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Today William Shatner goes into space, for real.
The AP News reports,

“The four began strapping in for a morning launch from remote West Texas on a trip expected to last just 10 minutes, with the fully automated capsule set to reach an altitude of about 66 miles (106 kilometers) before parachuting back to the desert floor.”

His crafty bargaining skills awarded him the typically $28 million dollar ticket for FREE. According to Business Insider, the price of Virgin Galactic’s $250,000 ticket to the edge of space includes a spacesuit. Passengers paying $55 million for SpaceX’s mission to the ISS get sleeping bags, hygiene products. However, Blue Origin’s $28 million spaceflights come with a seat next to Jeff Bezos. WOW. Is that better than a spacesuit? No, it is not. Heck, I’d take the sleeping bag over sitting next to that criminal.

Meanwhile…
The other day I called a computer security app regarding an unapproved charge to my account. I came in hot demanding a refund. The customer service person displayed the standard scripted kindness. There was a noticeable amount of noise in the background. As our conversation progressed I realized she was working from home and her child, a young toddler, was complaining in the background. The child was emoting what I have been feeling for years; frustration, confusion, anger. It calmed me, grounded me to hear her complaints.
The mother-service person apologized for the noise and muted her microphone when possible. As I began to calm down and sympathize also with this mother working from home I realized the child to be a prophetess. Screaming out to all and any that would listen “This is wrong! All of this is wrong!” Also like any proper prophet, speaking in smoke and mist, leaving out details so we have to do all that soul-searching stuff. Thanks for nothing oh wise one.

The year of the prophet
America has painted itself into a corner. Next year I suspect the heat on the burner this pot rests on will be turned up. Plenty of folks are shouting their predictions and advice into the social media bullhorns. Here are a few for 2022:
-the price of silver will go up. Invest NOW
-housing bubble will burst, SELL NOW
-the market will crash harder than it has in 100 years. SELL NOW
-cost of goods will increase due to record-breaking inflation, start hoarding NOW
-the banks will fail next year, begin to keep cash at home NOW
-buy land NOW
-supply chain is disturbed, buy your holiday presents NOW

One of the most inspiring predictions I’ve heard is a little whoo-whoo. As wild as it is, I must admit, I hope it is true. Perhaps you have also heard it? 2022 is the year of strong feminine energy.
According to various spiritualists, beginning in the year 2012, the planet started transitioning from male energy to female, into the Age of Aquarius. The age before the Age of Aquarius was the Age of Pisces. Since the earth is moving in retrograde motion, we have just left the Age of Pisces, which marked the years 1-2000 AD. During this stage we are like a toddler crying for attention, learning to crawl, then learning to walk. Slowly developing our strength and independence in this new environment. The male dominance will not leave happily. It appears to also be throwing a fit and determined to burn the barn before selling it to its rival. The feminine age that we are walking into day by day is an age of healing and nurturing. <<< This is what got my attention.
We all crave healing and a full life. Some situations are more life-threatening than other predicaments but mental anguish just the same. There is a groaning in the air. Friendship, creative energy, hope, and laughter are our only weapons. Personally I believe we are on the cusp of an Age of Enlightenment.

Here is a meme to describe how I am feeling today. I hope you have laughed today, at the very least a good hardy chuckle, even if it’s at my ideas. I can take the hit.