Gem and the Hologram

♮♮ 🔄🔊 https://youtube.com/shorts/FEsNgQGpdgc?si=Q3a9uuCCLrRMF_-N The Wrecking Ball of Joy, And The Light House Of Truth 📅 Earth School Archive — September 2025 I keep seeing the song posted everywhere again, and the comments say it all: “How did we not hear it this way back then?” But that’s the paradox of art. When Foster the People wrote the song, it was an anthem for a moment, a beat, a hook, a cultural pulse. Perhaps they even assumed it would stand alone, not echo forward as a prophecy. Yet here it is, resurfacing. And now we hear it differently. The Shift in Hearing At first, it was nostalgia. The melody of kids running, laughing, and playing. Upbeat, carefree. Later, you finally catch the words. Violent. Intrusive. Heart-wrenching. First, you dance to the beat. Then, you can’t unhear the lyrics. That’s what awakening does: Forces you to hold both joy and violence in the same space. Censorship, Truth, and Threat Now, the song itself has been flagged as “explicit.” Not because...

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️Walking the Wheel: A Personal Guide to Planets, Points, and Power How I read charts through wounds, shadows, and thresholds — and how you can feel them in your own life. Introduction When I sit down with a chart, I don’t just see symbols on a wheel — I see a story waiting to be told. Every planet, every point, every asteroid is a voice in that story, carrying its own wisdom, shadow, and lesson. Some astrologers stop at the “big three” — Sun, Moon, and Rising. I go further. I trace the math points, the shadows, the wounds, the fortune, and the thresholds. Because to me, a chart isn’t just about who you are — it’s about how you grow, where you get stuck, Me too and how you integrate. In this guide, we’ll walk the wheel point by point. I’ve included a sample chart (with no name attached) so you can follow along visually if you like. Think of it as a map — not the destination, but a wa So let’s take a walk through the astrological neighborhood neighborhood that I was bo...

🎶 Mixtape for the Eclipse A Soundtrack for the Light + the Shadow Side 1 - Light / North Node Vibes ✨ Aries – Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting Taurus – Spill the Wine Gemini – We Are Family Cancer – Our House Leo – He’s Going the Distance Virgo – This Little Light of Mine Libra – Man on the Moon Scorpio – I Will Survive Sagittarius – Celebrity Skin Capricorn – Cats in the Cradle Aquarius – Have You Ever Seen the Rain Pisces – Bennie and the Jets Side 2 — Dark / South Node Shadows 🌑 Aries – Smells Like Teen Spirit Taurus – Comfortably Numb Gemini – People Are Strange Cancer – House of the Rising Sun Leo – The Show Must Go On Virgo – Hurt (Johnny Cash) Libra – Space Oddity Scorpio – Rolling in the Deep / Wicked Game Sagittarius – Like a Rolling Stone   Capricorn – Fast Car Aquarius – Love Will Tear Us Apart Pisces – Hallelujah (Jeff Buckley)  🧑‍🚀 The Note You Didn’t Expect  (Back Cover Insert...

I’m not here to whisper. I’m here to tell the truth—grounded, direct, aggressive if it has to be. That’s Mars in Taurus: solid feet, steady hands, and no tolerance for lies. Here’s the reality: When people, institutions, or administrations tell you to “stay asleep,” they’re not protecting you. They’re protecting themselves. They’re not doing you decent. And if you believe in Rufinol, then you believe that you just might be politically Rufinoled. Put under. Kept quiet. Kept docile while the smoke and mirrors run the show. But Earth School doesn’t reward sleep. It rewards the ones who have the guts to wake up and stay awake even when the language is harsh, even when the truth rattles the room. This is the thing about Taurus Mars: It doesn’t shout because it has to—it shouts because it’s right. It doesn’t push for chaos—it goes for clarity. It doesn’t apologize for tipping the scales it knows the scales must balance. So take the advice. Stay awake. Don’t let yourself be swayed by politics...

All Mothers Are Summoned! When George Floyd cried out “Mama,” the world shook. That wasn’t just a dying man calling for comfort — it was the archetypal cry that summoned all mothers. Every woman who has ever carried a child heard it. Every mother who has ever feared for her son felt it. That cry went deeper than politics, deeper than race. It pierced the collective womb. And last night, the scales swung the other way. A wealthy politician was shot in the carotid artery his children left fatherless, his wife made a widow, his mother dead inside. Two people died: the man who bled out, and the shooter who traded his life for violence. Different sides of the mirror. Different faces, different circumstances. But the summons was the same. All mothers were called. The Archetypal Summons Circe turns men into pigs until balance is restored — not because she hates them, but because she knows their mothers will grieve. Lilith screeches in the night, calling the feminine into the dark. Pallas stra...