On November 29, 2023

Cosmic Catalogue: Facts are fuzzy

 

By Cassandra Tyndall

When troubled times are on the horizon, there are various options to explore to discover truth. 

There is religion. 

There is wisdom from philosophers from ancient eras. 

There are the historical facts, which can help put it in context.  

One thing is for certain, as Greek philosopher Aeschylus said,” The first casualty of war is the truth.” 

That is one truth you can most certainly take to the bank. The facts are fuzzier than before. The smokescreens are thicker than they’ve ever been. The puppet strings of polarization are stronger than ever. The goal is to confuse, create chaos and divide, which the astrology of this week amplifies. 

When you realize this truth, an inner peace dawns. A reconstruction of what it is that YOU value, not what the talking heads say. Let cool heads and warm hearts prevail.

“Why can’t you see that you are my child? Why don’t you know that you are my mind? Tell everyone in the world that I’m you. Take this promise to the end of you,” said heavy metal musician Serj Tankian.

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