To Another Diva: Janis Joplin

Some Current News That Coincides With My Recent Channelings and Articles

( hoaxslayer )

I really want to thank

anyone 

who follows this blog

with any 

regularity.

I know it's damned hard work.

What's even harder,

is this:

Working a regular job

while this stuff

keeps pouring through.

Some of my entries are pure channelling,

some is pure

intellectual work

done by my poor

feeble mind

as it puts together the pieces

I've been studying 

for a very, very long time.

If you follow the logic that I am channeling,

I mean:

seriously channeling,

then I'm also recognizing texts

done by previous channelers.

I'm putting together

a huge 

puzzle.

You must be patient.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

In the meantime,

check out these recent newstories

that bring some 

interresting correlations

when read along side my recent

more intellectual

entries

E. O Wilson Provides A Theory Of Social Evolution

(wired.com)

Space Squid Takes Sci-Fi Back to Clay-Tablet Age

Read More http://www.wired.com/underwire/2010/08/space-squid-clay-tablets/#ixzz0xwqqcUde

And two that are not directly related,

but

I just like it because I see

an indirect relation

to other stuff I wrote in the last six months:

Maps: How Mankind Remade Nature

Wired Science

Weird Oblong Crater Deepens Mars Mystery

Wired Science

(I'll probably have more to say about that last one.  looks a bit like a skin disorder,

doesn't it?)

With Gratitude To The Blogger, LunarWisdom

I really want to thank the blogger

named 

Lunar Wisdom

whose blog I joined through

Networked Blogger, I think,

on Facebook.

* * * * 

So I was going through the stream of blog entries
from the blogs I joined there
on my own 

"Makro Makropoulos"

Facebook page,

when I came upon an entry by

CricketSong

aka:

Lunar Wisdom,

and I read it.

There it was,

amidst the countless entries from

the Huffington Post:

CricketSong's

lonely chirping,

sort of like the way

Makro Makropoulos'

murmurs

might pop through on your NetWorkedBlog site,

if, that is,

you were to join the Facebook NetWorkedBlog service.

Anyway,

I read CricketSong's 

chirp,

and what I heard 

explained to me why

I feel a need to be 

Emilia Marti

aka:

Makropoulos

aka:

Makro Markropoulos:

 


 (Raina Kabaivanska sings Emila Marty in Janecek's opera Vec Makropulos (The Makropulos Affair))





Cricket Song introduced me to the concept of
psychic empath.

Now I've known for a little while
that I fit, in nearly every way,
the profile of an empath

( zenya )


A few writers see the empath
as the exact opposite of the sociopath.
Whereas the sociopath has no ability to empathize
the empath has an excess of ability to do so.

Notably, though, empaths have some of the same features as sociopaths:
people are naturally drawn to us.
People will immediately tell us
their deepest darkest secrets,
and if we want to,
we can use that power to our advantage.

Some empaths do, on occasion.
I know I do, either consciously
or not,
when it will serve me.

But since empaths have this terrific desire to
save the world,
most of us are more likely to not
abuse the power we have.

Because we're so good at empathy,
sometimes we can even enter another person's mind:

and that's where this enters into the realm of
what might be called the psychic.

According to a certain "Grace,"
empaths have ten levels of
psychic traits that they might draw on.
And I quote:
 "
sychometry - the empathic ability to receive energy, information and impressions from objects, photographs or places
Telepathy - the empathic ability to read people's thoughts
Mediumship - the empathic ability to feel the presence and energies of spirits
Physical Healing - the empathic ability to feel other people's physical symptoms in your own body (and often the ability to heal, transform or transmute them)
Emotional Healing - the empathic ability to feel another person's emotions
Animal Communication - the empathic ability to hear, feel and communicate with animals
Nature - the empathic ability to read, feel and communicate with nature and with plants
Geomancy - the empathic ability to read the energy of places and of the land - geomancers can feel the energies of the Earth, such as Ley lines. They can also get headaches, pain or anxiety before earthquakes or other disasters occur anywhere on the planet.
Precognition - the empathic ability to feel when something important is about to happen (often this can be a feeling of inexplicable dread or doom)
Claircognizance or Knowing - the empathic ability to feel what needs to be done in any given circumstance, often accompanied by a feeling of peace and calm, even in the midst of a crisis
 "
(askgrace.com)

Thank you, Grace;
I would say I have at least eight of those abilities,
though that's not something I admit to
in polite circles.

In fact, for a long time I prefered to not deal with it at all because,
well,
it can be downright scary sometimes.

But recently I haven't had too much choice in the matter:
it's just been flooding in --
it being tons of different
energies,
perceptions,
precognitions,
inspirations,
intuitions. . . .

you name 'em, I get 'em.


That's where Cricket Song's column on
"Empaths and the Shift"
comes in.
Read it.
Decide what you want to decide on it.
I'll tell you something honestly,
when I started to read it, I thought:
Oh, this will be amusing; another woman who claims to be
a witch.

About half way through,
I was stunned, thinking:
she's explaining what the hell
has been happening to me
for the past five years or so.

And she also helped make me more confident
in asserting the following:

I've been alive for a long time,

and I have memories.

Even though I may have

slept the sleep of death,

I still feel like I've been living

424 years

give or take

a century.

Really:

I showed up during the Rennaisance,

or that's my earliest memory,

right now.

This doesn't mean 

I don't have earlier memories.

No.

Check out my recent entries on Ancient Greece.

Yeah.

And while you're at it,

check out the postings

I'm about to make 

from recent news.

There's a strange coincidence

going on right now,

and it's oh, so bigger

than me.

http://cricketsong-lunarwisdom.blogspot.com/

Dear Mr. Cortazar, It didn't happen near Paris . . . .

, no,

it happened in China.

Julio Cortazar wrote a story

that I have always admired,

and wondered if it could ever really be possible.

It was called "The Southern Thruway"

("Le Autopista del Sur")

Here is a brief summary of it:

The southern thruway

Summary:The Quiller
Julio Cortázar describes a huge traffic jam on the thruway between Fontainebleau and Paris. It’s a Sunday afternoon and, as the hours go by, the travellers get knowing each other. Two nuns in a 2HV, a young woman in a Dauphine, a pale man who drives a Caravelle, a countryside couple with their little daughter in a Peugeot 203, two irritating youngsters in a SIMCA, a Peugeot 404, a Taunus, etc. They’re totally stuck under the summer heat. Some get out to stretch their legs and, as they return, bring disturbing and almost always false news about the reasons for the traffic jam. Everybody talks about the facts. They hear of a collision between two cars (three casualties and an injuried boy), or of a collision between a Fiat 1500 and an Austin full of tourists, or of the fall of a bus with passengers from the Copenhagen’s plane. Everything is supposition. The latest piece of news is that a small plane had crashed, with a total of many casualties, onto the very thruway.
  As the night comes, the column makes its first important advance, of only 40 metres. Soon the water and the food begin to end and, although everybody helps one another, they must ration everything all out. Most sleep in the cars, and others on the field next to the thruway. In the morning, they advance very little, but no one loses their hopes that, in that afternoon, the route to Paris would be open. However, nothing happens and all remains still. Groups with a representative ahead are formed in order to coordinate the assistance to the weakest. Some fall ill, and the worst happens at the night when the cold starts. So that they can go away walking, someone deserts the place and leaves their car abandoned. An elderly woman passes away, and, in general, the story abounds with descriptions of how terrifying can be human behaviour in an impossible situation. When they finally begin to move, the characters return to their normal lives, and there’s even a romance that had started and cannot have a happy-ending.
The southern thruway Originally published in Shvoong: http://www.shvoong.com/books/353369-southern-thruway/

Well,

Cortazar thought it would happen near Paris.

He was off by a few thousand km --

it happened in China.

Here's the NPR story about it:

Cortazar imagines people starting relationships,

getting entangled,

giving birth,

and then suddenly,

as traffic loosens up

the relationship dissolve

and people disappear from each others' lives

as quickly as they entered it,

in this most accidental way:

 Recent reports say 

the Chinese traffic jam has just disappeared,

just as in the Cortazar story.

( inhabit.com )

. . . . on channelling . . . .

obit-mag

OK, so it's true:

some of the entries on this blog

are channeled

(for lack of a better word)

and some are not.

(Keep in mind,

as you read these words

that Makropoulos is

424 years old --- soon

to celebrate her birthday, too, in fact --

and she receives messages

from the heavens

about the next coming of Jesus

in her sleep.

Soooo

Makropoulos 

who is me

could be just a fictional character,

and could be

real

if you believe that the messages 

I've received

could be real,

but

if you prefer to treat them

as fictional

which is sometimes the safest way to treat them,

then also treat as fictional

the fact that on some occasions

I empty my mind of all my social

hang-ups

I erase the rather erasable woman

I have been in this lifetime

and receive messages.)

Cool, eh?

This is something that I don't fess up to

all the time,

and definitely not at cocktail parties

or business meetings

or family reunions.

But let me tell you a little about this channelling

that Markopoulos

does:

it requires that I give my body

and my mind

so totally to the voice inside

that guides my fingers

or my pen,

that has something

so urgent to say.

That voice has very little regard

for the body it occupies 

because it knows

that body is just a vehicle

an avatar, if you will

that carries this brain

and this heart

and this soul

and gives them the physical stimuli they need

to make sense

of this physical world

at this plane of its evolution.

It's all pretty damned complicated, but 

simple

as humble pie.

When I'm channelling, the words

come from my higher selves, and

they're kind of interesting to me

and maybe kind of relevant

to what the hell is going on

right now,

and they appear to agree

and coincid with what others

like me

are saying right now:

ie:

There's a big change coming

on, and we have to be ready

for it.

The signs are present

everywhere; we

simply have to read them.

( ale1980italy )

In some of my entries, too, I'm reading the signs: 

you see, when I'm not channelling, I'm

thinking

with this painfully logical brain

I was born with.

Far too logical, in fact,

for any woman to be burdened with.

Please note:

I'm not done.

I still have plenty to say.

~ ~ ~

I'm telling you this, 

so you know

(if you dare to dabble in this dubious blog)

that not all my entries are channellings

for the simple reason that

it's very tiring,

and sometimes even dangerous 

to channel,

and sometimes

Life, The World and Everything

(aka: my job and family and friends)

demands me to put my creative energy there.

On those days, I post

music

or 

cat videos

because cats are always true to themselves.

We have to fact it:

cats are the most superior beings on the planet.

We're just the monkeys.

So anyway,

I realize some of my patient readers

(and I do thank you, patient readers)

may only  want to read

the channellings.

For that reason, I've marked all of them with the keyword

"channelling"

so you can focus just on those if you so desire.

Some of the other entries are 

semi-channelled:

ie:

they're written with

a great influence of channelling, but 

intended to explain

some aspect of a previous channelling --

in other words, they are meager attempts

to put the jumble into "layman's terms"

If you recognize the patterns of 

often-used keywords,

you'll see where those are.

The others are general interest.

My general interest,

at that.

And I'm kind of odd,

a little spooky,

and quite spiritual,

if you haven't noticed

by now.

Thanks for reading.

( sprott )

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ones Who Move and The Ones Who Talk: A Channelling

You see,

I've lived through so many lives:

I've seen the patterns played

over and over again:

and we're deceiving ourselves to think

that no one knows

what the fuck is going on.

Somebody does;

they're called the Inner Circle.

Really.

A village in any country

displays the same characteristics,

the same stereotypes,

from generation to generation.

It doesn't matter if it's

in China or India or Syria

or Africa or Argentina

or Nebraska.

It doesn't matter.

There's always the bully

There's always the freek

There's always the angel

There's always the geek

There's always the status quo,

the ones who don't know

that the extremes of society

talk to each other

to keep the rest

under control:

The ones who stick out; the noticable ones

who stay in one place all their lives

who see each other

over and over again and who know

exactly

who are the angels

who are the devils 

who are the beauties

who are the beasts

who are the kinds

who are the swingers and the ones

who know everybody's business

in any given place at any given time:

they're the ones who stay and 

talk

to each other.

( penwith )

2.

Those are the personality types;

there are also the talents:

those things we all do well

naturally:

we can be a freak

but be very good

at building a house;

we can be a beauty

but be very good

at fixing cars;

we can be a beast

but be good at ceremony

because we understand the meaning of the sacred;

we can have the desire to create

and not have any hands.

But as long as we are true

to the essential spirit within us,

we have an amazing

kind of beauty

that others see and admire,

and if we could all just be true

to the essential thing we are

then, well, 

we wouldn't have all the troubles in the world,

we'd just all be amazed

at the beauty around us

 3.

The talent we know is true 

to us

that makes us beautiful when we practice it

is our part of 

the spirit that runs through us

like a thread through the cloth,

that binds us

makes us one,

makes us God,

makes us Son.

The Manifestation of the Diverse

features of the All:

we are it.

We are one.

4.

But wait a minute ---

I may run 

far too far ahead

of myself.

THINK ABOUT IT THIS WAY:

Think about high school --

(high schools, in general, are the closest many of us

in America

will ever get to village life):

For some of us, it was

 a misery

because we were convinced there was

something we had to know

but nobody would tell us.

And we didn't know how to ask;

didn't think we had the right

to talk.

So we stumbled through

trying hard to figure out

the social game

while also trying

to deal with our growing

brains;

they grow so fast, but so does

our capacity to reproduce ourselves

so without knowing, our essential personalities showed

while the hormones 

made us insane;

we could control it,

so we became --

ourselves, flagrantly, and mutated.

Unfortunately, high school is also a place that doesn't tolerate

difference much.

So many of us are happy to see it end;

as soon as we leave, and

go somewhere else,

we can hide; we can be

something other than what we are 

essentially.

( dailydish )

5.

What I describe is human

nature, and these patterns have gone on

for as long as humans have been

social, have recognized themselves

as different from each other.

You see: humans,

be they Adam or Eve,

Sonny or Cher,

Cain or Abel,

Donnie or Marie,

Romeo or Juliet

or 

Emre or Esen,

Noah or Abraham

Buddah or Jesus or 

Mary Magdaline, Cleopatra, Ghengis Kahn, Charlie Chan . . . 

or all the other nameless

thousands,

have always had those patterns,

age to age,

generation to generation.

The big difference between 

then

and now

between a small town and

urban mindlessness

is the People Who Move.

6.

The Ones Who Move are the ones

who hated high school

(or hated the village)

because no one told

what everyone knew

because the ones who moved,

were the ones that everyone ostracized

for one reason or antoher,

so they moved

to new places,

full of other Ones Who Stayed There All Along.

The Ones Who Stay take advantage 

of what the ones who stay in one place know:

who are the geeks;

who are the fools;

who are the beauties; 

who are the tools;

and the ones who have power

are the ones 

who talk

and walk

into the right circles at the right times

( about )

They keep a kind of power over

the rest of us,

by talking only

to the ones

they want to share

their power with.

7.

Now the ones who move and talk

are the ones who move into

the inner circle quickly

and gradually create

a larger world.

They're the ones who know, 

well, 

just about everything about everyone

in a number

of different places

and they figure out the categories

of the ones who are in any given place

pretty quickly

because they know that that kind of knowledge

is power

~ ~ ~ ~

You see, I've lived so long.

While everyone else has died and returned

at least four or five times

each

I just trudge on through,

in the same old young body,

but ancient inside,

while your dying always provides you

a new masquerade.

And in your dying

you're forgetting

the growth you made in the years before --

you return to your old patterns,
the social lies you constructed
to mask

the old essential you,

and you have to learn it all 

all over 

again.

(Your forgetting is so deep

because the sleep of death is so great,

that it seems that everyone thinks

their short time on earth

is the only incarnation:

it's the one shot deal.

But it's not:

I meet people, and I know

I've met them

somewhere before; in fact I've bumped into them

many times before,

in their different lives,

their different places,

and they just don't see

they keep playing the same mistakes over and over

again;

they don't recall anything because they slept the sleep of death so deep.

(The sleep of death doesn't have to be

so deep

No sir;

But it is.

If we knew the sleep of death was

but a sleep,

a sleep during which 

our spirits seek out the best

avatar

in which to return and learn

the lessons needed to be learned

on our journey to perfection

as we seek

to come back, hoping

to get it right the next time

so we too can be

one of the ones who stay

and talk

and get into

the inner circle, but also bring

 the wisdom of how to live in the world

sanely and justly

to those who keep forgetting.

You see, I also see that talking

and getting into

the inner circle

right now

doesn't require

memory,

doesn't require

intelligence,

ethics,

wisdom

talent

NO

it only requires beauty

and the ability to manipulate

beauty.

Only rarely does an inner circle being

possess deep wisdom,

and when they do,

they become immortal,

because people keep talking about them

for ages to come.

They become 

stars in the firmament

of our collective souls

the ones who tell us how to do it right,

and how to do it well,

and how to do it,

beautifully

( childrensnewsmagazine )

but also
there are those heroes who show us

how to do it wrong, so we

never do it wrong

again

( fotobucket )

8.

We've just gone through an age

when everyone thought

it was wrong to think

in stereotypes

because people believed

they were individuals and deserved

individual rights.

We'll call that

The Age of America.

It was a 

selfish Age

in the History of 

Humanity,

and lasted about

600 years, give or take

a few; 

it began with 

the Renaissance, the Age of the Growth of the Human Mind.

The only way the collective

Human Mind

could grow would be for 

everyone to believe

that they were alone

abandoned,

miserable.

So each mind had to grow,

on its own

and find a variety of ways 

to get us out of that state
of being divided and alone
and miserable

and into United States.

And we did

precisely that.

***

Because at its best,

the United States has been 

populated

by The Ones Who Move,
those who didn't know

what everyone who stayed home 

was saying and caring about.  No.

The United States 

has historically been populated

by the Ones 

Who Were So Busy Thinking or Doing, so 

they didn't see

what everyone who talked

to each other saw:

they were too busy being creative individuals,

and they refused to see

the geeks,

the beauties, 

the nerds,

the squirrels,

the trains,

the guy 

who sits on the corner and is there every day.

Why didn't we see that?

Because we were probably 

tending a farm, or

writing a book, or

composing a song,

or

designing a house, or

playing with electricity 

in the garage,

and not talking to the people who talked

because we recognized they really had

very little to say.

So we (or our ancestors) left

the small town,

the homeland,

the place 

where patterns were familiar

and went somewhere else and

actually believed

it would be different.

But it really isn't.

We just created a new place

with geeks and freaks

and queens and kings

and nerds and gays

and ordinary joes:

It's all the same, and it 

repeats itself from

generation to generation

in every town, in every 

neighborhood, 

in every high school,

it's all

the same,

even in the land of individual liberty, 

even in America.

* * * * *

America is at its best when people

work together united by one purpose,

despite differences,

working side by side

despite jealousies,

living, even loving, past

the surfaces we fear.

The Age of America is Over

and will never return

if we cannot do that.

8.

We have reached the

Age of the Grid,

the age

of a union that extends far

beyond national borders,

that lives largely in the mind,

transmitted on the weave of frequency

and

if we talk, and talk enough

and talk to the right people,

we will find 

our likenesses,

and the fact we're different

just won't give a damn,

because it just doesn't matter 

in the Age of the Grid.

It's not the Age of Aquarius,

though that was as necessary

to the evolution

of the human mind

as the Age of 

America

was.

The question stands, now:

will we let 

the Age of America pass 

into disrespectful squallor

like the Roman Age,

or will we let it end

heroically

as in Ancient Greece,

and thereby let it last

Eternally?

That's up to U.S.

Right now the Gods of America,

the Inner Circle -

the Ones Who Talk

and get Talked About

are creating an infernal,

eternal pattern

of selfishness and gluttony

Yes, that's what keeps humans human

If only the Ones Who Talk

and get Talked About

could change their ways unanimously,

could right their wrongs

selflessly,

the Age of America would enter

history

heroically.

( theoi )

It's up to U.S.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It's a strange ride to be on,

what appears to be

a roller coaster of

life

        and death

life

       and death

and life

The fear of death would diminish if we could

only see

that what seems to be a windy, 

upside down journey

is actually a clear

straight line,

revolving within

and around

eternity.

Tom Petty - Into The Great Wide Open
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Here Piggie Piggie, I mean Kitty Kitty

I know I know I know already.

If you pay any attention to my

Other Blog,

I posted this there today too.

Am I being lazy?

Or just really overworked this week?

Call me whatever,

but I just think this is fabulous:

Somewhere in Thailand, a zoo is having a pig

help raise the baby tigers.

Just a week or so ago, 

on this blog,

I wrote an entry about

Eleusis,

in which I contemplated

pigs

a little bit.

I'm beginning to think pigs

are quite sacred,

kinda smart,

and as recent genome testing has proven,

maybe more kin

than din-

ner.

Anyway,  I am way too tired and busy to do any channeling 

or deep thinking

over the past few days,

but I do love this story.  

Please follow this link

for more info:

LATimes

Happy Birthday 19th Amendment

( historywiscedu )

Wow.

I've avoided this blog for a few days,

hoping I'd be inspired to write

something funny.

I know my entries can be

so damned serious,

and perhaps even

difficult and dull.

And I don't mean to be so---

so---

well, I don't know.

Sorry about that.

*

Then I realized what today is:

the Anniversary of the 90th Amendment

of the United States Constitution,

the amendment that gave women

the right to vote in the USA.

Well, let me tell you,

in the larger scheme of things,

that happened just yesterday.

(Don't forget, Makropoulos is

424 years old,

or thereabouts.

(It's been so long, 

I kind of lose count)

And when you've been around that long,

well,

90 years isn't really 

all that long.)

90 years can embrace up to four generations in

any given family,

sometimes more.

I know that in my own current

lifetime,

the women I claim as my grandmothers

were born before

1920,

indeed, they were both young women by 1920;

one was trying to start her own cosmetics company,

the other was driving her own car,

so I imagine they both might have been

quite involved in

the fight.

Actually, now that I think of it:

I was at the Women's Rights National Park

in Seneca Falls, NY

around 1998,

at an event that I think was the 150th anniversary of

the Declaration of Sentiments;

Hillary Clinton was there, too.

I actually have some problems with Hillary,

but on that day she gave a good speech,

and reminded all the women and men present

to not squander that right 

that our ancestors worked so hard to gain for us.

We should really never forget that.

(loc)

(Elizabeth Cady Stanton & Susan B. Anthony)

(Lucretia Mott - from same source as above, the Library of Congress)

Alice Paul

(same source as first graphic)

19th Amendment: How far have women in politics come since 1920? - CSMonitor.com

19th Amendment: How far have women in politics come since 1920? - CSMonitor.com

Harvey Pekar, October 8, 1939 – July 12, 2010

( cleveland.com )

This may seem totally out of character for this blog,

but I recently learned of the death of

Harvey Pekar.

You see, Makropoulos deeply appreciates

anyone

who is bold enough to stand up for what they stand for, and

anyone

who is what they are, without any pretensions,

and that's one thing you can say 

for

Harvey Pekar,

the creator of the comic strip,

American Splendor.

He was born,

raised,

lived,

and died

in

Cleveland, Ohio,

and Makropoulos also

has a special place

in her heart for

Cleveland, Ohio.

re: Harvey Pekar:

He was what he was.

May he rest in peace.