so i had to pass along this awesome piece from rob brezney's weekly e mail of his astrology column....it says it all for me.....everyone want to join me in prayer?

*PRONOIA IS THE ANTIDOTE FOR PARANOIA:
How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings*

available at snipurl.com/krjj

or find out more at www.freewillastrology.com

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Below is an essay that I didn't include in my book, but it's in close
alignment with the book's spirit.


PRAYER OF GRATITUDE
TO THE TRICKY GODDESS OF BENEVOLENT MISCHIEF

All hail the Tricky Goddess of Benevolent Mischief, also known as the
Cosmic Instigator of Healing Trouble. Let us praise and ratify her
ingenious plan to turn the status quo upside-down.

The vivid exposure of corruption and delusion among the top echelons of
the American hierarchy is a blessing on all of humanity. We celebrate
the
increasingly transparent collusion of the media with government leaders
to present propaganda disguised as information.

The eruption of fertile chaos is making it difficult to carry on with
political
business as usual, and we could not have received a more energizing
gift.

A prayer:

Oh Wise Trickster Goddess, You Compassionate Conjurer of Relentless
Change, You Righteous Rascal in Charge of Keeping a Steady Flow of
Sacred Uproar Pouring into Our Lives:

Please continue to influence the masters of wars and their media
minions
to be ever-more obvious as they spin out their perversions of your
glorious creation, so that more and more of our sleeping tribe will
wake up
to the Open Secret.

Inspire the enforcers of mass hallucination to display their hypocrisy
in an
ever-escalating melodrama of spittle flecks and sour faces, as in a
slapstick morality play from the Middle Ages, so that we, their captive
audience, may convulse with purgative guffaws that shatter the mass
hallucination.

And if you don't mind, Sweet Divine Rebel Goddess, please allow us to
nurture a spark of hope that this breakdown in the Way Things Have
Always Been Done will lead to fresh, hot, tidal-wave breakthroughs of
beauty, truth, justice, equality and love everywhere we turn.

And now, in my capacity as Sacred Janitor of the the Invisible
Government
of Sweaty Meditation, I hereby declare the entire United States of
America a Temporary Autonomous Zone.

As formulated by writer Hakim Bey, a Temporary Autonomous Zone (TAZ)
is any festive event that liberates the imaginations of everyone
present,
thereby making it possible for life to be penetrated by the Marvelous.
Authority and dignity and routine have no place at a TAZ; an
uninhibited
quest for rabble-rousing conviviality must be the only guideline. (See
Bey's website: www.hermetic.com/bey/)

Here are a few suggestions, mostly from Bey, to get you started in
creating your own local celebration of TAZ. Feel free to dream up your
own, and make sure to tell me about them.

Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it
does
not satisfy your need for indolence and spiritual beauty. Burglarize
houses, but instead of stealing, leave behind beautiful and confusing
gifts.
Bolt up brass commemorative plaques in places (public or private) where
you have experienced a revelation or had a particularly fulfilling
sexual
experience. Take a few friends and a boombox to an all-night grocery
store and dance like crazy saints in the aisles until you're thrown
out.

Pick someone at random and convince them that they're the heir to an
enormous, useless, and amazing fortune -- say, 5000 square miles of
Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or
a
collection of alchemical manuscripts. Later they will come to realize
that
for a few moments they believed in something extraordinary, and will
perhaps be driven as a result to seek some more intense mode of
existence.

Scrawl the following poem by Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky) in
courthouse lavatories, on playground walls, and through e-mail lists:

AT THIS PARTY

I don't want to be the only one here
Telling all the secrets --

Filling up all the bowls at this party,
Taking all the laughs.

I would like you
To start putting things on the table
That can also feed the soul
The way I do.

That way
We can invite

A hell of a lot more
Friends.







blessings on you all, my friends,
majk & blessings,
skye