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Gateway or Stargate
I was a weird kid. Libraries simply lacked sufficient materials on the UFO and paranormal stuff to keep me satiated. I could have been paid for dusting those sections off, except for child labor laws. When you bounce from as many cities as I did as a child, you look for alternative ways to feel connected. I am confident some of my childhood correspondences failed due to me pushing pyramid power and telepathic connections. Heck, in some ways, I am still practicing this philosophy. I mean, what do you tell a seven year old child whose other parents moved him to the far side of the west coast when he asks why? You don’t trash the other parent. You teach breath work. You demonstrate all the ways you’re still connected, by electricity and skype, electricity and heart, by time through memories conjured into present, by sunlight and moonlight and starlight. By love.
It’s dark here when I get home from work about 6. Prominent in the sky is Jupiter, overhead. Closer to the Horizon, and brighter, is Venus. Between these two, Saturn is available. Mars is below the horizon, leading the sun. Last night, about 6:20, the ISS was right below my feet, as seen looking through the Earth. It appears to be rotating even as I look at it.
I wonder if they get dizzy up there, or down there, wherever they are.
I have been tracking the planets since being a kid. When I want confirmation, I now use an app on my Iphone, Skyview Lite. I recommend it. That’s how I track ISS and…
