Still Crazy After All These Years?
By Cal Garrison
My kids got stuck with a mother who has always been notorious for her crazy ideas about life. Their developmental years were heavily impacted by the fact that my eccentricities led me to make all kinds of mistakes. If my behavior caused them pain and embarrassment I am sure that my ideas made them just as uncomfortable — because I have always been inexplicably obsessed with the End Times and, along with the rest of my nonsense, the girls grew up having to listen to me go on about everything from Atlantis and its connection to the Deluge Myths, to the mysteries of Ascension and Zero Point.
Back in those days, I may have been the only mother in town who was into these things. And whatever else set me apart, my occult leanings were as embarrassing to the kids as the rest of it. Life being what it is, as the girls grew older they had to figure out how to make something out of the experience. To counteract the effects of my unusualness, all three of them decided they would be better off doing their own version of playing it straight. As a result, the girls have managed to create successfully normal lives, in which their mother figures as a fanatical kook with no credibility and no way to substantiate any of her fantastic claims.
Needless to say the passage of time has only increased their resistance to my ideas. Even as the rest of the world comes around to my way of thinking, the girls remain immune to anything I have to say. After years of holding on to the thought that some day they might listen to me, I have finally given up trying to enlighten them.
In the last six months, with an assortment of catastrophic events inviting all of us to read the signs, as I watch the world explode and speculate on the timing of another pole shift, I wonder if the kids are paying attention; could they be having second thoughts about their eccentric mother and her crazy ideas?
It is June 21st, 2010. In twenty-four hours I will fly out of Phoenix and head back to the shores of Gloucester, Massachusetts for a week-long visit with my girls. It'll be a short trip, one that I'd be totally psyched about if most of my recent research hadn't involved digging up the dirt on the Deep Water Horizon catastrophe. With what I've uncovered so far, all of a sudden "Good Times" at the beach, and the festivities that go with the annual 'Blessing of the Fleet' are beginning to sound more like Masuro Emoto's worst nightmare — and I feel like I can't say "Boo" about it because the truth has yet to hit the fan; aside from that, the kids have had it with me and my stuff, and anything I do say will be met with disbelief.
I've never been able to figure out why I get better press with the public than I do at home. If my kids and my relatives write me off as a nut case, the masses have turned me into somewhat of an authority on all things apocalyptic. Life's little ironies are a constant source of amusement. Don't you find it interesting that my lifelong preoccupation with the End Times had everything to do with protecting my kids and now that the jig is just about up, everyone wants to hear about it but them?
This is one time when I wish they would listen. If you will allow me to cry on your shoulder, and tell you what I wish I could tell them, you will understand why.
My work as the editor of the Spirit of Ma'at exposes me to all kinds of news and rumors. We receive information from all over the place. Of late the scuttlebutt has centered on the Gulf disaster and the cover up that surrounds not just the clean-up effort, but the explosion itself.
It's a good policy to keep the shit-detector turned on whenever conspiratorial information gets passed along. I usually check things out thoroughly and decide for myself if something 'feels' true before I say anything about it. What I am about to tell you felt true to me the minute I heard it. That was back on June 4th.
The news had to do with the fact that the Deep Water Horizon explosion was no accident. Rumor stated that Dutch Royal Shell was about to take over the drilling rights to the Deep Water Horizon rig and Halliburton blew it up purposely to create a diversion that would allow them to stall the sale, and maintain the rights to the well. Knowing what I know about Halliburton, and understanding that it is an Illuminati front, the gossip seemed credible.
The next day a more than reliable source told me that the Corexit dispersant that British Petroleum was/is using to "clean up" the spill is one of the most lethal chemicals on the planet. A team of Russian scientists had been in contact with my source and according to him, were incensed that the U.S. government had sanctioned the use of a chemical that is banned not just in their country but everywhere. The news got worse when I was told that even after BP was ordered to stop the use of Corexit, an official waiver was issued allowing them to continue crop dusting the spill with toxins that when combined with crude oil are twice as deadly.
I sat on this information for a week. During that time, more stories came through. The big one had to do with the timing of the explosion. It seems that the Gulf Oil Spill was timed to coincide with the hurricane season. A few experts who understand how our ocean currents work had begun speculating on if, and when the emulsified oil would find its way into the loop current which carries the ocean waters of the Gulf up the Atlantic coastline. With hurricane season heating up they then began talking about what would happen when the Corexit-Crude Oil cocktail began to rain down on the coasts. And if the wind blew hard enough, the next question was; how far would the toxic chemicals spread, and what would happen once they got rained into the ground?
By this time it was June 12th or 13th. I was going nuts knowing more than I wanted to know and not being certain enough about it to start spilling the beans. Right at the tipping point, as I waited for everything to reach critical mass, I began thinking of the detainment camps, otherwise known as FEMA Camps, that since the eighties, have secretly been constructed all over the United States. And then I remembered a couple of stories we ran in the Spirit of Ma'at about FEMA Trains, and FEMA Coffins; we ran all of those stories two years ago and as unbelievable as they seemed at first, time has proven them to be true.
Adding things up it then occurred to me that the powers that be have been attempting to engineer a global pandemic since 2008. When the Swine Flu didn't take off like they expected it to, a bunch of YouTube vigilantes started plastering films of FEMA camps, and FEMA trains, and FEMA coffins all over the internet; all anyone had to do was 'Google' it to be shocked by the awful truth. Back in December 2009 the big boys were so close to being exposed they absolutely had to engineer something or risk being lynched for conspiracy to commit genocide before they had a chance to get around to, that's right folks; the final solution.
Why is it my job to know these things?
Is it any wonder that my kids think I'm nuts?
At this point, unless there is some form of divine intervention, they expect the Corexit and the crude oil to handle what the Swine Flu didn't accomplish. From what I have heard, as soon as the death toll begins to mount the plan is to evacuate the inhabitants who are left on the Gulf and Atlantic coasts via the FEMA Trains to the FEMA Camps that are situated predominantly in the western part of the U.S. When it comes to the coffins, their existence is self explanatory.
As I pack my bags and prepare to head off to the shores of the North Atlantic, I am acutely aware that this could be the last time I get to sit at the beach and picnic with the girls. I am just as aware that they live a little too close to the coast for my taste, and I am not comfortable with that at all. If all of the above is as true as it appears to be, do you understand why I needed to use this article to unburden myself?
Wish me luck on this trip. Knowing what I know, it'll be harder than usual to keep my mouth shut, but staying quiet will be a Hell of a lot easier than having to play the conspiratorial lunatic. What would you do? I think I will go with the flow and keep a lid on the late breaking news. That way the kids will wonder where the crazy woman went and I will be the only one who knows that after all these years I am anything but crazy.
Cal Garrison
June 21, 2010
Sedona, Arizona
About Cal Garrison
Cal Garrison is a practicing astrologer with 40 years of experience. At present she goes between casting horoscopes, writing books, and working as the personal assistant to Drunvalo and Claudette Melchizedek. Editor in Chief at Drunvalo's online magazine, 'The Spirit of Ma'at', Cal is also a syndicated columnist for the Associated Press. An author with five books to her credit, and another one on the way, Ms. Garrison is well known for her affiliation with the late Slim Spurling. Out of love for her mentor she continues to support his research with her dowsing, through her articles, and as the spokesperson for Slim's tools at all of Drunvalo's workshops. A single mother with three grown daughters, Cal lives happily in the Red Rocks of Sedona, Arizona. She can be reached at: cal.garrison@gmail.com
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