Rob Sez:
My rising sign:
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Years ago, a TV sitcom called *The Andy
Griffith Show* ran for seven seasons on CBS. Its star, Any Griffith, played
a mild-mannered sheriff in a small town in North Carolina. His sidekick was
Barney Fife, a bumbling deputy with a sweet disposition. Shortly after he
left the show, Griffith had a dream in which he thrashed and pummeled his
co-star. When he asked his psychiatrist about the meaning of this dream
violence, the shrink speculated that he was trying to kill off his old image.
I recommend that exact strategy to you now, Libra. Don't actually wreak
any real-life mayhem. Rather, see if you can have a dream or two in which
you destroy a symbol of the life you're ready to leave behind.
Murder by Qigong. Well it's more like the melting witch in the Wizard of Oz. It's like tornadoes of spiral galaxies taking the bullshit out of my heart lungs liver kidneys spleen and their yang counterparts and putting it into a cauldron that can take in emotional trauma held as physical standing waves in muscles that squeezed out consciousness and organs like bells still ringing from shit that went down 30 years ago. And the cranky old ancestors, spiraling out the wars in my kidneys and the abusive fathers in my liver the grief in my lungs and the cruelty in my heart in many cases passed down from cultures long dead and America's past. The cauldron can take all this shit and unmake it and output a custom tuned pearl of condensed qi that can now be used to further loosen up the monkey with too much war in his body. The energy of emotions is just energy and can be easily transformed by intension if you bother to tune into natural laws and quit bullshitting yourself. Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem.
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Years ago, a TV sitcom called *The Andy
Griffith Show* ran for seven seasons on CBS. Its star, Any Griffith, played
a mild-mannered sheriff in a small town in North Carolina. His sidekick was
Barney Fife, a bumbling deputy with a sweet disposition. Shortly after he
left the show, Griffith had a dream in which he thrashed and pummeled his
co-star. When he asked his psychiatrist about the meaning of this dream
violence, the shrink speculated that he was trying to kill off his old image.
I recommend that exact strategy to you now, Libra. Don't actually wreak
any real-life mayhem. Rather, see if you can have a dream or two in which
you destroy a symbol of the life you're ready to leave behind.
Murder by Qigong. Well it's more like the melting witch in the Wizard of Oz. It's like tornadoes of spiral galaxies taking the bullshit out of my heart lungs liver kidneys spleen and their yang counterparts and putting it into a cauldron that can take in emotional trauma held as physical standing waves in muscles that squeezed out consciousness and organs like bells still ringing from shit that went down 30 years ago. And the cranky old ancestors, spiraling out the wars in my kidneys and the abusive fathers in my liver the grief in my lungs and the cruelty in my heart in many cases passed down from cultures long dead and America's past. The cauldron can take all this shit and unmake it and output a custom tuned pearl of condensed qi that can now be used to further loosen up the monkey with too much war in his body. The energy of emotions is just energy and can be easily transformed by intension if you bother to tune into natural laws and quit bullshitting yourself. Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem.