Ann Kreilkamp ~ “Red Pilling”: Is the Awakening Process Taking Hold?

I love this post by astologer, permaculture village creator,  author and more, Ann Kreilkamp:

“Red Pilling”: Is the Awakening Taking Hold?

In the past 48 hours I’ve heard about two couples familiar to me, one of whom has been married for many years, the other a strong, bonded, romantic couple for only the past few months, and both these couples are now at each other’s throats. Why? Not over small, stubborn, personal issues. No. Instead, over something seemingly much more abstract, “issues” having to do with how one sees the entire world, or in short, one’s world view.

In both these cases, one person in each couple has been red- pilling his or her self and the other has not. So my question: is this phenomenon now being repeated all across the country?

If you haven’t heard the phrase “red-pilling,” it’s a convenient way to indicate that one is no longer “taking the blue pill,” no longer inside The Matrix that programs us to be-LIE-ve in culturally sanctioned illusions that get and keep us dumbed down and passive.

As I look back, I realize that my own introduction to seeing through the matrix began with the Kennedy assasination. One might call that event my initiation into adulthood. This stunning, out-of-nowhere, obviously evil deed, the gory details of which were  broadcast over and over again on the television, took place not even one month prior to my 21st birthday. Even then, I sensed that something was very wrong with the explanations, but I had no idea what, and buried my distrust for many years, until one Saturn cycle later, when Oliver Stone’s 1991 movie JFK brought it up again for the culture to review.

But not just that. After all, I was coming of age in the late ’60s, when Uranus and Pluto conjuncted in Virgo, and blew the lid off the staid, stable ’50s.  In my late 20s, I deliberately swallowed the red pill (in the form of LSD), and, the very next day, found myself, as a doctoral student in philosophy, entirely at odds with the way mainstream philosophy, psychiatry, psychology, and allopathic medicine viewed the mind, the human spirit, the relation between mind and body, and the relation between humans and the planet.

So yes, one might say that I was of that generation that red-pilled itself before we were even ready. We had no idea how to work with what was emerging. Most of us either went “too far out,” and “blew our minds,” or we scuttled back into the glamorous confines of boring materialism and status, better safe than sorry.

Not me. I was not even tempted to do that.

In my case, each new discovery that “things are not what they seem” shifted me further out of the social pack, and made me realize, once again, that I was alone, or I seemed to be alone in my thinking process. But was I? I knew I wasn’t. At least I knew that the authors of the books I was reading — Jung, Laing, Wittgenstein, and others — were also red-pilled, as we’d say now. And I knew also that if I just kept going, that if I did not get stuck, as my own internal guidance advised, then at some point I would actually begin to help others do the same. Furthermore, since I did have internal guidance, since that was so very very obvious to me, once I had almost died and instead chose full aliveness, I knew I was not alone, never had been. Always, I’ve been surrounded by guides, whether internal or external. When externally needed, they appear. Which is rare. Usually, just paying attention to my own psyche — and, of course, to dreams, synchronicities, visions, other right brain emanations of the larger psyche that fills and flows through us all — is plenty, for me to remember myself, my connection with the whole.

Sometimes I take myself to a forest, and commune there inside the trees’ communion with each other, their silent, spacious presence that holds and envelops and nourishes all within their reach, both below the earth through their roots and above the earth as their branches reach for the sky. I love how trees are aware of each other, how they lean away just enough so as not to disturb each other if possible; how they sometimes catch each other when they fall, and remain there, the live one upholding the dying one in its fork, for years, through its death and slow process of decomposition, providing even better habitat than when alive for the many species that feed upon it. I love how trees, when they do fall all the way down, then seem to dissolve gradually into the ground, as the species that inhabit their moss and mushroom covered nooks and cracks and crannies gradually take over, eating what remains. I love how the forest holds life and death and rebirth continually in the great cosmic wheel of energy condensing into and dissolving material forms. How could I not be happy and fulfilled walking through the forest?

How could I feel alone there, when enveloped by these great wise beings who see all, feel all, bend with the wind, and accept what comes from the sky? How could I not move into the same spaciousness that they inhabit naturally? How could I not follow my own nature to do the same?

I must admit, however, that each time I’m red-pilled in yet another area, it still comes as a shock, and sometimes I’m tempted into temporary denial. I think here especially of my reading of Kathy O’Brien’s Trance Formation of America, in the ’90s, and how at first I didn’t want to accept what happened to her, but in the end I could not forget. The events in this autobiographical account ended up not only completely shifting my view of Hillary Clinton and others, but made me recognize the evil underbelly of CIA-ruled MK Ultra mind control programs in general, and the complicity of the psychiatric profession.

And, there was, and is, always the forest. That which sustains being and does not judge. Rather, the forest accepts, allows, absorbs. You see why now I and others want so much for Donald Trump to “walk barefoot in the forest on mushrooms”? What would happen to this uber-capitalist, this superhero to some and buffoonish devil to others, this gigantic human whose vision is still so narrow, who sees nothing wrong with destroying the environment in the interests of big business? Whose undeniable skill at domination might be tempered and absorbed into the forest’s interspecies cooperation.

All in all, red-pilling oneself is, “in the end,” not as hard as it looks, nor as isolating. Oh, it may be to start, and even after all these decades, when you’d think I would be wised up, I still do have to “watch what I say,” — or not, depending on how I feel that day, or what kinds of storms are in the air, or my assessment of what my companions may be “ready for.” In any case, I don’t worry about feeling “alone” and “isolated” in my discoveries. Because I am not.  Never have been, considering all the unseen help at my disposal. Furthermore, millions of people are now at least beginning to red-pill themselves, and as we do, this Great Awakening proceeds to throw revealing light on what has been a shadowy psychopathological underworld of total control, massive and continuous slavery and destruction for decades, even centuries.

Especially since the turn of the millennium, we, the people of the world, have become all too aware of the false flags that begin wars, and the bankster connection to both sides of any war. We are aware of 9/11, and how the official explanations just don’t make sense. We are quite accustomed to that phrase “false flag,”  don’t just think of it as the movie, Wag the Dog, which announced it, and are quick to pronounce various mainstream media promoted scenarios, especially “lone gunman shootings” as designed to create fear and havoc, so that we may be more easily controlled, via “action, reaction, solution.”

The cabal, the illuminati, the deep state, the shadow government — lots of ways to talk about how a few people are controlling the many, or have been. How their smoothly administered blue pill is no longer going down. We simply can’t stomach it any more. And though it may seem as if there’s dissension in every household now, as at least one member within it wakes up to how we have all been hoodwinked for so long; as time goes on, and we long-term red-pillers are patient with our own impatience, and especially patient with those in our household who are still too scared to see, still too in need of the security blanket of their own long held, socially programmed  be-LIE-fs, to even begin to peek out from under the blanket and behold the open sky, I have a hunch that the truth bombs now dropping will explode into  jaw-dropping awareness.

Let those of us who have red-pilled ourselves for decades be ready for this explosion. Let us serve as strong central pillars of awareness, compassion and inclusion for the others who are just waking up. Let us be like old strong trees in the forest, holding all in a spacious presence that allows for even the most seemingly miraculous possibilities to emerge.

I walk in the forest surrounding Griffy Lake, on May 18, 2018, near Bloomington, Indiana.




As Within, So Without: When You and Your Garden Become One

Just noticed this, but it’s always true. Many couples begin to look like each other. Some people and animals take on each others qualities. For me it’s the land. My garden and I are one.



With what and whom do you surround yourself? What flows to and from you in the ever moving tides of energy and form?


Magick Wands and Chris Hedges ~ A Time for ‘Sublime Madness’

This wants to go up again. I now have four. 🙂

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Thanks to Gillian for drawing my attention to this particular Chris Hedges article. Though dire, it’s also quite an unusual post for him in that he recognizes the power of the human imagination. I have been getting the same message lately about the state of our world: things have gone so far beyond what normal “doing” can remedy that it’s time for magic, magick, mgieck … whatever you call it, it’s time to tap in, dig deep, and empower those wands, spells, prayers, and beliefs in miracles.

With all the debate about Second Amendment rights, I’ve done some major soul searching. I don’t own a gun, and I don’t desire to own a gun. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to shoot someone, even in self defense, and to me personally, that just doesn’t feel in alignment with the rest of how I live my life. But neither does…

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My Beloved Chartreuse Cattleya Orchid Prepares to Bloom

“You can get off alcohol, drugs, women, food and cars, but once you’re hooked on orchids you’re finished. You never get off orchids … never.” – Joe Kunisch, Commercial Orchid Grower, Rochester, New York If you came into my studio today you might not notice that something rather special is about to happen. Tucked in […]


Mars Retrograde and Astrology for the Second Half of 2018

I finally had a chance to listen to this excellent Rune Soup podcast talking about Mars Retrograde today, June 26th through August 27th. Gordon White and Austin Coppock also discuss  Uranus in Taurus and Venus Retrograde, giving historical background to help predict the future. The beginning features some teenage boy humor about “Ur-anus,” but the entire show is well worth a listen.

I can’t help noticing just how timely this Mars Rx coincides with the Board’s projected decision time for so many of the issues affecting our neighborhood. Glad to hear our strategy has been right on and astrologically supported. If you want personal and/or geopolitical insights for the second half of 2018, this is a great place to begin:


Our Relocation: The Inside Scoop on Dra’Faven

Celebrating 1 year today since Two Guys and a Truck moved us to Kalamazoo! What a surreal year it’s been. So grateful to have met such amazingly smart, active, caring and creative neighbors … and we love our home. Much gratitude for all!

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At long last, I can make official what I’ve only hinted at for months: this past Summer David and I bought a house and relocated from Goshen, IN to Kalamazoo, MI.


After considering many other locations and then taking a whirlwind tour of Southwest Michigan in Summer 2016, we found that Kalamazoo offered all the things that attracted us to far more distant locales. It feels like the “sweet spot” of

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Summer Solstice, Astrology and Earth Changes

Happy Summer Solstice to everyone in the Northern Hemisphere! (And Happy Winter Solstice to my readers in the Southern Hemisphere!) May the light of clarity continue to dawn and shine, both inside and outside ourselves. I’ve noticed clarity as a major theme in recent sessions, so I thought I’d make a special post about some upcoming space alignments, along with an update on Uranus in Taurus.

Even if you don’t believe in astrology, the following video shares physical Earth effects of a very rare planetary alignment we’ll experience from July 19th-early September. The lead-up has begun, with all the gas giants already on one side of the Sun. As the creator of this video documents, “June 20, 2018: Over the past 125 years the earth has only been in this cosmic planetary position 6 times, during each of those six times some historic events occurred on the planet with regard to volcanic eruptions and earthquakes.

I include the video not to generate fear but as background to the individual and collective astrological effects/observations I note below the video. As Above, So Below. As Within, So Without. Everything connects. Whether or not we recognize those connections, they still affect us:

On May 9, 2018, I posted “Uranus in Taurus: What I’m Noticing So Far,” because sessions indicated people already feeling the effects of Uranus shifting from Aries to Taurus on May 15th. Things continue to heat up on the collective level and especially for anyone whose natal chart receives exact aspects with Uranus in early Taurus. You are much more than your Sun sign, so even non-Taureans can experience huge lightning (aka “lightening”) strikes from the rebel liberator, cosmic weirdo Uranus.

David’s a Taurus, so I expected him to feel pressure in any slow moving or stuck areas. Sudden structural changes, unexpected events, and potential openings: all very Uranus in Taurus. He’s currently got Uranus exactly conjunct his natal Jupiter, so David’s getting an extra boost of expansion and good luck right now. Uranus won’t aspect his other planets for awhile, but his family recently got some restructuring. Due to privacy, I won’t share details here, but they are big time Uranus in Taurus events.

Although I only have one (very late) Taurus placement in my natal chart, Uranus is having a field day in my chart right now. I’ve got Uranus exactly square my natal Aquarius Moon (ouch!), Trine my Virgo Ascendant and very closely Trine my late 29th degree Lilith in Sagittarius. Lilith is another anti-authoritarian; on both personal and collective levels, I feel major “enough is enough” energy about any areas of patriarchal overreach, abuse, and/or boundary violations. I’ve also had transiting Pluto Square both Uranus and Chiron ongoing for years. I feel the lightning bolts, signals of big shifts, as well as a stronger than usual need to protect my home and personal boundaries.

In May, I mentioned our neighborhood’s fight to preserve our majestic trees while the Township Board tries to cut them down for unnecessary sidewalks opposed by 90% of our quiet neighborhood. This is turning into a classic Uranus in Taurus situation with questions of the highest good of all (Uranus), Earth protection (Taurus), democracy and rejection of top down power plays (Uranus), with an on-the-ground (Taurus) battle plan to protect our trees and our community (Taurus) from underhanded or Agenda driven deals. The Township Board meeting last week brought 74 attendees, mostly from our neighborhood, many of whom spoke truth to power. The 7:15 meeting ran past 11:00 p.m., and our neighborhood now features signs in most yards, “Democracy at Work: Vote No on Sidewalks.”

Distortions of petitions, manipulated public comment, and the Board’s very sneaky attorney have rallied and united our neighbors to define and protect our values (Taurus), while also suggesting creative solutions (Uranus) to solve problems the Board originally created. Other neighborhoods in our township had resigned themselves to the Board’s usual force tactics; however, seeing the vast participation and strategy of our neighborhood has inspired these other neighborhoods to demand their community get evaluated on-the-ground (Taurus), not just via top-down theory. Major challenge to authority’s overreach is fermenting and fomenting (Uranus).

A power play, letter-of-the-law, “taxation without representation” workaround to force our entire township to pay for things the citizens don’t want may trigger a Uranian revolution across the whole township, not just in our neighborhood. In short, we’ve got layers of practical, psychological, conscience raising, grounded, and esoteric strategies at work (Uranus in Taurus), so we’ll see how it all plays out. At the very least, we live in interesting times.

Because I work with people from around the world, I get to hear individual stories of challenge and transformation. I’ve heard from a LOT of Scorpios lately, and that makes sense, since Uranus in early Taurus means Uranus opposing any early Scorpio placements. Scorpio a fixed sign ruled by Pluto, with themes of power, sexuality, privacy, desire, death and rebirth. While Uranus echoes the higher octave of Mercury, Pluto represents the higher (more intense) octave of Mars, which ruled Scorpio before Pluto’s discovery. So many astrologers have addressed how Uranus may affect Taurus placements and Taurus themes (banking system, personal values, the Earth, health and physicality), but my early observations suggest a need to explore how Uranus in Taurus affects the opposite sign, too.

If you have any early degree Taurus, Virgo or Capricorn placements, you’re experiencing a conjunction (Taurus) or trine (Virgo, Capricorn) from Uranus. If you’ve got early Scorpio, then you probably feel even more pressure to move through stuck patterns and old issues. The most dramatic and tragic Uranian lightning bolt I’ve seen contributed to the sudden death of a very Uranian (on the negative side, read “reckless” “anarchist”) Scorpio who pushed things too far at the wrong time. As with any astrological transit, conscious awareness eases the strains and opens opportunities beyond the challenge. In its higher state, Uranus represents brotherly love and the highest good of all, throwing off outworn limitations. In its less evolved state, Uranus brings chaos and Tower card destruction.


Will we handle the transits with awareness and Grace or find ourselves resistant to or overwhelmed by uncontrollable events? Uranus in Taurus marks an excellent time for some Hermit card and Four of Swords style retreat and meditation — not a head in the sands withdrawal, but a centered awareness of our own bodies, values and what kind of world we most intend to bring into being. Bring the light of that centered awareness back into the world.

When we focus our intentions and summon energy, Uranus arrives like the Eight of Wands, offering divine inspiration and support for those ready to receive this energy and direct it into real world (Taurus) actions. In the words of Nietzsche, “I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”

Blessed Be … and be the blessing!




Life Is What Happens While You Are Waiting for the Plumber

Last week, my family celebrated the funeral of my stepfather. He was 88 and had suffered for over a year. After the crying was over, I helped my mother clean out a series of closets and made a virtually futile attempt to restore order to her family room. We went to three movies in three […]


Three More Days For Early Discount

Just a quick reminder that we’re only three days away from Summer Solstice and the early prepay discount for our “Fall Equinox Workshop: Living a More Magickal Life with Laura Bruno & Tania Marie.” This class is hosted at Tania’s beautiful Lake Tahoe home and will be the first and last she and I ever co-teach together. You can find out more details and sign up by following the linked title. The workshop is 1/3 full right now, with commitments so far to be 1/2 full on Summer Solstice. Space is limited for this intimate gathering, so if you’d like to reserve your spot, you can also save $77 by prepaying on or before June 21st.

You can continue to sign up for June Specials through June 30, 2018:

$44 Tarot Special

Half-hour tarot reading at 20% off the usual rate. Tarot readings offer an energetic check-in, the chance to ask questions about pending decisions or intentions, and represent a fun, yet powerful way to gain perspective on relationships and challenges.

Tarot readings are particularly good for people who don’t know what kinds of questions to ask me; they just want some kind of guidance because they feel unsure of what’s coming or what to focus upon. Tarot also seems to benefit those people who have exceptionally good things coming their way, yet wonder if I might be “padding the reading” or “just saying what they want to hear.” The cards don’t lie. (Neither do I – but the cards seem an even more objective medium for delivering good news.)

Please contact me if you’d like to sign up for this special. Offer valid if prepaid on or before June 30, 2018.

40-Minute Soul Reading Special

$133 instead of the usual $177, this 40-Minute Soul Reading Special can address “why you’re here,” deep soul longings, how to bring more soul into the workplace or your relationship, and/or an astrology check-in. Offer valid if prepaid on or before June 30, 2018.


Garden Pretties


This clematis was almost dead when we moved here, and now it’s been healthy and blooming for weeks. Delphinium came out today:


Coreopsis and magenta yarrow, next to chives, pineapple sage, chard and radicchio:


Sedum, snapdragons, pansies, red chard, purple kale, cinnamon basil, Romaine, and blooming sedum next to the hens and chicks ground cover:


Lavender, rosemary, wormwood and yellow zinnias:


Chamomile in the foreground, with (blue) lacinato kale, lettuce, zinnias, mosquito geranium, blooming cilantro, anise hyssop, yarrow and more:


And lovely yellow roses by the mailbox:


No one believes my front yard garden is edible until they stand right in front of it. From the road, the blue and purple kales, red lettuces, chard and herbs intermingled with flowers and perennials look like a cheerful flower garden. The faeries are happy, too, including the one David calls “The Biggest Faery.” 😉