No Epidural
Of my limited, miniscule, fractional, tiny, microscopic, smaller than a subatomic, quark like, doesn’t know if it’s from a wave or particle, knowledge of anything, let alone what I’m about to describe.
It seems as though with all the chaos, disorder, entropy, fear, dissonance, apprehension, darkness, ignorance, pain, confusion, dissolution, and no absolution.
That we are slowly traveling down some galaxian cosmological birth canal.
Having nearly completed our 2100 year Piscean Patriarchal gestation cycle.
To be “birthed” ameliorating into an Aquariun altruistic awareness .
As for no epidural, me thinks we are already collectively anesthetized enough by TV, food, drink, sports, politics, sex, consumption, race, religion, guns, flags, education, money, geography, oil and hierarchy.
That one more toxin added to the above soup like swamp mix, might not make it out alive. Besides, can you imagine how big that f**king needle would be?
Breath, breath, inhale, exhale. Hang on to your loved ones, be as kind as possible and hold on.
The universe’s uterus is applying pounding pulsating pressure pushing the planetary placenta past the celestial sanguine cervix.
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.
The age of Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revalation
And the mind’s true liberation
Aquarius!
From “Hair”
