Hard Times: An Omen

With this looney time in mind-progressives-their "integrity;" that is, their word for corruption, such as same sex "marriage," and such-we hear it daily on the news, in contest, and, unfortunately, never heard from anyone but me, here is my take today.

Star gazers in ancient times reasoned out the movements of the stars in terms of the movements of mankind-incidental to the "Looney Tunes" in vogue, and with the majority vote, by reason of "old time religion" (at least we agree on that).

Astrologers claim that I'm able to see the future. If you please, for a change, let me take you along with me for a unique view on how to see things shaping up.

In their limited understanding, the ancients observed the movements of the stars and applied them to the movements of mankind. The cutting edge of science is observing the movements in the microcosmic universe and applying them to the movements of mankind. The two are coming together. However, we commonly know something entirely different, and manmade. 

Based on my personal experience, astrology is right on target, and so is cutting edge science. Why me and not others? We have choice. We can either follow our paths of destiny or grope. I've done both. You would think I was in La La Land when everything went right for me. When I went on my emotions, like progressives, if anything could go wrong it did.

My life was a struggle. In 1975, weary of the struggle, unconsciously, I got on my path of destiny. According to astrologers, it was written in the stars. Uranus, my ruling planet, had transited to a position opposite its position at the time of my birth in its solar orbit, which meant that this could be a time of significant change. I could have remained struggling to climb a greased pole. Everyone I knew thought that I'd lost my mind when I went to sea in 1975.

At sea on my live-aboard sloop I named Bold Venture, there was nothing but the elements and me. On the way back to Florida from the Bahamas, with three friends aboard, I encountered a fierce storm. It seems that I went into a zone. I wasn't really there, like I was looking at a movie scene, I felt no personal danger. In describing my feeling, I wrote it was like I was an orchestra conductor, my hand on the wheel keeping time to the music.

A mysterious hand steered Bold Venture to our destination and a safe harbor. My crew said it was a miracle that we survived. When one miraculously survives, one is prone to think he is alive for a purpose greater than himself. I went to sea in defeat and emerged captain of my ship.

I had married my first mate. She and I went to Portland, Oregon for a return to my wholesale lumber career. I was no longer captain. We were back in ordinary circumstances-no head of the house. Our relationship became strained. My third wife departed.

I was on my path of destiny. The miracles never ceased. Two weeks after wife number three walked out, Karen, my fourth wife, appeared, as if it was all planned. The moment we met, I knew she was meant for me. At this writing, we've been married 27 wonderful years. I count my blessings every day.

I year after I met Karen, my lumber career job ended. My thoughts turned back to the sea. Karen and I set sail for the Caribbean on Bold Venture II. Six months later we ended on the honeymoon on the rocks. We could say the second sea experience was not meant to be.

The first time I went to sea, a change was in the stars. I was where I was meant to be, with the right mate, in Portland, Oregon, when I let my emotions rule. I left my path of destiny for 18 years. After grounding Bold Venture II Caribbean, we remained in Florida. Nothing I tried worked out. In 1997 I was diagnosed with a heart problem. My doctor told me I was a candidate for open-heart surgery. Karen was diagnosed with cancer. After Karen's operation, we decided to sell out and take up a nomad life in an RV. On April Fool's day 1999, we boarded a jetliner for Portland, Oregon. We returned to square one, bought our RV and by the end of April were on our way. My heart condition went away. Karen is in remission. Leaving our stressful lives was the right medicine.

One day in November 2007, going on ten years into our nomad life, Karen told me she hated to think about living in an RV the rest of her life. My advice was to quit thinking about it. We couldn't afford a home. At that very moment, little did we know, the Veteran's Administration was making a decision on whether or not to consider me a permanently disabled World War II veteran. Miracles never cease when one is on his path of destiny. A week after Karen's utterance, I received notice by mail that I'd been accepted as a permanently disabled veteran. We could by our dream home.

A great many Americans are firmly convinced that they are entitled to the services of others; their bad luck is society's fault. It's the in vogue way of thinking-everyone entitled to more than they are getting, especially politicians. I read that Saturn and Pluto are in unfavorable alignment. We're already experiencing an economic meltdown. Government is bailing out auto makers so they can build vehicles that are not selling. They can give them away to India and Bangladesh. Progressives think Washington has to keep shuffling the economy around-keep people working so they can pay taxes. So the thinking goes, sooner or later a government managed economy will pick up steam on its own.

The cutting edge of science is very near to knowing "the theory of everything" (T.O.E.). It explains why we can be on or off our path of destiny, as individuals, as nations. But knowing the way people think, T.O.E. is going to accepted like the presence of U.F.O.s.

We're moving away from the Age of Pisces, the symbol of which is two fish swimming in opposite directions, and into the Age of Aquarius, whose symbol is the water-bearer to humanity. I happen to be Virgo with Aquarius on the rise. Astrologers say I can see the future. I keep thinking back to 1975, when everything I'd worked for went down the drain, and I looked within for my answers. With so many wringing their hands-and my life good-I'm forced to wonder. Maybe there is something so-called progressives don't know about how things come together. I guess we'll know down the line.