I hope I’m not going to a witness protection program, because I’m dealing with a corporation. That would be very Aquarius of me. LOL

5 of Cups: indeed I had a hostile reaction to the most popular music of the 90's and held it long into my 40's. It begins to dissipate as I see so many vibrant and skilled teachers of valid musical training and rather than being a dehumanizing little munchkin to see cats like Kurt Cobain as an American kid caught in the web of the glitter paint and some of the worst drugs we've ever cooked up. Whenever the juice of the poppy enters the effects are to make one lose all care for anything at all, just an empty creature seeking the satisfaction of desires. It always ends badly with confusing evidence pointing this way and that due to the utter catastrophe the most heinous extracts of the beautiful flower wreak upon humanity. One so enthralled is what the Tibetans call a 'hungry ghost'. Now I'm happy to just play music with family and friends and keep it independent and local.

You seem to be picking up on various monsters only a small but growing minority of independent researchers know anything about. The monster of the blue kool aid I have long felt deprived humanity of a higher level of wisdom and art that doesn't just distract and enthrall, but uplift and instruct in higher vibrations and values. I was a bright and happy young bard, got darkened by the crap that went down in the 90's and early century.

"Noble Stork" is a name that's been intuitively appearing in my audio sense lately. Love lost 25 years ago...yes, the question still stands, is 50 too old to start up again?

The Human Design people say that my aura type, the Hermit 6/2 of Manifesting Generator goes through 3 main life periods of birth to first Saturn return in explorer and seeker mode, where I did in fact go through a galaxy of local subcultures and tested scads of things most of which fell away in the meantime, but a few of which have stuck around and have begun to bloom with craft worthy skills as I enter what they call the exit from On The Roof, which I did in fact do, like the thing St. Francis did in a way, to go wild and build up my inner temple alone in the dark without a phone. This has begun to end in the events surrounding my Chiron return which is still on the downside of the peak, and sitting on my descendant. The Human Design people say it's this time in our lives when we return to the people of Earth with unusual and uncanny skills in service to higher wisdom and quality of life. I'm still in the time out as the eclipse is still a few days away, seeking lunch money again and barely scraping by but with my inner temple shining and serene, tuning the emotional emanations for a much better re-entry than the shaky shoddy thing I put together as a young man. Prison is a common element of secular society, but the old ways know of the monk and the wild man who train on the edge for skills the common folk cannot fathom, but are required of some of us to protect and nourish the spaces that allow their lives to bloom.