Exodus/Migrations

The Monarch Butterflies bring sparkles of splendor as they pass
through, pass over in their annual migration back to the mountains of
Michoacan, Mexico.

They arrive/end their long migration in the Sierra Madre around Dia
del Muertos (November 1).

Another sign of the passing of this defining time, 'The Stupid Summer
of Ort Nine ('09)'.

These United States of America, this nation, is so revealed as being
the most toxic of corporation kleptocracies (rule by the thieves).
Americans are revealed as being the greatest bee-otches, the greatest
slaves, the most easily manipulated by this corporation kleptocracy's
agenda.

This summer of lunatic rantings, of Tourette's Syndrome wanes with the
drafting of a Congressional Bill that is being rightfully called 'The
Medical Insurance Corporations' Profit Preservation and Enhancement
Act'. This summer wanes with the money changers receiving record
bonuses as they resume the party on Wall Street.

I've been thinking much, listening to the music in my head of one
Woodrow Wilson (Woody) Guthrie. I can't help thinking that this
present moment is what Woody would have considered to be the worst
case scenario, a time to despair about the Human Agenda vs. the
Corporation Agenda, a time to despair about this land that once was
mine land, your land, this land that was made for you and me.

And yet, behold the Monarch Butterfly.

Each Butterfly is its own Revolution. Each Butterfly is its own
Transformation - from the Worm.

And when the Worm is Transformed into the Butterfly, the Butterfly is
guided in long, arduous Exodus by secret magnetisms, polarities,
hidden navigational powers - to arrive at a place of destiny and
refuge where they have never been before.