Everything changes so completely at this time of year. One week, I stand on the walkway in front of
our house and see green trees all around me, and the next week, the yard has
become gold with dropped leaves. When
did it happen? There was no particular
moment of shift. The change was both
dramatic and imperceptible.
For the government (and by extension, the Democrats) there
are also embarrassments. For one thing,
the spying program is getting a lot of publicity, and it’s definitely not used
to this. All countries spy on each other’s
citizens, and by tacit agreement, nobody says anything about it. There are always groups of people who know
what’s really going on, while the rest of us just sit around reading thrillers
and watching spy films and feeling very little affected by the real thing.
Now it’s ironic that the
Act is biting a Democratic administration on the butt. But since it is, maybe all the conservatives who
rallied for it in the first place will take steps to revise it.
And these revelations about surveillance – and the answering outrage – fit in well with the astrological picture, since this is a time when the sun, Mercury, Saturn and the north node are all in Scorpio, the sign of secrecy. Scorpio rules not only the process of hiding things, but also the inevitable point when they are revealed. It’s the sign of death and rebirth, dedicated to shape-shifting. Nothing ever really dies, although many things are buried. Now is the time when some of these things return. And if you had a lot of zombies stopping at your door last night and asking for candy, you saw this in action.
The drone program, too, has been largely undercover. Sleek planes zoom out of a blue sky and kill people in a chillingly surgical way. Better than bombing cities and slaughtering hundreds, right? And also easier to ignore, until a couple of Pakistani children testify to Congress about watching their grandmother murdered before their eyes.
Meanwhile, change walks among us on silent feet. The ones who are screaming loudest are not the ones who are directing it these days.
So don't be afraid of what's been hidden. When you brush off the dirt and mold, sometimes you find old lessons about surviving together on this planet. Learn what you can. And if you live in Winchester, Virginia, vote for my brilliant brother, Larry L. Yates, for delegate. He's been a truth-teller and a change agent all his life.