No-one ever questioned any of it, or even wondered why I was always sitting editing in absolute fits of giggles. Of course, by this point, I’d usually be bored and feeling mischievous… I used to regularly splice up people’s answers ever so subtly so their opinions wouldn’t end up making much sense in the final cut. Some of the results I got were absolutely bloody genius (or so I thought, at least – these newly manufactured sentences would fit together perfectly, but would make people sound like they were contradicting themselves and all sorts)… I used to be dying with laughter in the editing room. I’d be going around campus with a mic, asking students about their views on the day’s ‘burning issue’ (which I rarely had either interest in or clue about). Then it would be back to base, where I’d have to edit it all up ready for the newsreader to play during the live show. At Uni, we had a student radio station, and my role was ‘news hound’. I never believed what they said in the papers, and I’ve never been fooled by ‘authorities’. Pit us against each other, and they’ll always stay in control.) Completely pointless (and part of this whole machine that created this need in us to ‘fit in’, and to ‘prove our worth’. The photos they printed were cruel, though, and not even the slightest bit witty. Actually, stains on their trousers would have been funny I’d have probably been up for taking those myself. I thought they were all super lame, especially celebrity ones that printed paparazzi shots of stars with stains on their trousers. I couldn’t actually handle the idea of writing for other mags at all. I remember not being able to go in and do some freelance work for the Big Issue once because I’d been dancing for three days straight and my calves were in such agony, I couldn’t even get down the stairs in my house unless I was sitting on my arse.) (Yes, I do have a kamikaze super-strong Pluto in my own chart. To boot, I was a wildchild who preferred to spend most of her time inside booming bassbins in darkened cellars under bridges and railway arches. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so anti-news back then, apart from the obvious fact I preferred to write creatively. I trained as a journalist, but there was never any part of me that wanted to do anything like write for newspapers, or broadcast ‘news’. Slowly but surely, we must all be shifting towards a state of consciousness which no longer has any truck with what is not authentic… A consciousness that – in witchy terms – can see beyond veils that are more than slipping off now they’re barely even there.) I posted a copy and paste from a Russian friend earlier today, to spread the message that local and social media has been blocked there… which means the only way anything can be reported is via the mainstream. Not that we’re not being subject to lies. This situation was always going on underneath the surface we’ve always been slaves to systems and ‘leaders’ who can threaten to press big nuclear red buttons whenever they fancy it.Īnd now – thanks to the continued influence of collective planet Pluto*, whose energy plumbs the depths of the Underworld to excavate dark truths and all things considered taboo and hidden – the ludicrousness of it all has risen right up and smacked us round our faces. It was starting to cross my mind at times that, in a way, all these threats of nuclear war is a bit of a relief … then I read an email from occult guru Dr Carolyn Elliott, who was saying the same thing: “At least it’s honest… a bit of a welcome wake-up call”.īecause, on many levels, nothing’s actually changed.
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