What happens next in markets may be a huge reversal to the downside beginning this week, or maybe next week after options come off late this week. And I suspect this why?
There has been a “Great Falling.”
A what? Allow me to elucidate:
The Universe talks to us…often in ways that are too subtle for our busy minds to hear, but that’s mostly because we have such busy schedules and we’re texting so much drivel that we miss the signs when they are thrown in our faces.
From experience, though, sigils and signs are a lot more common than people realize.
No, I’m not talking about when you get a flash of intuition that if you turn down the next line of parked cars at the mall, someone will back out right in front of you, leaving the perfect parking spot close to the door. That’s more gut feeling and being in tune with your higher self. Of just being flat-ass lazy.
Technically, a sigil is a “thing” that has been inscribed with symbols, in a particular order and a particular way that imbues the thing with magical power. Amulet with writing, kind of thing.
Sometimes, though, Universe writes the SIGIL out over the whole cloth of your existence.
Happened to us Saturday afternoon between 4:45 and 9:00 PM.
.Here’s how the symbols read:
1. About 4:45, my buddy, the retired Major fellow, called to report that he and his bride would NOT be going over to Lake Chelan as planned. They’ll be staying home because while putting the roof racks on their VW Taureg (which tows a small trailer), the Maj. didn’t place the ladder right.
It slipped and he went Humpty-Dumpty, complete with the “Crack!” noise as his ankle hit the ground.
It was too puffy to get a good X-Ray of it by the time he got to the docs, so he will be get another foot-selfie Tuesday but he’s down for the count on crutches with a baseball-sized foot.
Falling event #1 complete.
2. By the time that call was done, we were outside Elaine’s son Brandon’s place where we walked in and were treated to fresh home-smoked sockeye salmon – totally delish. The kids outdid themselves.
But my ears perked up at the mention (mid-bite of salmon and a vodka water) that that very morning, Brandon had been working in the yard and the ladder he was on (for no apparent reason) broke.
That sent him to the ground…no injuries, but he will feel it.
Fall Event #2 complete.
3. Later on in the evening, around 8 PM, or so, we drop in with the kids to a party (kids of the ‘hood when Elaine was raising Brandon” and Aerospace Rick (who drivers a mint magnum-like Ferrari, told how his daughter, and attorney, had just be sidelined with a sprained ankle.
She had been wearing high-heels and one of them just keeled over. Broke her ankle so down for a week or longer.
Falling Event #3 complete.
4. We get home and I mention this has been an odd day for things “falling” and as the conversation drifted along, I noted a funny thing in my mouth.
A gold cap on a tooth has fallen out.
Off to the emergency dental place Sunday morning to have it repaired.
Falling Event #4.
Near as I can tell, this is a seriously improbable series of things falling around us.
As we head back to Texas Thursday morning, we will have rain falling, but that’s not as “in your face” as the Saturday news arriving at our ears: Great Falling.
We’ll see if markets listen, though this has all the hallmarks of being an entirely forgettable day in the pre-open.
It’s all Interconnected…
So there we were: Daughter Denise, Elaine, and me having a dandy brunch of everything good on Earth out at Ivar’s Salmon House on Sunday on Seattle’s Lake Union in Seattle when somehow we got on the topic of how everything in the world is interconnected.
(After a neat conversation about when Bitcoin will get hacked with a recent UW grad in molecular biology who is what? Waiting tables at Ivar’s which should tell you reams about the condition of the US economy for non-banksters, but that’s a long rap for a distant Monday…)
Not that we would argue the point, about interconnectedness, but Denise told us a marvelous story that somehow didn’t make it down to media in East Texas and it’s quite a story, if you haven’t head it:.
The long and short of it is that last fall, there were some sacred Indian relics that were to be moved from ta local museum back to one of the Puget sound islands.
To get there, the museum folks put the relics in a vehicle and caught a ferryboat to take the relics to their final (and more proper) resting place.
As the ferry neared its destination, something never-before seen happened: A massive pod of more 35 killer whales appeared and seemed to dutifully escort the ferry on its trip …the kind of thing that for humans would be almost like marching in procession with a casket.
Hasn’t happen before, or since, explained Denise. evidence enough to her – and us when sitting by the lake watching the boats go by and recalling our own connections with the sea from our sailing days – that there is a connection that is both timeless and non-local.
A connection we ignore (every day) at our own peril.….
http://seattletimes.com/html/localnews/2022162797_apxpugetsoundorcas.html
I assume you know killer whale brains are bigger than human brains?