As I am notorious for forgetting holidays, like Christmas, I’d like to take the time to remember one that I consider more important than a cultural/religious holiday…..Today is Dec. 7th, the Day of Pearl Harbour. Please take a bit of time and remember those warriors who passed through the veil before us. Beocecht!

Scorpio for this week:

If you will ever in your life acquire the means to buy a 12,000-square-foot mansion, a private jet and yacht, your own personal manager, and an ecological organization devoted to saving endangered species in far-flung parts of the world, it will be in 2007. I’m not saying this will definitely happen; I just want you to know that the astrological omens regarding your cash flow will be particularly perky in the coming months. But even if you don’t get the chance to find out if extravagant wealth and luxury will corrupt your beautiful soul, I bet you will at least get richer quicker. This week will bring a juicy clue that will show you just what I’m talking about. Pay close attention.

FreeWill Astrology

Well, even if I could afford the mansion and the personal manager, I’d never get either of them. The private jet – of course, easier to travel and I could pay my evil twin to fly me places, so we could enjoy each other’s company. 😀 As for the cash flow thing. That would be terribly nice. And it will all go into my savings and retirement accounts for down the road. 🙂

As much as I’m happy I’m sick, I’ve forgotten how much day-time tv sucks ass. It’s nice to get this crap out of me, but damned. Can’t things have a little bit more to it? Oh well.

Last night, I took my Scotsman out to see The Fountain. That movie amazed me more than I thought it would. With the mixed reviews, I thought it might be too hard to follow…but was highly thrilled that it was pretty simple. Not to mention, the soundtrack is phenominal. That movie has nailed down so many different beliefs of mine in a manner that gave my Scotsman a better understanding of me. What went on in that movie, are the things that I see in my head every day. That really is how I perceive and interact with myself. Right down to the bauble carrying the First Father through space.

But in all seriousness, if you don’t get what’s going on, it’s not because it’s a bad movie. It’s mainly because the perceptions are different and you have to step outside of them to understand what all is going on. Yes, it’s a slow movie, but it’s an art flick, they tend to be that way. Don’t feel bad, it’s one of those “you get it, or you don’t” things and nothing to worry about.

I can’t wait for the director’s cut.

So I came up with a list, of things to improve on after Saturday (least, from the things about my match I actually remember):

Learn to tell left and right as body parts: talked with my Professore today, and he mentioned a sweatband on one arm. Then my other instructor’s sister suggested nail polish, which is better for me, as I hate stuff on my wrists. So, one side will be red, and the other side will be black. Less thinking.

Learn to center before a match: I spent most of Saturday focused on my teammates, and no time on myself. i didn’t ground before my match. Result? Checked out the yoga center by the gym today, going back tomorrow for my intro class on the center philosophy and my first yoga class there. Hopefully, that will help more.

Keep my head in the game: My first match is usually to get the jitters out. Well, doesn’t work if the first match is the last one. So this kinda goes back to the previous note, with the focus on my pre-fight ritual. Ritual always helps me focus, hence why I have a ton of rituals I go through every day. I failed to meditate adequately, and call about my fighting animals. As a result, they were not there with me and I was not part of them.

Scorpio for this week:

Earth Island Journal says scientists have discovered natural ways to clean up old munitions sites. If you plant periwinkle and parrot-feather plants in soil that’s been bombed with TNT, they’ll soak up and neutralize the noxious stuff. Likewise, pondweed absorbs and transforms nitroglycerin in land where explosives have been detonated. I urge you to find the metaphorical equivalents of periwinkle, pondweed, and parrot-feather plants this week, Scorpio. It’s a perfect moment to detoxify the places in your life where past battles left behind toxic debris.

FreeWill Astrology

Yeah, not sure about this being just a week-long progression, but I think there’s some more stuff I can get rid of. With that said, next week I’m going to head in to do yoga instead of training. It’s going to be my decompression week. After falling out of bed, by trying to do a reverse submission in my sleep, it’s obvious that I need a small break.

So when does the problem cease being our (white folks problem), and actually begin to be addressed within the black community?

Sharpton asks Richards to help heal the racism in our country

Black leaders call for end of “N-word” in entertainment, but fail to ask their own to cease using it as well (Chris Rock anyone?)

Seriously, I’m sick of hearing Sharpton whine, bitch and moan about every instance where a “cracker” turns the tides on someone in their own language. If the prevalence of the word Nigger, in the American lexicon is over-used, then the cease-fire needs to start at home. How many comedian acts on BET revolve around “Nigger-this” “Nigger-that”? One too many. The only time it becomes a problem, is when a cracker uses it. If Sharpton and his racist gang don’t want it used, they need to start at home.

The sad part is, it all started because they claimed he was getting on to them because they were black. And they called him a cracker. Go figure. “It’s your fault you discriminated against us because you shouldn’t have fallen to our level when we baited you”. Want to start working to end racism? Quit seeing it everywhere you look, just because you want to see it. So when it does actually happen, you’ll know it when you see it.

Scorpio for this week:

You know those fuel-delivery planes capable of pumping gas into a larger plane that’s already aloft? I think you’d benefit from enlisting the services of their metaphorical equivalent in the coming week. Given how high and fast you’re soaring, it would be a shame for you to have to come all the way down to earth to fill up your tank. And yet it’s clear to me that one way or another, you’re going to have to replenish your supply of propellant.

FreeWill Astrology

Hrmmmmmmmmm.