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Preface: This blog is copywrited in the name of multidimensional beings everywhere.

A couple months ago, I pasted a Tom Tomorrow comic into a journal-collage about his "imaginary conversations" with Senator Obama. You too, eh? I started getting psychically consulted or what ever you would call it (imaginal plane, astral plane?) by a number of politicians in January just as the Ron Paul Revolution was launching and Hillary and Obama were fully geared up but still having an equal chance at the nomination. My opinion at the time was that misogyny was a bigger problem in America than racism and the soreness over the Clinton History would be more harmful than the benefit of kitchen table recognition. No one asked me what our people needed, they just asked me how they would VOTE.

Since then, I have been frequently asked about various political, business and governmental matters over the psychic airwaves but because I'm too controversial in real life to get a phone call that documents my presence and value, I get no such call and they don't pay me. Ethics of the astral plane. Are other consultants getting unwarranted phone calls that they would answer out of the kindness of their heart as a curb-side, and not charge for it, but that's because they have academic base salaries. There are also good ethical questions around someone else being able to co-create statements. If I have a level of authority and I am asked a question, how much control do I have over what comes out of my mind/mouth? Does that affect the validity?

My next project is up in the air. I have decided against getting involved in our current government, although I did almost call a recruiter to get tested. Scary biscuits, eh? I've decided that I'm going to maintain a level of interest in the political revolution afoot, as it obviously affects my life. I'm going to plan for the apocalypse, as there are myriad sources worldwide that suggest we're in one. I don't care if I sound schizophrenic because I have higher world ideas about what "mental illness" really means. So, I'm working on my survival skills in rural california at the moment while I am looking for a job and polishing my book proposal. It's curious how the collective consciousness plays into human resources decisions around privacy and professionalism. It reminds me of a comic I read once about hiring an ass to test out an ass-kicker.