The Devil Comet is coming! The Devil Comet is coming!

Ever wonder what that kid who was sniffing glue all the time is doing now? Well, I’m doing just fine; thanks for asking. I write an astrology blog now and I cross-dress during the day, except people are much more flexible about gender terms now and they don’t call it “cross-dressing” anymore. I have no idea what the young people call it these days. Some folks are kind enough to refer to me as a woman. I frankly don’t care what people call me or if they call me. I enjoy performing and making people laugh, but I”m not here for you or for them. I’m on this earth again for me. I will express myself any way I want to, thanks again for asking.  

I thought it would be easier to be born in a male body this time around, or at least I  was curious enough in the Bardo to think I wanted to try it. Fortunately, I am both genders and none of the genders, so at least half of me can deal with most any situation half of the time. I don’t give a damn how people refer to me. I am not this meat sack that my soul is piloting, I am a feminine soul that chose a male body this time around. Perhaps in the Bardo, the in-between time, I knew that I would wind up pregnant, as I did in so many previous lives before this one that I chose this male body instead to prevent that. I’ve certainly lived a life devoted to care taking one-too-many times. Being in a biologically male body this time has been a more curious adjustment than I thought it would be.   Sometimes I’m glad that I did it, and sometimes I’m not. The good news is, it worked! I am nearly fifty years old and not once in this lifetime have I found myself pregnant! Not once! Phew! What a horrific time it would be to have an unwanted pregnancy in this day and age!  

Keep in mind as I tell you what I think is coming that I was once the kid in class sniffing rubber cement and chewing on the glue stick.  I say that because I don’t want you to panic. What will be, will be. Now the reason I’m thinking about glue so much is because I recently fell off a stage midway through a performance at The Tomorrow Theatre. I was supposed to leave the stage midway through the show and retrieve a vacuum cleaner. The heel of my black patent pump snapped cleanly off and I was suddenly on my hands  and knees to save my face on the floor on the side of the stage. I rolled on up and out of it and continued my path to the vacuum cleaner. On my way back up the stairs with the vacuum I continuously wondered “what is wrong with the floor?”  I hadn’t realized my heel had snapped clean off. “Why is the floor giving way beneath me? Am I going to fall through the stage? Damn it, I knew I should have cut back on snacking, but I wanted to represent fat-power, you know? Be fat if you want to be fat! Embrace who you are right now! Snack. Live your life!  “Oh……..”  I realized at the top of the stairs…….. ”my heel has snapped off.” The audience was laughing because I looked ridiculous walking in two differently-heeled shoes vacuuming the stage which is ridiculous to begin with in the middle of the show.  The show must go on!  It did.   

Let’s get back to the glue! The whole point of this story is the glue! Yesterday I took my heels to be repaired at a place in downtown Portland called “Shoe Repair”. I love the name. I had to request entry and get buzzed in and then make my way down a spiral staircase to a wonderful place where new leather and rubber cement smells sting your nostrils and bring on waves of nostalgia. Oh, hello!!! I am transported back to my childhood by the marvelous aroma of glue. Ahhhhh! I honestly cannot wait to return… my repaired heel, I have no doubt, will be good as new. It is my first time at this Shoe Repair, but I already have great faith in the apparent craftsmanship of the delightful gentleman I met there. I will take my time climbing that spiral staircase this very afternoon. There goes a brain cell. Take another step. Another brain cell is gone… twenty steps to go. Ever wonder, if you’ve seen me out and about in my performance face, why I am not a queen who blocks out her eyebrows with a glue stick? Delicious! I try not to buy them or they become a staple of my diet, calling out to me in the night, “EAT ME! EAT ME!”   

Okay, now we can talk about the Devil’s Comet. Comet 12/P Pons-Brooks obits the sun roughly every 71 years. The orbital length classifies it as a Halley-type comet, a comet with an orbital period of 20 to 200 years.” Comets are known for their long, streaming tails. They are leftover from the formation of the solar system 4.6 billion years ago.” According to NASA “At the core of every comet is a nucleus comprised of ice and dust. As the comet approaches the sun, the ice begins to turn to gas that can burst out of the comet in a cloud of dust that creates a huge, fuzzy cloud around the nucleus called the coma. The shape of 12/P Pons-Brooks’ coma has created the appearance of horns for on-the ground observers.” The Devil Comet is coming! The Devil Comet is coming!  

This year the comet is located south and to the left of Jupiter. Unlike the upcoming solar eclipse, you do not need glasses or special protection to see the comet. The comet is already visible in Wisconsin and  it is headed west. You can see the Devil Comet with your naked eye from now until around the end of April depending where you live as it moves west across the United States. Now here’s where you should remember that I used to sniff glue and also that I still crave the taste of glue, and also that I insisted my name is Sylvia from a very young age until I stopped around 6 or 7 because it so upset my parents who raised me where people are deeply religious, and I only stopped insisting my name has always been Sylvia since before I was in this body because they were so freaked out about it. Deep breath… sorry about that run-on sentence. I was just reliving that trauma a touch as I rushed to explain it.   

Revelations states that the Anti-Christ will rise up through politics and his followers will wear his mark upon their foreheads: Make America Great Again Hats.  

Luke: 21, Verses 25 to 31. [25] and upon the earth distress of nations in perplexity at the roaring of the sea and the waves. [26] men fainting with fear and with foreboding of what is coming on the world: for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Revelation 12:1 A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth.   

The last time the Devil’s Comet passed over the United States it appeared over the Pacific Ocean on December 7th, 1941. Pearl Harbor. I pray we keep safe and do not face another such terror. There are plenty of terrors already occurring.  

Eclipse Season is all about revealing what is hidden: Trump can’t pay his bond. He was never a billionaire to begin with. He has raped numerous women and cheated on every single wife. He has accepted funds from foreign governments. What other lies that he has told us will be revealed during eclipse season. While I want to see justice, I fear for the innocent. He has recently been calling for a “blood bath if he is not elected.”  

March 25, 2024  the lunar eclipse will occur. On this same date District Attorney Letitia James can seize Trump’s assets for his failure to pay his bond for defrauding the people of New York. Trump was born on June 14, 1946 during a lunar eclipse. Hmmm… and this lunar eclipse occurring on this day the downfall of his finances begins. He owes an additional bond to appeal his case against E. Jean Caroll. Without putting it up, he cannot appeal. I hope she enjoys the 98 million that he had to put in a trust for her already. 

Revelations: “See the Day of the Lord is coming - a cruel day, with wrath and fierce anger - to make the land desolate and destroy the sinners within it. The Stars of Heaven and their constellations will not show their light. The rising Sun will be darkened and the Moon will not give its light.” Is Trump the Anti-Christ? Obviously. Will he lash out violently like a child on March 25th. I certainly think he will.   

Let’s all pause for a big sniff of glue…………..  Just in case we are all about to die from something horrible, maybe I’ll eat just one last glue stick…… gotta pick up that broken shoe today and walk up that spiral staircase again. Now, I have known many people throughout my life since childhood who twist the words of the Bible to make folks like myself suffer, who indeed want to believe that all who don’t see the world as they do SHOULD suffer. I don’t want anyone to suffer except for Donald Trump, his followers, and crooked politicians who assisted him in fleecing America. I’m afraid I do believe we are about to go through something very difficult and violent on a global scale or at the very least a last small violent attempt at a coup before Trump is out of the picture by the completion of the full solar eclipse on April 8th in Aries, the god of war.     

We don’t learn anything without hardships. We don’t grow without change. We don’t overcome and expand our souls to new understandings without challenges. I finished writing this blog on Wednesday: March 20th at 10:02. It will post on Easter Sunday:  March 31st, 2024. We will be approximately halfway-through the described events.

Whatever happened to that weird kid from grade school that was always sniffing and eating glue? The one who was always saying her name was Sylvia and getting in trouble for it? Oh, Joseph? Yes, I think they call themself Svetlana now or both, never Sylvia anymore. Yea, they’re still crazy. They write some crazy blog now trying to predict the future. You only have to look at what is actually happening to the world to figure her predictions are going to be at least partially true… That’s a lot of coincidences even if you don’t believe in Astrology.  I heard she still sniffs glue.      

Auntie Svetty loves you.  Please be careful with yourself and others.