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My Barbarian, My Barometer – McDonald’s: A Spiritual Shift with Smoothies + Salads in the Sky

11 Jun

Looking upwards into the sky, I see green and purple.

McDonald’s: my barbarian, and my barometer. McDonald’s. The more the berrier.

Think we’re just on our way to heaven on earth.

The more the berrier, ’tis true. The other day I was at the dog park. Some hipster gal was running after her dog – said Goji, goji, come here, Goji!

She straight-up named her dog after that berry. Cutest sign of the times; chasing after those free radicals.

And it is quite merry that McDonald’s is selling smoothies. This means that the Apocalypse has already happened, and we’re all going to be awesome and optimal at $2.99.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand dare sieze the fire? – W.Blake

So skyward, I see Salad and I see Smoothies. Green and purple. Green and purple, like a bruise, something McDonald’s is known for, behind the scenes that is. Bruised flesh carnations on a bun.

Now something else, flowering. Very real. Of course they are jumping in on the green parade. Of course they are going to make dough with the greens. But I think something other, something gorgeous is going on.

There is energy in fruits and berries, God-given, high vibration. If McDonalds is linking arms with this thread, it does not matter if the greens and berries are organic or not. The connection, the linkage, the amount of people reached with messaging coming out of old McDonald’s mouth, McDonald’s speaking in a tongue touched by nature’s jewels and leaves, this particular reach is as massive and impactful as a man who is African-American in the white house. Massive shifts. This movement in itself is organic, meaning – it has come at a time when other things are moving their plates around as well.

Looking upwards. We’ve seen kaleidoscope slivers, half moons, refracted and reflected sun, solar eclipse, we’ve seen Venus passing in front of the sun, I mean Julie handed me those goggles and I actually saw with my two eyes the planet Venus, and more and more we’ve been looking skyward, the masses born again in 2010 with Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love, sealed with a digitally distributed kiss by Julia Roberts. Julia Roberts who for some reason I get confused with Cindy Crawford, her, yeah she’s the one whose got that Marilyn mole – yes her mole looks about the size of the planet Venus.

Eat Pray Love. It’s all up there on the McDonald’s billboard. Such a far cry India, from the consciousness in Pretty Woman. It’s quite a trajectory. Beef to salad, Pretty Woman to Eat Pray Love, people you never knew knew God are talking about God on Facebook. And we’re all experiencing some sort of telepathy – this is what texting is preparing us for. But more on that later.

This is a shadow of the solar eclypse.

The Venus transit kindof looks like Cindy Crawford’s mole.

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