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2011’s SuperMoon Danger — What’s In Your Future?

Welcome to springtime! If you’re reading this, odds are you’ve survived 2011’s SuperMoon disaster scenarios…

New Spring Resolutions:
With the dawning of this Season of Rebirth, we hope for no more killer earthquakes, typhoons, tsunamis & melt-downs in the Pacific Ring of Fire, no more Mt. St. Helen’s-like volcanoes blasting Hawaii or Yellowstone, no more dervish-like forest fires charring California to its very shores, no more 16-foot snowdrifts encrusting Ireland, no more Chernobyls x-raying Russia…

We hope & pray that the seeds we humans collectively plant with our consciousness this Supermoon springtime, grow better results than the man-made disaster that evolved right before the last SuperMoon of March 6, 1993:

On February 26, 1993, the first World Trade Center bombing from explosives packed into a van parked below the North Tower killed 6 and injured over 1,000 innocent people. Days later, now-convicted co-conspirator Mohammad A. Salameh was taken into custody.

This cowardly act of terrorism seemed almost destined to not fail, or was it perhaps forced into reality by the corruptive current of some of America’s own long-term actions?

Consider that the van driver, Salameh, failed his driving test four times! In the two months before their insane deed, he had two serious driving accidents–including one a month before that put him in the hospital in New Jersey! Yet with all their clown-like incompetence, their vicious scheme succeeded.

How was this possible? As a psychically aware Spiritualist minister, I know all things are known by God. Clearly we all reap what we sow sooner or later, in some form, both the bad and the good. Whoever finds this fact controversial is too busy trying to defend his own behavior rather than observe, admit and change it.

As we know, 1993’s bombing was just the warm-up for the horrific 2001 WTC slaughter, as well as USA’s response with its seemingly endless oil wars, and the so-called Patriot Act grab of American’s natural human rights.

Looking in retrospect, how much of this 1993 atrocity was spawned by USA’s unfortunate meddling in the Middle East since before the despotic Shah of Iran was installed on the Peacock Throne? At what fearful cost–both in dollars and in human lives–have we Americans really propped up the oil, gas & nuclear industries–including with our massive insane military ventures & tinpot ruler-making in the Middle East?

Was the 2001 WTC bombing destined to happen at the time of the Supermoon in 1993?

Were the invasions of Iraq & Afghanistan destined to happen as result of the terrorists’ crimes against humanity at the WTC in 2001?

What might be “destined” to happen as a result–as a harvest–of the seeds we’re planting at our current level of consciousness? What direction are we as a nation and as a supposed world leader, headed?

Are we willing to honestly see, debate, and if necessary correct, the possible threads of our actions and results from times of the last Supermoon in 1993, through now–until the next one Supermoon rises on November 14, 2016?

What deeds–what seeds and their harvests–will we look back on that autumn evening? Will we feel regret? Gladness? Confident understanding of a better path?

May this 2011 Spring Supermoon bring revolutionary goodness for the whole world, and for you.


Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011

When a Poem About Loss Is Like a Song You Can’t Forget

If you’ve ever been alone,
more alone than
only one

Like a bird without a feather
or a moon without a sun

If you’ve ever been forsaken
by the memories in your heart

Let ’em go, let ’em die
fly away and
make your start.

You gotta love
cuz you love
lovin’
your own love

Like the free breeze
and the blue skies
love the wings
of the dove.

Like an eagle
you can see
how to soar above
your pains

Be that white dove
bathed in light
learn to sing
your song again.


Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011

The Past Is Dead. Your Soul Is Waking Up.

Message from Your Spiritual Teachers:

“No more time to waste.

No more hibernation time for you!

Taste the season’s change–don’t miss your chance to become more alive, for awhile, in human flesh.

You have slept in confusion for too long.

Mated with uncertainty.

Coupled with cruelty.

Made yourselves vulnerable to the lowest–but imagined this to be sympathy.

Reduced yourselves to the lowest common denominator of behavior–but justified this as submitting to your unkind “fates”.

How many cold centuries have you rattled your chains in your sleep? Sadly–angrily–tearfully waiting?

While endlessly “paying for your sins”? “Cleansing your bad karma”? Exploring the worst of the worst, for a frozen season?

But this morning feels different:

You sense fresh awakening.

That unmistakable scent of spring–awaited so long, it seemed like only a prayer– tickles your drowsy soul.

Quickens your pulse.

Alerts your mind to abandon winter’s old dreams.

It grows clear:

Your long hoped-for, long-prophesied time draws near:

That special time for you to wake up. Rise up. Scrub yourselves clean and release the last cobwebs of darkness.

What do you choose?

More subservience to the pains of the past?

So tedious.

More of your time-honored belief that you can’t wake up? Don’t deserve to wake up? Don’t know how to wake up?

So wasteful. So dull.

Please, please, release the past.

Because haven’t you completely run out of excuses?

Springtime starts to call you again. Springtime starts to sing like the first robin chirping at winter’s death.

Don’t you hear that sweet melody? Can’t you feel your bones thaw?

A special crispness fills the air. It’s the crispness of new hope.

It’s the tingle of new birth.

It’s your new possibilities.

You have only one choice before you:

Stay afraid, roll over, and pretend to sleep–though every cell in your body begs you to wake up?

Or crawl to the edge of your cave door? Rub the last sleep from your eyes? Welcome the new sunlight? Explore your new-born season?”

Fortune favors the bold.

A new springtime of happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011