Clash Of The Titans , Over The Aquarian Falls

Hola America, It’s Feroz.

It is now 2:46 a.m. since I made the video , Fabutron’s Hail to the Chief. That Aquarian flow was like Niagara falls strength at Angel’s falls heights. Magnifico, Si.

I’m writing this now, so I can take my time ( I wrote this first long hand before typing) to write and not feel rushed . Today feels like liberation. It feels like I’m living my chart. A Taurus to a Libran balance. My chart is designed like the seesaw. A toy for kids and although I’m 40 in age, I’m 14 at Heart! In spirit eternally Young. The Divine Us.

The meditation for Oct. 9th, 2009 was “ I saw a boat slowly cutting it’s way through a frozen river and at the same moment a friend said,’Love breaks the Ice’”. It is the Day of The Penetrating Gaze.

I have a particular love for Barack. Barack my Brother, I Greet you with a Kiss:

We are intimate , you and I.

I greet you with a kiss.

We, like Reflections with Six degrees of Separation.

Ever closer do we come to merging.

I greet you with a kiss.

My brother of mother Earth’s birthing.

I greet you with a kiss.

A brother of Peace , a brother of love.

I greet you...

Speaking with omniloquence. Flowing with Peace’s eloquence.

Surging, gaining force and Speed.

Warp Speed against Wars antiquated steed.

For War will be obsolete, when he becomes socially unacceptable.

...with a kiss.

A brother Titan with a lightning fist.

I greet you with a kiss.

Who sees thru the heart of War, as though in a mist.

I greet you with a kiss.

In defiance to Wars restless state.

You thru acceptance do abate.

When bravely focused putting forth your heartfelt determined devotion;

are scorned against by that green eyed sloth's emotion.

I could kiss you for the recognition,

for my plight, for my jihad of respect vs. derision.

I greet you with a Kiss

So, I just want you to know,

Fabutron greets you with an Aquarian Flow.

I greet you with a kiss.

Amen.

Of course taking into account swine flu being what it is. That’s what happens when love breaks the Ice. Please sir not closer than 3 ft. Mind if I smoke? The nerves , you know.

I keep thinking what I’d like Fabutron to become, but the Now, is the part that really tickles me. I guess every 14 year old still wants to be tickled. Like every woman.

It’s Sabbath Morn and I’m playing “I’m Every Woman”, catch it Michelle. You too Michelle. Again the Hermit enters the scene as the forgotten one. I speak the words of Michael. Where in the world are you going without the village shaman. Not too far. As he sits.

The Bull (May 14th) is stubborn, so the Lion (Aug. 4th) speaks softly to appease the peace. The Bull rises and trots to the point, Semper Fi. Like a lamb to slaughter. The Apis Moon. The love of the Heart , Faith.

That’s what the Nobel committee bestowed you with, my revered brother Barack, the faith of the free world. As a reverent Boy scout should both have and be worthy of the honor of receiving. As if by second nature. Brother you should be “Looking good and feeling Gorgeous:. That’s what Wonder Woman would say. I can’t help it I’m Gay.

Today Now @ 4:07 a.m. is the Day of Prudent Economy. Prudence is wise/careful conduct. Thrifty, even shrewd in planning ahead. For the sake of Radiance and Rosebud, Ambria, Rashawn, Rey’s two Disney’s Princess’s and Terra’s next generation, I join your vigilance. I am married to your hopes, Mr. Obama.

Life is a series of Serendipitous Transformations. I suppose ultimately ‘til death.The only constant in life is change. It is advised to stay midstream whilst within the stream of Universal change. To know the oscillations of Universal Consciousness.

I skipped a few days ahead up ‘til Kevin’s Birthday. This is a homage to our Silver anniversary of friendship. The Day of Gracious Ease, Oct. 11th speaks,” T.V. is an electronic attempt at telepathy”. Live long and Prosper indeed.

Indeed we are all tied to the Wheel ( Oct. 10th card). It is the Justice, (Oct. 11th card) of the Hanged Man (Oct. 12th). Happy 39th Birthday Kevin, Gen-Xer. Whose chant on the Mali beads is “Inspiration”. As for meditating on the days thought,” What would be the most difficult single thing for YOU to live without?

For God is inspiration to my Jihad of the Soul.

Amen

Feroz

10/10/09

@ 4:50 A.M.

How to Start a Business for a Penny

Today is The Day of The Top Dog. The Sun (Sol) rules this day, great ego. Yet Venus rules Libra, beauty. This could translate many ways however I'll take the balanced approach and Say both this individuals work and their person will be beautiful and beautifully done. I had to start with Astrology as this is the nature of Fabutron.

This blog should really be titled, "How to build a Business with Pennies". Why? Because anyone can Start a business, but not everyone has the tenacity to make it profitable and a legacy. For a man would like to be remembered for his work. His contribution to humanity. So this article like all Fabutrons' blogs, relates to carving, the Business of You. The secret of building a business is the Mastery of Self. For there are many times you must recognize your own flaws and work around them, effectively. Much introspection, "What do you see when you live at the center of the Cyclone?"

In this day and age, no coin is less thought of than the Penny. Walking down one city block, you can stumble across no less than three/ five of them every forty feet. Mostly close to the curb, if not actually in the street. I have watched students clean thier dormroom and leave the pennies lying in the dust on the floor. I have watched the bartistas at Starbuck's smile with glee at customers that really don't want to be burdened by thier own change. But they are the first to ask for something free. Yet these very same folks are loath to pass the change off to a bum on the street without a lecture.

When I walk down my rich New York streets and see a shiney Lincoln smiling up at me, I pick him up and smile right back. "A Penny saved is a Penny earned". As a Negro I'm always grateful when I see a Lincoln, as is Mr. Obama I'm sure. It is Lincoln that begins America's currency system. That honor is fitting for a President that was mindful of the future and all of it's possiblities for Change. Lincoln inspired Obama. And my Brother Barack has inspired me. A flame losses none of it's light by sharing.

A Penny for My thoughts, well here's my two cents: First keep your eyes sharp for those stray Pennies

I have narrowed down building a business into Five not so easy steps.

(1) Astrology is the psychology of the Universe.
Have a product that You believe in. This may be the hardest thing because it would have to be something that represents your Core.
I wrote "The Rooster Cries:Generation X". I don't know why, Nobody Reads these days. But I do. You must have a selling point.

(2) Must always think "Opportunity...Opportunity". Most things you must do for yourself. Like the majority of the Thinking. It's your business, you lay the cornerstone. Think free..free. That's freedom of choice. Remember Freedom is just burdens tossed ahead of the path - Each of us confronts our own truth on our own path (Ptah).

(3) Define...define what you are and what you sell/offer - futures. I am an Artist, be it writer,astrologer,etc. Within that realm I have an Aquarian flow of ideas. Write them down. Ideas like to come to fruition.

(4) Get training. There are plenty of free services for start ups nationwide.
I went to W.I.B.O. (www.wibo.org) There in a Sixteen week free course they will school
you in growing a profitable business. Training is important, it shows you the barriers in place before you are discouraged by them. Invaluable.

"All the Worlds a Stage..."

In honor of Fame which just hit the Theatres Sept. 25th. I thought Shakespear would more fitting for the theme of the final thought.

(5) Wayne's World. You have now created a world, you must be fruitful and multiply. Introduce people into your world. Now that world could be out of your house, garage sale, beautyshop. Or it could be from store front, Starbucks, Fabutron, Subways. Or it could be via outside vendor, selling wares on a street corner. Or it could be on the Internet , Oprah, Fabutron, Google.

Yet no matter the world you must have people. So first you start by having in mind a business name. Then going to the County Clerks Office at your nearest Supreme Court and obtain a Business Certificate for a fee of 10,000 Pennies. See at every opportunity collect those cents. Get it together, think. At this rate you are going to open your business late. Oh , don't put to much pressure on yourself. Any plan takes time to germinate.

Once you have certificate in hand. Check the address. Example: Fabutron , P.O. Box 680, Bronx, New York 10451.

I think P.O. Boxes are sincere. Why because you must have a legitimate address to obtain one. You must keep business and home seperate. You don't mix the tills , you don't mix the beds.

Besides as a start-up you want to take each step slowly, but surely. This is a race between the turtle and the Hare. Speed is not a factor here, accuratcy is. So the fear of being Sole proprietor is comfortable yet scarry. For the world will look upon you with scorn. Spirits agast at the prospect of change. Change in thier pockets, that they are loath to keep, and loath to tithe.

Lend your heart to Faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your product, and faith knowing that No, God is not trying to make a fool of you. http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/

Once you are full of confidence launch your marketing campaign. For example:

Fabutron: is an online financial social networking gaming site based on the medium of Astrology. (elevator pitch)

A thing of the Sixties you say. I say Forty is the New Twenty. The Summer of '09 ('69).

Find out more about Fabutron, The Future of Fortune 500. Read - The Rooster Cries: Generation X (available in Pdf).

Send: $5 (a Lincoln) money order to address above.
Include: Handwritten note about what interests you with astrology. Enter name , email address as a copy of the book will be deposited in your box upon reciept of m.o.

See more about Fabutron on Facebook
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bronx-NY/Fabutron/102652643971?ref=ts

tweet me as well: www.Twitter.com/fabutron69

Your heart will guide you in the direction of your marketing campaign. Just remember if you had to sell it, would they buy it from You.

Be positive and pray. No you may not make millions, but was that really the point.

Wayne's World - The Day of The Modern Irrepressible

"We are at once the same - and Worlds apart "

As an Artist, that artform being written. I am at times at the mercy of the audience at large. The audience believes that the material is actually produced for them. In fact they are right. If they understand that the true audience is really an audience of One. If that is understood that the audience is actually the Creator and the Artist at play. Then those that peek in at a glance must throw away thier ego and emerse themselves into the One's of it all. The World of Wayne and his choice of colors. His atmosphere.

Mercury's retrograde period is waning in this Month of Earthly Balance. So I will take time to try to compress Forty years of my thinking into hopefully something coherent for those not in the dance of the Soloist.

First I must mention that which I draw inspiration, " The Secret Language of Birthdays ". It's a big book you can get it at Barnes & Nobles for about $40. Eeek, $40 some of you bawk. Well that just goes to show you that you are not an Astologist. I am so I gladly bought the book.

The title is the day of my birthday, May 14th. The mediation for the day reads, "study the Past,live the Present,prepare for the Future". As a precient I have to be continously mindful of these things. I tend to be slightly out of phase with the times and not always in step with the cultural mind space. Thus my having to Divine the portent of my content for those less inclined to do so. That's ok at this age believe me it's Not the first time that I've had to Explain myself. It's tiring but not unique. In fact it's rather rote.

Today the 26th of September is the Day of Patient Practice. How ironic. But even moreso is the meditation, "Our revered teachers can bite, too". When I first read the meditation it was lost on me. Yet as I write this blog it becomes fully clear. Basicallly it says,"Wayne don't bite thier heads off if They don't understand you. All things take time." So in taking heed from the God Thoth that guide my thumbs across the screen of this iPod that I'm typing on. I will be patient with my audience at large. I won't tuck my head in the shell.

I was watching "The Soloist", starring Jamie Foxx and Ironman. Question: When did white boys start to look sexy? Downey the grey was attractive, papa. Anywho... The moral of that story was there's an unspoken gift within the dignity of loyalty in friendship. True Friendship is Eternal. Amen... because a moment can last a lifetime, amen.

I am a Slave to Ritual. As a Taurus I love routine. It speaks of order. A routine is a pace. And a pace like a space or a blog has a rythm. It can not be disrupted. Yet it often is and one must now where he's tuned into to get that rythm back. That rythm is your own time and space. There's nothing better than your stuff.

So when I blog , you are now sharing that moment. What were you doing at 1:02 in the morning of the 27th of
September 2009, The Day of The Ambiguous Hero. I was writing. Dreaming,scheming,plotting and working towards my Castle in the Sky. Trible : The aryan boy took the elevator to the roof of his building. And walked out to the forest of Native America when Mahattan was Young, The Year 2169. The Generation of the Pheonix. ( something I'm working on).

Oh by the way if you haven't been aquaited with this man, GianCarlo Zema http://www.giancarlozema.com/. Then I suggest that you do become aquainted with him. He and I will be Chums.

My freestyle my throw you, A Navajo blanket traditionally contains an imperfection. But just like a Madea you'll grow to love it, as much as I do. Afterall babe I've got Moxie. That's a particular type of flavor. A bit esoteric.

Now I'm at an impasse... Should I say more ? ... Or have I addressed the overall tone...?

To my Big Sister Missy , Happy Birthday

On this day of unpredictable fate my sister Michelle was born some 46 years ago. As I'm meditating on the thought of "Thinking and Speaking are powerful predictive actions". A motto that I have to take to heart tomorrow Labor Day '09. Introducing the Obama Buck, which is an investment idea to attract supportors, investors of Fabutron. Which brings to mind Alexia Vanek... but I am diverging. So in building this business of Fabutron and working at Regal with my big sister Michelle. I'm appreciating my Virgo sisters efficiency again. It inspires the meticulous side of Taurus, spurring me to take the leap of faith to set up a table tomorrow and Push my book.

I have to admit of being very people shy. I don't like being on public radar. But I do like to be myself, truthful, honest, playful, wicked in repartee, and daring. But my nature is one of Temperance, peaceful. It's that sense of peace that I get being around sister. I hate working at that movie theatre on Court Street. Mostly because it is in doors. I secretly go out on the roof sometimes just to "breathe". The majority of the staff there are young. Makes me feel old sometimes, but thankfully wiser. Although there are a few Gay youth there, I am loath to being outed. It's really not important. What's important is that my sister is there to have my back. So I can slck at times and not have to worry.

I don't like working for other people. I adhere to a different clock. Where the time doesn't tick steady. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it pauses, it races at times and one day it'll stop. But it's never steady. It's becoming a bit less erratic these days , where it seems to have a measured stroke but the blasted job keeps interferring. Except for today when mercury retrograded. I remembered that when I was falling asleep. Today I was rewarded with a day off, unexpected. Thank you FATHER ! Amen.

Thinking and Speaking are powerfully predictive actions indeed. There are no coincidents. I'm relaxing toting my Cancer and writing, doing what I love to do. My job in life is to Make A Piont. Literally and Figuretively. In between I just happen to put words, to break up the monotony of just ........ See. Point made !

That's the girl in me. My sister Michelle. Efficient, self-involved, repressed, overstressed energetic advanced perfectionist that I am. It's fucking exhausting. That feminine energy can wear a man out. Do you know how hungry I am at this moment and have wait until I finish writing before I can cook something. My mamas not here there's no one to serve me. My wife isn't even here. There's nothing prepared in the Frig. Fuck it i'll survive on the cannabis, my pen and my dream. Creation requires sacrifice. God here lies another starving Artist, prepare the feast I'm coming home. Amen.

My sister still looks like she should be carded at 46. I see I'm going to have to keep my bill to Ms. Oil of O'Lay current if a girl wants to keep up with ol sis. Oh fuck it I'll just smoke the cannabis. Dreaming of Gian Carlo Zemas Jellyfish 45 in the waters of Detriot. Forming a new Canadian American effort. A city in the lake that borders the two countries. Making the largest ice skating ring. Take speed skating to a new level I think. Stunts!!

Bring a little of The Med into our own backyard. Possibly with a nuclear facility far below ground. Energy we in the west are now collectively smart enough to uderstand responsibly. It's sound and proven technology that you can learn at DeVry. We need solutions , wouldn't be something to take the elevator to you building up to the roof and step out onto a new Earth. Teeming with life. Wild horses , wild buffalos, Eagles and Falcons soaring strong through the skies. Deer as large as Cadilacs. Back to the times of the Druids. Trees , Trees larger than the Twins, Treez Joyce.

Bond metal with wood and create trees larger than life. She touches the sappling and a sequoia is birthed. Perhaps then is when Angels will be born.

The Fabutron Initiative

On May 14th, 2009 the Fabutron Initiative was Go. Fabutron has been in it's gestation since 2003, when I first saw the Jellyfish  home that was created by architect GianCarlo Zema. I  at that time started to think about the acquisition  on the home by a creating  social networking gaming site that was based on the medium of astrology. A social networking site that allows the users to both learn about themselves and others. Interaction both online and offline. Allowing Fabutron to become truly a site of Social Networking, generation to generation. 

The Initiative is about You. The Initiation of one's own personal enlightenment, a sense of evolution, growth. To find that "which is hidden",  to unearth the jewel. We have been on a road as a nation , as a people to chase that "Black Money" in the hopes of fulfillment and happiness. 

We have been sorely disappointed in either the attempt or more ironically in the achievement of those divinely hollow aspirations. Moving further and further away from our true calling of the spirit within. The spirit that aligns us with our divine purpose, whether or not God is the focus. Living an  unauthentic life, artificial, plastic. removing us from the divine ground. 

We as first world citizens find ourselves besieged with hordes of useless information, and making policy from it. Removing ourselves from family, community, lying in fogged isolation, hands searching for some guidepost to the forthright. Sometimes individually, most times co dependently. Praying for a crisp dawn. Well the dawn has come. 

"It takes a brave Soul to volunteer and become the light" (W.C.M)

We have entered into the dawning of the cusp of Aquarius. An age of fulfillment,enlightenment, courage, faith, hope and rebirth. It will take a brave soul to take the first steps to move out of our own comfort of adolescence to the road to maturity. Individually, nationally and globally. 

I speak this because I have lived this. I am the CEO of Fabutron. The Sage of the game. I too tried to walk the path offered, laid out, expected. I too was looking for the fabulous future of money, prosperity, happiness and the ideal American Dream. I too was miseducated in the philosophy set before me. I too became disillusioned and bitter at my own failure and the one's that set me up for it. I too scoffed at the American Dream, in derision to my myopic future. Yet faith never failed me. 

In 2005, I lost my livelihood and was forced to rethink my accomplishments andopportunities. It was through the opportunity of getting my chart read by an Astrologer that I discovered the hidden talent that I had for the written word. Writing a love that I took for granted for many years. A love that culminated in the writing of my first book, 

" The Rooster Cries : Generation X ". 

A love that lead to fulfillment, peace and happiness. All out of an act of faith. Faith in the divine and a renewed faith of self. Amen. 

At the tender age of 36, I found peace and happiness. No money, (I was subsisting on SSD) but a fortune in blessings and opportunity unbound. This treasure trove was all housed within the realms of my imagination. I believe it was Einstein that said, "Imagination is stronger than knowledge".  The dreamer has awoken. 

It is our task to awaken. Awaken to Universal Consciousness (the symbol above). Awaken to our higher selves, our higher calling. Casting aside keeping up with the Jones', to appreciate our own musings, our own garden. We don't have to touch the stars. We just have to take the step towards the next plateau, to breathe air anew. 

This is the purpose of the Fabutron Initiative. A platform to freely be and explore. To seek out new lives to boldly go where no one has gone before. Love and Unity (13) the reemergence of the spirit of the Flower children. Aquarius, let the Sun shine in. "Tear down that Bitch of a bearing wall, and put a window where it aught to be".  

"Where's there's a Will, there's a Wayne" 

Platoon 2051 

July 12th, 1988

Parris Island Marine

I Never did get that NCO Sword ! 

Sempre Fi ! 

Divining the portent of history

In this the Year of the Ox, we in the U.S. have made a benchmark, in the course of history, by electing and witnessing the first President of color to sit as C.E.O. at the round table of this United States. A quick shout out to my fellow Gen-Xer, Barack, one love. The writing was on the wall at that pivotal point in history, November 4th, 2008, where we as Americans took "The Road Less Traveled". A testiment to this the Cusp of the Age of Aquarius.

I will try to rein my Uranian nature of the Pheadrus within, for the sake of brevity. I will try to speak in prose for the common, in deference to my penchant for the poetic. So as not to lose the audience, remembering that "You can't Read" , no shade.

11:14 pm, Friday, June 12, 2009.
Event : The Subway Series

It's the ninth inning, A-Rod's at bat. Here's the pitch. He hits, it's a flyball to right center. the Met in me watches with baited breath as my fellow Met is about to catch the ball. I was born in 1969, when the Mets won the Pennant. When the Mets won again in 1986, I had just graduated from high school. Now on my 40th year on Terra, two score of survival. I'm about to see history again. It's the Mets vs. the Yankees, there are all sorts of ramifications to this Game.
He runs after the ball to position himself for the catch. It's a flyball, do you KNOW how many times we practice This scenerio. The glove goes up and he catches it. Then the divine folly, Castillo drops the ball, Jeter scores. Mets fans across the Nation are sorely dissappointed. Thank God for the Dtv transition. The tube is now off !
Time to go to bed, perhaps I'll wake up to discover it was all a dream. Oops, no it wasn't ... Bastard.
"Oye, Castillo, madicon, que pasa con tigo". How friggin Mortal are you. History was calling Your name and You dropped the Ball , literally. What were you doing daydreaming? Aunt Clara would have caught that ball, and she's legendary for fumbling. You evidently did not divine, the divine, in the Divine Us. When history calls out your name, when the Fates have wailed thier song, You break your neck to live up to the demand or die doing, there is no trying.
When the President tells the Marine to take the beach, there is no trying, that is the Mission. Remember Omaha.
"We (Mets Fans) bare you no fault Castillo, we're just sorely dissappointed"

The moral of the story, "Stand Up and be counted". There is great honor in "the call to duty". You must know when that clarion call is ringing in your ears and not to be afraid. This is the great lesson, light a blunt to calm your nerves if you must. I say this on the Sabbath day (6/13/2009), a testament to faith. In these times of ethical recession, where kids want to grow up too fast, but not to bear the load. Forgetting that Freedom is not free. "Don't drop the ball".

When the Guardian Of Divinity, calls out your name, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Jesus, Don't drop the ball.
i call the name of Muhammed, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Buddha, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Booker T., Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Ali , Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of M.L. King, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of B.H. Obama, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Mahon (Man), Don't drop the ball.
and I'm calling upon YOU, Don't drop the ball... Amen.

I am Feroz, and THIS is the Fabutron Initiative.