Studying the life of JFK is a revelation because he was such an awakened person. Everything he did, everything he wrote, every picture he took, every relationship he had resonated in all directions of time because of his utter authenticity.
It’s thrilling to contemplate such a master in the middle of the 20th century’s long twilight struggle, year in and year out. President Kennedy was flawed all right, but so is everyone else. He was pretty wonderful though.
I saw Gil Friedman before I left for Massachusetts. I needed him to notarize some things. He is from Brooklyn, obnoxious and you can’t interest him in anything. I did get him to loosen up a little, but not much. He handed me a book he’d written and I opened it up and read aloud a paragraph about the health of a man’s wife being an accurate reflection of the man. I asked him how his wife was and he said they weren’t together anymore.
I said I consider marriage for life, so if she’s happy that would reflect well on him. He apologized for giving me the bum rush.
He pointed to a shelf of books he’d written. They were all sort 1980s-looking. The writing suggested Leo Buscaglia, Louise Hay, and Hugh Prather had conjured a Jewish mystic from South Brooklyn to write about ideas rejected from their published works.
I learned my life is an open book from the way significant people in my life have names with coincidental meaning. An example would be the time I was arrested for running the Bay to Breaker naked, in 1993, and was defended by a lawyer named Will Stripp. I stepped in a mire of sorrow when I married Mr. Myers. And so on.
This relates to JFK a little bit because his best friend’s name was Powers. Dave Powers has a room named after him on the fifth floor of the Constitution Inn in Charlestown, where I slept last weekend, and drank coffee, and didn’t once turn on the television. I bought bananas and apples from the 7/11 nearby. The first morning I was there, Sunday, I wandered for blocks, through the USS Constitution Museum, pausing to ask directions here and there, for almost four hours before I found the Style Cafe and a quadruple Americano.
It was almost bedtime by then and fortunately I had no engagements all day. But before I went anywhere I took the elevator down one floor and opened the door of the Dave Powers room, and took some video, and took in this roomful of tribute to President Kennedy’s best friend, witness to his murder and keeper of his legacy until his death in 1998.
Dave Powers was a man whom Kennedy trusted and loved, for whatever reasons. He was a little older and perhaps took the place of Kennedy’s older brother Joe, recently deceased when Powers met Kennedy in 1946 at the start of JFK’s first congressional run. A keen researcher with the intuition of an independent journalist, John F. Kennedy took a liking to Dave Powers because he derived great power from him.
It’s pretty easy to see the power when you look at a composite astrological birth chart for them. I couldn’t find out what time Dave Powers was born so the accuracy is not great, but the planetary and asteroid line-ups are significant. Kennedy’s Mercury, for example, flanked by Mars and Jupiter, conjuncts Powers’s Saturn around 27 Aries, where Mars rules.
Powers’s natal Mars is a little more than a degree from Sirius in the Duat, the Gate of Man, in Gemini, exactly conjunct Kennedy’s south node, or Ketu. The nodes of the moon are sometimes called mysterious, but I think they are more indescribable than mysterious. Their influence is unmistakable once you experience it. It feels like Saturn, only more immediate, an instant karma vibe, with the South Node being the negative aspect of Saturn and the North Node being the positive aspect of Saturn. Turning on a positive attitude, which Kennedy did, one can see enjoyment being derived from being disciplined by a kindred spirit with a common purpose in a vocation they both enjoyed: politics.
There’s a reason I’m relegated to a blog: I’m playing a long game. It’s so long nothing I do matters, so I might as well blog.
Since I’ve survived a life partner and am trundling toward completion of a Uranus cycle (whether or not I’m equal to it), I have to presume another 28 years of diligent output on this planet, and there is one thing older people have that they can claim no matter what young people say, and that is confidence.
Power gives a person confidence, and Dave Powers gave Kennedy supreme confidence. I am the beneficiary of some of that confidence. The value in being true to your inner unfolding is the reward of purpose. The value of purpose is the reward of story. Humans evolve through story. We are writing it now.