VERNAL EQUINOX 2026
🌍 Vernal Equinox — A Position in the Flow
Berlin, March 20, 2026
Today, the Earth reaches a point where day and night stand nearly equal.
The Sun crosses the celestial equator.
Light and darkness share the sky without argument.
No nation owns this moment.
No ideology bends it.
The Earth simply turns.
My Position
In Berlin it is 18:20, looking South out my window across the birch tree that has become my reference point.
I have watched the Sun move along its path, day by day, season by season.
Today, it passes not just across the sky—
but through my awareness.
From the Beginning to Now
We know, scientifically, that a very small imbalance in the early universe allowed everything that followed:
stars,
carbon,
planets,
oxygen,
life,
and finally Homo sapiens.
That slight difference—barely measurable—made structure possible.
Cosmic Background temperature differential reflected the quantum variables that preceded and was 1 part in 100,000 parts. .ooo1 DELTA T. … KELVIN
And now I stand here, breathing Oxygen, looking out at a tree.
Equality Without Agreement
On this day, every human being on Earth receives nearly the same measure of light and darkness.
There are no borders in sunrise.
No politics in the path of the Sun.
For a moment, the Earth demonstrates something HOMO sapiens have not yet learned, to organize ourselves around:
**balance.**My Own Crossings
I have crossed oceans in ships and aircraft,I
felt the Flow through the controls,
learned what it means to move lightly within forces larger than myself.
And I have also been stopped—suddenly—when my leg was shattered in an accident,
and my movement across the world came to an end.
That, too, was an equinox.
Motion on one side.
Stillness on the other.
The Orders and the Ocean
I served aboard the USS Engage, crossing the Pacific.
This was 1962.
The waters off North Vietnam were already tense, though the full war had not yet unfolded.
While we were there, fast boats made high-speed runs toward us.
I was not on the bridge at the time, but the officers who were—Lt. J.G. Ingram and Lt. Commander L. E.Zook —had long experience at sea. Zook had been a Chief Petty Officer Sgnalman before becoming an officer. He had served on four cruisers sunk in the Pacific and was one of ten who survived the sinking of the USS Juneau.
Their judgment was clear:
those boats did not present a real threat.
They approached at speed, yes—
but did not attack.
Out where we were, it was an encounter.
Close, tense—but not combat.
Events at sea become reports.
Reports become conclusions.
Conclusions become decisions.
And decisions move history.
Wake Island — The Flow of a War
In November of 1963 I was a student on a training flight in a C-130 aircraft at Seward AFB in Tennessee, when JFK was murdered in Dallas.
The NS Documents were changed to give the EXECUTIVE more power over when and where we go to WAR, then we had Johnston and now we have Trump. Many presidents have used this EXECUTIVE POWER and we have militarized the police and are experts at crowd survaillance and facial and license recordings.
I had been on a ready reserve crew at VR-3 when President Lyndon Johnson made his Vietnam speech.
I packed a bag expecting a long journey.
From the sea on the Engage, I later found myself on Wake Island.
It was not a battle.
It was something quieter—and in its own way, more powerful.
And then I was inside it.
Not reading about it.
For three days I watched the flow while waiting for an Oxygen bottle Pressure regulating valve to arrive so we could continue west.
Aircraft landed,
refueled,
and departed—moving steadily west.
Wave after wave.
There was no confusion in it.
No hesitation.
Just continuity.
Not analyzing it.
Standing there, watching a plan unfold through motion.
Fuel,
metal,
people,
orders—
all moving in one direction.
Once set in motion, the system does not question itself.
It moves.
There was no confusion about what we were doing.
In the C-130, we delivered new soldiers into Vietnam—into bases like Tan Son Nhut.
They came aboard our aircraft alive.
We flew them in, and they got off the airplane.
Then, on the same aircraft, we were loaded with body bags to take back.
Seventy-six on one flight.
I was twenty-nine years old.
That was not theory.
That was the system.
The 130’s carried me to the Shah’s IRAN, provided by a CIA coup to get rid of the elected leader who had NATIONALIZED “Britain’s” oil.
We flew to US bases and CIA outposts in North Africa and Turkey and Greece and Cairo.
I windmill started my C-130 at 4 airports to continue my flight to Cairo, and there, I told the Air Force we had a bad starter and they grounded the aircraft in Cairo and we had to wait for a replacement starter.
So, we got a layover in Nasser’s CAIRO in 1966.
It took us 3 hours to get off the airport but we got to see the Sphinx and the Pyramids.
Pan Am — Across the Divides
Later, I flew for Pan Am.
As an Instructor Aircraft Commander I taught my students to become aircraft commanders in C-130 aircraft, not simulators. I did a lot of that work at Atlantic City.
So, when I got to Pan Am, they told me I could earn more money in the beginning as a Flight Engineer and I was already an experienced international pilot and the Airline Pilot’s Association would protect our flying rights, which they did NOT do with the merger of National.
So, in 1967 I was sent to SFO to be trained as a Flight Engineer on 707 aircraft, and through a friend at VR-3, I got introduced to the Psychedelic rock crowd doing light shows at the Filmore. There, the Hell’s Angels were providing security and Owsley’s SUNSHINE acid laced the punch. I traveled on that road for many years SEARCHING.
The Pan Am routes carried us across a divided world—
into Europe,
into Africa,
and into places where systems of power were visible in everyday life.
In Berlin, we flew within the corridors—narrow paths through controlled airspace, defined by agreement, watched by radar, and respected because they had to be. We flew over Fulda 12 times a day on our way to Frankfurt.Nobody asked us about the Russian tanks Nixon was talking about.
On the ground, the division was just as real.
There were walls,
checkpoints,
and entire populations living under different rules depending on which side they stood.
I flew into countries behind what was called the Iron Curtain.
In some places, you could feel the presence of the state everywhere—
in the streets,
in the hotels,
in the eyes of people who were careful about what they said.
I saw how power organizes itself—
not just in war,
but in daily life.
I was not outside these systems.
I was flying through them.
Buenos Aires — The Mothers
In Buenos Aires, I became aware of the mothers.
Women who gathered, again and again, asking a simple question:
Where are our children?
They walked in public spaces,
wearing white scarves,
holding photographs,
refusing to let disappearance become silence.
They were not armed.
They were not in command of anything.
But they remained.
In a world organized by power,
they stood for memory.
Athens, 1973
I was living in Kolonaki when the students occupied the Polytechnic.
I heard their broadcast on my radio.
They spoke directly to the people— telling that Junta members had Swiss bank accounts getting filled with money.
and to the soldiers.- they were saying that the soldiers in the tanks were Greeks. They said they would not fire on their own.
Then I heard the gunfire
I heard it through the radio.
And I heard it through my window.
All this came about through the post war election to return the King to Greece. The civil war and the rise pf the Junta all came from the abuses of England and America to the Greek people.
In that moment, something became clear:
Homo sapiens can know the truth—
and still act against it.
The Imbalance
We have built nations, systems, and structures of power that do not reflect the balance we are part of.
War,
control,
abuse,
decisions imposed by force—
these are not expressions of the Earth’s order.
They are our own constructions.
The Flow
There is something else I have felt—
at sea,
in flight,
in music,
in the quiet movement of light across a tree.
A Flow that does not argue.
A Flow that does not impose.
It moves, and if you are attentive, you can move with it.
The Question
If the universe can hold balance,
if the Earth can demonstrate it twice each year without effort—
what prevents us from doing the same?
The Sun continues.
The Earth turns.
The light moves past the birch.
And I remain here—
aware that I am part of it.