Holiday Gratitude, Capricorn Harbaugh Shines And Cancer Push Back On Pluto In Cap

Capricorn Harbaugh climbs to the top

Don’t have a ton of time to launch an epic post, but I do want to pen a few thoughts before another day passes by. The first being that I want to give thanks to everyone who has supported me and my various sites throughout the year. I could not do what I do without the forest for this tree. Hell, I’ll even throw in some thanks for the maggots and the worms, since they’re gnawing away at the detritus of our culture. Also, big ups to the ever-widening gyre of accumulated awareness that gains greater traction and depth with each breath we take. Our souls are velcro to the universe of love.

Yesterday was Jim Harbaugh’s birthday. We call him “Hardballs” over on the Niner forum. The first year coach with a stellium in Capricorn; Sun/Merc/Venus/Mars, I’m getting a ringside seat of witnessing the grit and determination of getting the job done and climbing, step-by-step to the top.

Harbaugh took over a moribund team which had not had a winning season in over 7 years. The previous coaches were foolish, arrogant and overmatched–not ready for the rigors of the NFL. Harbaugh came in with absolute conviction and faith. Also, like a good Cap, he surrounded himself with excellent coaches. The result is that the Niners are 11-3 and in the playoffs for the first time in 8 years. He’s not the friendliest or diplomatic of coaches (leave that to his brother John, his exact cardinal square in Libra). Harbaugh can be gruff and suffers no fools, especially if they have press written across their chest. But like the great generals of history, his players have a fierce loyalty for him and he for them.

One of the things that I love about Harbaugh is that he doesn’t throw anyone under the bus. His players, even ones that suck are never tried in the court of public opinion. Its like he’s already at the top of the mountain, reaching out and raising up. Can he be an arrogant prick? Just ask his closest rival, Seahawks coach, Pete Carroll, who Harbaugh plays today. They’re almost mirrors of one another. Carroll is a Taurus and they are both really entrenched in a tribal culture. If we want to witness a positive manifestation of Capricorn, Jim Harbaugh gets my vote. And now for the antipode.


If you want something to put a little smile on your face for the holidays, have a look at this video. Its an excerpt from the Santa Cruz city council’s hearing on PG&E, Smart Meters and replacing them with analog meters. If you’re not hip to the smart meter trip, get there fast. California is on the frontlines of it. I’ve had Joshua Hart of Stop Smart Meters.Org on my show twice and his tireless advocacy to keep smart meters out of our homes seems to be gaining some traction.

In this video, you’ll see PG&E’s certified android repeating over and over again that there are “safety” issues with replacing smart meters with the old analog ones, that worked just fine before. Two families were experiencing health issues with their smart meters and replaced them. PG&E shut their power down and would not restore it until the PUC ruled on replacing them. That could take 60-90 days. The Santa Cruz City Council filleted the PG&E bot.

Here we see Cancer (home) pushing back on the borg-like consciousness of smart metering and corporate steamrolling. No one ever asked us if we wanted the smart meters. No real health tests had ever been carried out to determine the short and long term effects of them. This video at the very least, shows that humans are still alive and well on the eve of 2012.

Equine Magic With Linda Kohanov, Spielberg’s War Horse, Happy Trails Sag

Equinenomics 101

As the last rays of the Sagittarian Sun dissolve and bleed into Capricorn, it seems timely to post last weeks interview with Linda Kohanov, founder of Eponaquest and author of “The Tao Of Equus” a groundbreaking work on the relationship between humans and horses. Along with the best selling “Tao” Linda has also authored “Riding Between Worlds” and “The Way Of The Horse.” Next fall, her fourth book on equine magic, “The Power Of The Herd” will be published across all formats.

I decided to reach out to Linda and have her on in the aftermath of Interior Secretary, Ken Salazar’s decision to lift the ban on killing horses in the wild and allowing slaughterhouses to once again, kill, butcher and pack horse meat for human and animal consumption. This was initiated under the sign of The Centaur. Linda’s concern is that it opens the gates to raising horses like cattle and destroys their literal and symbolic nature.

On 12/25, Stephen Spielberg releases, “War Horse.” It is based on the novel of the same name by Michael Morpungo, who heard the tales of soldiers from Devon who fought in WWI. In his research, Morpungo estimated that ten million horses died during the war, both in battle and slaughtered for their meat.

As Russia and the US swing their intercontinental ballistic flaming phalluses across the forbidden interzone of the missile shield, is “Warhorse” a symbolic precursor for something more ominous, such as Albert Pike’s lurid vision of a Third World War?

The horse (Sag) has taken us to the foot of the mountain. As the Capricorn Sun awaits us, its one foot in front of another as we ascend.

Here is Linda and I from last Friday’s Farcast.

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Fading Sag Sun, A Shot Of Vision, Re-definition Of Faith in Neptune/Chiron in Pisces and MuteMath’s Brilliant Odd Soul

The odds are about to even out

Sometimes light pours through the smallest of cracks during the darkest time of the year. This is the celestial season of the winter solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, where in our darkest hour the light begins to seep back into our awareness and linear time with incremental advance. Most times its too subtle to tell, but it is there, gradual, second by-second, minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour, day-by-day. Soon, we are swimming in the (lux)ury of radiance and the dimmest of days are behind us.

In my last post, it might have seemed that these are days to be gotten through and endured. Make no mistake, I think our greatest challenges lie ahead, some sort of reckoning lurching towards us in the season of night. Something Titanic (To be re-released in April of 2012 in 3D).

What is the most audacious act of social, civil and religious disobedience you could ever partake in? Is it squatting on the outskirts of Lloyd Blankfein’s summer estate? I’ll tell you what it is; It is loving one another. It is acting as though the person in front of you is the most sacred being on the planet. Its listening with full intent while another speaks. Its seeing through the steely wool gauze of chemicals and metals in our sky and realizing that we are flying through space, wheeling amongst stars at incredible speeds, voyagers on a breathtaking cosmic journey. It is knowing deep in your heart what is right and wrong and living from the conviction of that place; unimpeachable congruence as an agency of wisdom and truth. Its honoring and standing up for those that can’t. Its seeing the divine in the most wretched and despised of our species, yes, for even the smallest spark dwells therein. To affirm and decree this is the most outrageous and courageous stance you can take. Its affirming that you are alive and have been given the chance to test yourself against the crushing gravity of these times.

Before the Sun shifts from Sag to Cap on the solstice, we can tap into the exuberance and optimism that is the beneficent font which flows ceaselessly from the archer of vision and insight. When the Sun shifts, a sober, saturnine appropriation of our affairs and the world shifts with it. The high-flying benevolence of Sag moves into practical application. Capricorn becomes the stage for enacting sagacious strategies. Here, there is no loss of momentum, only a continuum, a wheel of evolution, cycles of being that we can integrate at its every turn. Give thanks and praise to all that’s God and good and prepare to move to the next level.


It was December of 1989. I was in Ocean Shores, Washington. It was Christmas Eve. I had been up late with Mad Max, a consultant. We talked about the nature of psyche and the shamanic experience. He went to bed and I stayed up for a while watched the scene from the Vatican, the one that had been played out thousands of times before. A year earlier I was midnight mass tripping on E at Grace Cathedral, newly engaged and feeling like anything was possible. I traveled on a photon beam through time. I was the baby Jesus. I was the straw in the manger. I was the lambs bleating their ancient song. I was the starlight in the cold clear eve of a new age born. I was the approach of magic on camels through the silent night. That was then. A year later in the heart of my Saturn return in Cap in my 2nd House, it was rough sledding. I was restless. The Seattle winter was cold in more ways than merely physical. I struggled to find meaningful work, caught in the riptide of a local backlash against Californians, I felt like I was living in quicksand.

After Mad Max went to bed I pondered the concept of faith, God, all things eternal and my soul. Something strange and very uncomfortable occurred. A voice came to me, well more than a voice–a voice and a presence. It essentially said to me that “If I could let it all go and surrender, that I could be at one with God in my conscious awareness. This was not some sort of generic, New Age, universal oneness trip. It was clearly personal and felt very “Christian.” As I lay in bed, my semi-naked wife next to me, in the hush of the night, I was being asked to give it all up. I had no guarantee if I’d still want to be with her, or if my goals would remain the same and if the world would hold the same meaning as it had. It felt like a conversion moment. I thought about it. I liked my edge. I liked my ego. I liked the drama of duality. I could not say goodbye to the “little i.” And then, the moment passed. The angel moved on.


MuteMath, one of my favorite bands has just released “Odd Soul” their third and best album. I’ve been playing it non-stop since I downloaded it last week. Sonically, it’s amazing. Songs like “Blood Pressure” and “Walking Paranoia” are fueled by muscular funk, riding the hot rails of rapid tempo shifts and air-tight-time signatures, whomping baselines and sweet harmonies. They’ll throw down 70’s jazz fusion, pro-rock, North African rhythms, Cajun shuffle, all in one song. It’s inspiring and breathtaking. They take huge risks sonically and thematically. Born again Christians, Odd Soul is at once an affirmation of their faith, (see the cross on the lapel in the CD cover art) and a deep query regarding the roots of that faith. They’re not taking anything for granted. They’re working it out in sound. Its dynamic, frenetic and inspiring. Perched between the expectations of their charismatic traditions and the secular marketplace, they’re carving out a deeply respectable niche as brilliant musicians, fixed on an uncompromising vision. I cannot recommend their latest work enough. Its helping to push me through patches of dead space and the growing shadows of despair.

In many ways, their music/soul is reflective of Neptune and Chiron in Pisces. They, along with Tim Tebow are giving Neptune/Pisces/Jesus a new slant that feels transcendent. Tebow apart from his offseason Summer job, shearing foreskins from indigenous people is one of the good guys. Yeah, he sings hokey songs about God and points upward like most believers do when something important happens, but there can be no denying the essential nature of his goodness. Each game he plays, he flies a child with a serious illness to the game and puts them up at his expense. He brings them to the game and onto the field and talks to them. He meets them after the game for more connection. Bash him if you will, but if you don’t think we need more of this type of care in the world, Christian or not, well, I’ll say my own little version of a prayer for you.

Neptune and Chiron in Pisces fleshes out the failure of faith, especially in the realm of false profits/prophets and in its wake something profound, holy, sacred and untouched by the degradation of the world can emerge. Maybe that angel from Ocean Shores has circled back today and is spreading its message on virtual wings.

How much would you be willing to let go and surrender for peace and an unshakable love in your heart?

Its recently come to my attention after close to three years of blogging and breaking it all down, that we need a new vector, a different approach. All of the symbols are out in the open. As SB 1867 passes and the troops return home, there is a feeling of endgame in the air and yet I am giddy. I am filled with an optimism not truly fitting for the tenor of our times. There’s a new spirit coming and its going to surprise and lot of people, even so-called “true believers.” When it calls, listen very carefully.

“Blood Pressure” by MuteMath from Odd Soul uploaded by them on this writer’s birthday.

Lunar Eclipse In Gemini, Uranus Goes Direct, Omega Wolf Dancing And Pluto In Scorp Gets Tumbld

Lunar eclipse in Gemini?

Uranus goes direct and the Moon goes full on lunar eclipse in Gemini. I’ve got my popcorn ready. Already, I’ve time traveled back at least two decades today. I spent over an hour on Skype with a grad student from Paris talking about my experience at MONDO 2000. It was fascinating to review the rise of cyber culture and my place in it. My monologue turned into a lively discussion between us as we discussed the perils and potential of technology and the edgy precipice of change from which we seem to be hugging and clinging onto for dear life. Eventually the discussion morphed into Tumblr pages, walls of images without text, the post-modern equivalent of the Lascaux caves; testaments to our presence without syntax.

Twitter and text speak hacks the language into generationally encrypted code. Slang is a quaint notion–few altered words peppering the lexicon at the fringes, almost always assimilated at some point. This is different. Its a whole new speak. I’m not necessarily disparaging it. I never want to be the old dude that talks about, “when we were young” but I have to tell you, I am hanging by the thinnest thread of a hyper-tensile nano-filament from becoming that guy.

As I try to decipher a typical Tumblr page, its almost overwhelming. I think about the minds and hearts that plugged the images into the page. How overwhelmed they might be and that the wall of pictures is their way to process all of it without the burden of language. In essence, this is the most expedient way to arrange and assemble a world that is making less and less sense, while hope fades like a bleeding sunset, rust colored and burning through the gauze of iron oxide skies. I get it. This is how they feel and words are a luxury. Besides do they even trust words?

Words are the basis of contracts, both agreed upon and implied. Words are vermin spreading the plague of lies. Images generally don’t lie inasmuch as they don’t always tell the truth either. They have their own narrative which is far more subjective, and can’t be held to any reasonable standard. But what are the images really saying? It appears to us as chaos, but in reality the Tumbler walls are both a shrine to chaos and a desperate attempt to capture and chronicle as much of it as possible–almost obsessively. By living on Twitter, Tumblr and Text, there’s a ferocious effort to manage chaos on nearly a moment-to-moment basis by taking pictures of half-eaten plates of pad-thai, a cocktail, bubble tea, ken doing barbie, eyes of horus, Drake, unicorns, rainbows, family pets, you name it. Its like a frenetic catalog of existence, dark, humorous, tragic and mundane. Don’t make too much of it though, or you’ll get their most powerful symbol; A big middle-finger.

As I skim through random Tumblr pages, its becoming increasingly clear that the youth are adopting illuminist imagery and symbols with greater frequency. Remember, this is mostly the “Pluto in Scorpio” generation and they are into power–plain and simple. They see the likes of Jay-Z, Rhianna, Kanye, Ludicris, etc., as ambassadors of power, gate keepers of realms that need no apology and are devoid of the burden of morality. Their care has been cremated in the bonfires of convention with ritual blazings of blunt realities.

When I step back and view them from the most dispassionate place that I can, I ask myself; “Is someone else offering them a better deal?” Contemporary Christianity has failed them as its become so utterly concerned about its end times navel. Its lost touch with the power of the gospels and is high on revelations. Its not their fault really. Faith has been hijacked so as to be thoroughly disconnected from this temporal realm. The strategy has been to give up on this world and wait for the day when they’re snatched up from this hell hole and watch the end times in 3-D from the comfort of heavenly McMansions with the most divine popcorn balls you’ve ever tasted–you can even get’em deep fried too, without any of that nasty fructose and GMO corn they have back down there on planet sin.

If I’m 19 or 20 and my options are getting high, having sex, listening to hip hop and trafficking in symbols of ancient power, rather than listen to Ziocon blowhards like Pat Robertson or John Hagee cheerlead for Israel, solely to keep it in place for its destruction upon the arrival of the Second Coming, well which one would you pick? One philosophy espouses getting laid and getting paid, while the other is completely impotent in the face of chaos, offering the faint promise of a tardy savior who’s taking his sweet time, delivering for a God that’s seemed to forgotten the planet he once imagined into being. What would you choose? Man, this Gemini Full Moon has me dancing all over the ancient corpse of belief.

But do these children even know that they are summoning the ancient ghosts of Babylon to rise up and incarnate the empty shells of their broken hearts? I seriously doubt it and even if they did, I bet that they, “wouldn’t give a fuck.”


I’ve always loved wolves. In fact, I even lived with a couple for a few months. One was a pure Arctic female named, “Pearly” the other was a 85% Timber named, “Pete.” I used to rough house and play with them long before Kevin Costner danced with them on the silver screen. For a very brief time, they felt like kin. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been ruminating on DHS’s alert that we could be seeing the rise of “lone wolf” terrorists, not aligned with any supposed terror cell. I wondered how do wolves become lone wolves? Given that there might actually be lone wolf terrorists. Then I discovered the Omega Wolf.

The Omega Wolf is the wolf that is the lowest in the pack and pecking order. They are usually the scapegoat of the Beta Wolves; objects of pack derision. But the Omega Wolf performs a vital function and the pack cannot exist without them. They are the clowns, the jesters, the fools, the outsider that diffuses pack tension, resolves conflicts and tends to the psychic needs of the pack. They often eat as well as the Alphas as a result. They are both shat on and respected. Occasionally though, they are chased out by their pack, ostracized for some perceived imperfection in their genetic code or a serious lack of extra food available. Thus the Omega becomes the lone wolf, forced out from the pack to find its way in the wilderness. Alone.

This is by no means a death sentence for the Omega and in fact, if they find a female to mate with (and they do), they can actually start a whole new pack, and then the Omega becomes the Alpha. There’s no guarantees, but its a better shot at a meaningful existence, than getting constantly hassled by a bunch of toothy Betas. In essence, the Omega Wolf is the fool. The Omega Wolf has within it the seed for new beginnings. The Fool is the 0 card in tarot. 0mega.

When DHS starts talking about “lone wolves” what we’re really talking about are Omega Wolves that have been pushed out of their packs, both local and collectively. As the middle gets squeezed, our version of Omega Wolves populate the peripheries of our society and here is where the genesis of new beginnings can take root. If the pack was happy and healthy, you’d have less Omegas on the roam, because you know that when herds get thin, they’re the first to go. With a faltering and crooked economy, no matter what the unemployment numbers say, more and more people are toiling on the edges. In essence the same system that is condemning the culture of lone wolfishness is having a distinct hand in creating them.

Looping it back to the beginning, one of the more popular figures that’s emerging in hip hop, is Tyler The Creator, whom I’ve written about before. What’s the name of his his group? Wolf Gang. They’re a generation of Omegas pushed out and abandoned by adults that abdicated their responsibilities and put their lives on automatic pilot in the final fumes of the American Dream, going up in smoke.

It was revelatory to come to understand the importance and dignity of the Omega Wolf, because I am he and I am not ashamed to say it. Forced out of the mainstream of the pack I roam the ranges of my life, ducking into the vast plains of the cyber wilderness, running with an invisible pack of souls, howling at a shadowy Gemini Moon on a crisp winter night.

Here’s a trailer for Whitley Strieber’s “Wolfen” starring Albert Finney, Edward James Olmos and the late, great, Gregory Hines. What’s fascinating is the sub plot of terrorists going after corporate executives juxtaposed against a race of supernatural wolves that devour the spiritual and physically diseased members of society. Hmmmmm.

Open Season On Wild Horses In Mercury Retrograde In Sag And Much, Much More

Bring on the dancing horses.

Epiphanies, revelations and syncs abound. The world’s esoteric guts are getting turned inside out. Mercury continues its backward arc in the sign of the centaur. Is it any wonder that the Obama administration just passed a law that lifts a ban on killing horses for meat? This is a ritual slaughter. The horse is symbolic of freedom, the open plains and expansion–all Sag. They are the hoof and heartbeat of America in its most native expression. They were the four leggeds of the first people. The country was literally built on their back until the iron horses replaced them. Open season on them is deeply troubling, not just for their own well being, but what they represent. Mars in Virgo is squaring Mercury in Sag, which accentuates the occasionally ruthless nature of Mars in Virgo (efficiency at all costs). The justification of feeding people versus the ability to roam free gets played out here in the square. Does it seem deliberate? I’ll leave that for you to decide. Staying with the Sag animal theme. . .


Now that “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” has been abolished, the military just announced in senate Bill 1867, the end to sodomy. Yes, if you are now a member of the armed forces, anal sex is no longer a punishable offense. However, in addition to two consenting adults being able to freely penetrate one another, bestiality, which had also been outlawed is now legal as well. I am not making this up. I wish I was. Mercury Retrograde seems to be taking us right back to Babylon on bullet train with a giant spiked cock on the front and a big fat caboose in the back. Now, I’m sure that in order to ensure sexual freedom in the new army, they wiped the old law out in full, including literally doing it doggie style. Sighhhhh. That’s the least of our problems.


It truly saddens me to report to you that S 1867 contains deeply troubling language that essentially allows the military to apprehend and detain without due process, for an indeterminate amount of time, anyone considered to be a terror suspect and a risk to safety. The language is incredibly broad and has lots of leeway. Unlike the UK, which has a 28 day detention limit, this bill has none. Passed 93-7, it rests solely on the slumped and heavy shoulders of Barack Obama to stamp veto on it. Will he? Will he? This is a pandora’s box and it comes as no surprise, with thousands of people taking to the streets in OWS protests. Once Osama Bin Laden was ceremonially removed from our consciousness, there had to be a new threat. Its not in some distant land (Sag) its much closer to home (Merc in Sag retro).

Things should get mighty interesting when Uranus goes direct on the 10th, just as the Full Moon in Gemini goes into eclipse mode. Whoa. The Moon is in the USA 7th House on the USA Mars in Gemini. There’s a restlessness there that makes me loosen my tie (if I wore one) just thinking about it. Get your shopping done early. More on the eclipse next week.

Just for shits and giggles, I went back and looked at the year 1867 to see if there was anything interesting went down then. Well, I found a few things.

•African American men get to vote in D.C.
•Canada is formed
•The Manifest Destiny Treaty was enacted (First peoples moved off their lands)
•Das Kaptial was released
•Otto von Bismarck forms the North German Confederation

Lots of interesting stuff there. You’ve got the relocation of the native nation, the ideological birth of socialism, the beginnings of the consolidation of German power and the formal aggregation of Canada. Well at least we can be thankful for the latter. My life would be a lot less richer without the likes of Jim Carrey, John Candy, Molsons, Mike Meyers, Leonard Cohen, Kid Koala, Katrina Keough, Jill Sarafin and all my other Canadian friends.


The power of faith is on tap for the next 48 hours. Even though the Moon will do a little square dance with the Sun and Mercury, squares are the impetus to action. They’re dynamic and stimulate volition. The Moon in Pisces is evocative of great faith and perseverance. Its artistic as hell. Poetic to the core. Its daring you with Sag in the background to make your life into art. To affirm love in the face of oppression and forgive. I can tell you right now, we’re on the verge of miracles. It all depends on you and how much faith you’re willing to channel and anchor. How boldly can you affirm your being in the darkest days of the year? Vesta is getting a lot of press right now. Its big and bodacious, in the final degrees of Aquarius. Vesta is symbolic of the light that is eternal, the never ending flame of wisdom and dare I say, “hope?” Give yourself permission to love and live without fear. Make no excuses and say a little prayer for all of those who are scared and depressed, faithless and lost. Its time for us all to come home now.