CISPA Passes The House, The Truth Movement As Spiritual Passage And A Glimpse At Jupiter In Gemini

The truth is out there . . . or in there.

One of the greatest devices of derision is the ad hominem attack. It was employed by Saul Alinsky and his disciples to perfection. By the way, remember Sandra Fluke? Rush Limbaugh? Last time I checked, he was still on the air, but it did give people a strong dose of raison detre, hitting the send button with vengeance and purpose on FB, as Limbaugh awkwardly waddled through the gauntlet. But that’s another story. Back to the ad hominem stratagem.

It kind of works like this; Person A says, “911 was a lie.” Person B overhears it and says, “Oh, you’re just a nutty, truther-birther with tin foil underwear” Without even hearing their arguments there’s a slam, a personal affront, mockery and an attack on their character.

Here’s another example. The same guy says, “Everything seems to point to the Israelis doing 911. There were the dancing Israelis that were pulled over by New Jersey police because they were seen doing the Hava Negila on the roof of their van while watching Manhattan burn. They were filming the event as well. After being held for a month, they were eventually allowed to go free and return to Israel, where on Israeli TV, they admitted that they were working for the Mossad. Then of course, there’s Odigo, Dov Zakheim and the missing trillions from the Pentagon, etc.” The other person says with whiplash tongue; “Oh you’re just an anti-semite.”

That’s how the game works.

The only way to win is to stay on point, stay calm and and keep presenting the facts. This goes for almost any situation. The challenge is, is that most people are deathly afraid of anger (theirs or someone elses) or rejection, so that staying clear, calm and focused in a discussion can be extremely difficult, especially when there is social charge.

This is why the “truth” movement is important. Its not necessarily about wielding excalibur and slicing away at the lies and illusions, but it is more about the process itself and where it can lead us, which is why I believe that its a vital force to be nurtured and supported.

The truth movement is ultimately a spiritual movement or one that gets us closer to understanding our own truth; who we are, why we are and where its all headed. It might start with the “Creature From Jeckyl Island” then veer off to the “Protocols” and the “Committee Of 300.” Somewhere all notions of history become obliterated and blurred, realizing that the victors were the ones that wrote it. And here we are today, doing our very best to perform surgery on the mechanical guts of the beast with pen knives and darning needles. Whether its Obamas birth certificate, the NDAA, HAARP, Fukushima or the Gulf, truth is the name of the game.

The truth movement is a catalyst and not necessarily an end, in and of itself. I really don’t see us returning to some agrarian version of Jefferson’s commonwealth with really cool computers or networks, though it sounds mighty pleasant to me. Let’s face it, the corporate state is not going to unclench its savage jaws, just because a few of the unwashed masses camp out in open spaces.

Ain’t gonna happen.

Do you think Monsanto will simply shut down its mad plan to mutate every single plant genome on the planet and thus own it, since they’ll have the rights to the patents on very vegetable or fruit? Do you think that the likes of the Rothschilds, Rockfellers, et al are all going to wake up tomorrow and suddenly grow a conscience? That’s the truth.

This is Pluto in Capricorn baby, this is their time and they’re going to put one foot on the accelerator and the other on your neck as they drive over you in the luxury coupe of their choice.

Agenda 21 is getting cranked up as a new wave of foreclosures are about to hit, while the jobless rate ebbs closer and closer to record lows. The days of brand new sub-divisions are over, done. Builders aren’t getting tax credits for the sprawling burbtopias of the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. Not only that, but cities and counties will not get federal funds for services for new developments either, so even though a builder might go it alone, dauntless, with deep pockets, there’s zero guarantee that they’ll be able to get emergency services out there. Its all being supported to build mixed use, pack’em and stack’em condos in urban spaces.

This is the future.

Most people, especially, green people don’t want to hear it. That’s not the kind of truth they want to listen to. Did you know that green is the devil’s color by the way? Money and envy share the green. I bet the apple that Eve bit into was a shiny green Pippin.

The green movement is built on deception which is Nick’s stock-in-trade. No I am not knocking treating this planet a little more respectfully, I am in favor of it. But while most “greenies” will recite scenes from Gore’s “Inconvenient Truth” they’ll stick their fingers in their ears when you talk about chemtrails, or corexit, or Fukushima’s ill winds. For most greenies, what’s really going down passes for a much more convenient truth. But I’m getting away from the real thread of this post. You see, we may never get to the bottom of the rabbit hole or pull the fleshy masks off the perps to reveal their scaly under-armor.

The truth movement, either by design or its inherent psychic architecture will lead the lead the individual into deeper spheres of wisdom and knowledge, where the world is meta and we vibrate higher than the crushing gravity of consensual, ignorant, uninformed, reactive, reality of platitude chirping robots.

Getting to that truth has never been more essential and perhaps its never been more available to so many either, which is frustrating given the lockdown of the media, from the top of the pyramid downward. To this day, some people still sadly believe that FOX, MSNBC and the New York Times matter.

Astrologically, we’re approaching the arrival of Jupiter in Gemini, which is the opposite of Jupiter in Sag, the most kick ass placement there is for Jupiter I might add. Jupiter in Sag takes on the big picture, while Jupiter in Gemini expands in the details, the micro to Sag’s macro. Jupiter in Gem is trivial pursuits on Adderol. Its dime store novels and in the modern world, an expanding, unending universe of apps.

The USA has Venus in Gemini in its chart. We love tabloids, game shows and the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle. Expect even more of this with Jupiter in Gem. The “66” girls, aka the Kardashians just signed a three-year-deal for their show. Talk about Jupiter in Gemini!

But as spaceship Terra drifts ever closer to the path of the galactic center on 12/21/12, Jupiter in Gem will begin to oppose the deep degrees of Sag, where the galactic center pulses the electro plasm for the entire universe. We’ll be challenged by the enormous amounts of trivia, data, information and disinformation. Sorting through the details will be a full time job with Jupiter in Gem.

Gemini is also the sign of spycraft and deception will be stock in trade. Did you notice that CISPA, the internet surveillance bill just passed the house? Its a precursor to Jupiter in Gemini.

We won’t suffer from lack of information, in fact, we’ll be flooded with it. But information doesn’t always add up to wisdom and knowledge.

The truth movement is important because its related to being free. We can’t have one without the other and when we get right down to it, the only way we can be truly free is if we’re truthful with ourselves, ruthlessly rooting out the crap that keeps us from flowing, being open to the moment and saying “no” when its appropriate and even mandatory. Truth and freedom lead to personal sovereignty, which is the most divine state any of us can attain. Personal sovereignty equals Godhead.

The systems around us are corrupt. The people we are supposed to trust are mostly bought and paid for. They’ll fall on their own accord when we all get down and own our own truth movement, then simply find others that have done the same. That’s the only way I see this change taking place. The labyrinth of the truth movement descends into the core of the self. Its an inner journey that we impose upon the outer and as we get ready to align with the galactic center in Sag, those that are ready, willing and able to embrace the truth will be in the perfect spot. Those that aren’t, well, let’s just see how misaligned they are. It won’t be pretty.

On today’s show, I ranted on this topic and more. You can listen below.

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The Electric Universe, Uranus In Aries, Singing The Body Electric, Chelation Pesto

You are the electric microcosm.

New ideas are beginning to emerge about the true make-up of the universe. If you haven’t dipped into the “Electric Universe,” it might be time to get hip. In lay terms, the theory behind the electric universe is that planets, stars, comets, etc, are all floating in an electric soup of plasma. Everything is governed by charge with both positive and negative currents. One of the most shocking examples of the electric universe is the theory behind comets. As scientists have tracked comets, they’ve discovered that they don’t behave at all like we thought they did. Comets aren’t these interstellar renegades shooting through the universe, collecting dust, ice and other space crap. Just like the Sun is electric, so too apparently are the comets themselves as they are drawn to our Sun, via some sort of magnetic attraction and many of them wind up being discharged or dissipated by the Sun itself and apparently proximity has little to do with it. Near or far, the most direct or subtle discharge of an EMP from the Sun can untangle the very physical nature of the comets themselves.

Tesla was hip to the electric universe obviously. He knew from his studies of the aurora borealis and lightning that the Earth is being constantly bombarded by electricity. The amount of lightning strikes that hit the planet on a daily basis is ridiculous. Tesla worked it all out in the Rockies, where there are more strikes and static charge than just about anywhere else on the planet. Out of his revelations and epiphanies regarding the electric universe, he developed his legendary, free energy system that was stolen and buried by JP Morgan. Morgan’s Aries Sun, squared Tesla’s Cancerian Sun, which theoretically could produce enough friction and charge on its own to create a dynamic energy, but that was not to be the case over the long term.

With Uranus now in Aries, the electricity and energy that Tesla uncoiled, the very same energy that is the sheet lightning of creation in the cosmos, is gaining ground in our consciousness. We sing the body electric. We are the dipoles of creation, free energy systems unto our cells and selves, integrating the dynamics of charge, discharge, attraction and repellence. God is gas crackling with unconditional voltage.

In the Matrix, humans were used as batteries to power the nightmarish virtual world that they were jailed in. Where are you using your energy? Does it liberate you with less impedance in your life or is it creating a static field of inertia, where you re-create the same scenario over and over and over again?

Don’t think that the TPTW aren’t aware of this. Why do you think chemtrails, laced with aluminum coat our skies? Not only do they diffuse the clean energy of our Sun, based on the CME cycles, the energy is both increasing and intensifying. Chemtrails fill our bodies with conductive metals which become far more conducive to negative charge via cell towers, phones, TVs, etc. In essence a false and lesser version of the electric universe is being created by man.

Unless you have that special gene that allows you to shit, piss and sweat aluminum out faster than the rest of us, you’ll need a little help getting it out of your body.

Cilantro is one of the best sources for naturally chelating metals. Here’s a great recipe for Cilantro Pesto, from the tuned in and turned on, Gates 7.


Cilantro Chelation Pesto

4 cloves garlic
1/3 cup Brazil nuts (selenium)
1/3 cup sunflower seeds (cysteine)
1/3 cup pumpkin seeds (zinc, magnesium)
2 cups packed fresh cilantro (coriander, Chinese parsley) (vitamin A)
2/3 cup flaxseed oil
4 tablespoons lemon juice (vitamin C)
2 tsp dulse powder
Sea salt to taste

Process the cilantro and flaxseed oil in a blender until the coriander is chopped. Add the garlic, nuts and seeds, dulse and lemon juice and mix until the mixture is finely blended into a paste. Add a pinch to sea salt to taste and blend again. Store in dark glass jars if possible. It freezes well, so purchase cilantro in season and fill enough jars to last through the year.

Cilantro has been proven to chelate toxic metals from our bodies in a relatively short period of time. Combined with the benefits of the other ingredients, this recipe is a powerful tissue cleanser.

Two teaspoons of this pesto daily for three weeks is purportedly enough to increase the urinary excretion of mercury, lead, and aluminum, thus effectively removing these toxic metals from our bodies. We can consider doing this cleanse for three weeks at least once a year. The pesto is delicious on toast, baked potatoes, and pasta.

Google And Cameron Doing More Than Just Data Mining–Asteroids The Next Big Resource

Let the bidding begin.

In the quantum now of my universe I seem to have to be posting in a different fashion, since my time has become fairly constrained for now, so instead of epic posts that are real time/energy reaches for me now, I’ll be posting more frequently but with less words, sad to say, since I love the written word and accessing it is a truly healing balm for Chiron in Aquarius in my 3rd House. It heals the eternal wound, key after key, entering and returning, activating the key shift and delete moments in my life.

Speaking of Chiron and other assorted asteroids, a story broke yesterday that “Planet Resources” a mega company funded by the founders of google and James Cameron (yes that James Cameron) are planning on mining asteroids, under the research and findings that certain asteroids could yield more platinum on one, flying speck of rock, than all the platinum mined on the history of Earth. Now this my be some astronomical hype for a titanic IPO, or it could be the next big thing in resource extraction. I think its not only interesting, but deeply ironic that Cameron made a shit load of money from a film about the egregious mining and ore extraction of an Earth company on a distant planet. Its only a movie–right?

A quick peak at yesterdays sky map shows Ceres the asteroid associated with nurturing and replenishing the essence of life at 5 degrees Taurus, conjunct the Taurus Sun, at 3 degrees. Taurus of course is emblematic of the Earth, gems, minerals, etc. Ceres in Taurus speaks of an overflow, an abundance of all things Taurus and earthy, and minerally, etc., etc. It lead the Sun when the story broke yesterday around PR’s intentions. The Taurus Sun was chasing Ceres.
Vesta was at 26 degrees, in pioneering Aries. Vesta represents focus and commitment. Here in Aries, it’s all about breaking through and accessing innovation (often without a great deal of deliberation). An interesting side note is that NASA launched “Dawn” in 2007, a probe to actually interact with both Ceres and Vesta. Dawn reached Vesta in August of last year and will contact Ceres in February of 2015.

What this story really speaks to though is the technological divide that is getting wider and wider between the haves and the have nots (and this is just the permissible version of it). People like Page, Bryn, Cameron, Gates, Eric Schmidt, Peter Thiel and others are using their enormous resources to access the best minds and technologies to further separate themselves from the rest of humanity. The techno gap is getting wider, deeper and longer. But will it make their lives better? Will they all use nano-tech to prolong their lifespans to 3-400 years so that they can achieve god-like status? For those of us less monetarily endowed, I think we can all say that they can kiss our asteroids.

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Two-Year-Nightmare Of The Gulf Revisited, Chiron in Pisces And New Moon Affirmation

She’s gonna blow . . .

Rounding into the weekend, the sexy, sultry, super-hooked-up and steaming New Moon in Taurus, we’ve got a few nagging details to remind us that we’ve got some reckoning on our plates. I’ll get to the good news, the everyone gets a trophy for playing news, but you’re gonna have to wade through the brackish and mutagenic waters of Chiron in Pisces first.

Two years ago, I spent a significant amount of time and energy on the Gulf Crisis. I was tag teaming with Michael Edward, who was waaaaaay out in front of what was happening down there. Michael’s hypothesis was nightmarish, approaching pure science fiction. He quickly came to the conclusion that the goal was the massive dumping of Corexit into the waters of the Gulf. He got into where it was developed, by whom and why. His findings were chilling. He realized that Corexit would not only kill the gulf, but cause horrific mutations in marine life and ultimately, humans. Michael proclaimed that the Gulf would become a laboratory vat for some gruesome experiment, which would lead to . . . zombification.

What he meant by this, is that Corexit would (and has) produced hideous and painful skin ulcerations and attack the central nervous system. Once the Gulf was decimated of most of its life, there is a plan in place to grow deadly black algae, which would be harvested as a fuel source. Welcome to the green economy. A few million pesky lives living below the Mason-Dixon line would be a noble sacrifice to science and unburdening us from our dependency of fossil fuels. It would just look like a George Romero film for the first few years.

It’s happening now. The ravages of Corexit are washing ashore, getting tangled up in fishing nets and crab traps. Crabs with three eyes, sardines with body-wide lesions, dolphins giving birth to deformed offspring; these are the frontline casualties of the Gulf. To this day, BP has not ceased in its assault and continues to dump and spray Corexit at a genocidal rate.

This is Chiron in Pisces. Our precious waters, fouled with transgenic spew, altering the basis fabric of our lives at the most fundamental, from krill to kill. And it happened two years ago today.

There’s a school of thought that these egregious and deliberate acts are symbolic of inner states that are deeply in denial and are externalized in the form of collective events. The scenario goes like this; We’re all bottled up and clogged, our emotional states (water) are coagulated and blocked. When it comes to feeling we are synthetically emoting, programmed to unleash judgment, contempt, faux-concern, hand-wringing and indignation. These are what passes for emotions these days.

What happened to the Gulf might be the environmental externalization of rage and if it wasn’t it most certainly should be, because that’s what people are sitting on and even Mt. Popocatepetl blowing won’t quite do the trick.

Women are pissed at republicans, blacks pissed at whites, 99% pissed at 1%, white men are pissed at people telling them how to feel (usually guilty). There’s a simmering anger, growing exponentially towards David’s tribe. Ted Nugent has a gun and Al Sharpton, a microphone.
That’s “theoretically” what the “Gulf” could be about–our unclaimed rage manifesting in its toxic dispersal and blistering marine life. But that was two years ago.

Rage is at another level altogether now. Which means, theoretically if we’re following the theorem; A (anger) squared–divided by (D) distraction–multiplied through (D2) denial to the power of six hundred and sixty six, what we have is ADD from Hell.

It has to find its way out somehow, someway. Theoretically. That brings us to this blessed New Moon, kissing and conjuncting the Sun on 4/20, forming a very earthy love triangle with Mars and Jupiter. Which brings us to the question; Can we catapult out of the labyrinth of Minos into the clear air of objective perception without having a collective breakdown and planetary purge so great that our ancient pathos turns to tears of God, cleansing every sentient and non-sentient agency on this plane of existence? In essence can we get to joy without the nasty little side trip to Hades?

My answer is “yes” well mostly yes and this New Moon leaves clues.

The Full Moon will manifest in Scorpio on May 6th and with it, will be the aggregate thought forms that we plant, right here, right now, this very day. So with that information in hand, I respectfully anoint you as a conscious agents of creation. Endowed with that title comes powers that are granted. You, on this day have the power to plant the most loving, divine and creative thought/feeling into the world that you possibly can. It can be a work of art, a meal, making love, running on the beach, writing a letter. Do it consciously today, with as much faith and brio that you can muster, knowing that the universe is strikingly efficient and will waste no time in recycling your efforts into something greater than you can ever imagine.

Break the inertia, dispel entropy and audaciously affirm that you did not descend onto this plane without purpose and meaning. You are human. Now go out and do something consciously and make believers out of the rest of us.

On The Fringe Of Conspiracy, The Edge Of Freedom, Remembering Joan Quigley and Rachel Corrie, Aries Women Of Destiny And Fate

Rest In Peace

Tonight’s post is about a woman I met and one I would have loved to meet. They both have 4/10 as their birthdays. The first is Joan Quigley, astrologer to the Reagan’s, sister of Carroll Quigley, a professor of Bill Clinton’s at Georgetown University. Carroll Quigley was the author of “Tragedy and Hope” which became a sort of “Rosetta Stone” for a generation of conspiracy theorists. Quigley knew and associated with Fabian Socialists that were connected to Cecil Rhodes and Alfred Milner. Quigley chronicled an inner circle of elite power called, “The Society Of The Elect” (also known as The Round Table Group) which was headed by the aforementioned Rhodes and Milner. The outer circle was called, “The Association Of Helpers.” People like Cleon Skousen, Gary Allen and even Jim Marrs used the framework of Quigley’s research to expand their own theories.

While Quigley was no whistle-blower, he also wasn’t in complete agreement with the plans of Rhodes and Milner. Quigley though was an insider, who was privy to the inner workings of an elite order.

He didn’t take kindly to the likes of Skousen and Allen piggy backing on his scholarly summations. However, as Quigley advanced in age, it was said that he was closer to Allen’s interpretation of the groups influence on human affairs, which was far more malevolent than Quigley had earlier surmised, with far less judgment.

I met Joan Quigley, briefly, one day in San Francisco, back in 1988. She had just left the Reagan White House as Nancy’s personal astrologer and was on a book tour. We were told that we could not ask any questions about the Reagans or her time in the White House.

I remember her skin being very pale, eyes large, hair dyed, bits of wiry gray shooting through. She had the look of someone that had seen a lot–maybe too much. Even in the placid and tony confines of the St. Francis, she seemed nervous and unable to find that sweet spot in the oversized chair across from us. I’m not sure if we talked about anything of note. I was simply there for the ride. I remember thinking long after that meeting, for all her starry wisdom, she seemed anything but happy. Years later though, after learning more about her brother and the world that the Reagans occupied, The Bohemian Grove and the asphyxiating orbit of one George Bush, its easy to see why the first lady of astrology looked just a little traumatized.

Gazing at Quigley’s chart we can see the call to be engaged in a fairly public life (even though her Sun is the 8th House). Her Mars in Gemini at 26 degrees is in her 10th House. Just between her MC and her Mars lies the US Mars in Gemini at 21 degrees. So the US Mars hugged her mid-heaven, conjuncted her own. Mars in Gemini is notoriously restless and it traffics in information and intelligence gathering. Mars in Gemini is the aspect of spy craft and clever use of deceit (remember her brothers connections). Quigley’s North Node was at 1 degree Cancer, also in the 10th House, it too had a significant connection with a US aspect; Venus in Cancer at 3 degrees and Jupiter in Cancer at 5 degrees. She also had Pluto in Cancer, exactly conjunct the US Sun in Cancer at 13 degrees. Her life work was destined to be intertwined with that of the United States. I’m guessing that she had a significant hand in shaping policy during the Reagan admin, a lot more than I think people realize.

Her connection to the White House was of course Nancy Davis aka Nancy Reagan. Reagan’s Sun was at 14 degrees Cancer, also conjunct Quigley’s Pluto. They both shared Leo Moons (11 degrees for Quigley, 0 degrees for Reagan). Her North Node and her Pluto, both in Cancer were sheltered in the shadowy occult regions of the U.S. 8th House. Her power and influence was behind the veil (see that 8th House Sun again).

I wonder if she ever did a chart for the Jimmy Carter clone?

While Joan Quigley casted charts in the darkened corridors of power, another woman, born on the same day stood out and died in the harsh light of a foreign land under the wheels of American steel. She might be one of the most heroic people of our time. Her name is Rachel Corrie.

“I have bad nightmares about tanks and bulldozers outside our house and you and me inside. Sometimes the adrenaline acts as an anesthetic for weeks and then in the evening or at night it just hits me again – a little bit of the reality of the situation. I am really scared for the people here. Yesterday, I watched a father lead his two tiny children, holding his hands, out into the sight of tanks and a sniper tower and bulldozers and Jeeps because he thought his house was going to be exploded.”

Rachel Corrie’s nightmare became a reality. She was crushed by one of the phantasms of her sleep, metal gears, smooth-shifting, clean, armored sides and desert paint, grinding earth and bone with scaly, flesh-eating-treads. It was her flesh that was standing guard over a hovel that would soon become rubble. Corrie had decided to face her nightmares on that fateful day in Gaza, thin, feisty and freckled, fresh with a progressive degree from Evergreen College in Olympia, ready to lay her life on the line for social justice. Bulldozer vs Rachel Corrie? Corrie didn’t stand a chance. She died quickly from internal injuries. She had the great misfortune of getting in the bulldozers way.

Corrie was more than just an avenger for social justice. She was a talented and prolific writer. She captured her stay in Gaza in a series of emails home and journal entries. Those combined with other, earlier journal entries form the lyrical, powerful and often humorous voice of “Let Me Stand Alone–The Journals Of Rachel Corrie.” To get a sense of Corrie’s gift of language, here’s a snippet from her time in Olympia, a place I’m familiar with, having lived there for two years, just as Nirvana was a small fish getting ready to fly out of the nape of the Puget Sound, thrashing onto the semi-conscious shoals of sleeping punks and fitful dreamers, Pluto in Libra’s children, broken in two by divorce and separation. Here is Corrie’s description of one of those Olympia Saturday nights;

““Graveyard shift out the window looking west: When everybody goes to sleep and I have some time between Data Tracking forms and mopping, I get to peer out at the town and discover more secrets… Tonight you would never know that there are salmon still running underneath all that. Big droopy sarcophagi state buildings. The Ramada. Tonight this town has cast aside its oyster-bed roots. Olympia is a whole new woman on Saturday night after midnight. She’s a sparkly lady, decked out in streams of blinking traffic signals. She’s wearing a full-body jumpsuit. Sequins from here to the Black Hills. Cubic zirconium along what by day is State Street, and emerald earrings gleaming out of the neighborhoods of the west side. I work near the fire station so I know whenever there’s an emergency. I can also watch the siren lights downtown. But tonight Olympia has tossed off her civic duties and siren lights aren’t the signals of emergencies. They are costume jewelry.”

She was raised in the politically correct and ecologically aware environs of the Pacific Northwest, which charged her soul with a radical activism that transcended her convenient and immediate world. Rachel Corrie was about anything other than convenience. She laid it all out in the high stakes freedom game on the streets of Rafah. She had an extraordinary and in old, astrological parlance, a fated chart.

First off, she had a grand water trine; Merc/Venus in Pisces, Jupiter in Cancer, Uranus in Scorpio. Those four planets leant their expressive powers to Corrie, fueled by a deep sense of compassion and care, care far beyond her own borders. Uranus, the planet of radical expression and genius gets full play in that trine. Stationed near the peak of her chart in the free and expansive 9th House, it would be the pole star for her activism abroad. Perhaps the strength of that grand trine manifested in a ship named after her, a freighter with her name that would manifest in the ship that would bear her name in the quest to bring goods to Gaza and the ill fated “freedom flotilla.”

Her Sun in Aries trined Neptune in Sag, separated by one degree. Here we see the theme of freedom, freedom idealized in Neptune/Sag buttressed by the convictions and sense of mission embodied in Aries, underscored by her warrior-like Mars, also in Aries. Rachel Corrie had balls of steel. Her brief life work was embodied in that etheric line, rooted and purposeful in the fixed and grounded soil of the 2nd House, shooting like a beam of light to the peaks of the 10th. Her Sun no matter how triumphant and inspired it was, in its connection to Neptune, it had a far darker and more fateful role to play with Pluto.

As an astrologer, I am always on the lookout for lightly or un-aspected planets. When I see them, I pay attention. They are like a birth mark on an unblemished face. It draws you in and you tend to lose sight of the other features until you zoom back out. In Corrie’s chart, Pluto was in the the 8th House. That’s enough for me to blink once or twice, especially in retrospect. Bruce Lee and Jimi Hendrix both had 8th House Plutos. In her chart, with the exception of a generational sextile of Neptune and a trine with her ascendant, the only other thing it does is oppose her Sun, separated by two degrees. Her Sun, again, connected to the earthy patches and plains of the second house, the root chakra of the chart opposed the planet of sex/death/transformation in the depths of its own house. Something would have to give. With her Chiron in Taurus, also in her 2nd House, it would be her body, her very existence on this mortal coil.

The echoes of her life and words reverberated past her death. Alan Rickman staged an award-winning-play on her life called, “My Name Is Rachel Corrie.” It was based on her experiences and words and it was headed to the US and Broadway, but something happened along the way. It got shut down and snuffed out, just like her life. Even in death she made certain people very uncomfortable.

In the free and unfettered pantheon of heroes, Rachel Corrie is constellation of bravery worthy of having her stars charted this and any other day.

Prometheus, Invocation Of Pisces, Happy Astarte, Chocolate Jesus And The Egg

Say hello to daddy.

I’ve been eyeballing “Prometheus” the latest sci-fi epic from the film director Ridley Scott–or at least the trailers. In the latest trailer, the lens opens up on a distant planet, where, theoretically, “we” originated from. At least that’s the early subtext based on explicit clues given in byte sized bits. Two, eager young archaeologists stumble upon a symbol that shows up in every significant, ancient culture on the planet. They put them together and voila! A map to the stars. Using their celestial cookie crumbs, the ship. “Prometheus” is launched to not only visit our planet of origination, but have tea with the gods that created us. And of course, that’s where everything goes to hell.

The opening shot of the latest trailer is an invocation of Neptune/Pisces. Look at the power, the force, the untamed nature of the off world water. Scott and company are summoning Piscean magic, drawing you in. Its fascinating that James Cameron, who is tied to the Alien series as the writer/director of the sequel to “Alien” (Aliens) was in the news recently, exploring the benthic zones of the Pacific Ocean. Cameron, powered by a high-tech, deep submersible sub was exploring the vaginal interface of earth and sea, where heat is life and life is pretty strange. Those azoic creatures were the inspiration behind Cameron’s evocation of Pandora. So we have a deep current of Pisces running though the alien channel.

The early returns of “Prometheus” besides the canny invocation of Pisces, is that the gods are coming back to Earth and they are pissed. This all dovetails with a plethora of the ancient alien script that is getting turned up in volume across all media platforms.

“Prometheus” is the latest meme in the model designed to not only convince us that we are indeed “star seed” but that the makers of our race are now amongst us. Its already out there and happening. That’s the sub plot of the Nephilim/Annunaki disclosure. That’s why there was such a heavy investment in “The Giants” and Madonna (Louise Ciccone) and the Super Bowl, blatantly occult, mind-fuck. Its to get you thinking not only about the possibility of this being the case, but when its revealed that they have never left and actually built the world around us, we will be asked to bow down before our makers.

Its a lie of course.

Now that’s not to say that we haven’t been seeded or visited. Doing a cross-cultural perusal of ancient civilizations and seeing how they sprung up, out of nowhere with advanced technologies, seemingly overnight, defies the casual, evolutionary arc of the ages. Those civilizations were injected with cultural steroids and no matter what some sources say, this was not the result of King Solomon’s nautical adventures amongst the dark skinned peoples of the ancient world. But I digress–back to the modern script.

Its also pretty clear that “Prometheus” is featuring another meme, one of some sort of alien/synthetic sentience that colonizes the human body. In essence, this alien breed is parasitic. It is the front screen projection of Morgellons and a host of other contagion we have yet to uncover. Bundle up a plethora of products that swaddle our water and food in plastic, and we are further altering our chromosomes and even sex type. The human species as we know it is rapidly becoming a quaint notion.

We’re mutating into something else and the early data is not encouraging. People are extruding bits of plastic shards, colored fibers, octagonal looking micro-chips and more from their skin.

This acceleration into synthetic humanity is also featured in another Scott film, the legendary “Blade Runner” where Rutger Hauer’s epic performance as the lead rebel of androids gone rogue, made him and his species seem even more alive and poetic than the so called “humans” personified by Harrison Ford.

Scott also whitewashed NATO’s major fuck up in Somalia and made war seem cool and heroic again in the massively decorated “Black Hawk Down” which might be the only film in history that featured two Scottish heroin addicts, magically transformed into Audie Murphys. Of course I’m referencing Ewan MacGregor and Ewen Bremner, who were shooting junk in “Trainspotting” before they were shooting muslims in “Black Hawk Down.” Film is a funny vehicle to get people thinking about things a little differently, if you move the players around, like toy soldiers, just a bit. Doncha think?

So here we have “Prometheus” getting ready to open, opening the floodgates of Pisces, pouring tales of cosmic superiority into our minds.

In the original “Alien” what we saw was unlike anything we had ever witnessed on the silver screen. It was an illuminist head job from start to finish. The ship, “The Nostromo” goes off course to explore a planet that might have some interesting properties on it. The ship’s captain, “Dallas” played by Tom Skerrit receives communication and data from the ship’s computer named, “Mother.” He accesses “Mother” in a soft, womb like setting. In the womb lies the egg and the egg will play a large role in Alien. The egg is the source of all life.

Edward Bernays did his best mind control with eggs. Back in the 50’s instant cake mixes were starting to get mass marketed but women were not buying them. They thought they were cheating and not living up to their feminine standards by simply pouring, adding water, stirring and baking. Sales for the new mixes were slow, so Betty Crocker hired Bernays to fix the problem.

After talking with a number of women, Bernays realized that they were being robbed of their feminine/domesticated purpose. So he advised Betty Crocker to add an egg to the recipe so that the women could A) Feel like they were actually making something and B) Were biologically connected to the symbol of the egg itself. So you see, the egg has an immense amount of power.

In “Alien” the womb/mother is synthetic. That is the first act of inverted meaning and reverse magic in the film. We’ll also see “Dallas” get offed early on. So much for the old Dallas “cowboy” saving the day motif.

Once they arrive on the planet where they discover the enormous “space jockey” (can you say Nephilim?) they are quickly introduced to row upon row of, you guessed it; eggs.

John Hurt’s character touches one and we all know what happens next; Enter face sucker! Now for the next act of inverted meaning and reverse magic, shortly after eating some food, Hurt begins to shake and shudder violently and then gives birth to the nasty little alien. Yes, here we have a man giving birth. Everything is reversed. The womb is synthetic. Mother is a computer. Men give birth. This type of confusion is intentional as it dislocates the psyche and allows programs and agendas to slip in. Its a technique as old as the bible and perfected by Shakespeare.

What happens next in “Alien” is mostly a haunted house flick in space with a little alien rape thrown in for good measure. The last man standing wasn’t even a man–its “Ripley” (believe it or not!) played by Sigourney Weaver. Here again, we’re seeing inverted meaning and reverse magic. Ripley has managed to not only stave off the alien, but also “Ash” a murderous cyborg that will stop at nothing to make sure the ship and the alien reaches Earth.

Ripley is the one that survives and saves the world. She is the futuristic, ass kicking G.I. Jane (also directed by Scott) in space.

At the time, Weaver’s character was lauded for her toughness and ability to transcend traditional gender roles. She became a feminist icon. Now, it seems more like early mind warping of familiar sex identities, which was a precursor for what was to come. Scott would do this again, with “Thelma (Thelema aka Will) and Louise (Luce)” and G.I. Jane with Demi Moore, who was raised in “Roswell” New Mexico. Interestingly, Scott also directed a short film called “Jonathan” which appeared in a film with other short films about children called, get this; “All The Invisible Children.” The production company of the film is “MK Film Productions.”

So getting back to the egg which hatched this trip down the celluloid rabbit hole, we’re just a few, short days away from “Egg Day.” The world’s largest fertility rite, performed over the world’s greatest death opera; Cue Strauss’s “Death and Transfiguration.” I always thought that someone would hit an absolute grand slam if they could make a chocolate Jesus, since it would one up the pagans by beating them at their own game, while making communion sweet and fun. Okay, communion isn’t supposed to be sweet and fun, use bittersweet chocolate, which might be even more appropriate anyway. However, I am certain that certain christian sects would demand that it be “white chocolate” instead.

Eoster, Easter, Esther, Astarte, Ashtar, Ash(tar) Wednesday and Esther Sunday. Lost in all of this is Sananda Emmanuel, Yeshua, the one that the astro-theologists want to murder and simply make a star or a man, depending on which lodge you want to hang in. In just a few short days, we celebrate the death and resurrection, the big selling point for all christians, where the hammer hits the nail so to speak.

I remember getting stranded one night out in the middle of “No Fucking Where,” New Mexico with a flat. I started walking down the road with my ruined tire and quickly got picked up by a father and son. He worked for the BLM and they hauled me about 15 miles down the road to a small town where he knew a guy that could open his gas station and sell me a legit tire. It was kind of a miracle.

On the way back to my van, he asked me what I did for a living and I decided it wouldn’t be good if I told him I was a tarot reader. So I told him I was a street artist.

Without pause, he launched into a sermon about Jesus and God and how God let his only son die as the ultimate act of love for mankind. I was saying to myself, what kind of father would do that? To me, that’s psychopathic and is frankly one of the reasons why we’re so screwed up. We’ve been led to believe that ritual sacrifice is not only appropriate, but noble, even divine.

Now according to Gerald Light, the guy that spilled the beans on the Eisnenhower meet and greet with the Greys, they dialed up a magical hologram that brought the crucifixion right into their midst. So if it went down like the Zetas not just said, but showed, then what really happened?

Many years ago, I had a revelation that during the crucifixion everything on the planet was imbued with a new energy. I saw it course through all things and give us the passport to higher vibrations and levels of being. All things were humming at a different rate from that moment forward and hundreds of atomic bombs could not change it, even if they could sucker punch holes through this dimension. The energy, the essence, the cosmic DNA is everywhere, if we could only steal ourselves from the endless distractions and terminal mind fucks.

As he ushered in the age of Pisces, the keys could be found in parables, but the real action was in the living testament that we could access the same source code he did, if we could only love and never abandon the truth. Everything else was piled on by middlemen, con artists and obfuscaters.

Bathing in the waters of redemption and higher knowledge does not take a towering intellect or the ability to interpret symbols and cast them upon the world. It simply takes an open heart and a discerning mind; “Be wise like serpents.”

Let’s bring this all full circle, with Dead Can Dance’s, “The Serpent And The Egg” and “The Host Of The Seraphim.” Have a blessed Libra Moon and rebirth of your own sacred and holy awareness as an infinite being, humble in the majesty and mystery of all creation.