AN OLD OWL SITS ALONE ON THE BRANCH OF A LARGE TREE
And so it begins, the symbol for the eclipse casts it’s shadow over the darkening landscape of the planet as we creep closer to some event horizon that is blind to us. Tornados as fast as formula one cars and as wide the Great Mall of America, looking like a mushroom cloud on a bender tore a whole in the heart of America.
The old owl is the Sabian symbol for four degrees Sag. Dane Rudhyar who always seemed to have one foot in the realm of the invisible brotherhood lives hints and clues at times in his interpretations of Elsie Wheeler’s 360 degrees of revelation. This symbol is one of those that Rudhyar dangles in front of us, teasing us with his subtle connection to forces greater than our own; “The owl functions lucidly in the night aspect of existence. His eyes see what men normally fail to perceive. He represents that consciousness which is active where the processes of life normally escape the attention of the personal ego and its intellect.” Notice how Rudhyar says, “men” and not “humans.” Now this might be in line with “all men are created equal” but it could also indicate that there is a distinct difference between and supermen, or god-men.
The reason I bring this up is because the owl is a loaded symbol.
Sandy Hook Owl
Bohemian Grove Owl
Now we’re into some interesting territory because the owl is a really loaded symbol.
It’s a totem of Minerva, Isis, Athena and even Lilith. It sits solemnly over a growth of ancient trees while figures in robes sweat in deep anticipation of the mystery about to unfold, cremating care, the slaughter of innocence.
The robotic owl, replete with it’s eye of Horus is perched upon a row of pyramidal tiles at the apex of the Tyrell Corporation. We get the word “tire” from “tyre.” Apart from being an ancient seaport in Phoenicia, Tyre represents the wheel or a hoop. Ell or El is Saturn. With the hoop and El(l), the Tyrell Corporation is a temple to Saturn and the owl, it’s symbol.
If you don’t know the plot line, they create replicants there–big, bold, sexy, smart and increasingly conscious replicants, which brings us into the domain of doubles and nice segue to the dance of planets in the sky, the triple alignment of Mercury, Jupiter and Venus all in the sign of doubles, Gemini. This dazzling alignment has two meanings (but of course!). Let’s start with the left handed definition; Think of a mirror maze, but not one that’s a labyrinth of reflection, but one where your front and back are reflecting back to you. It’s a hall of gazing between what’s behind and in front of you. The possibilities are infinite really as the both directions give the impression that you go on forever and ever. But is it real? Is it just a projection of your imagination that allows you to perceive yourself as infinite or is it the real deal? Does it even matter? When the human brain watches a movie or a TV show, it doesn’t make the distinction between it being more real than the movie going on inside of you behind your retinas. It’s stream of consciousness flows into the ocean of being. It’s beauty is unsurpassed. It’s potential is expansive and limitless. Yet when you shatter the mirrors, all that’s left is you and the darkness of the void. Then what? Where do you find that thing which reflects back to you that you are not just alive, but have some intrinsic meaning and purpose to your existence here. Without the reflections and their infinite potential, do you really exist?
The right handed version doesn’t hesitate. It knows the mirrors are just glass, burnished surfaces that replay our best and worst attributes, highlighting our vanity, revealing that which we cannot bear to witness. They are simply mirrors and provide a function, nothing more, nothing less and yet, there is the distinct possibility that given the right context, when the inner “I” is not so judicious and grim, that they can reveal a profound secret that the oracles of the ages have divined time and again from their reflective properties and that three planets aligning in the sky like a string of pearls are a line of light, leading us home, away from the desecration and degradation being heaped upon this world.
Those three planets lead us directly into the Sun, where we launch ourselves into a variant timeline where the pyramids are still whie and smooth as the desert sands, the capstone shinning and glistening with gold and bronze people of staggering beauty didn’t fall to lesser gods and wicked spells. You see, too much logic and the magic evaporates as quickly as a tear in the desert.
So what it comes down to is your ability to take back the beauty, reclaim the symbols, an owl is a creature of God. It has amazing abilities to dwell in the night and seek prey. It can turn its head around nearly 360 degrees, which gives it the appearance of looking into two worlds; past and future and yet it’s an owl. It could be a god or a symbol of a god, but that was determined over a long period of time, again and again and again under often bloody circumstances. It’s visage is stained in our sub-conscious mind.
This eclipse barely graced us. It skimmed across the tundra, kissing the permafrost with it’s dark shadow and yet, in the sign of Sagittarius, it brings the entire planet home to the concept of truth. Waves of people, hopefully millions will march and have their voices heard, as they demand an end to GMOs and Monsanto. If you don’t know it already, Monsanto was a slave trading family in New Orleans. Its on the public record. I’ve quoted it and posted links before and their interest in slave trade continues, because they want to own every single, living organism on the planet; from fruit, to seed, to nut, to wing, to web, to scale, to tendon. Everything.
And they’ll do it by modifying every existing species with some genetically provable marker that says that they are the ones that did it, that created it all and guess what? Since we consume the planet, we too will have their genetically traceable markers inside us, twisting, shaping, mutating our own DNA chain and us as a result. Monsanto’s plan is the end of humanity as we know it and the beginning of “Homo Mutantis.” Why do you think we’ve been inundated with zombie imagery ad nauseam? It’s that tricky in-between-state where things don’t go quite right.
But this eclipse in Sag powers the truth. It shines it’s black light on the fluorescent sub-lifeforms and their desperate attempt to implant us with their parasitic virus, which travels from world-to-world, spreading fear, assimilating that which it reviles and detests. This galactic self-loathing will come to an end. It stops here. That’s why we’re here right now. Many of us have gathered for this last stand, a cosmic firewall, against all odds and a force so cunning and seductive that it can entrap many of us in it’s dazzling and subtle possession.
Reclaim the owl! Make it a bird of the forest who dwells in the night, a timeless sentinel of your own soul. Let it be your beacon in a time of darkness and know that their are others at your wing, soaring to a line of light in the black of night and each beat of your wing brings your closer and closer to home.
There are some movies that reflect magickal principles and symbols in very direct fashion. “The Game” with Michael Douglas immediately comes to mind as a cinematic meditation on the “Tower” card. “Faceoff” with Nicholas Cage and John Travolta is pure Gemini, with crossed identities, switched faces, duality, good vs evil, etc.. “Back To The Future” is pure, Mercury Retrograde involving time travel and going back in time to set things right for McFly’s parents. But I have never seen a film with such a deeply embedded astrological theme, from start-to-finish, even channeling the sign of the lead actor. The film is “Drive” starring Ryan Gosling and the sign that drives the narrative, from start-to-finish is Scorpio.
First off, Gosling is a Scorpio (11/12/80). Gosling’s Scorpio Sun is conjunct Uranus in Scorpio, giving him access to the fully explosive character he plays in “Drive.” In fact, he has no name and is simply known as “Driver.”
Gosling doesn’t speak much. Instead, he lets his driving do all the talking, which is fast, violent and crafty. By day, he’s a film stunt driver and part time mechanic. By night, he’s a get-a-away driver for petty thieves. In essence, he has one foot in this world, the other in the underworld. In fact, he works for a part-time hood known as “Shannon” played by Bryan Cranston who has connections with two, Jewish gangsters played by Albert Brooks and Ron Perlman. Funnyman Brooks is totally chilling as the avuncular Hollywood producer who slits throats like he’s gutting a trout.
Gosling sports a windbreaker with a scorpion on the back, just in case you’re not getting it. And like a true Scorpio, he’s not halfway. Gosling’s character is all in and whether he’s smashing a hoodlums fingers with hammer, or be-friending the mother and kid down the hall, he’s fully present, intense and loyal. Scorpio gets a bad rap sometimes, but their loyalty is unquestioned.
One of the great scenes in the film is when Gosling takes a joyride with the mother and the son he’s be-friended through LA’s aqueducts. Again, it’s a Scorpionic detail that some people might miss as the water represents his contact with his emotions and its in a car; motion/emotion.
Oh yeah, did I mention that Gosling’s character is violent? In fact he’s so violent that in a scene where he’s protecting the mother, beautifully portrayed by Carey Mulligan, that he goes way beyond merely warding off the bad guys. Driver spends an uncomfortably long time getting crushing sounds out of the bad dude’s head.
This film has a bit of Scorcese’s Taxi Driver in it. Gosling’s Driver is corrupt in that he helps bad guys getaway, but he also has a fixed morality that borders on overcompensation.
Near the end of the film, he utters a line about the scorpion and the frog and how the scorpion cannot help himself, that’s it’s his nature to destroy.
Gosling himself has a bit of an interesting background. He came through the Disney factory which has produced a stable of manipulated child stars. Is scorpion prince of them? If “Drive” is any indicator of what lurks in his soul, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him if his programming breaks down.
The skies here are dark, oppressive and cloaking something behind their grey pallor. The heat has been oppressive too. Negative ions scatter and run for cover. The Southwestern version of the Santa Ana blew into town yesterday, blasting currents with dense, torpid heat. Later in the day, I hear rumors about a massive meteorite striking Mexico, though it cannot be confirmed. A good friend swears she can’t see past the end of the month and she’s not the only one. Days become hours, become minutes, become seconds, become the present now.
Friday, I was driving through the heat of the night listening to Dr. Dog and their melancholic strains hinted at some sort of aftermath, like they were channeling it’s inevitability;
“Where’d All The Time Go?”
Where’d all the time go? It’s starting to fly. See how the hands go; Waving goodbye. And you know I get so forgetful when I look in your eyes. Now she’s walking backwards through a parade. And I’m stuck in the shadow blocking the shade.
And there ain’t no way to sweep up the mess that we’ve made She gets dressed up like a pillow so she’s always in bed Flowers for the sick and dead
She’s on the go, way too fast and way too slow She’ll turn to stone at hospitals and funeral homes and when the fog rises somebody sighs who is not in disguise anymore
There’s nothing to keep you from falling in love. It starts at the bottom and comes from above. br>Like pieces of a puzzle, like a hand in a glove She gets dressed up like a pillow so she’s always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead She’s on the go, way too fast and way too slow She’ll turn and stop at hospitals and funeral homes and when the tide rises somebody sinks and is gone in the blink of an eye
We’re on the clock.
Tomorrow marks the big day, the Pluto/Uranus square, hitting us right in the collective pineal gland.
What’s going to happen?
Well, if you can read the script, there’s at least five possible endings, unlike ABCIA’s new series, “Motive” where you know who did it, but not why, we’re still conjuring and scrying the un-lived hours staring back at us from the future.
The Moon is currently in Virgo, where it’s nervy, edgy, mercurial and restless. Moon in Virgo is all those “Worst Case Scenario Books.” The Virgo Moon pants for disaster planning and worry. It’s greatest satisfaction is having enough order so that the emotional landscape is manageable and not a chaotic maelstrom. Once a semblance of order is achieved, then the Virgo Moon can go about what it also does naturally; serve others. Tomorrow, the Moon will be at 29 degrees Virgo at 11:11AM, Washington, DC time. I chose the 11:11 time due to the Uranus/Pluto square at 11 degrees of both planets. What’s interesting is when a chart is cast for that time, the ascendant and descendant are also 11 degrees each as well (Leo/Aquarius). The MC and IC are at 1degree (Taurus/Scorpio). One and one is of course two or eleven. 11 + 11 + 11 = 33.
There’s a very strong stellium in Gemini, all occupying the 11th House. Here we have the two, great augurs of social change, Gemini and Aquarius, co-habitating. As I have been trying to point out for a while now, both signs are key players in the altering of social consciousness and time. Gemini hacks our reality through distorted mirrors, which reflect back an image that resembles us, but isn’t. The latest version of this technique being employed was what just happened with Angie Jolie (Gemini!) lopping off both breasts because she has the possibility of contracting cancer based a on gene test, which revealed that she had the potential of having cancer based on the same gene that did her mother in.
Of course the dirty little secret is that the test she took is related to a gene patent and the very same test is part of the Obamacare plan, where women will be required to take the test, which is roughly $1,000 a pop. What happens if they test positive int he same way that Angie did? Will they be required to have preventive surgery? Remove the ovaries? Remove mammary glands? Why Angie Jolie? And what is really going on?
There’s a rumor on the down and dirty byways of the alt research world that Angie and Lindsay and Britney and their army of contemporary fembots are actually clones and the things they do to and with them are not fit for print. Let’s just say that it involves not just same sex acts, but same self. They will also pit clone against clone. They will also control the master copy by doing something to the clone on a physical level and while it seems overly simplistic, there’s a sympathetic relationship that all the clones have with one another, like voodoo dolls. Now before you summarily dismiss this insane notion, pick the real Angie out of this line-up without channeling Google.
So what if what Angie did, never happened? Or what if it happened, but not with her? Do you get my drift? And even if it did happen, and she was that one that had the elective, pre-emptive surgery, what’s the Net result and intended affect? Well, Angie has invested a lot in her identity of being an uber-mom, adopting and popping babies from the third world, to the next womb. I did a series of posts on her and Brad sometime back that chronicled most of this and now she has had made the ultimate sacrifice by lopping off her breasts and removing her software. She’s held up as an exemplar and courageous, making a pre-emptive strike against the sleeper cells that would ultimately terrorize her biology and threaten the safety of not just her, but the children she still needs to nurture and care for, well along with her entourage assistants and house staff.
She gave up some of her freedom for the security of cancer not being able to attack the bastions of her procreativity.
Will millions of women across America salute her and follow suit? Will this be the new normal? If so, then what? Do you need to buy shares in the Shenzen Bojia Trading Company? What will women do when it comes to breast feeding? Will formula be the new manna for mamas? I seriously doubt that women are naive enough to so easily dispatch with their birth rights and yet this development is just a little disturbing and it comes home to “my body” and “my right.”
On nearly the same day as Angie’s confessional got published, two seemingly unrelated events took place. The city of New York ruled that women can parade topless in public if they wish. It was under the aegis of equal rights sex laws, like the ones that will make all bathrooms unisex at some point. It was a typical, Jupiter in Gemini kind of day; take some breasts away, unloosen and free some others. And then, there’s this:
Yes. that’s a teen boy that’s pregnant. It’s part of a an ad campaign that just came out, right around the same time that Angie became less of a woman. Well, we get more of a man in some ways I guess. Can I just say that I’m looking forward to taking a nice, relaxing bath in Jupiter’s Cancerian waters. I enjoy a good mindfuck asmuch as the next person, but I’m ready for Jupiter to move onto more nurturing waves and vibrations. How about you? In some ways, what happened with Angie almost feels like blow against the oncoming tide of love with Jupiter in Cancer. Speaking of Jupiter in Cancer, here’s a group in New Jersey civilly and disobediently disrupting a local hearing on guns and the 2nd amendment by drowning out the chair of the meeting with the pledge of allegiance. We’ll be seeing much more of this as Jupiter moves into Cancer, the USA’s ruling sign.
Much of this has been fueled by what’s taken place recently with the IRS scandal targeting conservative groups. This is a manifestation of Pluto in Capricorn going up against it’s opposite sign (Cancer). The IRS is the plutocratic mechanical arm that descends down into the private reserves of the populace. It’s a Scorpioinic reach into bullish reserves. And, its a full on scandal that’s endemic of Pluto in Cap. While that is smoldering, Benghazi is still smoking as well. Here we see Uranus in Aries, the quick and violent assault upon the US embassy is indicative of the power of Uranus in Aries, lightning swift strikes of violence and people sitting back in cushy lounge chairs with double lattes watching the scene blaze on via satellite imagery. Technology as the carrier wave of violence and threat.
It’s these two scandals that will square off against the White House and when that happens, things can get tricky….very tricky.
I don’t think we’ve ever seen so many things line up in such discordia in recent memory. Something has to give.
While Pluto and Uranus are doing their thing, Chiron is also jamming up against Venus, Mercury and Jupiter. There’s something about this alignment that is absolutely revelatory and not in an angels humming hymnals in your ear while you wade through the early morning commute. There’s something about this critical square that extrudes the secrets of the 8th House and floods the 11th with truth, shame, lies, deceit and distortion. Spin will be firing at an all time high. Refraction/distraction.
Now, I would not bee a very good therapist if I did not offer some form of therapeutic direction, now would I? So what’s in it for you? Clones are losing their boobies, nuclear war is waiting just around the corner like a hungry wolf, the tides may or may not rise and then there’s that pesky asteroid made of out of some supernatural blackness set to come swing by this way on the 31st. Is that enough for you? So what to do?
I say be ready to shed your idea of being human at any given moment. And what I mean by that, or rather what I don’t mean by that is not to reject and dispose of your humanity, but to let go of a particular definition of being human. I think that’s coming to an end, because the things we’ve defended ourselves against are also ending. Our institutions are failing. Our leaders are corrupt. The rule of law alternates between a taser in the solar plexus, to the unseen hands of corporate criminals stealing whatever they want, whenever they want it, without fear or reprisal. The relative normalcy we have defined ourselves against is obliterated, it’s now a part of our past and any desire to bring it forward is really just a failed sort of nostalgia. We’re not going back, ever.
Be ready. Be fluid. Be mobile. Be alert. I’m using “Be” a lot aren’t I? We need to shake ourselves loose from the prisons of this dimensional agreement and even if we don’t “ascend” a new age fairy tale if you ask me, we need to be ready and open to meet our own demise as we have defined and do so with as much love and courage as we can muster, because beyond that is the great unknown. That’s where we’re headed and with it comes a whole new set of protocols and variables. We don’t have to throw the baby out with the bath water per se, because the bathwater is still pretty good with Neptune in PIsces, but maybe we can reconfigure the bath water into a portal that we can stare into and get scenes from our future selves, because as God only knows, we need some advice the other side for what’s to come.
Hang on space ranger and rangerettes, we’re about to reach lift off capacity.
In just a few short hours, (3/9/10), we’ll have the second in a series of three eclipses. Keep an eye on this one, even though it will not be seen by most of the planet with the exception of Australia, where it will be visible for all of six minutes and three seconds. Speaking of Australia, I played this little snippet on my show on Monday. It’s the trailer for Peter Weir’s spooky, end-times supernatural thriller, “The Last Wave.”
Weir spent a great deal of time hanging with the aboriginal culture prior to and during filming. He got about as close as anyone is going to get that’s not part of their world to understand their culture, their insights, their rhythm and even the other worldly phenomenon that they live with on a daily basis. Here’s a great interview with Weir as he recounts the making of the “Last Wave.”
The basic plot is that Richard Chamberlain is a barrister who is hired to represent a young, aboriginal male played by David Gulpilil, who had achieved some acclaim appearing in Nicholas Roeg’s “Walkabout.” Gulpilil’s character, Chris Lee is facing a murder charge for the death of another, young aboriginal male. What Chamberlain must ultimately come to grips with around the young man’s death is tied into his own personal destiny as a harbinger of doom.
The more time Chamberlain’s character spends with the people of the dream time, the more the veil between worlds becomes wider and wider until he has a vision of what’s to come.
I brought this up on Monday’s show because of the net chatter surrounding the Global Coastal Event, which has been circulating around the Net thanks to Clif High and Ed Dames. Now I like Clif, but I trust Dames as much as the Iraqi Dinar at this point, however, both can be redeemed at some future point, but the relative worth of each is to be determined. Remote viewers besides Dames have been squawking about it as well. DC 100 feet deep under brackish water. The Statue of Liberty’s stone flame just cresting above the whitecaps. Space Mountain, an undersea peak from the plasticene era. This is what some people believe awaits us in just three, short weeks. Most notably, it coincides with the first, major square off between Pluto and Uranus at 11 degrees each, but the action starts this Friday.
The Moon is New in Taurus, along with Mercury, Mars and of course, the Sun. That’s a lot of bull (hey if the world’s going to end I get to lay down a bad pun).
In the year of 70. yes 70, Titus attacked Jerusalem on May 10th. File this away. Vespucci set off from Cadiz for the new world in 1497. The British essentially awarded America to the Dutch East India company, granting it a monopoly on the tea trade in 1773. In 1837, the first banking collapse in US history occurs. It was called, “The Panic Of 1837.” While the great crash of the 20’s gets most of the press, it’s the great collapse of 1837 that sent us hurtling towards the chains of the fiat economy. Just a year earlier. Andrew Jackson had failed to re-new the charter of the Bank of The United States, which was the first version of a central bank. Here is what Jackson said about the central bankers; “”You are a den of vipers. I intend to rout you out and by the Eternal God I will rout you out. If the people only understood the rank injustice of our money and banking system, there would be a revolution before morning.”
Nicholas Biddle might have been the (figure)head of the bank, but one of it’s prime investors was, Baron James De Rothschild of Paris. and although Jackson had vetoed the charter, the Baring firm, as an agent of the government did a backdoor deal, establishing itself as a financial agent of the Dept. Of State in 1835, which would lead to the panic of 1837, when the Bank of England (Baron Nathan Meyer Rothschild) set a torch to the US economy. Henry Crews, a well known banker of that era wrote the book, “Twenty-Eight-Years On Wall St” in 1888. In it, he proclaimed that, “”The Panic of 1837 was aggravated by the Bank of England when it in one day threw out all the paper connected with the United States.” This caused an immediate financial panic and a contraction in credit and froze any issuances of stocks and bonds.
In today’s lexicon, it was an act of terror and perpetrated upon the people of the United States because Andrew Jackson wanted to re-claim the credit and cash flow of the young republic. In fact, in the years between his failure to renew the charter and the panic of May 10th, cash reserves swelled, the economy expanded and the government PAID OFFTHE DEBT with $50,000,000 in reserve. This type of insolent prosperity would not be tolerated by the money masters. This Friday, on the eclipse, it marks the 176th (23) anniversary of that dark day. What’s interesting is that Saturn was also in Scorpio then, at 15 degrees. Scorpio is lending and other peoples money. Saturn is restriction and restraint, but Scorpio can also be underhanded and downright dirty. When the goat and the scorpion dance together, the lords of mammon clap and prostrate themselves at the sight flying stingers and clattering hooves. It’s a license to steal. However, in the heat of the 21st century and the virtual tribunals of the mute witnesses to awakening to systems collapse, it’s like throwing a light on a roach party in a Bed-Stuy kitchen. Nobody’s fooling anyone anymore.
When it comes to war, May 10th seems to be a very popular day when it comes to supplicating Aries/Mars.
• 1863 – American Civil War: Confederate General Stonewall Jackson dies eight days after he is accidentally shot by his own troops.
• 1864 – American Civil War: Colonel Emory Upton leads a 10-regiment “Attack-in-depth” assault against the Confederate works at The Battle of Spotsylvania, which, though ultimately unsuccessful, would provide the idea for the massive assault against the Bloody Angle on May 12. Upton is slightly wounded but is immediately promoted to Brigadier general.
• 1865 – American Civil War: Jefferson Davis is captured by Union troops near Irwinville, Georgia.
•1865 – American Civil War: In Kentucky, Union soldiers ambush and mortally wound Confederate raider William Quantrill, who lingers until his death on June 6.
• 1933 – Censorship: In Germany, the Nazis stage massive public book burnings.
•1940 – World War II: The first German bombs of the war fall on England at Chilham and Petham, in Kent.
•1940 – World War II: Germany invades Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg.
• 1940 – World War II: Winston Churchill is appointed Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
• 1940 – World War II: Invasion of Iceland by the United Kingdom.
• 1941 – World War II: The House of Commons in London is damaged by the Luftwaffe in an air raid.
• 1941 – World War II: Rudolf Hess parachutes into Scotland to try to negotiate a peace deal between the United Kingdom and Nazi Germany.
• 1942 – World War II: The Thai Phayap Army invades the Shan States during the Burma Campaign.
May 10th is money and blood.
In a weird twist of irony, it’s the birthday of John Wilkes-Booth as well as the day that John Wilkes was imprisoned in 1768 for writing a screed against King George III, which provoked riots in London.
What does it all mean for you besides silver, fresh water and C rations? Well, since the Moon is Full and the Sun is shaded by it’s slip between this world and that, the feminine actually overtakes the masculine. Taurus is an Earth sign and it’s in abundance. That stellium is fixed and what happens during this upcoming eclipse has the power to last, for good or ill. Since you cannot control the mainframe of collective experience just yet, focus on your own creation. If tides crash upon cities and currencies fall like toads from the skies, there’s not much you can do, but if perhaps we’ve re-routed the dominator program just a bit to avert the complete deconstruction of the hologram, well, you get to focus on yourself. The lead up to the eclipse wilt see the Moon pass into Taurus at 3 degrees. This is considered one of the most exalted and sublime degrees of the zodiac. It is a reference to Aldeberan, which is considered the bulls eye of the constellation Taurus, which is the gateway to Alcyone, the great central sun, the brightest star in the Pleiades.
The eclipse shadows the ring of fire and as such, we should be on the lookout seismic activity across the entirety of the ring of fire. Again, effects of the eclipse can be felt for days, even weeks after the eclipse itself.
SATURN IN SCORPIO RETOGRADISM
Over the weekend, news broke about a staggering case where three girls that had disappeared over ten years ago were miraculously found by the memorable Charles Ramsay at the house of Ariel (angel #1) Castro in Cleveland. If you haven’t seen his recounting of what happened, you need to watch it. It’s utterly honest, funny and incredibly self-effacing.
Scorpio is the underworld. It is the cavern of darkness which resides in our psyches and as such is the shamanic portal to the underworld, a vast labyrinth of amoral conduct, libidinous urges, uncontrollable obsessions and unspeakable complexes. Planets in the 9th House in the individual chart can indicate hidden areas of the individuals personality. I once knew someone with Sun/Venus in the 8th House and on the surface looked strong, competent and capable, while behind closed doors nearly demanded to be dominated and almost degraded.
On a collective level, we got a massive dose of this at the early degrees of Saturn in Scorpio when Gerry Sandusky was rushed off to prison amidst numerous charges of abuse through his “Second Mile” foundation. It was clearly an organized effort and Mr. Sandusky did not act alone. College president, Graham Spanier was removed from his position at PSU after being charged with the obstruction of justice. Perjury charges may be forthcoming, but as of yet, nothing has been filed against Spanier.
After Penn State broke, England quickly had it’s own nasty mess to del with as longtime presenter and knight, Jimmy Savile was accused of numerous cases of not just child abuse but even necrophelia! A number of his enablers were outed along the way and the BBC did everything in it’s power to plug the breaking dam of silence around Savile and his inner circle.
Both events were/are emblematic of the Scorpionic expose of taboo as Saturn’s gravity fields compress the outer rim of the planet’s second chakra. Other than Jason Collin’s recent confession regarding his sexuality, it’s been mostly quiet, until this past weekend, when Charles Ramsey liberated the three, young women that were for all intents and purposes, Ariel Castro’s slaves.
Castro was born on July 10th, 1960, according to public records. He is a Cancer Sun with a mostly average chart, but two aspects really jump out, The first is what looks like an Aquarian Moon, There aren’t many other moons, save the Gemini Moon, where the emotional state can be almost frighteningly objectified. In an integrated and holistic expression, the Aquarian Moon is globally just and concerned about the welfare of all beings. Most people with the Aquarian Moon have a live and let live type of emotional philosophy, however, given the right motivation, they will jump on a just cause and stand for some shackled aspect of the human condition. The Aquarian Moon can also be detached to the point of sociopathology.
Sexually, the Aqua Moon isn’t motivated by stock-in-trade images or memes. It’s a fetishistic Moon that ranges from hyper-voyeurism, to soft and hardcore body manipulation. The level of detachment in someone like Castro is significant in the way that he was able to lead two, very distinct lives. We’ll come back to this in a minute.
The other aspect that popped for me when I looked at his solar chart was Mars in Taurus at 14 degrees, Here we see two fixed signs in action (Aquarius/Taurus) and somewhat at odds, yet both culpable. Mars in Taurus could stand in for the jailer, the force that affixed the girls to chains, while the Moon was the warden, coolly calculating and observing the entire affair, making friends with neighbors like Ramsay, detached from the lurid reality that took place on Seymour (See More) Ave. It’s also noteworthy that Castro had a Sun/Saturn opposition with Saturn in Cap and Sun in Cancer. The opposition represents the polarity within Castro himself. Cancer wants to help and nurture, while Capricorn wants to deliver the rule of law without sentiment or regret. In fact, Castro has a stellium in Cancer (Sun/Merc/Venus all conjunct) which would lend some credence to the slightly overplayed aspect of Cancer being clingy. In fact, in this instance it’s beyond parody and scope in it’s tragic implications.
What the Castro case reveals most however, is the bi-polar nature of our society and I am afraid that it does not bode well. Two young men in Boston had for the most part, solid appraisals of their personal lives by others and according to the media, were intent on blowing up half of the eastern seaboard. The pattern of framing personas is being cast. People obviously can’t trust lone wolf types, but apparently, they can’t trust the friendly neighbor that cooks ribs and salsa dances either. So who can you trust? Get my drift?
Castro is also telling people that he was sexually abused as a child and that this is somehow tied to what he did. And while he might be correct in connecting the dots between the two, it does not justify at all what took place behind closed doors for ten years.
He appeared one way before the public; the neighborhood guy who played with kids, cooked ribs loved salsa music and was avuncular and “unspectacular” as Charles Ramsey (Ram Say-Uranus in Aries) would say in his interview. Behind closed doors, Castro was a domestic dictator.
If indeed he was afflicted by sexual abuse, this type of bi-furcation of the persona isn’t uncommon and I would table that we all have it to one degree or another in our lives. I’m not abdicating Mr. Castro from his responsibility at all and yet, in some ways, he is an extreme version of us. We all have to split off and segment parts of who we are on a daily basis, mostly out of the need and exigency to be socially accepted. Being socially accepted allows us to interact with others at a moderate level of trust. If we were all to allow the hidden recesses of who we are to come out to play in the public view, in the immediate, chaos would likely ensue. For instance, it wouldn’t be in my best interest to rip my kid’s little league ump a new asshole because he made a bad call and my kid’s team, in tears must now live with it as a poor and irreproachable judgment not in their favor. Storming onto the field and screaming at him that he’s merely a mindless puppet in the indoctrination of authority in all of it’s flawed excesses upon those ten kids wouldn’t go over so well in the moment. Discretion is the better part of sanity in a case like this.
We all have it. We’ve all been traumatized from the very first breath. We’ve all had to partition who we are to some extent, because it’s about survival. And partitioning is at some level, at least semi-conscious. Most of us, including yours truly are in denial as to how deep this runs through our own lives, let alone the world itself. And it’s due to this inability to clearly see who we are (and who we are not) that makes us so easily led astray and deceived, which occurs because we are not fully present to what’s taking place around us.
Ironically, last night, also in Cleveland, the A’s were playing the Indians. There were two outs in the bottom-of-the-ninth and Adam Rosales was up to bat. He hit a Chris Perez fastball over-the-wall in left field. The hit would have tied the game. The second base ump, Angel Hernandez (angel #2), called it a double. A’s manager, Bob Melvin asked the ump crew to review the hit and replays clearly showed that the ball left the park and hit a green railing above the wall, ricocheting back onto the field. Everyone, including the Indians announcers knew it was a home run, which would have tied the game. However, after reviewing the tape somewhere in the bowels of “Progressive Field” Angel and his crew decided to tell the rest of the world that black was really white and vice versa. In essence, they ruled that it was a double in spite of obvious evidence to the contrary.
Hernandez has had a long history of making terrible calls that he arrogantly defends.
The next day, both social media and mainstream media were on the same page. The umps badly blew the call. Does it equal MLB’s denial of steroid use? Not quite, but it’s close, because it hints at something deeper and darker. In that moment, four men emerged from the darkness and delivered a judgment so clearly wrong that it communicated to the rest of the world that was watching that even with evidence refuting their judgment, it simply doesn’t matter. Yes, it’s a game. Yes, it’s a pastime, but our pastimes reflect our social consciousness or at least that’s what we are led to believe when Jackie Robinson breaks the color line or Jason Collins, the sex preference line. These events are held up to us symbolic of changing times in the midst of our most public spectacles and yet, when outright abuse of justice occurs, it’s nothing more than a smeared mark on a stat sheet. Turn the page. Move on. Go to the next play. This is what we tell our kids so that they can somehow cope when things don’t go right. When humans play the role of god, even if it’s just a game. We do our best to reinforce what they can do in the moment (which is really nothing at all) and get to the next moment, or the next day, or the next play where they “might” make a difference through their individual will and effort and triumph against not just their opponents, but they very system itself. I’m not sure this ever really happens, but it’s a wonderful morality tale we tell ourselves and then pass onto the next generation, where the whole cycle is repeated over and over again.
When I look at Angel Hernandez or a ref like Tony Brothers, I see these grim visages of what an ump or a ref is supposed to be; stone cold, irreproachable and defiant in the way that the worst gods of antiquity would be. They are channeling and acting out these forces and in their own way are prisoners too, just like the rest of us, only for two-and-a-half hours a night, they have convinced themselves that they have utter and complete control over the fates of other men. They look the part and act the part in all of it’s dreary and pompous cliches. The matrix never appeared so clear as it has in the past week in the city by the great lake.
SPEAKING OF WATER
On tomorrow’s show, I’ll have Phillip Proffer on and he’ll be talking about one of the most revolutionary technologies on the planet to improve the quality of groundwater, including the reformation of freaked water. We’re talking about the Langenburg Water technologies, where the advanced work of Max Langenburg has led to a whole new science and application of re-formatted water. This is another aspect of Saturn in Scorpio as we have the wonderful possibility of new technology being introduced at a local level, to help return water to it’s pristine state. You’ll be able to listen to Phillip here and learn more about what they are doing here.
Here’s a different kind of angel, a wonderful dream image from my good friend, Roy Tiesler. Roy came onto my show yesterday and talked about a powerful dream that he had, especially in relation to the passing of Stuart Wilde. Wilde wrote a profound post just before his death called, “The Messiah’s New Brightness” and in it he mentions the “Lion Of Judah.” Synchronistically, Roy had just finished this animated wonder called, “The Angel Of Judah.”
In case you missed it, the most heroic act of courage since Aquarian, Rosa Parks took all of her Highlander training and put it in the front seat of a public bus in Montgomery just happened. Jason Collins became the first, openly gay player in a major sport to announce that he did indeed, prefer the company of men. He immediately received almost nothing but warm and fuzzes from the White House on down. A few moral holdouts like ESPN’s Chris Broussard had a very different take on Collins’ confessional. Broussard is one of ESPN’s hoops pundits, and as they say in the biz, “an insider.” Well Broussard was asked what he thought about Collins’ tell all moment and what came out of his mouth was something that I don’t think anyone at ESPN was prepared for, Broussard said, “I’m a Christian. I don’t agree with homosexuality,” Broussard said. “I think it’s a sin, as I think all sex outside of marriage between a man and a woman is. If you’re openly living in unrepentant sin … that’s walking in open rebellion to God and to Jesus Christ,”
What makes this all just a bit more interesting is that ESPN is owned by Disney, which has a dirty little history of using just barely subliminal imagery in their films to inject a poly-sexual consciousness into young children around the globe.
It’s Disney that gave us Brittney, Christina, Justin and Miley. So for one of their own to go rogue in a moment like this, is, just well, great.
I don’t necessarily agree with Broussard’s moral assertions about what passes for God’s judgment, but I sure as hell agree with his right to say what he feels and believes in. What makes this even more interesting is that Broussard happens to be African-American, like Collins. This has posed a problem for ESPN/Disney. If they suspend or fire Broussard, they’re open to criticism coming at them from religious groups. And while hoops columnist, Kelly Dwyer is attempting to re-frame Broussard as a bigot, based on his beliefs, Broussard, by being African-American also dodges the crosshairs of being a racist. Had he been white, I seriously doubt that he would have a job today.
What I love about a situation like this is, is that he was asked his opinion and that’s what they got. It’s not the first time Broussard has gone on the public record about his faith and beliefs. So, if ESPN knew that he would deliver a sermon on the round, then why did they bring him into the discussion on “Outside The Lines’? Was it due to the fact that they forgot about his fundamental stance on homosexuality? Was it a carefully crafted ploy to allow him to speak power to “his” truth and thus make Collins appear even more human? Or is it some other factor than Mickey Mouse’s high priests of pervy pleasure going sleepy on the job?
Shall we crack open a fresh can of Astrowhip and see what lies beneath the surface?
Without having a real chart for Broussard and Collins, I must rely on the solar ephemeris and frankly, there’s enough cosmic forensics (and then some) there to make some sense of this.
First of all, rolling along with the duality script, perfectly drawn up by the off-off-off Broadway playwrights of the theamatrix, Jason Collins is a twin. Yup. Jupiter in Gemini is the gift that keeps on giving. In fact, his brother Jaron, had no idea about his brother’s sexual preference until a year ago. They’re both 34, so at the magic age of “33” Jason tells Jaron. But Jaron wasn’t the only person living in the dark when it came to Jason’s secret life. Jason was involved in an LTR with Carolyn Moos, a former WNBA player. Collins was with her for eight years and at one point, they were engaged. So it came as a surprise to her as well.
Collins is a Sag (12/2/78) at 9 degrees. He has Moon in Capricorn, which can signal in men, trouble with women stemming from a cool and business-like relationship with the mother. Often, men with the Capricorn Moon come to some sort of reconciliation with this later in life, which seems to be the case with Collins, though instead of embracing the feminine, he in some ways is rejecting it entirely in his open declaration in his preference for men. It should be noted that the story broke on 4/29 at 11:01 AM, where the Moon had just entered . . .Capricorn.
Collins’ aspects, in some ways are fairly unremarkable. He has a nice, Sun/Jupiter trine (Sag/Leo) which is good for sports, but his Jupiter is retrograde. Here we see Leo, the male principle in retreat. He also has Mercury in Sag in a wide orb (9 degrees) to both Jupiter and the Sun. It too is retrograde. So given the retrograde motion of both planets, it actually makes a lot of sense that he would go about his bizness in this sort of confusing and roundabout fashion.
When we look at relationships, Venus is always the first stop and Collins has it in Scorpio at 7 degrees. With Saturn at 8 degrees on 4/29, something had to give for him and it did. The compression of Saturn on Venus forced him to go public with his sex (Scorpio) preference. However, this was likely not easy for him with Chiron in Taurus at 5 opposing his natal Venus. Chiron is the vicar of shame in the chart and for Collins it was obviously around the body and ultimately, what turns him on. With Mars at 6 Taurus, squatting right on his Chiron as well, it was high noon for “The Center of Attention.” Yes, that’s a play on words, since Collins plays center in the NBA or perhaps played, because you see, while there was a cosmic expediency at work, he has just finished his last contract with Washington and at 34, with a resume that reeks of career back-up, it’s doubtful that he would have seen another six-figure-payday. So in some ways, the timing couldn’t be better for the seven-foot-cause-celbre. He can now transition from hoops to fifteen-minutes-of-forever, the jolly-gay-giant, part Rosa Parks, part Jackie Robinson, part Johnny Mathis. With socially primed pumps, when opportunity knocks, you bend over slightly, make sure your head doesn’t hit the top of the door frame and you step through it. That’s just what he did.
Now Chris Broussard plays his role too. Broussard just happens to be a Scorpio (10/28/68) and his Sun, at 4 degrees, just 3 degrees off of Collins’ Venus, was also being hit by stormy Saturn. Compression, meet expression. Broussard unleashed his his thoughts regarding not just Collins’ sexual preference, but sex in general, since Broussard also damned sex-loving, out-of-wedlock sinners in his all-purpose damnation (This in fact is likely what might have saved his job). But we can also see where his moral purity comes from in his chart. He has both Mars and Jupiter in Virgo, the sign of course of Mother Mary (The Virgin). What we have here is the pie of piety. Broussard also has Moon in Aquarius, and while that Moon can be rather kinky (I like to watch) it is also emotionally iconoclastic. Don’t ever tell an Aquarian Moon person what to feel. They’ll likely hit you upside the head with a clenched fist of contrary and make sure you’ll never do it again.
So what we have here is the heavy hand of Saturn pressing down, forcing out the moral, sexual and personal motivations and justifications for choosing a code to live and perhaps professionally die bye. In essence, Collins and Broussard are actors in a cosmic passion play, sparking the flux field of duality even more. And then, there’s Tim Tebow . . .
While Jason Collins was being feted about, the toast of the feel-good-media-mafia, held up as an exemplar for courage and honesty, Tim Tebow was being given his walking papers by the New York Jets. The image of Tebow leaving the Jets facility, alone, with a simple rucksack gave the impression of him as more of a homeless person, than a professional quarterback without a home team. It’s a stark contrast to Collins’ mile-wide-smile and depiction of utter beatitude. Just a little over-a-year-ago, Tebow became the starter for a Denver Bronco team that was going south faster than Nazis after WWII. All Tebow did was win. It wasn’t always pretty, but there were times that were utterly supernatural. Known for wearing John 3:16 eyeblack under his eyes, Tebow’s playoff win against the Steelers provided some miraculous numerology. On that day, when Tebow led his team to victory and a chance to play the New England Patriots in the AFC championship game, some of the key stats were as follows; He threw for 316 yards, he averaged 31.6 yards per pass and the Neilsen ratings were 31.6. What did it get him? A one-way-ticket to Babylon, playing QB for Jets owner, Woody Johnson, who had just lost his daughter, Casey, under very strange circumstances. Casey’s last lover was Tila Tequila, who hasn’t stopped yammering about the dangers of the illuminati ever since Casey Johnson’s death.
That’s where Tim Tebow wound up.
Tebow is a modern, imitation of Christ, performing miracles, sixty-minutes on Sunday and now, he’s been banished into the wilderness. No team wants him and the media is more than willing to spear him with their depiction of his bleak destiny. They mock and laugh him when the Lingerie League offers him a contract when there’s not one NFL team that has. But another JC (Jason Collins) who never averaged more than seven points per game for seven different teams, is socailly canonized not anything that he’s done, but simply because he’s gone public with where he puts his junk, in a sport that he might not ever play in again at a professional level. Oh yeah, while we’re focusing on this, Harry Reid is slipping the national ID card in the immigration reform bill.
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