Mercury rises like Orpheus through the labyrinth of the 12th House. The path out of hell stretches across the desert on highway 10. Eyes straight ahead, affixed on the horizon, the mournful cries of the past fade into whispers on the wind. The ride stretches through scrub brush and tumbleweeds, across the vast existential plain of the American southwest where thoughts fade into the immensity of the landscape. Somewhere below the surface, alien voices unlock in clicks and whirs, sharing an uneasy truce between them and their mammalian counterparts, risking knowledge for sanity in their quest to fulfill science’s greatest task; to elevate man to godlike status.
And so it goes, the highway uncoiling like a snake against the vastness of West Texas. The air temperature drops and the winds ram into us, headfirst, sucking out 5 MPH. And then, for what seems like half the country behind us, we land.
Its been nearly a month since I posted anything. Its not for want of content or ideas, but when Mercury took that descent, down into my 12th, I could feel the energies surging and churning beneath the surface–molten thoughts and mercurial states–unformed but fluid–in abeyance. In addition to the cyclical re-coding, the move loomed like a Sphinx across the shadowy realms of my sub-conscious. Its been seven years since I left the south of California for the north and the cycle has come to a close. Moving halfway across the country has taken much of my inner and outer focus. This is a nine year and September was a nine month. The circus was leaving town. Along the way I missed (sort of) the shift of Saturn from Libra to Scorpio.
It got me thinking about Saturn a great deal and how its role is to act as a vacuum chamber in our lives, compressing the elements of the sign it its in, along with the house location. There’s more to Saturn obviously, but it this is its most fundamental purpose. Saturn is gravity (I guess that makes Jupiter levity, but I digress).
It didn’t take Saturn in Scorp long to rear its scaly head, did it? Young April Jones went missing in Wales and the suspect was one, Mark Bridger. Notice the tattoo on Bridger’s chest. This was a clear sign, just days into the planetary shift that Scorpio had arrived.
I had been talking about these times for months now. It started with the arrest and subsequent trial of Jerry Sandusky. Sandusky BTW was sentenced the day Saturn went into Scorpio. These were going to be days of dark revelations starting with sordid, child sex scandals. No sooner did the virtual ink dry on Sandusky did the name Jimmy Saville (sav-ill as my english friends have instructed me on the pronunciation) begin to break headlines across the Atlantic. The late Saville was the British version of Alan Freed and Dick Clark rolled into one. He was knighted as one of England’s great presenters and rock and roll impresarios. Well Jimmy had a taste for boys and girls. A big taste. A mega meal taste it appears as one-by-one, his accusers have come forward. But the rot don’t stop there. Oh no. It was just announced today, that Gary Glitter, a pal of Saville’s has just been arrested. It could be the first of many.
The British authorities have dubbed their investigation into Saville, “Operation Yew Tree.” Its an interesting name. The Yew Tree is also known as the “Yggdrasil” The rune “Eihwaz” is associated with the Yew/Yggdrasil. It was the tree upon which Odin was suspended. The Yew tree has been considered poisonous for many years and thus has taken on the visage of death. it is symbolic with the underworld and as such, Odin is suspended from the tree in a hanged man, nordic, imitation of Christ.
As he is suspended and meets his fate, at the very roots of the Yew, an Eagle descended to the top of its branches. The eagle is the sign of wisdom, one half of Scorpio’s codex magica.
At this point, Odin is given the secret of the runes, which become the foundation of the northern language through the runic alphabet. All the runes aka the “elder Futhark” are hidden with the Yew tree itself. So the Yew is the keeper of secrets.
For Odin, his suspension upon the Yew is the dark night of the soul, which leads to resurrection and redemption. Another, very Scorpionic characteristic.
So we can see that the universe is speaking quite clearly to us, through symbolic, if not intentional language.
Saturn in Scorpio is the compression of forces that need to rise to the surface and rise they shall.
When we look back to the last time Saturn was in Scorpio, we can see some very unsettling yet trend worthy events to take note of.
Saturn just snuck into Scorpio at the end of 1982. In fact, on 11/30, Michael jackson released Thriller at 0 degrees Saturn in Scorpio. The record would go on to become the largest selling record of all time, driven by the title track which featured a famous video that’s a journey to the underworld, where zombies shimmy and break, shuck and jive while Vincent Price summons the undead. Its also interesting to note that Jackson would also undergo his own legal challenges regarding man-boy love. The Pepsi commercial where his hair would catch on fire would be a turning point for Jackson, both physically and psychologically. Its rumored that his burnt hair would never re-grow fully to its natural luster and length, due to the fact that his father, Joe had had him castrated at the age of 10, which is why Michael would never be able to have facial hair or “real” hair as an adult.
Thriller itself is a particularly interesting cultural phenomenon as it relates to Saturn in Scorpio. It would be the first track by a “black” artist to appear on MTV and provide a shot of melanin into the mostly white programming of funny hair bands like Kajagoogoo and A Flock Of Seagulls. So in its own way, It manifested darkness, both literally and symbolically onto the cable systems across America.
Michael was poised to become the new Elvis as a result in reverse. Elvis made black music white and Michael, by employing the likes of Eddie Van Halen would make white music black.
In many ways, Thriller with all of its trauma based programming, both inherent in the song and in Michael’s own life would become the invocation of the next twenty-nine-year Saturn cycle, which culminated with Saturn’s end in Libra and beginning in Scorpio. Ironic that a figure like Jackson, who was haunted by abuse from many different angles would set the cycle off with the most successful piece of commercial art of all time.
Its also ironic that the zombies which boogie through the video would also be resurrected during this phase as well as the HALO Corporation is holding zombie defense drills in San Diego as i type.
In 2012, just as we saw the dark seeds of Saturn in Scorpio getting sewn over the Summer when the Sandusky case came to light, we can see something fairly similar in 1982. In September, on the 5th, an Iowa paperboy known as Johnny Gosch was kidnapped. Gosch would later make headlines in the underground press as the younger alter-ego for “Jeff Gannon.” Gannon you might remember was the bald-headed-fetish for on GW Bush, getting all kinds of overnight access and backstage passes at the oval office. Gannon also ran an escort service for men that were interested in hanging out with para-military love interest types. And, he got to lob softball questions to his presidential bro when the heat got a little too hot in the rose garden. I’m truly amazed by how asleep the so-called Christians were to all of this when their man was sitting in the executive suite–well, not really.
So Mercury has pierced my ascendent and I hope it leads to more posts. I’ve been fairly active on the radio front up till last week and I’ll be going live on the radio front again next week from my new location. Speaking of Christians . . . .I was stranded with a truck full of my past when I asked a new neighbor if he knew of anyone hat could help me. Almost immediately he bounced out of his house with his friend. His name was “Boris” and he’s originally from Mexico. I wondered if his parents had some sort of Trotskyeseque cum Diego Rivera thing going on? Anyway, he and Joe, his buddy agreed to help me empty the whole damn thing, even if it cut into their bible study. These were two, Christian men. I’ve always been down with the concept of charity and good will, which was conspicuously absent in other, more closely related circles. It always blows me away by how random strangers can outstrip ones own kin at times, but that’s another post altogether.
Yesterday, I circumnavigated the asphalt byways via city transit where I met Lucius, a dark skinned man in an athletic suit that was black and silver, with a bifurcated 6 on his back, hustling food from local churches. I’m surrounded by primitive Baptists and reformed Catholics as the dark revelations unfold.
While many uneasy questions keep getting asked in the aftermath of the Benghazi affair, mother nature, end times turbulence and a few, well placed atmospheric amplification systems have summoned superstorm Sandy from the froth of the Caribbean, to the shores of the American northeast, where millions have gone without power, roads shut down and schools canceled. While Manhattan was under water, more serious issues are surfacing. Oyster Creek, a nuclear power plant in New Jersey has had their power supply disrupted and they are now on alert. Without power, there’s a level of danger that can reach Fukushima like proportions. Just six more inches of flooding can stop Oyster Creeks from cooling. This is potentially disastrous. There are 25 nuke plants in Sandy’s path of destruction. The waters rose to a greater height in the Tauran Full Moon, opposite the Scorpionic Sun. Sun, Saturn and True Node all in Scorpio, with Neptune and Chiron in Pisces. That’s a lot of water.
Casting a chart for 12 Noon New York time on the 29th yields some interesting results. Pluto in Cap is directly on the ASC. Pluto of course rules Scorpio. Pluto is plutonium. On this chart, it’s part of an intense Cardinal T-Square with Venus and Uranus. As we’ve seen so far, the testy square between Uranus and Pluto does not make for cozy bed fellowing. Its explosive, chaotic and culturally disruptive. While I don’t think that they would go so far as to fire up HAARP just to make the Benghazi thing go away, we can certainly see that Venus in Libra in the 9th (diplomacy abroad) is being severely tested by what’s happening locally (Uranus/Third) and the emerging demi-urge from the recesses of the collective imagination with Pluto on the ASC. Using a bit of astro-cartography, both Saturn and the Moon cut right through New York. Here we see the effluvial deluge in motion through Scorpio. Water is emotion and excess of water is the release of denial through emotion, even if this storm was amped, what we’re seeing is the breaking of some emotional barrier and what’s leftover will be even more interesting than the initial impact of its force. In the aftermath, people will weep or sigh. The psychic air needs some very deep cleansing. Atmospheric catharsis is fine as long as people don’t have to go through some form of nuclear meltdown as well. In which case, there is simply more stress upon stress, weighing down the overburdened backs of the modern American. We don’t need another Fukushima or Katrina to cower before the false gods of this world–old Yahweh still exacting his ancient and primeval obedience and scorn upon the masses.
Narnia’s Centaur warriors, symbolic of Pluto in Sag generation.
I have long been singing the praises of the generation that has Pluto in Sag. They are coming up and they my friends, are fierce and feisty spiritual warriors. And guess what? They have numbers. There’s lots of them and the first wave are hitting their teens, which means they are mastering their ability to be articulate and to tap into the power of adolescence, which can be incredibly potent, as the psyche cleaves away from it’s embryonic relationship with childhood.
Beginning to see themselves as separate beings, the scales of the world fall from their eyes. It has happened to everyone. The kids in the sixties had their version. My group had to deal with the flagging efforts of a long and ragged war in Vietnam, then Watergate. These kids are coming of age during a time where the veils of illusion are thinner and thinner. Their ability to perceive the injustice and hypocrisy will be unlike any other generations coming of age.
The video below is a breathtaking example of one young man’s awakening. Let us hope and pray that the rest of these young, spiritual warriors cannot and will not be compromised by false agendas and wily gatekeepers. Let us support them in their quest to be determinate and free.
Feel the everlasting and eternal rays from the center of your universe.
It must be the arc of Sol edging closer to Jupiter at 25 degrees in my first house, or perhaps I am dovetailing with the times, but I will share with you, from the most expansive molecules that our creative genius granted me, that we are on the cusp of conscious awareness and the only thing that is separating you from this realization is the shadow of your fear.
You are completely alone.
No one is here to save you.
No UFOs. No Ron Paul. No Bono. No Julian Assange. This is it folks. If you can feel your utter al(one)ness then you are one step closer to liberation. You have NOTHING to lose. You are the most beautiful and dangerous expression, this side of the Sun.
So the holidays are here and I am going to give you your holiday survival guide based on the planets in transit. This applies to ALL signs. First off, from here until the 22nd, the Sun is in Sag. That means rollicking good times for everyone. Good cheer, toasting, etc. Everyone gets at least one free pass to do something really stupid, especially if it is powered by your favorite grog or mead. Honorary Sag, Todd Rundgren once said, “Anything worth doing, is worth over doing.” Now, of course, you cannot drive, because during this economic climate (and I will get to that later) local communities are hard up for cash, so catching even the most barely tipsy tippler is money in their bank. Walk or taxi when you go out and raise your glass to the spirit of the centaur. Remember, you get one pass to do something you might regret a little now, but at the end of your life, trust me, it won’t make that big of a deal and what the hell; Coronal Mass Ejection, Niburu, Disclosure, Cyberwars. Party like it’s 1999. You just never know. That leads me to the next holiday tip.
Don’t be cheap. No one likes a cheap date or a cheap skate. Dig down and leave a little extra on the tip tray. If you see a ragged bag man or woman, drop them a fiver instead of a one. There for the grace of God go you and I. It’s the holidays. Share your blessings, no matter how humble they are. This is the lesson of The Sun in Sag. Giving and living on faith.
Now, Sag is not the only energy in play. Mercury and Mars are both in Capricorn. This is great news for people that are looking to find ways to show their appreciation for others in a much more shall we say, frugal sense. If you’re buying gifts, go with cash. There are big time bargains out there. That’s the trend. Most people are eschewing credit cards, much to the chagrin of Chase, et al. Capricorn is also very, very resourceful. Look to barter. If you can exchange a skill for another skill or good, say, jams for a massage, or car repair for a gym membership, go for it. Capricorn supports that kind of creative exchange and it is more in the spirit of the season anyway. Don’t be afraid to barter–it builds community and really conveys the spirit of giving.
Then there’s Venus. Good old Venus. Try holding some mistletoe over the second chakra, unless of course you’re Al Gore’s massage therapist. Yes it’s a season to be nice, but also naughty as well (see the first paragraph). Don’t worry, cool headed Saturn in Libra is always there on the side, to put things back into balance. You can mess around or mess up and it all gets weighed up and parsed out. Everyone gets at least one pass.
Cresting with the peak of the season is the wild, full-lunar-eclipse, that will be visible in the eastern part of the skies in the US. This will happen on the 21st and will add a ton of confusion, especially if you’re traveling, throw in a little Merc retrograde in Capricorn and I would urge extra caution. It’s generally considered a bad time to travel during a full, lunar eclipse, so if you can get out of dodge before or after, I’d highly recommend it. Look for massive TSA hassles. If you work retail, God help you. Retail will experience a record number of returns this year.
So in a nutshell, here’s what you need to do to get through:
1) Lose yourself at least once.
2) Make sure you do not drive.
3) Look for bargains and barter.
4) Mistletoe low.
5) Chill under the eclipse.
And remember, be generous. Everyone hates a cheapskate.
Is the child on the far right a young Julian Assange?
So just who the hell is Julian Assange? His ghostly and gaunt visage strikes a slightly gothic pose, world weary wiki-leaker, man on the run from everything but his conscience. That is the alternate image. The other reflection is that he is the devil incarnate, putting soldiers lives at risk, taking a wrecking ball to democracy, finishing off America with a flurry of demoralizing cables to the solar plexus. Oh, but wait! There might be some really good UFO stuff!
However, that juicy little tidbit, hanging ever so temptingly on the side of the table, waiting to drop into the mouths of starved believers, must apparently wait. Truth’s man on the run is now cooling his heels in London, surrendering to Scotland Yard, determined to clear his name. He is two steps away from the cross, a scapegoat for the half truths served up by gate keepers that are getting ready to slam the door shut on the internet and whistle-blowers in general.
Julian Assange is precariously poised and ready to be the hanged man for the truth movement, with dire consequences as a result of not his actual leakage, but apparently some other unsavory behavior, you know like rape. Major momentum killer.
So now he will have to defend himself against charges, which may or may not be true, meanwhile Wikileaks has become synonymous with security issues and quite possibly, treason, but since Assange is a man without a home, it’s really hard to trace where the treasonous roots emerge from. His soil is the soil of the planet and of course he becomes the perfect fall guy, since he is everywhere and nowhere.
Assange is the manifold personality of the Net itself. He’s not so much a person, but an avatar, and I mean this in the game playing sense, not in the Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed. Krishna sense, though there are some that will be ready to unofficially canonize him should the other shoe fall. Yes, in a world dying to be saved, he is unfortunately, the most recent semblance of a savior. The world needs truth now, more than ever, but if your sweaty Texan, radio-heckler version, or your middle-aged, English reptile-hunter version just isn’t cutting it, then the rock star hacker with a heavy dose of aftermath might just do the trick. But let us return to the very first sentence–just who the hell is he?
In the somewhat immortal words of Jimmy Castor, leader of the Castor Bunch, let us go way back, way back into time.
It’s the late seventies and the psychedelic dreams of the love generation have slightly faded. Jerry Rubin has his eyes firmly affixed to Wall Street and Ken Kesey is thinking that people are out to kill him. But not in Australia, where young Julian was hatched into this world on 7/3/71.
Young Julian was the progeny of a two “New Age” parents. One of them, some sort of New Age musician. I would use the wolf/sheep analogy here, but I respect wolves too much. Let’s just say that predatory energies of another kind were some sort of influence in young Julian’s life. Beyond predatory actually. Shall we say, malicious and evil? Okay. I just said it. Let me introduce you to Anne Hamilton-Byrne. Based on what I can piece together, she was like a cross between Joseph Mengele and Alice Bailey. What I am about to share with you is from the other “Wiki” as in pedia. This is what they have to say about Anne Hamilton-Byrne, who was at the center of New Age group called, “The Great White Brotherhood” aka “The Santiniketan Park Association” aka “The Family.”:
“The Santiniketan Park Association, also known as The Family and The Great White Brotherhood, is a controversial New Age group formed in Australia under the leadership of the Yoga teacher Anne Hamilton-Byrne.” There’s more.
Around 1964, Dr. Raynor Johnson was hosting regular meetings of a religious and philosophical discussion group led by Hamilton-Byrne at Santiniketan, his home at Ferny Creek in the Dandenong Ranges on the eastern outskirts of Melbourne. Also connected was a series of weekly talks he gave at the Council of Adult Education in Melbourne, entitled “The Macrocosm and the Microcosm”. The group purchased an adjoining property which they named Santiniketan Park in 1968 and constructed a meeting hall, Santiniketan Lodge. The association consisted of middle class, professional people; it has been estimated that a quarter were nurses and other medical personnel, and that many were recruited by Johnson who referred them to Hamilton-Byrne’s hatha yoga classes. Members mainly lived in nearby suburbs and townships in the Dandenongs, meeting each Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday evening at Santiniketan Lodge, Crowther (Crowther?) House in Olinda or another property in the area known as the White Lodge. And yet, more.
During the late 1960s and 1970s, Newhaven Hospital in Kew was a private psychiatric hospital owned and managed by Marion Villimek, a Santiniketan member; many of its staff and attending psychiatrists were also members.
Many patients at Newhaven were treated with the hallucinogenic drug LSD. The hospital was used to recruit potential new members from among the patients, and also to administer LSD to members under the directions of the Santiniketan psychiatrists Dr John Mackay and Dr Howard Whitaker.v One of the original members of the Association was given LSD, electro convulsive therapy and two leucotomies during the late 1960s. Although the psychiatric hospital had been closed down by 1992, in that year a new inquest was ordered into the death of a Newhaven patient in 1975 after new claims that his death had been due to deep sleep therapy. The inquest heard evidence concerning the use of electro convulsive therapy, LSD, and other practices at Newhaven but found no evidence that deep sleep had been used on this patient. The Newhaven building was later reopened as a nursing home with no connections to its previous owner or uses.”
Since we are in the season of Sag, I naturally came across this video today. It’s actually a pretty remarkable manifestation of Sabian Symbol, 266, aka Sag 26, “A Flag Bearer In Battle.” This symbol is about courage and while the poor, likely drunken lout that led the charge here on the football pit, did not have any lofty pursuit regarding liberty or freedom in mind when he bum rushed the match with his white flag of surrender raised high, but little did he know, that his innocuous act would be picked up by people the world over as a symbol of letting a group of psychopathic bullies know, “enough is enough.”
They couldn’t just take him down and escort him out. Nope. They had to get their psycho-kicks in and a lot of them. There’s security and there’s abuse. The so-called herd decided that they had to rescue one of their own and boy, did they ever. Watch the tape closely. At around fifty seconds, one of the poor goons, just trips and falls as if it were an act of God, face planting right into the humility of the Earth. Let’s just say, he likely had a moment of clarity about his life path from that moment forward.
If you want to see a slightly more Hollywood version of this, it’s Mel Gibson in “The Patriot” where in the final scene, armed only with his flag, he leads the charge and holds the line, changing the course battle and destiny, forever.
Yesterday was the birthday of Bruce Lee and Jimi Hendrix. Two significant, ass-kicking, culture heroes for me and millions of other kids from the sixties and seventies. Not only born on the same day, three years apart, they shared some other unique details regarding one another’s lives. Both were one of five children. Both were troublemakers as youths. Lee was a street fighter and Hendrix, a joy-rider. Both eventually gained popularity in countries other than their own (Lee, The USA, Hendrix, UK). Both lived in Seattle and both are basically buried there (Lee in Seattle, Hendrix in Renton). Both had two kids, one boy, one girl. Both had Nordic/Caucasian mates (Monika Dannemman/Linda Lee). And yes, they knew each other. Both died under mysterious circumstances. But what we remember most about each of them is how they took their respective crafts to stratospheric heights.
When Hendrix landed in London, Clapton and Pete Townsend were both spell bound and terrified of Jimi’s chops. The Who even refused to go on stage after Hendrix at Monterrey Pop. With Lee, he was often chastised by Chinese masters to not teach his craft to Americans. Lee refused to bow down and challenged the masters to send someone over to his school in Oakland to settle it once and for all. Lee decimated the poor lout. From there, they began to innovate and extrapolate on their work. But as we look at their charts, we can see how each one was taking a different vector.
Jimi had a tight stellium in Sag (Sun/Merc/Venus). Sun and Mercury took up residence at the edge of his eleventh house, freedom loving and iconoclastic. Venus dipped into the 12th house, the house of source and mystery, the house where likely, his last lover Monika Dannemann had some knowledge regarding the mystery of Jimi’s death. Hendrix was likely killed by his manager, who was freaking out over the fact that Jimi was going to dump him. He’d rather sacrifice the cash cow then let it get away. Coroners found unusual amounts of wine soaked in Jimi’s lungs. Never one for downers, they were forced down his throat with large amounts of wine. Hendrix eventually choked on his own vomit. Snuffing rock stars goes all the way back to Jesus. The royalties on Psalms were priceless. Jimi was just another sacrifice at the altar of mammon. Buddy Holly took that dive. Brian Jones and Janis too. But I digress.
Hendrix with that wild Sag in the house of the future was all about freedom baby. Moon in Cancer, conjunct Jupiter made him both sensitive and shy, though able to intuit and feel tidal waves of energy, oceans of space across the plains of time. In the 7th house, it made him an intuitive and generous lover/partner. Saturn conjunct Uranus in Pisces lent him some real discipline in getting his chops down, Saturn in the 6th and Uranus in the 5th. He worked hard at his craft and he was unconventionally creative. Flamboyant to the extreme. Of course, there is Pluto in Leo, like a Golem in the 8th house. Fortunately, for Jimi, it was in the service of his Sag stellium, trining all three. What’s amazing about Hendrix’s chart is that from The Sun to Pluto, he has no squares! Oppositions, but zero squares. They do show up in his True Node and Chiron. In fact, he has a crisis of squares in Chiron, as it squares that same Sag stellium, plus Uranus in Pisces. Chiron in Leo made him compelling and magnetic, but also extremely vulnerable when performing. But zero squares. Bruce Lee’s chart is equally remarkable
While Jimi was exploring the moons of Jupiter in his art, via his Sag stellium, Lee had dueling stelliums. His Sag Sun was the only Sag planet in his chart, he had Moon/Merc/VenusMars all in Scorpio. Moon and Mercury were conjunct, while Venus and Mars were connected. But the four of them were not conjunct together. Lee was instinctual, to the point of being psychic. Mars in Scorpio gave him great generative and regenerative powers. In fact, while training, he nearly broke his back. His ability to recuperate is legendary. But sitting across from that mass of psychic wiring, he had Saturn. Jupiter and Uranus, all in Taurus. The clearly illustrates how deeply invested Lee was in controlling the mind (Scorpio) over the body (Taurus) and unleashing the body in the service of the mind as defined by will. Like Hendrix, Lee also has Pluto in the 8th, but his Pluto is in a dangerous square dance with Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, Venus and The Moon. Pluto squaring all those planets was Lee’s razors edge, particularly the Mars/Venus squares. His Sun oddly enough is un-aspected until it hits Pluto, which it trines. The Sun/Pluto trine is immense power. But Lee’s chart is marked by oppositions–nine in all.
With Sun in the 12th house and the Scorp stellium, it’s no wonder Lee’s great analogy is associated with water. “Be like water” was his famous saying. “When water is in a cup, it becomes the cup.” His chart has almost too much energy. A Grand, fixed square, Pluto in the 8th, Scorp/Taurus stellium was more than a normal human could bear. It would take the likes of a Bruce Lee to survive such powerful aspects. With Neptune in the 10th house, Lee was destined to be a philosopher, a mystic. A warrior/poet.
Hendrix and Lee were cultural giants. Mythical icons. Super men. Deeply flawed in some ways as humans, but they blazed a trail across the skies of our minds and attained and immortality that befits their outrageous gifts.
My English doppelganger, Darren Williams, delivers angles, asides and observations from his perch in LIverpool. Darren is a two of clubs as am I (the conversation card) and hails from where my grandmother was born and raised. Darren's observations from the world of sport, esoterica, music, the BBC and film are top notch.
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FREE ASSOCIATION RADIO
Here are some past episodes from my various programs on Free Association Radio. These are interviews with some of the leading edge thinkers on the planet, from the realms of quantum healing, ancient mysteries, exo-politics, astrology and consciousness.
David Ian Cowan (Navigating The Collapse Of Time) and Sarah Nash (The Cosmic Hooker): Quantum Healing.