Leaving Denver was very different yesterday. The Rocky Mountain dump that was just beginning when I left last Thursday night was melting and the Green Shuttle shot across the glistening toll road like a rivulet of grace, gliding towards DIA where of course the talk about the underground city and all things occult associated with DIA came up. We talked about the crazed blue horse that greets everyone upon their arrival, a true nightmare, eyes glowing in the high winter sun, crazed and apocalyptic.
The driver told us that when they hoisted the horse’s head upon the torso at his studio, it fell and struck the sculptor of the beast (Luis Jimenez) in the leg, severing his femoral artery, whereupon he bled to death. That was on June 13, 2006, when the Sun was at 21 Gemini and Pluto was at 25 Sag. So we have a Sun/Pluto opposition. Duality. Strangely enough, Sag is slightly dual as well, being half horse and half man and all. The Femoral Artery starts right at the lower part of the hips, upper thigh, where the sacral region descends downward into the lower torso, which is where our “lower” nature resides. So the head of the horse, symbolic of it’s thinking capacity severed it’s creator off from his instinctual, or animal self. Flipping the script with Gemini curiosity and deftness. The thighs/knees also rule Sag.
We then talked about the other creature on the east side of the airport, a large statue of Anubis, keeper of the dead, guardian of the underworld. I suppose if you were to have a deep, underground base, you might want to have Anubis presiding over it’s safety and security. Interestingly enough, you can’t get to the east side of DIA now, since they are building a massive hotel and and convention center at the mouth of it, just past the indigo night mare. So now the upper part of DIA is becoming more and more like a city itself, with each passing day.
BE LIKE WATER
Once I entered the belly of the beast that is DIA, I descended downward into the entrails of the TSA, where our identities are masticated, our personal belongings broken down and our bodies passed through the electromagnetic colon and we come out the other side, reassembling our various pieces of scattered matter back into form. Only this time it was much different for me.
I entered the line and there was a woman asking me to touch a small, blue screen. I did. And from there we were either shuttled into the left line or the right. I thought this was very odd. Why didn’t they just say go to the left or the right? Why did we have to swipe our digits across that touchscreen? Well, my best guess was that this was a way for people to get used to offering up their fingerprints for TSA as the next level of security measures are about to kick in, which always means more technology, more personnel to run them, more money for training, etc., etc.. It’s a cash calf at this point.
So the right side of the line was a little station where they were checking palms for explosive powder. Another fun little sideshow on your way to someplace else. For some reason, they weren’t that interested in reading my palms for their explosive potential. I got straight to the front, while those on the left were still snaking their way through TSA’s lower intestines. Not only did I get to the front, fast, I even went through the old school scanner without taking off my shoes, removing my computer or belt. It was like it was 1989 all over again. Once I slipped through, on the other side, people were getting the pat down and the feel up. Luggage was deconstructed and strewn upon grey, plastic tubs. it was like I was operating in a separate reality–not that I am complaining mind you.
When I got back one of the long time listeners to the show sent me a rather extraordinary email, which I am sharing with you in it’s entirety, right here. It was in response to last week’s show with Andrew Norton Webber. Andrew is a proponent of drinking nothing but distilled water, but also Orine, or what most of us call, “urine.” It was a slightly controversial show as some people couldn’t swallow the concept of drinking one’s own pee. But someone could and did. Here is what they wrote:
OK I was totally haunted by last week’s show. I mean it really got to me. So I read The Water of Life on Saturday and I was absolutely lit up by the info.
I’m a healthy person and haven’t had any significant health issues but every time I go to the doctor to address an issue, I’m given another prescription. I was becoming slightly alarmed looking at the 4 pills I take every morning – allergy, heartburn and two different ones to manage menstrual/menopause symptoms. I didn’t want to be a lifelong pill popper for every symptom that came up – it just didn’t align. I’m in touch with my body enough to know I can ask for inner guidance for healing so your show was timely even though I spent most of my time listening with my mouth hanging open:)
Sat night after reading the book, I decided to start the next morning but to get an idea of the taste, I did a couple of drops under my tongue and rubbed some onto a tooth that I had been nursing with salt water rinses. The jolt I got was immediate. My mouth tingled and actually wanted more! The spot where my abscess was shrank within 10 minutes and the “buzz” I got kept me up for hours into the night. When I finally slept, I dreamt of drinking my water and pouring it over me from head to toe.
I got right up Sunday AM and drank my morning brew! I also saved some and have been using it on my skin. Robert, I’ve taken to this like I’ve been doing it for years! It’s the most natural thing I’ve ever experienced.
This morning, I did not take one pill. Normally, by 10a my heartburn is alerting me that I’m late and I’m going to be sorry if I don’t do something quick. Nothing – all good. My allergies – zero symptoms. I didn’t take a pill for my hot flashes last night and had a peaceful (read: dry) night. At work we had a lunch meeting today and since pasta with red sauce was on the menu, I went and drank another cup just for reinforcement and I sit here writing to you 2 hours later with no trace of heartburn.
I have talked to NO ONE about this. I don’t know anyone who can handle it. Of course now I recall old people saying things like “pee on it” when talking about bug bites and stings but I don’t recall anyone saying drink it:)
Four days of this and I’m all in and can say the changes have been immediate and well worth the initial discomfort of imbibing from your loins. I look forward to what develops as time goes on.
Once again, I write to thank you for what you do. This is a life changing decision. I mean I really feel like this changed the trajectory of my life.”
Needless to say, I was a little blown away, but it got me to think about Chiron in Pisces and Neptune in Pisces and perhaps the alchemical mystery behind all of this. If Chiron is the activator of shame and perhaps guilt, then perhaps this statement might shed a little light on this taboo subject. I was fascinated by the possibility that there could be some healing properties associated with redeeming one of the most irredeemable of our body functions. And with Virgo as the back end of Pisces, there might just be some real knowledge here, streaming forth into our consciousness.
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.
Its amazing that a film that no one in this country has seen is now a powder keg for unrest, violence and even death. “Desert Warrior” would have gone unnoticed had it not been translated into local dialects and shown in Egypt. Now, the $5,000,000, low-budget-clunker depicting Mohammed as a murderer, child molester and womanizer has sent the muslim world ablaze, no doubt fomented by certain groups that have a considerable interest in fanning the flames of an ancient conflict. Hello Mr. Pike. The Islamic threat, now manifest in rage becomes an election issue. Romney sticks his hamfist right in the gut of decency, revealing his war mongering roots. Keep in mind that Romneys cabinet will consist of the same neoclowns that hijacked America during the Bush admin and brought us a “clear break” with the fall of the twin towers, now 11 years in the rear view mirror. There’s that magic number.
Now that doesn’t get Obama off the hook either. He’s just biding time until the first week in November. The next four years are going to be, well, biblical in proportion. Post 12/21/12, on the global stage, the gloves are off. Its bare knuckled tyranny. But there is hope! Oh yea, I say onto thee, there is real hope, but Jacob’s ladder shall not descend for at least another four to five parables, I mean paragraphs.
Let’s look at the astrological fuel behind the Islamofuror.
When we think of a sign that represents the most fundamental aspects of the human experience, its “Taurus.” Taurus is representative for everything from learning how to clench your anus and release at the appropriate time and place, to eating right, to having enough zeros and ones in your bank account, to having a roof over your head. In Maslowian terms, it is keystone to the pyramid that is the hierarchy of needs. Without the “fundamentals” life is pretty damned hard. Taurus is the root chakra of the zodiac. If you haven’t noticed, the nodes on the Moon shifted and the N Node is in Scorpio and the S Node is in Taurus. The south node typically represents the regressive aspect of the N/S dipole.
In the chart of the individual, the South Node is where you’ve been, either in this life or others. Its great to tap into it as a touchstone, but it’s not where you want to live. You want to camp out in the North Node. That’s where its happening. The North Node is the polestar, the true north of the chart. Follow it and you’ll find doors that open, success as an expression of essence.
So here we have the most “fundamental” sign being being played out in the realm of. . . fundamentalism . . .not just fundamentalist Islam, which is rebelling agains the blasphemous portrayal of its spiritual figurehead, but also a fundamental form of christianity (supposedly).
The film was made by someone named, “Sam Bacile.” It’s a pseudonym of course. Its been rumored that Bacile is an Israeli real estate developer living in California. But this has been refuted by others who claim he is a “coptic christian” because they went to his house and saw all kinds of christian statuary on his property. Right.
Anyway, Terry Jones, the incendiary pastor from Florida is in on this one as well. Jones as you might recall wanted to burn the Koran. Any moderate search of Jones yields the portrait of a highly dubious character, one who is likely in the employ of people who have a vested interest in stirring up a hornets nest of dissent. Jones btw is a “zionist christian.” These are christians that believe in the rapture/jesus/rambo model of redemption, with Israel as a centerpiece for revelations. Fueling an epic, religious conflagration would only bring that ideology forward, faster.
The relationship between dispensationalist American preachers and Israel has resulted in a strange miscegenation of faith, one where Jesus is removed entirely from the picture until the final moments and even then, its becoming less clear as to who he’s gonna exterminate, because over time and thanks to the likes of John Hagee, Tim LaHaye and Pat Robertson, the infidels are the muslims, not our “jewish” brethren and they are the ones that will feel the wrath of god for the promotion of their false messiah.
The amount of money that flows from America to Israel from these men through their networks and churches is prodigious, enough for Hagee to have a gymnasium in Ashkalon named after him. Have you ever seen John Hagee? They should have named the local Wendys after him instead.
So what we’re seeing is the fundamental aspect of the South Node being exploited, Fudmentalism is being brought forward and who is doing the dragging through the burning sands of disbelief? Its the North Node in Scorpio.
The North Node in Scorpio, in a perfect world is a laser unto the cancerous paradigm of corruption and deceit. its a beacon of of empowerment and endurance in each individual, a tractor beam of sagacity and endurance to pull us through touch economic times ahead. It may take a few more degrees for us to get used to it, but for now, its old school Scorpio and deception. Its underworld stratagems and fixed attitudes and beliefs. Its, “By way of deception thou shalt do war.”
So who the hell is Sam Bacille and Steve Klein and how are they spinning this Moon pie of split antipodes? Well Bacille’s “real name” is “Nakoula Baselly” or is it? He’s also been traced to other names such as Nicola Bacily and Erwin Salameh. Under those aliases and his own name, he’s been convicted of larceny and had to pay over $750,000 in restitution. He was also ordered by a judge to stay away from the internet for five years. He was essentially convicted in a check kiting scheme. Check kiting and the internet? Can you say, “Hello, my name is “Kipchoge” and I am a political prisoner in Nigeria with a large amount of US dollars that I need to have moved quickly via Western Union, can you please help?” $750,000 is a lot of cabbage. As I mentioned earlier, he also said he was Israeli and with the help of the Israeli community raised five mill for the deplorable film.
We can’t have a discussion of deception with tapping Chiron (Christos) in Pisces, which from a cosmic level is the manipulation of faith and orthodox religions, it is the puss head of a blister, an infected system, all the way from penis-sucking moyels, to pederastic popes, to the chattel call of women in 13th century finery. Now the plus side is that we can see the wanton manipulation of religion right before our very eyes. The negative charge is that this can be exploited as well as a broadside against faith in general. Kill the old gods for the new. Chiron in Pisces is the flaying of God as manipulated religious discord.
One of the things we’ve learned from Arab Spring is how much the west was invested in fomenting the Twitter revolutions. Soros, through his proxies in Serbia and other places helped engineer the original coup in Egypt and now, what’s disturbing is that there is information coming out that the US consulate knew of the attacks in advance and in fact, the marines that were guarding the consulate were not only told not to fire, but their guns did not have live ammo. This is being refuted by the pundits on the left as being a spurious rumor started by Norman Podhoretz. But it is clear that some foreknowledge of the event was in hand at the embassy itself.
September 12th is an important date in history. While September 11th is generally considered the birth of the dark new age, its the day after the event itself which became the clarion call to war and revenge. September 12th is historically recognized as the date of one of the most epic battles in the history of the planet; The Battle Of Marathon, where the Athenians eventually defeat the Persians, Its also the date of the Austro-Ottoman War (1640) which was known as “The Great Turkish War.” In 1974, Haille Selasie, the Lion of Judah was deposed. In 1977, Steve Biko was killed in police custody. Ironically, the UN lifted sanctions on Libya in 2003 on 9/12 for accepting responsibility for the Lockerbie bombing. Ironically, September 12th is “Programmer’s Day” where software programmers from around the world can hoist Red Bulls to their brilliance. Lastly it is the “Feast Of Mary” the day where the Catholic church formally honors the mother of Jesus, which some alternative researchers believe is a clue which reveals that the true birthday of Christ is September 11th.
The attack in Libya took place just days after the Illuminati Clock ran out. The Middle East and now North Africa are on fire. Christopher Stevens was the diplomat that was killed. His name is also fairly interesting. Christopher essentially means “Christ” and “Ophir” which means “abundance” or “gold.” Christopher equals the “Golden Christ.” Steven(s) is based on the name of St. Stephen, which is derived from the Greek name, “Stephanos” which translates into “crown,” “wreath” and “honor.” The name “Steven” is significant to Christians: according to the Book of Acts in the New Testament, Saint Stephen was a deacon who was stoned to death and is regarded as the first Christian martyr. So here we have the image of a double martyr in the name and visage of “Christopher Stevens.”
We can’t end this post without mentioning Albert Pike and his letter to the Italian Illuminist, Giuseppie Mazinni, In the letter, Pike outlines his vision of third world war. Here it is below with the third and most illuminating passage.
The Third World War must be fomented by taking advantage of the differences caused by the “agentur” of the “Illuminati” between the political Zionists and the leaders of Islamic World. The war must be conducted in such a way that Islam (the Moslem Arabic World) and political Zionism (the State of Israel) mutually destroy each other. Meanwhile the other nations, once more divided on this issue will be constrained to fight to the point of complete physical, moral, spiritual and economical exhaustion…We shall unleash the Nihilists and the atheists, and we shall provoke a formidable social cataclysm which in all its horror will show clearly to the nations the effect of absolute atheism, origin of savagery and of the most bloody turmoil. Then everywhere, the citizens, obliged to defend themselves against the world minority of revolutionaries, will exterminate those destroyers of civilization, and the multitude, disillusioned with Christianity, whose deistic spirits will from that moment be without compass or direction, anxious for an ideal, but without knowing where to render its adoration, will receive the true light through the universal manifestation of the pure doctrine of Lucifer, brought finally out in the public view. This manifestation will result from the general reactionary movement which will follow the destruction of Christianity and atheism, both conquered and exterminated at the same time.”
Now I promised you a little hope and I must reward you for your patience.
U.S. District Judge Katherine Forrest ruled in favor of Chris Hedges and six other journalists in permanently blocking disputed provisions in the NDAA (National Defense Authorization Act for 2012). Now some people are suggesting that Forrest is soft-pedaling this so that the language can be changed and amended via the next appeal, which the Obama administration has already filed for. But even the smallest fly in the ointment at this point is cause to give thanks and that not all tyrannical machinations are unfolding at light speed. To get even more of a dose of faith, listen to my interview with the amazing Freeman from my show 0n 9/14. We touch on Pike and much more. You can listen here.
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.
This has nothing to do with this post–just do the math.
I’m not the reincarnation of Edgar Cayce or Nostradamus, though it does seem like having those disincarnate bonafides will get you 30 to 40 minutes on the History Channel or Coast-To-Coast, whenever deemed necessary. Yes, I’m talking about David Wilcock and Louis (Louie) Turi if you haven’t figured it out. I rarely call out other writers, researchers and hosts, but I am compelled, no driven, no moved by a higher power to examine some of the things that hey have said and or reported over the past few days and weeks. There’s an interesting astrological thread that connects Wilcock and Turi, but I will save it for the end of this column. That’s called a tease in the biz. Now you can go to the end and say “screw you Phoenix” and find out what that connection is and why its important to the narrative, but then you’d miss out on all the juicy stuff in between. Let’s start with Louie Turi.
I met Louie for the first time in 1996. We shared space at the Whole Life Expo, his booth next to mine. I was doing tarot readings, he was doing astrology with his smokin’ hot young wife. I was just going live with the prophecy game and Louie had been at it for a while. I didn’t know much about him, but he gave me a reading (I paid for it) and told me one thing that made total sense; He told me that, “I needed meat–red meat.” He was right. I had been trying to be a vegetarian and I was cold and listless all the time. He didn’t know this, but hit it on the money. That night I had an organic cheeseburger and never looked back.
Louie also taught me about The Dragon’s Head and tail (ie the north and south node) and how they play a significant role in our energy and destiny. He taught me that the North Node was where it was at for this lifetime, and the South Node was where it was in other lives.
I have the North Node in Virgo in my 10th House and the South Node in Pisces in my 4th House. But the way that he described it, it was about the lionization of the North Node and the demonization of the South Node. So in my case, Pisces was kryptonite. According to Louie, I needed to steer a wide birth from anything that looked or smelled fishy. Well, there was some truth to this. I had one Pisces girlfriend that ruined a budding career and another Pisces crush that led me to a hard night in jail. Needless to say, that after this confirmation, I dated everything between Aries and Aquarius, since the 12th sign had become my personal hazmat zone. So I got some solid info from him, which makes what I am about to write even more difficult.
I heard Louie on Coast-To-Coast the other night and I was sadly disappointed by what I heard. In fact, what I heard was downright dangerous.
I listened through his thick, irregular, yet oddly musical French accent talk about how the upcoming Friday (last week) would be, “A very stressful time that could be quite dangerous and that the police had to watch out for the bad guys out there–to take extra pre-caution.” He was talking about terrorists, implying that there could be a “terror threat” out there. When I heard that, it felt like Louie had turned into the Dennis Miller of astrology or what my pal Visible calls the “Christopher Hitchens Syndrome.” Essentially, its someone that changes uniforms in the middle-of-the game. Louie was backing the “terrorist narrative meme.”
I thought to myself, that it was a little shameless, because I know that he knows whats going on. He’s too smart. I may question his politics and his promotion of paradigms, but he’s not naive. Then, he went on a prediction riff and saw more financial and economic chaos for the US in the months ahead. Well, that’s not much of a reach. But then he saw things turning around and once the inevitable crash was going to occur, then there would be a re-structuring of the financial system that would be concurrent with the rise and completion of the “Freedom Tower” now known as the “One World Trade Center” which is essentially the new Tower of Babble, the stratospheric obelisk of the “One World” government.
Louie Turi was pimping out the “New World Order.” George Noory remained his passive self, never really questioning him about his predictions or illuminist predilections, for that matter, which is really the Noory way of things.
Then Louie pimped out his Cosmic Code special for just $24.95 for all “Coast-To-Coast” listeners and I wanted to take a shower. Maybe I could have swallowed his hard hawking (because everyone has gotta make a buck) if he had a little less elite suck in him that night. Maybe I could have glossed over his Ron Popiel astro-pitch, but I just couldn’t. Everything became a schtick for me at that point and no matter what I learned from him in that brief, yet very instructive reading, I just couldn’t take him seriously any more.
In my own peregrinations amongst the stars, I recently stumbled upon the key to the South Node or the Dragon’s Tail, which liberated my understanding of it, removing the negative stigma that I had absorbed all those years ago. As I sat in front of my computer last week, and spoke into it doing a reading for someone and later doing my show, I realized that I was living my South Node in a positive light. There, buried in my Fourth House (Home) I was engaged in mystic arts (Pisces) and broadcasting them to the world in an act of service (Virgo, North Node) in the 10th House. Which led me to my next epiphany.
Since the Nodes exist in opposition, I pondered the whole concept of the opposition, polarity and duality. I began to see the opposition as a loop, a circuit, once liberated from its 2D form. In 3D, the opposition becomes an orbit, or an ellipsis, where the energy and information flows without impedance. The opposition and seeing it in three-dimensional space is the key, THE KEY to integration.
In this regard, even Louie becomes part of my soul’s equation (more on this later, in the tease release). Now its on to David Wilcock.
I rarely talk about or reference David Wilcock, even though Alexa cites “Cosmogenesis” as the site most like mine. There’s a reason why. I have never fully trusted him. Its the whole Edgar Cayce thing. It was too much of a hard sell for me. If you don’t know it, Wilcock claims to be the living incarnation of Edgar Cayce. His story is twisted and synchronistic and a bit laborious. Now if he was Edgar Cayce, would Cayce have made such a big deal out of it? I am not so sure. But let’s say that the Cayce trip isn’t just a false memory inserted by some teen NASA space camp programming, it doesn’t make his work any more credible. Wilcock has been more wrong than Chaz Bono in a speedo. I can’t tell you how many times he’s predicted contact or disclosure and it didn’t happen. His credibility has been stretched so much, that Pricilla Presley and Joan Rivers are envious, and now he’s at it again, with the equally less-than-credible, Benjamin Fulford, claiming that there is going to be mass arrests of leaders, politicians, and bankers, by a third column group of guys in white hats. The arrests of the guys in the dark hats, will herald the dawn of a new age of economics and governance according to Wilcock. Curiously, he and Turi are essentially saying the same things; Things are gonna be great. There’s a gonna be a rough patch, but then it gets better, much better and each has their own version of a warm and fuzzy utopia restored. The synchronous timing around both of these perspectives is fairly interesting to say the least.
I’m not sure where Louie is getting his 411 from. Maybe he’s deriving it from The Dragon’s Head in freedom loving Sag, or he’s getting it like these guys.
Wilcock splashed his feel good over an interview with a whistle-blower named, “Drake.” Drake claims to be a deep insider and he has intimate knowledge that he’s passing onto Wilcock. Well if Drake isn’t just a duck that quacks, I say “hallelujah” and “huzzah.” David Wilcock, be like a broken clock and hit the right time, this time, finally, even if by default. David, all of your Edgar Cayce posturings, funny haircut and major league whiffs on past predictions will be forgiven. I’ll sing you and your oddball buddy Ben Fulford’s praises from that day forward, without fail, but sadly I am not sure that I will be forced to do this. We live in a time of false boobs, hope, flags and alarms. I’ll believe it when I see it on TV, because strangely enough, that’s when the revolution will be televised.
Okay, here comes the reveal moment of the tease. What do David Wilcock and Louie Turi have in common? Pisces. Wilcock is a Pisces Sun (3/8) and Turi has The Dragon’s Head in Pisces, which is where by the way Edgar Cayce (Pisces Sun) and Nostradamus also have The Dragons Head. Interesting eh? I’ve been writing and talking a lot about the intensity of Neptune in Pisces and Chiron in Pisces and how as a cultural influence, we’ve seen it manifest rapidly in the guise of Kony 2012 and even Trayvon Martin, forcing us to separate the projection and illusion from what we can at best discern as reality. Putting on the waders and muddling through the swamps of consensus reality is a heavy trudge at times because we have to use our own lantern of truth to light the way through humanities dark night of the soul. Its the work of the Hermit (Virgo), the wayshower and its something we all have to do on our own. Its so easy to step in line and follow others with the so-called truth, because quite frankly, we’re famished. At a soul level, we’re like malnourished children waiting for our bowl of rice from concerned missionaries piled high with bibles and leather bound redemption.
So when Wilcock or Turi or the new rage, John Kettler, the latest loose lipper sprung by Project Camelot, start unwinding fantastic tales, just take a deep breath and a step back, before you dive in.
So who can we trust? How much are we willing to surrender or suspend our disbelief? Take a good look in the mirror and you’ll find the source of all your epiphanies and revelations.
On another related, Neptunian note, an old friend, Piscean, Peter Darling just published his first novel, a real page turn of international espionage, intrigue, romance and cyber punk. Think Dean Koontz meets William Gibson. You can check out Pete’s book, “Winter Republic” at his website where you can find out more about him and it and order it solid or synthetic. I’ll have Pete on the show, sometime next week to talk more about “Winter Republic.”
I’d been tracking the role of Freemasonic connections in the Trayvon Martin case, starting with Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Louis Farakhan and even Spike Lee. In the newsletter, I had made a connection between Albert Pike and his end-time game plan, which would include the desecration of Christianity (Kony 2012 and the collapse of Jason Russell–with more to follow), WWIII (Syria/Iran) and race conflict and strife in the USA, something that Pike as founder of the KKK would know all-too-well. We can see the racial fires getting stoked in Sanford, thanks mainly to the aforementioned agents of chaos pouring gasoline on the smoldering beach fires.
Well, it seems like those fellows weren’t alone. Here’s Trayvon Martin’s father, “Tracy” clearly displaying his fraternal colors.
Once again, the mists of Neptune and Chiron circulate and swirl around the edges of our perception. Based on this, I am going to throw something out there that might seem radical. Maybe as radical as Jason Russell really being a christian. What if what was purported to take place between Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman didn’t really happen the way either party has portrayed it? Could we be witnessing some sort of scripted drama? I’m just putting it out there in the interest of the surreal nature of our times, at the risk of being sacrilegious, which I humbly apologize for in advance.
If indeed the official story is real and Trayvon did indeed die due to George Zimmerman’s gunplay, its a tragedy that still needs to get uncoiled with cool heads and open hearts.
The stakes here are clear and very high. The fuse of a nation has been lit by this incendiary event and we need to explore ALL facets and possibilities before we rush further and further into the rapids of judgment and mob justice in the twittersphere and beyond.
The other day, I was on the phone with Ellie Crystal. Ellie is legendary. Her site, CrystalLinks has garnered massive amounts of traffic since 2000. Its an eye popping resource fest on the scale of Whale.To and Ken Adachi’s site. She’s circumnavigated the universe of alternative research, esoterica and hidden history. She’s also a high powered, high priced psychic that has read for politicians, actors, bankers and housewives. I had never spoken with her before, but I reached out to have her on my show. After our ten minutes together, I felt like I had been handed a nice, warm, oatmeal cookie by the oracle. Ellie sounds like a less nasally version of Fran Drescher. After she figured out I was not her friend Ron, and that she didn’t like Human Design, our conversation went something like this:
Ellie: You’re from California, aren’t you? Like the Bay Area or San Francisco, right?
Me:Yep. That’s right.
Ellie:I can tell. You must be young. You have a young sounding voice.
Me: No, I’m actually 50.
Ellie:Well you have a youthful voice. Its not a bad thing.
Me: Well thanks I guess.
Ellie: I’m not into the California, Pacific metaphysics. Everyone out there thinks they’re going to the 4th or 5th or that we’re all ascending. I’m not into it. People in California are angry. Silicon Valley isn’t making as much money and the people there don’t have as much money now either. No one is buying their pot. I”m not into the Pacific metaphysics. Do you know what I’m into?
Me: No. What?
Ellie: Quantum physics. Its all a hologram. That’s it. Something is going to happen, 2012/2013 but its not what people think. Do you know what happens when the hologram is over?
Ellie: Its over. I used to do radio. I used to do BlogTalk. I got tired of giving people that were selling books all that free publicity. Just got tired of it. I dunno. I don’t think I can do your show. The notice is too short. I dunno. I don’t think I would be the right guest for you.
Me: Uh, okay. No problem. So do you still do readings.
Ellie: Yes, I still do readings.
Me: So if the hologram is going to end, why do you still do readings for people? Do you just read them for where they are in the hologram?
Ellie:. That’s right. Yes. You’d be shocked for who I’ve done readings for. Shocked. Celebrities, musicians, politicians.
Me: I dunno, maybe not..
Ellie: The other day though, I had this mother of two. She was a Catholic and she was having a very, very hard time. One of her children was not doing well and she prayed and prayed and prayed to God and somehow, she found me. She was very sweet. By the end of the reading, I was telling her about the hologram and she was very grateful. You have a nice voice. A good voice. You keep doing what you’re doing. You’re going to help a lot of people.
Me: Well that’s not why I called, but thanks for that.
Ellie: I don’t know, maybe one of these days I can come on your show if I have the time. You have my email now. I don’t like sending messages through Facebook.
Me: Yeah, its clunky.
Ellie: So let me know in advance and maybe I can come on.
Me:Okay. Thanks again. Take care.
I felt like I had melted through the floor of three paradigms in the span of ten minutes. At first I was someone else (Ron), then a guy from California (can you say flake?), to a guy that she wasn’t taking seriously enough, to someone that she noticed something in, to coming back around again by the end of our phone time and being open to being interviewed. I literally watched my internal script get unspooled before me and was then handed a warm, chewy, oatmeal cookie. In many ways, that phone call was my life condensed and ricocheted between three time zones and two satellites.
Who are you? I can’t take you seriously. Sorry. Thanks for playing. Hey, you know, you might be okay. In fact, you’ve got something to do. Well call me again and maybe we can do this.
It felt like I was having a socratic dialog in the holodeck with an aspect of my self externalized as Ellie Crystal over some brisket. But that’s how life is and has been over the past week. Things are unraveling, blending, dissolving, and merging. The Piscean bad cop (Chiron) and good cop (Neptune) is working us over. Boy is it working us over. Throw in some cracking Uranus in Aries and things are about to get very, very interesting. This is going to be a long post, so get some popcorn. We have a lot to cover here. Let’s start with KONY 2012.
PERSONALITY MELTING UNDER THE PISCEAN SUN
That’s the browned version of Jason Russell above. Russell of course being the 51/50′ed (hey it happens to the best of us!) leader of Invisible Children. Where the hell did the Invisible Children come from? I mean, I’m pretty astute and follow a lot of tiny tremors before they start rumbling into foundation cracking culture quakes, but Invisible Children jumped right out of the void and into peoples living rooms without warning. All of sudden, there was Joseph Kony, the Osama Bin Laden of Central Africa. By the way, do you know what’s in Central Africa? Coltan, one of the most precious of rare Earth metals. Do you know what Coltan does? It powers things like cell phones and this very computer I am pecking out these words with. Do you know who has been granted substantial rare earth mineral rights in Africa? China. See where this is going?
Uranium and Plutonium get fired through the cyclotron of the stars, emerging as conflict in a media waged war and an assault on our perceptions, jamming our signal with false emotion, either triggered by fear or aspiration, the latter being the mode de jour, since fear has been played out and then sacrificed in the phantom Bin Laden. The appeal is not towards dread but possibility. In comes Jason Russell and the Invisible children, peddling slick and heart tugging narratives embedded with empowerment. Its another iteration of “Yes we can.” That’s the chorus. “We can stop wars.” Well apparently it might help if the bogeyman is alive. No one has seen Joseph Kony for quite some time and many Ugandans think he’s been dead for at least four years. If that’s the case, then what the hell is going on with Invisible Children or IC as in Imum Coeli or the angle/gate of the “fourth house.” Its interesting that IC push an agenda called the “fourth estate.”
The “fourth estate” is classically linked to the press or alternately as the proletariat or the voice of the proletariat. At least according to Thomas Carlyle and Edmund Burke. For IC, it is their training and indoctrination program where they bring in youth from around the country to spend a weekend with them and hear speakers talk on heady topics like “international justice.” They are indoctrinated into to a fairly strict regimen at places like University Of San Diego, where their fourth estate intensives are held. Kids can’t leave once they are there. But for IC, the fourth estate is not the press, but social media. Facebook, timelines, youtube, a fervent NGO that has the zeal of an evangelical agency without the spiritual iconography that goes along with such territory, like crosses, pictures of Jesus, Mary et al. Whacked out leader, Jason Russell (more about him later) is a sort of Christian. He describes himself as an evangelical visionary=dreamer and in fact has spoken at Liberty College, Jerry Falwell’s contribution to higher learning.
If you go to IC’s website, you can look at their staff, all fresh faced and scrubbed, handsome and attractive to. Its like distilling Christianity’s zeal without the messy dogma and doctrine, appealing to a call to action, a children’s crusade. Jason Russell is Peter Pan (stated as his favorite comic hero) rounding up a cadre of Wendy and Johns for flash mobbin’ social activism. His parents are the founders of “Christian Youth Theater” a national Christian theater group located in numerous cities across America. Jason grew up acting.
If you think there’s something culty about IC, well, you might be right. Who’s behind them? Where do they get the bulk of their funds? Its unclear, but I did trace some relationships back to The American Bible Society and Geneva Global, which is a non-profit equity fund that takes a $25,000 minimum to get into and then target your “donation” to specific areas of both need and growth. IC is also affiliated with “The Just Life” which seems to be the much more ecumenical branch of IC.
My question is, is why would this make such noise and news, before Jason Russell’s meltdown? Why were we force fed Kony 2012 without much vetting? Is it to create another bogeyman and justify more global excursions into Africa? Within days of it’s release, Kony 2012 was getting some attention from the true fourth estate. And then, we have Jason Russell’s epic meltdown.
Let’s step back for a second see this as yet another one-two Piscean punch. IC operates as a dual agency of sorts, funneling evangelical activists from “The Just Life” into IC, while getting secular kids to move more towards “The Just Life” through appealing to social activism and a sense of injustice via IC.
Its the vapors of Neptune, the mists of Poseidon, swirling, inspiring, conjuring, befuddling, deluding and in Russell’s case, denuding. He was found the other day, half-naked and babbling, vandalizing and supposedly masturbating in public in San Diego. Their fearless leader, Jason “Radical” Russell age 33 was arrested on Thursday the 15th (The Ides Of March) at 11:30 AM. Russell has been hospitalized and under observation ever since. T-Power a friend of the blog pointed out to me that “Russell” is one of the bloodline names of the Illuminati mapped out by Fritz Springmeier.
Another interesting, yet odd detail to this movie is Danica Russell, Jason’s wife. She’s now issuing statements on his behalf. I did a brief search on Danica and tried to find some photos of her or her and Jason and I only found a few pics of her. One was on Facebook and she is wearing beard with her identity obscured. I did however find that she was a member of a comedy troupe called “The Geese” that were based out of San Diego. One of their shows was called, “Mason’s Angels.” Hmmmmmmmm. Other than that, No Danica. But there was something else. Boy, was there something else.
REFLECTIONS OF ILLUSIONS AND THE MYSTERY OF MALORIE TULL AND JACKIE TOHN
One of the things that I noticed about IC is how good looking their staff is. They’re almost too good looking if you know what I mean. So I clicked on one the beautiful people of IC. Her name is Malorie Tull. She’s listed as the Program Director in Uganda. Her bio claims that she worked with the aforementioned American Bible Society and Geneva Global. She’s also listed as an actress, having a role in the 1999 indy film, “The Tube.” She’s also listed on voices.com as talent. Yes, even Christians can act. I get it. But when I went to Danica Russell’s page, I was very surprised to see that Danica has a friend named, “Jackie Tohn” who looks a helluva lot like Malorie Tull and guess what Jackie is? Yep. An actress and a singer. Just to give you an idea of how similar they look, I’ve posted side-by-side pics of them above.
One of them, the one one the bottom right was on the IC Tumblr page, but was removed.
What are we to make of this? Is there one Malorie Tull in Uganda and a Malorie/Jackie stand in? A double? A doppleganger? As an astrologer I can see this as more Piscean/Xtian drizzle and dew, but there is something else happening here. Its an unveiling. But what are we ultimately witnessing? IMHO, its that smoke and mirror jobs like Kony 2012 and IC are buckling. But who are they? Where do they come from? Who funds them and to what end?
Illusions under every name and faith are being challenged. Instant karma? Perhaps. Or maybe, just like Ellie The Oracle said, “The program is ending.”
Obviously, IC and Jason Russell have not been alone this past week. Greg Smith tendered his resignation from Goldman Sachs and then outed the culture as being toxic. Beyond toxicity, an anonymous, supposed staffer at JP Morgan has opened the vaults to the crypt of Morgan’s deadly programs. It was left originally at the US Commodities Futures Trading Commission (CFTC) website then pulled down. You can view the damning words over at theeconomiccollapseblog.com site. He basically says that Morgan-Chase is throttling the price of gold and silver, which is cratering a lot of the middle class, who have moved into metals, both hard and papered. They’re artificially depressing the price, which means that people invested in the silver and gold market are losing money obviously, but it is also likely, that somewhere, someone is also profiting quite nicely off the shorts and falls. Oh and there’s more, much more, but I have to finish this post . . .
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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.