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,”
Hello!
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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Just five hours to game time and I have to get in a quick post. Spent almost all of last night bolting down the newsletter, where I go into the ritual of the Super Bowl in a more in-depth fashion. There are some very interesting aspects to note about the sky at kick-off in New Orleans, Polaris, the pole star will be at the center of the horizon, appearing in the sky, halfway up to the dark apex of night. Just to the left of Polaris, the tail of Draco hangs and appears to drop into the very Earth itself. The brightest star in the Draco constellation is “Thuban.” It was actually the pole star prior to Polaris moving into, uh, well, the pole position. It was considerably brighter then, The Great Pyramis at Khufu was oriented to “Thuban” according to archaeologists, even though the pyramid would have been built around 2200 BCE, about 500 years after the reign of Khufu. E.W. Bullinger, author of The Witness To The Stars (1893) had this to say about “Thuban.”;
“Thuban (Heb), the subtle. Some 4,620 years ago it was the Polar Star. It is still a very important star in nautical reckonings, guiding the commerce of the seas, and thus ‘the god of this world’ is represented as winding in his contortions round the pole of the world, as if to indicate his subtle influence in all worldly affairs.”
The english translation of “Thuban” is “snake” or “dragon.” Archibald Sayce, the famed Biritish Assyriologist had this to essentially said that Thuban was a star of great devotion and importance in the astrological/astronomical work of Sargon I, King of Agade, where he made Thuban the pole star aka “Tir-An-na” (which is likely where we derive the word “tyranny”) and the Life of Heaven; Dayan Same, the Judge of Heaven; and Dayan Sidi, the Favorable Judge,- all representing the god Caga Gilgati, whose name it also bore. Also cited for this star, Thuban, Draconis Dayan Esiru, the Prospering Judge, or the Crown of Heaven, and Dayan Shisha, the Judge Directing, as having the highest seat amongst the heavenly host. Here is what the great Ptolemy had to say about Thuban according to Vivian Robson;
“According to Ptolemy the bright stars are like Saturn and Mars. Draco gives an artistic and emotional but somber nature, a penetrating and analytical mind, much travel and many friends, but danger of robbery and accidental poisoning. It gives craft, ingenuity, and valor. The Ancients said that when a comet was th here, poison was scattered over the world. By the Kabalists it is associated with the Hebrew letter Mem and the 13 Tarot Trump, Death”.
Lastly, Thuban might actually bear some symbolic significance to the game itself and not just a darker, ritual import. The classical astrologer, George C. Noonan chimes in with some interesting correlations for Niner fans;
“When rising, Thuban indicates prospectors of gold and silver or those who are ministers of money (this might include accountants, clerical workers, cashiers etc. nowadays). If setting and If Mars is conjunct the Descendant or in harsh aspect with it, it is said to presage the native being burned in his own house or killed by public execution.”
Later in this piece, we’ll determine if Thuban is ascending or falling.
From a mundane perspective, at the start of the game, the ASC is in the sign of Leo (Sun/Gold). Most of the key players in this game are on the other fixed point of Scorpio, Taurus and Aquarius. Both Frank Gore and Ray Lewis (Taurus) will be front and center early in the game with Taurus on the MC. Lewis’ emotionality is not a put on. His chart is heavily doused with water, having Venus and Saturn in Cancer and Mars in Pisces. He’ll have a strong Saturn/Saturn trine today and the Scorpio Moon will trine his Mars. Ray Lewis will be pumped up for this game (states the obvious) and he has incredible, emotional support flowing in his direction. Mars is at 1 degree Pisces today and while this won’t affect Lewis as much (though he will get a hit), it does impact Ray Rice, whose Sun is at 2 degrees Pisces. So Ray will have a Sun/Mars conjunction. Plenty of Juice there. Look for him to have an extremely strong game. One last thing about the other Ray though. Lewis will have a Sun/Moon opposition as well and this, in fixed signs could be trouble for him, including muscle strain or pulls near the sacral region. With Scorpio, Colin Kaepernick, he sizes up as Lewis’ other, his shadow and it will be Lewis that will likely shadow Kaepernic on the filed today.
Immovable object meets irresistible force.
Both men will have their moments, but there will be one, where Kaepernick makes Ray look his age in a very apparent fashion.
Speaking of Kapernick, his Sun starts out at the nadir of the chart, which means potentially another slow start for the Niners. But as the game progresses, his Sun shifts the more mercurial 3rd House, where his running and passing really take off from the third quarter on.
He has Sun in Scorpio with Pluto conjunct his Sun by a one degree orb. Transiting Saturn is conjuncting both and then there’s that stinger moon. Throw in mutual reception of Pluto in Capricorn to his Sun and Kaeprnick is ready to make a star turn. Based on astrology, this is a moment of destiny. The only thing that could derail him is making risky decisions, want too much, succumbing to the desire of the Scorpio Moon.
Later in the game, as the ASC moves into Virgo, Ed Reed and Michael Crabtree’s numbers move to the fore, with emphasis on them in 4th quarter. Linebacker, Novarro Bowman’s, Gemini Sun is poised to reap the benefits of Gemini on the MC. Look for him to make a key play late in the game. Lastly as the game winds down, the all-important Part-O-Fortune or Pars Fortuna is in Sagittarius. Niner fans, you may not want to hear this, but it could come down to your kicker, Sag, David Akers to win this game.
The Ravens are riding a collective “wave of destiny” vibe and there’s not telling how the gods of the league want Ray Lewis to end his career, so there’s some heavily weighted intangibles on their side.
On a side note, digging around my research last night, I stumbled upon the official and unofficial patron saints of New Orleans. On the official side, we have St. Expedite, an enigmatic saint, of which very little is known. He was a Roman (Italian) soldier who denounced Rome and became a citizen of the Kingdom of God. He’s always portrayed with a cross instead of sword in his hand. On a symbolic level, this could be Kaepernick, but here, I believe it’s Flacco, the Ravens QB of Italian, descent. The other, un-official saint of New Orleans, is Baron Samedi, guardian of the underworld. In essence, he’s a devil figure and very, very popular around Mardi Gras, which is where we are now, in the middle of a two-week-Mardi Gras break. Samedi is usually portrayed with one half of his face white, with the other black, which symbolizes duality. Samedi=Kaepernick and his deep Scorpionic, underworld energies. In fact, one of the tattoos on his arm, from the bible, essentially says that, “my gift is my curse.” Draco, Samedi, Scorpio, Kaepernick. and based almost solely on Kaepernick’s big moment chart, I’m going with the Niners in a 27-24 victory, especially since Thuban/Draco, is ascending and in the sign of Virgo at game time. Thuban rules prospectors and in Super Bowl 47, The Niners strike gold.
Manti Te’o has late night conversations with a ghost, a phantasm of the heart who has portrayed herself as at once virtuous and terminal. She never existed, except in the spongey recesses of Te’o’s fertile imagination. You might have heard of his story. Famous football player loses his grandmother and girlfriend on the same day, then goes out to lead his team to victory in a giddy season, nearly unblemished, certainly undefeated. That would all change in the last game of the season, when Alabama would make the Fighting Irish look like a community college team.
Te’o missed tackle after tackle. He was an imposter in his own narrative. The fierce warrior from the islands, sporting Maori tats was MIA. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ball, Alabama QB, AJ McCarron was shredding the Notre Dame defense and to add injury to insult, McCarron’s girlfriend was spotted in the stands, where Brent Mussberger’s slobber was dripping through the TV screen. Katherine Webb was very, very real.
Meanwhile Te’o’s object of devotion was anything but real. Lennay Kekua, the young woman that Te’o maintained a three-year-relationship was a fictional character, a virtual nobody that was the creation of some so-called friends. Te’o had been hoaxed. Remember this term, “hoax” as it will surface later. In more modern parlance, Te’o had been “catfished” and at one point, according to him, he knew it and went along with the false narrative, even in fact embellishing on it so much, that it became a national story. You couldn’t talk about Notre Dame without talking about Te’o’s “tragic loss.”
”Catfish” is a term that is used when people strike up an internet romance and the person purporting to be the person they are falling in love with isn’t the same person at all. In fact catfishing is gender neutral. In this case, Lennay Kekua was the creation of “Ronaiah Tuiasosopo” a gender confused Christian. Everything about this story is as murky as the lake bottom where catfish troll. Guess where Teo’s Moon and Mars are? Gemini.
It’s interesting that this would be a fish metaphor as we swim through Chiron in Pisces. The catfish eats shit and apparently dishes it out as well. Chiron in Pisces is the simulacra of oneness, a false reflection of unity and merging and the whiskered catfish has become a symbol of all too willing victims to abandon their discretion and discernment. There’s something about the virtual space where we suspend our judgment easier and with less reservation.
When I was a kid, I got pranked one time by a black girl on the phone. I must have been 14. She talked sexy to me for about 45 minutes and told me to meet her at the local high school the following night. I snuck out that night and waited for brown sugar to show up for about thirty minutes. When I realized what had happened, I felt foolish and ashamed, but there is this suspension of belief that occurs in moments like these. Anonymity is the identity of the possible. It’s why phone and email scams have been around ever since people could send fake smoke signals in the sky.
Chiron in Pisces has been interesting to note, especially once Neptune entered the fray. Just as Neptune merged with Pisces, planking became all the rage. If you don’t know what planking is, it was a type of posing where people laid out like a dead fish atop a plank of cedar, waiting to get smoked. From planking to cat fishing, we’re thrashing to break free of the programming in our souls, which we’ve swallowed, hook line and sinker.
THE HOAX ON YOU
Hoax is a derivation of the word, “hocus” as in “hocus pocus.” Here is what Wikipedia says about the word “hoax.”;
” The British philologist Robert Nares (1753–1829) says that the word hoax was coined in the late 18th century as a contraction of the verb hocus, which means “to cheat”,[3] “to impose upon”[3] or “to befuddle often with drugged liquor”.[4] Hocus is a shortening of the magic incantation hocus pocus,[4] which in turn is a contraction of the phrase Hocus pocus, tontus talontus, vade celeriter jubeo, mentioned in Thomas Ady’s 1656 book A candle in the dark, or a treatise on the nature of witches and witchcraft.[5] According to the book, the Latin-like gibberish phrase was uttered by a conjuror to distract his audience from his sleight of hand.[5]
So whenever a hoax is pulled, there is in some effect an occult act taking place. People are practicing a form of “hocus pocus.” Sleight of hand is also part of this semi-magical working. A comely virgin fighting cancer is the disembodied voice of a Hooters girl from Torrance. Supposedly grieving parents are occupied by soulless archons with clawed hands, surrounded by children flashing sigils in a dis-arming manner. We have the Manti Te’o hoax piggybacking on the Sandy Hook hoax and there’s this weird crossfade between the two, which further obfuscates any real exploration of what went down in “Newtown” on 12/14/12. Now the meme is, is that the internet is filled with hoaxes and that you can trust nothing. It’s mainstream media doing it’s best to re-assert it’s dominance and will as the final say, the last word of the vox populi. Anything else not uttered by Wolf, Anderson, Katie, John, Oprah and Bill is nothing but tenuous heresay. In fact, it’s likely a hoax. Manti Te’o bleeds through the screen blotting out the strangeness of Sandy Hook, leaving it to be dissected by misguided people with cruel intent, according to the high priests of the temporary word in the church of the eternal broadcast medium.
TIMELINE VARIANCE
One of the things I had been ranting about during the last quarter of 2012 was an event that would that would seek to lock us in the timeline that had been created with the death of JFK and punctuated by 911. I believe that Sandy Hook is that event. Part of what has emerged in the aftermath of Sandy Hook is a widening of the gap between left and right, red and blue, even north and south.
The split and polarization is part and parcel of Jupiter in Gemini, retrograde. The duality of the nation symbolized by a fierce debate on gun rights and the 2nd amendment. Obama channels Lincoln via Spileberg and evokes the grim visage of the leader who “must make tough choices.” Meanwhile Tarantino unleashes Django on the populace, looking to get a little revenge catharsis, something that Tarantino specializes in, stock-in-trade, a form of Old Testament justice.
Alex Jones from Texas nearly has an aneurism on Piers Morgan’s tribunal. Charles Rangel then comes out with the following; “Southern areas have cultures that we have to overcome.” This was in reference to stricter gun controls. What Rangel was doing was driving the hammer, further and deeper into an already worrisome rift. And, as a result, he was helping to warp the timeline further and deeper into a vector that has society and the Earth in general moving towards a technological control grid under massive surveillance and harsh measures for any form of disobedience. Rangel’s sign? Gemini of course, born 6/11/30.
Just hours later, another shooting occurred, this one much further south than Sandy Hook at a college in Houston, Texas.
As our minds are clouded with the covert imagery of the next civil war, predictively programming the cracks and fissures in our rapidly eroding social order, we’re given yet another image that underscores this meme; “The Harbowl.” What I’m referring to is of course the Super Bowl between Jim Harbaugh and his brother John, next week on the 3rd of February in voodoo central, New Orleans. From an astrological standpoint, it’s pretty fascinating. Jim’s a Capricorn, 0 degrees. His brother John is a Libra, 0 degrees, an exact square and they couldn’t be more like their respective signs. John is the older, well-liked brother, whose teachers sang his praises. Jim was the younger whose teachers couldn’t wait to get to the next grade. Jim’s abrasive. John is charming. But what we have here is another image/subtext of the civil war; brother versus brother. It’s reverberating and ringing through the hidden and submerged layers of our collective psyche.
The official date given for the start of the Civil War was 4/12/1861. When we go back and look at the ephemeris, Uranus was in the sign of the twins at 8 degrees. This energy is radical duality expressed across the transpersonal plain and while Uranus is in Aries, on the day of Sandy Hook, Jupiter in Gemini was at 9 degrees, just one degree off the start of the Civil War. With it being retrograde, it is a carrier riding on the signal and the echo of division from another time. Where was Chiron? In Pisces, of course. What’s interesting is that the final shot of the Civil took place on 6/22/1856, four years after it started. The Sun was at 0 degrees Cancer, Uranus in the anoretic degree of 29 Gemini. By the month’s end, it would be in Cancer, joining the Sun as the reconstruction, a Cancerian phase would begin.
We’re like two imaginary continents now, separated by a widening gulf of water (emotion) between us, drifting further out into planetary space, different species in some regards driven by drastically different brain function and hearts divided. This summer, we have the opportunity to draw closer together though. Don’t miss the opportunity to bridge the gap. We might not get it again.
So Lance Armstrong is confessing to the black popess of daytime TV. He should be talking with SiStar Myrah instead. If he wants to come clean, let him get some real sanctification. By the way, if you’ve never heard my interview with SiStar Myrah about the Super Bowl rituals, it’s a must listen and you can hear it here. Speaking of Super Bowls, we’re approaching what’s becoming the most unholiest of Sundays. Last year, we witnessed the blatant summoning of Isis in the guise of Ma-don-na. These performance rituals in February set the tone for the rest of the year, with Ma-don-na at Lucas/Lucifer field in Indianapolis. Keep in mind, that while the ma-terial girl was busy shakin’ her ass and grinding underneath the gaze of the all-seeing-eye, Egypt was in flames, half way into it’s so called revolution. As Ma-don-na transformed into Isis, half way around the world, where Isis once landed from a distant star, that country was in turmoil and upheaval.
The two teams were the Giants vs. The Patriots and we explored the theme of the Giants as Elohim or the giant race and the Patriots as the patriarchal symbol of the USA. The giants from heaven, the giants of Wall Street, the giants of a race from another time reborn were now in our midst. And who won the World Series? The San Francisco Giants. So that brings us to this Super Bowl, even if we’re not quite there yet. Let’s trip down a rabbit hole shall we?
There are four teams left; the aforementioned Patriots, the Ravens, the Falcons and the Forty-Niners. It’s important to note where these teams are from and what they stand for amidst the current milieu of our time. The two teams that stand out the most for me are the Patriots (always a handy cipher thanks to Bob Kraft/Craft) and the Falcons from Atlanta. Why these two teams? Well, if you haven’t noticed it yet, America is about 2-3 edgy events away from a full tilt boogie in the streets. Abraham Lincoln, er I mean Obama is about to throw down the gauntlet on gun control and make those “tough choices” for a country that’s almost split as far and wide as you can get without a Mason-Dixon line separating the red from the blue, the black from the white, the left from the right. We are in the cyclonic vortex of polarization, many thanks due in part to Jupiter retro in Gemini exploiting the widening rift, the deepening of the psychological breach between one people, nation under God. If you think Sandy Hook has something to do with this, you’re right, because now, as it stands, it’s punched a hole through the collective credibility membrane and is whiplashing around the psyche. You’ve got Gene Rosen crying to anyone who’ll listen (without a tear of course) that he’s being harassed by “conspiracy theorists.” Well troll the mainstream message boards and you’ll see Uncle Gene getting all kinds of support and love with outrage and venom spitting back at anyone who would dare question his ever-changing story. But go a little deeper and you’ll see waves of disbelief swelling like storm forming just beyond the event horizon. The mass NLP is wearing off. People are waking up–trust me on this.
So we have Obama as Lincoln, from the north getting ready to throw down on the Southern mentality of secession, independence and gun culture. What team most represents that meme, that’s still left? It’s the Falcons from Atlanta, where the south took one of its worst beatings; in fact the whole damn place was nearly burned to the ground. So it would make a lot of sense from a meta-level for the Yankee north (Patriots) to flatten the rebel south, down in Nawlins, with Beyoncé movin’ her booty in voodoo ground central, likely under the set and setting of one Es Devlin, art director for Jay-Z, Kanye, Gaga, Muse and the illuminati in general. One month later, Beyoncé will fly north and sing at the inauguration where Lincoln I mean Obama, will be sworn in once again with Lincoln’s bible.
Just one astrologer’s take on these things.
This doesn’t bode well for my Niners I’m afraid. You might recall that I posted extensively about Colin Kaepernick. If you managed to catch last Saturday’s game against the Packers, Kaepernick took it over in a way that I have almost never seen in a pro-football game. He was more like Michael Jordan or Magic or Bird in the way he single-handedly won the game in such a dominating fashion. This usually does not happen in football, the ultimate team sport and there he was, gashing the Packers in a game that made Aaron Rodgers, the best QB in the league, look, well, pretty average. It was jaw dropping. So much in fact that after the game, the studio crew with Terry Bradshaw, Howie Long, Mike Strahan and Jimmy Johnson looked like they had just witnessed the massacre of the game they once knew. Colin Kapernick became a quantum agent of change.
There is something really past life driven between Kaepernick and his coach, Jim Harbaugh. These two have seen the plains of battle together, before and I am guessing, Rome, soldiers, gladiators, Sparta. Kaepernick is on the record that he is fascinated with Rome and gladiators. His foster mother has given him a Roman coin he wears around his neck. He has Moon conjunct the TN in Aries (god of war) and Jupiter in Aries as well, trine Uranus in Sag. His birth mother is Italian and her last name is “Russo” which means red, color of Mars, again god of war and get this; the guy who calls his plays, the offensive coordinator, is named, Greg Roman.
But Kaepernick is no pagan, he’s a devout Christian and his body is illustrated with biblical verse. There’s something meta-magical happening here and I’m wondering if there is some sort of set-up taking place. Kaepernick is on the latest cover of Sports Illustrated (generally considered a curse). Check out this cover for a moment. Notice the red/Martian theme in the foreground and background too. Notice Red Sox story at the top of the issue. Then there’s the mystic 7 and the “Holy” association with Kaepernick and his rippling scripture. Then there’s this weird diminution of Harbaugh, his coach, a cutout talking head, palsied ingloriously close to Kaepernick’s hindquarters. It’s rather strange and I fear it’s a set-up for a fall this Sunday in the new Atlantis. The Sun will be at 0 degrees Aquarius game time and the Falcons are loaded with Aquarian stars in Julio Jones, Michael Turner and Jacquizz Rodgers. Matt Ryan has Jupiter in Aquarius and Mars in Gemini, which will be in the first house at game time. The Moon will be in Taurus, which will conjunct not only Ryan’s Sun abut Moon as well. It will oppose Kaepernick’s Sun and the last time this happened, the Niners got beat down in Seattle in a cold and dreary nightmare of a game. For SF to win, they’ll need their own Aquarian heroes to shine. That would be Vernon Davis and the enigmatic Randy Moss. Most pundits are salivating over Harbaugh vs Belichick, but it’s feeling like the gods of Olympus will move the chess pieces wherever they deem most important to their galactic fancies and whims as passion plays loaded with symbolism for the feeble minds of man.
We’ll see.
How about you though? What does 2103 have in store for you and your sign? How will the gods of mercy and fate smile upon your sweet brow of the next turn of the Gregorian cycle? In the year of the great culling, snake skin shedding, death and rebirth, the year of the phoenix in the flames of lives and nations burning, will you be whistling dixie or tap dancing on the grave of the self that no longer serves a paradigm of obedience and sleep. Let’s find out, shall we?
ARIES
You’re one of the gang of four this year, part of the cardinal cross bearers (You, Cancer, Cap and Libra). As a result life challenges you on your most basic strategy; action. One of the things that you’re going to learn, in spite of the quantum acceleration of Uranus, is that you cannot complete your mission alone. Its like calling in the four directions; South for home, east for relations, north for elders and wisdom of the tribe. As painful as it might be to realize that you are not Sarah Conner in this turn of the great wheel, it’s also extremely empowering to know that the people you’ll meet along the way this coming year will also have gaps and chunks that they need to fill and build out. This is never more apparent than this summer, when it feels like the world around you is stopping, slowing down into its component parts of a fractal dream. Out of the deceleration, you begin to ponder things like home, in not just a physical sense, but also a more abstract existential quest for the place inside that you can return to again and again and renew your hopes, dreams and aspirations. Dare I say that there will be a softening of sorts around your rugged and efficient exterior? While you might take some time out to contemplate your true north, it by no means, means that there is s full stop headed your way, not with Uranus and it’s hyper-dimensional ripple effect. You are a point of contact for radical solutions and rapid innovation. February is a launching pad, a point of trajectory where you’ll take on big picture projects and spend the rest of the year refining the results. New ways of communicating had sharing information should be at the top of your list. April is when you put it all on the line and have to deal with being unpopular with co-workers for a dramatic decision. May, the dust settles and the rest of your body will need some time to catch up with the central nervous system. November has you dealing deeply with issues of legacy; your own and shadows from your past. The inner sky cracks open and the rain of grief finally falls upon your parched spirit. Long held grudges and grievances melt away and allow you to face the future in 2014 with an even greater sense of possibility and destiny. The overall theme of the year? Hit the gas on straightaways when you can, but bring plenty of change for the toll roads ahead.
TAURUS
Now that Saturn has swung into your opposite sign, life has your attention–doesn’t it? Well the fun is just starting. Your mission in 2013 is to be on your toes; Think cows in tutus doing ballet kind of on your toes. Now did that get your attention? So how does a cow do a proper cabriole? I’ll tell you how–they get in shape first before they even attempt it. That, my dear sweet bull is the first order of 2013 for you. Going to the gym is okay, but you need something more, deeper and ultimately a way to link body and psyche together in perfect somatic synchrony. Yoga is good, but make sure you can do it outdoors if you can so that you can tap into nature’s energy fields. But more importantly, this is the year you need to dance. It doesn’t matter if it’s Zumba or Rhumba, Afro-Caribbean or Pleiadian, just get it in gear and go as deep as you can with your observations of your explorations. Note how your body changes and your dreams shift when you hit walls or reach peaks. Yes, I’m challenging you to achieve and go places you’ve never been or re-visit them years later. And guess what happens when you dance? You meet people. You find a partner that synchronizes with you on the dance floor and the bedroom. Why do think I’m recommending dancing? It’s time for you to fuse with another; to link your DNA in an ecstatic entanglement of Eros inspired enlightenment. Yes, in 2013, you could experience the tantra of realization. Now in order to do this, I advise you to pick your partner carefully. If you’re already in a committed relationship, Saturn will flesh out how much life it has left in it. Saturn is not Pluto. Saturn is the lord of recycling and not just karmic bitchslaps. You can re-invest in your most primary relationships vis-a-vis Saturn in Scorpio and since you are a shrewd judge of value, you’ll know exactly how much and where needs to be applied, but it is YOU that must do it, not the other way around. Two major eclipses play a role for you in 2013. The first, in May gets your attention in a big way. Think shortages and planning for the future. If you do it right, the next one in November won’t knock you off the grid for good. Oh yeah, this Summer, if you don’t grow a garden, you’re missing out on not only some record fruits and veggies, but a back-story about nature and the interconnectedness of all things, that will frankly blow you away.
GEMINI
The high on nitrous, merry-go-round with day glo cotton candy isn’t about to stop just yet, but I will tell you that it’s getting ready to go in the right direction if you even care at this point–it’s all gonna wind up in your memoirs anyway. But lets slow down a bit and take a step back. Right now, if I were your astral-homeopath, I’d recommend thing like magnesium oil, silica, Epsom salts, food grade diatomaceous earth, cell salts and drops of high grade, ionic silver. Why? Because your central nervous system has taken a beating in the past few months and you need those things to soothe and cool the fiery tips of your neural receptors. All these goodies would not only ground you and reinforce the myelin sheaths, but they would help fine-tune your greatest asset–the crystal transceiver between your ears. You don’t need some kind of AI upgrade as much as Verizon would like you to think–you just need to reinforce what you already have and perfect it’s crystalline essence. While the early part of 2013 is filled with ideas and inspirations crackling like a lightning storm around your crown, the energy shifts on the solstice and you get the call to ground it all. This is a twelve-month-cycle that allows you to give birth to your wildest dreams and schemes in 2014, but you must plant the seeds this year and tend to them. For Gems that write, it’s all about writing, editing and pruning. Non-writing Gems, it’s about making sure that any ideas have the capacity feed others. Once you get past the Summer solstice, you have no more room for idle abstraction and if you continue to dwell in trivial pursuits, you’ll miss the mark. Bye the way, June is just way too much fun for a Gemini. Just giving you a heads up to rest up in say around April for the non-stop, giddy, tilt-a-whirl, synchronistic-poetry-slam fest of cocktails with lesser gods of many pantheons. Just letting you know far in advance and can I tag along for the ride? Even Gems have their serious and sober sides. That’s November for you. Throttle back and clear the lines so to speak. If you ever get bored (God forbid) take an Aries to lunch and get them to tell you about the next big thing to change our world. You won’t be disappointed.
CANCER
Ahhhh, my dear, sweet, loving and feeling Cancerian friends. If I were a preacher on a Sunday morning, mega-church broadcast, beaming to you from the heart of my plush and gilded cathedral in the center of a polytetrahedonic cathedral, I would say verily unto thee, “Rise, rise o yee battered and bruised, trampled and abused children of the sea, rise from your fetal state where you are just holding by the thinnest and sharpest point of your chipped and cracked claws. Rise up and feel the holy spirit move through you like a warm glow that spreads from root to fruit, from alpha to omega, rise, rise, your time for trial and tribulation draws to an end, while the rest of God’s children begin to bear share your bittersweet burden. In essence my brothers and sisters, it is time to lay down your crosses.” How does this sound? You’ve been down for way, way too long. First it was Pluto, then it was Saturn, then it was Uranus, all conspiring to crack that crabby shell, to make you move forward when sideways or even backwards would have been just fine, or when they forced you to leave your precious home. Starting this summer, the tide comes back in and you begin to float, rising to new levels of buoyancy. And here’s the kicker. While others are gripping you’ll be amazed by how calm, cool and collected you’ll be. For crabs whose beds and hearts are empty, that will change as well. Expect love to come rushing in along with the tide. Now that doesn’t mean that you’ll get a free pass in 2013, sorry. You’ll have to deal with the two, big time squares in May and November just like the rest of us, including and especially Aries, Libra and Cap, but the difference this year, is that you can handle them in a different way. While you won’t stare them down and beat them back, you’ll be up for working with the energy instead of it working you. In May, partnerships and work demand your attention and get you thinking about upgrades for both. In November, its fish or cut bait. You’re either moving up together or moving on. After that, the great big ocean awaits and you’ll be just fine either swimming together or alone.
LEO
2013 has the potential to be an uncharacteristically uneventful year and based on what I’m seeing for 2013, that may not be such a bad thing. Let’s cut right to the chase. You need to focus on home and I mean in a true, physical, not metaphysical or metaphoric sense. It’s not sexy, but you’ve got to get down beneath the surface of things. On a mundane level, we’re talking plumbing, pipes, water, septic systems . . . you get my drift. If you don’t deal with these dirty little details, it’s going to be more challenging for you in 2014 when you really get to step out and want nothing to do with such mundane affairs. But wait! There’s more. You also need to look into your mortgage, deeds, easements, you name it. Anything that is associated with your house that has a value attached to it, and has someone else’s signature from a lending or municipal institution you must pay attention. While you’re rooting around the pipes and papers, you’ll also take large chunks of timeout and guess what? You won’t miss what you think you’d miss. Just being honest here, 2013 “should” be a year where you re-charge, get stronger and go deeper. Past and future merge. Why are you here? What is Love? Where do you want to be in ten years? How can I paint my soul with tubes of liquid neon? How can I make the perfect bowl of Pho and so on? Mars does a turn in your sign at the end of your solar return. July through mid-October are peak months and a harbinger for what lies ahead for you from the Summer Solstice on in 2014, when your roar is heard loud and clear throughout the galaxy. My advice to you? Don’t press too much. Sit back and absorb life. Learn from children, the seasons and universal mothers, but make damn sure that where you lay your head is high, dry and yours.
VIRGO
Scorpio and Virgo are odd bedfellows. The sweet sextile between the two for the next year and beyond is actually quite supportive for both signs, but Virgo in particular. Virgos are closet doctors, nurses, herbalists and healers–well sometimes not so closeted. Saturn in Scorpio turns up the heat, healing and otherwise. Normally conservative Virgos will seek greater depth in any work they are consciously involved in, pushing them deeper into places outside of their comfort zone. If you happen to be said Virgo, this is your year to go deep sea diving. To stimulate your sense of adventure and natural imagination, I would suggest exploring the pictorial realms of the Abyssal Zone, where strange creatures live only off the thermal deep-sea vents and the microscopic detritus of sea life much closer to the surface. You’ll totally relate to the efficiency of these creatures, where their translucent forms reveal the most fundamental internal organs for digestion and yes, even pro-creation, where down in the dark, at PSI that would crush your skull like a grapefruit, these creatures mate, hatch their broods and perform a common ritual under unusually uncommon circumstances. It may be just some sort of strange genetic code or it might even be the most outrageous form of love that exists. The deep-sea vents are pure Scorpio, awash with the molten code of bio-magnetic effluvia, nurturing colonies psychedelic tubeworms, which preform some important role in the grand chain of life itself. These are your unusual totems for the days ahead and not just because you marvel at their simplicity–no–it’s because you marvel at their ability to adapt under harsh conditions and even thrive. They are a symbol for our time and you get it. On a more mundane note, you’re being asked to up your game during the two major squares of Uranus and Pluto in 2013. Be prepared to jack into the holodeck of career change if you need to or if for some reason (yes this could happen) you become redundant. Food trucks, ice cream stands, mobile massage, psychic troubleshooter. More autonomy and taking responsibility for what you do is going to be essential. Untangling old knots and tying new ones could also be very much in your future in 2013. Ring those bells!
LIBRA
I just spoke with a Libra friend who is on a crash course for turning herself into a high-priestess of some sort of eclectic and electric faith. She toned in the King’s Chamber on 12/21/12 and just a few weeks later cruised around Australia listening to and learning from Bruce Lipton, Greg Braden and Doreen Virtue. She hops around the globe like some people drive down to the 7-11 and the most amazing part? Well, I won’t give her alchemical secret away, well not too much, but she does some of it through selling thousands of miles of adhesive tape. She’s quietly one of the most influential people on the planet. Why? Because what she does helps hold the world together–literally. And therein lies the deeper subtext for you in 2012. As part of the cardinal cross club, you are being stretched like no other time. Uranus is giving you a sense of urgency, pushing you to find the now within the now, occasionally jamming your Venusian cool, especially in relationships. Capricorn demands that you examine your habit as a grace junkie, while Jupiter this summer urges you to find that sweet, vocational spot where you absolutely love what you do. Not terribly demanding–is it? And through it all, you are aware of your resources in a way that you have never been aware before. It’s in the air you know. Americans are saving at record levels and your normally whimsical self gets some wake up calls in 2013, especially in May when the 11/11 square hits. If I were you, I’d double my assets in hard metals just prior to this time. Up through June, Libras have tremendous popularity–use it wisely and well–forward programs and projects that are near and dear to your heart. You’re one of the great networkers of the zodiac. Don’t stop now. If you somehow manage to miss a few steps along the way, don’t stress out, because next year, the TN shifts into your sign and you become the most important person in the room without really trying.
SCORPIO
Whenever I get to Scorpio on the scopes, I feel like I’m headed for the home stretch, rounding the corner and yet, in some ways, I’m convincing myself that I am almost there when I still have to deconstruct four more signs in a unique, compelling and hopefully helpful fashion. In essence, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. Dig? That is the message for you right now and I think for us collectively, since agents of Scorpio hold the key. Cloak and dagger, revelation, ripping back the curtain to reveal the tiny man with the microphone (no, not Bob Costas). So this is who you are and what’s happening, your stinger is like a hook, perhaps a Sandy Hook? This is the year where the Pluto in Scorpio kids have Saturn crossing their Pluto. It’s an intense maturation process that’s happening at a freakish speed, almost like species mutation. We’re in the collective Saturn cycle now and the next 15 years will be marked by greater societal change than what’s taken place in the last 15 if you can believe it and you dear Scorp will begin to feel these social tremors long before anyone else. When Saturn begins the cycle of crossing your Sun, it’s a new beginning, a re-set and for you, shedding your skin in the year of the snake is a natural fit, or unfit. But no matter how this year unfolds for you, you are the point person for truth. Just look at what’s happened since Saturn has moved into your sign; Gerry Sandusky sentenced, Jimmy Saville exhumed, Petraeus and Broadwell (both Scorpios) busted. You are going through your own deep revelations, exposing conspiracies of self, scandals rocking your own identity and that’s the way it should be. No stone gets unturned as they roll away. In doing so, you assume a moral authority that is uncommon and your presence is a field of naked discovery. For those that are open and clear, it creates a rare space of deep intimacy and recognition, for those that aren’t, well they might not stick around for very long, but that’s you. Those that love you are drawn to you and those that fear you are repelled. 2013? Sounds like business as usual.
SAG
Don’t worry archers, your temporary state of ADD is winding down (thank God) and while it’s given you many brainstorms, those precious thought seeds haven’t quite sprouted yet. As Jupiter moves forward, so do your plans and projects (thank God), but while your brains get scrambled back together like some reconstructed desert out of the mind of Ferran Adria, there’s a deeper, parallel energy that’s taking place at the same time, so consider 2013 an exercise in patience, a journey to the dark side of the Sun on occasion, well more than on occasion actually, but that’s a minor detail. What’s a major detail is Uranus and how it’s lighting up a sense of possibility, especially as it relates to your sense of what’s possible from a creative place. April is off the charts for you, so even if you’re doing time on Saturn, in April, you get sprung, trust me on this. But the overall quality for you in 2012 is about the acquisition of wisdom. We’re not talking run of the mill, good old Sag pontificating, nope, we’re talking deep diving, shamanic death and rebirth kind of wisdom, the stuff that’s so unshakable that you simply transmit it with a look, a glance, a gesture, but the only way to get there, the only way that you can attain this precious gift that initiates of secret orders sell their should for, is to die to your conception of how the world “should” be. This isn’t always easy for a sign that can exhibit strong powers of optimism and faith, but it’s the only through to the other side. You’re greatest obstacle, aside from your own fear, is your choice to pre-maturely abort your mission due to a sudden case of terminal cynicism. It’s not the easiest of passages, but what’s life without a little adventure? An Ivory/Merchant film on Zoloft. So bear up, pull up your big boy and big girl pants and set forth. Oh yeah, did I mention that one of the most terrifying things you’ll be staring down this year is your own aloneness? Well, there’s a cure for that. It’s called marriage. LOL I told you that you had to face your the annihilation of your concept of the world. I never said you would end up alone with all that magnificent gnosis, now did I?
CAPRICORN
I just finished watching, “Get The Gringo” with one, Capricorn, Mel Colm-Cille Gerard Gibson, yes, the Road Warrior himself. It’s a classic picaresque of Capricornian proportions. Mel’s character is on the bad end of $2,000,000.00 theft, getting busted by the Mexican border patrol with the majority of the cash. He winds up in a quasi-barrio prison, where he quickly rises to prominence inside the prison culture due to his street smarts and ex-military training. By the end of the film, he’s doling out vengeance, saving a mamacita and her chain-smoking nine, while pocketing close to $1.5 mill. from his original theft. The reason I’m sharing this with you is because in some ways, Mel’s film will mirror your life. Not the getting your balls kicked out you scene, nor the reaching for the gun in the crap filled toilet scene, but the overall arc of the character and the story. It’s about overcoming odds through a series of challenges, trials and adversity, often in strange places, with people you barely understand. Yes, I’m talking about the work place. You see, Mel’s character develops a plan and modifies it accordingly based on his available resources and and ever shifting topography of allies. We’re in year four of when Pluto first went into Capricorn, so you’ve had some time to adjust to the intensity and gravitas, the sudden change and the deeply thorough blasts of transformation rippling through your sign. If you’re a Capricorn boss, chances are that you’ve had to lay people, good people off at some point over the past three years. If you deal with money, chances are that you had to reject loans, call them in or flat out remove someone from their premises. If you’re in education, chances are that you had to shut down programs due to lack of funding and yet you survived, even thrived while you watched others fall by the wayside. Some of you might have twinges of survivor guilt, while other Caps just know that this is par for the course and the reason why, is that you understand cycles and time almost better than any other sign and you know that the wheel will turn for some and if you have the opportunity to help (this might be that year) then you will act as an agent of redemption, a silent savior of sorts, balancing out the karmic checkbook of the universe in your own inimitable way. Don’t stop, don’t give up now. Another famous Capricorn, David Bowie is about to release his first album in ten years. It’s going to be an affirmation of his life and in 2013, after the intensity you have been through, you’ll have some affirmation for your own.
AQUA
Coming down the back stretch here boys and girls, I’m feeling giddy, my first post of 2013 and I went for the epic, 5,000 word production. And you wondered why it took me so long? Enough about me, let’s talk about you. I’m concerned about you Aquarius, in fact I even fear for you in some ways. In 2013, each sign will have it’s own unique temptation and test; it is the year of the devil and death. My concern for you is that somewhere along the way, oh shall we say May, that your spirit will take on a heavy aspect. Now this aspect won’t have as much to do with your life as it does your relationship with life. I’m concerned that you will view the events of the world at large in a way that shifts your forward thinking and progressive attitude to something more practical and reasonable. While this sounds good on paper, don’t fool yourself; it could the first step towards a complete rationalization of abandoning your dreams. In fact, you might even be tempted by something like a new job or a grant or something that looks good on the surface but if you’re truly honest with yourself, you’ll realize that you’re lying to yourself and the most subtle reason is, is that you’re scared, You’re scared of the way that the world is turning and you want to be on the right side of that change. Oh, I’m sure some shiny new project or assignment might sound convincing at the time, but sit with it and you’ll see where you’re holding out. So the question is, what do you do? How do you maintain your sense of purpose and hope? How do you retain your power? How can you avoid the subtlest self-sabotaging coup of your consciousness? Here’s my advice. Don’t buy into the bullshit. Don’t get down. Hold fast to the inner flame that guides you, because once the Solstice rolls around, nurturing your purpose is of outmost importance, The great thing about this arrangement is that you’ll show us how it’s done. Once you lock in on your purpose, and use some of that brilliant, yet fixed tunnel vision, the world begins to recede. The reason why I’m sharing this with you, is that I don’t want your sweet genius to fall into wrong hands, because if I’ve forgotten to mention it. it’s going to be off the freaking charts. Lastly, practice charity in a responsible fashion. Help out the world and the world in turn will assist you.
PISCES
Last but not least, the sweet fish swims into action this year, dauntless, yet aware of the big, very big picture. In a world that is fraught with seemingly more and more illusion on a daily basis, Pisces is just finding its sweet spot in the current of high strangeness. “Welcome to my world” the mermaid whispers. While others see you as anything from a flake to St. Bernadette, its because of all signs, you are the one most prone to the projection of others extreme hopes and fears. That changes this year. People around you, from your immediate family to your FB friends, they finally start to get you, finally realize that you’re not crazy and that all those crazy conspiracy theories and tripped out visions you’ve been having, night be that strange after all. Yes, the world is finally catching up to you. We’re not sure if this is a good or bad thing quite honestly for the rest of us, but for you, unfazed and blithely swimming into the dark waters of an uncertain future. Every sign needs a strategy, even yours, so what should you do? How can you maximize your experience, as a tsunami of change is about to crash down upon all of us? Go deeper. While everyone is rising to the surface, seeking superficial answers and quick fixes, you need to go into the opposite direction, because 2013 lines up for you like no other year has for at least a decade. Plunge. Explore your art. Dive into your creativity. While the world screams lack, you serve up baked kale chips and ginger, lemon and beet shots. While the world has had it’s collective head separated from it’s body, get out your sketchbook and capture the unseen agents of fortitude and grace resting at their elbows, kneeling at their knees. While the lies get bigger than Kim Kardashian’s ass after six months of pregnancy, you’ll be a fountain of truth, no longer just a babbling brook, telling it like it is without any kind of fear, remorse or sense of repercussion. Yes, you are out collective hero in 2013. March is pure Nirvana. Soak it up. July brings a practicality to your dreams. Act on them. And November is a kind of reckoning and zero sum moment that has you out front, telling the rest of us that it’s going to be all right for a change. God bless you Pisces.
It’s moments like these, in the dead of night, that I wonder about my legacy and even more importantly my own, current state of affairs. Last night seems like last year. I was tucked into the corner of the Sheraton’s banquet room, transformed for one night into a citadel of faux heroes, with latex biceps and flesh hugging spandex. I’m the guy reading tarot cards for computer nerds dressed up as action figures, rewarded for their year’s past service. The booze is flowing like a river and karaoke breaks out with more and more frequency as inhibitions dissolve like sugar in the bloodstream.
I’m flipping cards and freestylin’ like Charlie Parker. The cards are the standards and I’m deconstructing their eight-note-song, according to their particular harmony or dissonance. Conducting challenge, tragedy, triumph and inertia, I summon the gods and gaze into their spirits.
It goes on for hours. Almost always, I am left with, “how did you know that”? Or, “The cards told you all that”?
After an hour or so, the line to sit gets longer. It’s always been this way. I remember one night in Tucson, on my 36th birthday, the Autumnal Equinox, on a warm, Saturday night–it was like something out of a Garica-Marquez novel. People were ten deep to hear their fortunes. Some wept. Others had mile-wide grins, beaming at their own reflection.
The next morning I went into the desert to commemorate my new year and to beat back the loneliness in the aftermath of that kind of night, where such intense, temporary intimacy is gripping and alive with a deep sense of service. It’s like jazz, deconstructing the code of the moment, running on the through lines of meaning, articulating the darkness, coaxing forth the light.
I once read something by Bird, something about his addiction to smack and how it was the replacement of the emptiness, the void that would inevitably creep back into his life after an evening of wild improvisation and deep listening in soulful reverie, swinging on the rhythms of Orishas, descending into the chordal vortex of bluesy invocations.
As the painted faces of court cards stared back at me, I felt less like Crowley and more like Trane.
But it’s in the aftermath that the darkness and the void return. What was once whole and full, naturally becomes empty. It’s the way of things. I’m grateful for the gift, but it’s a strange one by any standard, jazz or otherwise.
My son’s “other” family is reveling in their new found affluence under the decidedly less burdensome financial gravity of the Lone Star’s orbit and here I am telling people about their future, floating on the elliptic of the fringe, my central nervous system jacked into the grid of the planet. I couldn’t think of two, more disparate lives or ways to get by in the world.
The skies here in my old world reflect my inner atmosphere, the only difference being that the outer is decidedly more artificial than the inner. I shudder at the utter absurdity of it all, like how magically the baddest of the bad guys that led the bloody uprising in Benghazi just might have been caught pulling the same sort of shit in Egypt. We’re supposed to feel some sort of closure I suppose, but it feels more like Oceania fighting Asia or whoever we’re fighting this week. Bad guys have absurdly short shelf lives these days. How many years did we live with the scraggly and ever-changing-mug of Bin Laden?
Now, some unpronounceable, who had recently committed the unthinkable, gets removed under unbelievable circumstances. What are we supposed to feel? Who is it really for? Us? Them? Are we supposed to feel relieved that we got the Benghazi mastermind of the Embassy massacre?
The artificiality of it all trumps the Truman Show and life itself becomes a set within a set, set within, within a set. Nothing feels real.
NFL players die on a weekly basis now, apparently. Last week it was guns, this week, booze and cars. I wonder if Bob Costas will get on his soapbox this Sunday night and go from 5’7 to a soaring 6 feet and declare that, “If cars and alcohol were illegal, that Cowboys linebacker, Jerry Brown might still be alive.” He could, but it would royally piss off Ford, GM, Budweiser and Coors, sponsors of the NFL and Sunday night football. Oh well, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
In England, jolly old England, which ain’t so jolly anymore, Jacintha Saldana supposedly took her life over a prank call, where she fell prey to two Australian DJ’s and their crappy accents, pretending to be Charles and the Queen. Saldana was anything but the suiciding type. She had two children and a loving husband. She was deeply devoted to her profession as a nurse. In 2009, they were named family of the day at the “Boom Christmas” party for the Mangalore, Christmas celebration. They were very close.
Alternative researchers are circling the event like hawks now, combing over the symbols and dates with steely vision. This is no secluded hotel room in Mexico. This is open air carnage at noon. A sharp, collective gaze is decidedly fixed on Buckingham palace.
Speaking of fixed, Saturn in Scorpio is a revelatory portal and this Mercury retrograde, now gone direct has unleashed an absolute laser beam into the soul of the Vox Populi. As it gets ready to move into Sag, prepare yourself for the carnival of revelations. Stay focused, stay present and get ready to witness what you cannot or will not believe. Don’t avert your gaze, don’t crawl back into the comfort of that rotting shell. Medusa will not turn you to stone this time around. The mirrors of the soul will shield you from the serpentine horror.
We need this moment to break the spell, to see the world as it really is, the illusion cracking and fading, pixilating and crashing down around us. Only when we can do this, will we be truly free. Drop your feel good warm and fuzzies, your permissive, false sense of freedom and justice for all and look, look at it.
About four years ago, I stumbled like many onto Dave McGowan’s magnum opus work, “The TLC”. That’s short for “The Laurel Canyon” for those of you that don’t know it. In it McGowan deconstructs the sixties, the Summer of Love culture, and essentially reveals it to be a grand, military industrial exercise, performed like an acid-laced talent show, by kids from military families and faded blue-blood dynasties.
One of the core players of the scene was Vito Paulekas. Paulekas was a sculptor, who used to give sculpting lessons to socialites (code for fucking) at the foot of the Laurel Canyon, in his studio. Paulekas was the leader of a group of free lovin’ fully expressive free spirits in a big, sprawling house in the canyon that would be the crucible for the 60′s as we know them.
Paulekas and his band of merry mavericks called themselves, “freaks.” When early Sunset Strip bands like The Birds would play at The Whiskey, Paulekas and his crew would be bussed in like ACORN members and start doing really strange, free-form dances, which of course, they called, “freaking.”
His little extended family had charming names, like, “Strawberry Giggle Glow” and “Starshine Happy Love.” Style points were obviously not rewarded. Well Vito got into a little trouble when his young son mysteriously wound up dead right around the time he was supposed to be part of Kenneth Anger’s movie, “Lucifer Rising,” Future Manson Family member, Bobby Beausoleil would wind up taking the little boy’s place in the film. Things got a little hot around the canyon as a result and Vito had to leave town.
The reason I’m bringing all this up, is because I was on FB the other night, cruising through the pages of friends of friends. I still have some Marin County, compassionately communicating, ecstatically dancing, raw foodies in there.
I tripped through the second and third degrees of separation and wound up in SoCal, skimming through a poly amorous network, where I saw names like, “Shiva Love Juice” and “Coconut Divine Deva” and it dawned on me that Paulekas’ family of freaks had cracked through to the mainstream, that it had mutated into this strange collective hybrid of raw food, yoga, esoteric piracy, arrested development, toxic narcissim and rampant horniness with no commitments.
This, is when I fully realized that some people are in the Marianas Trench of conscious awareness, masquerading as enlightenment.
There was a time, not too-long-ago, that I might have entertained the notion of a poly-life. I have Venus sextile Uranus and my 11th House is a Libran gang-bang with Neptune in Scorpio on the bottom, with Venus also trining my Mars in the 8th, but now, I simply see the irony of it all, projected onto the world’s plasmatic screen, broadcasting the weird visions of twisted seekers looking for something, anything, that will liberate them with the least amount of work possible.
So, it’s in these empty moments, after contact with the numinous, that the dark light seeps in.
I’ll watch football tomorrow and try to have some mundane marker, some reminder of a normalcy that never really existed. I’ll watch for Russell Wilson, the Seahawks Sag phenom, born 11/29/88, his Sun in trine with transiting Uranus. I ‘ll watch for Colin Kapernick as Saturn moves closer and closer to his Sun/Pluto conjunction. It will give me a Hemingwayesque moment or two for a few hours and then I’ll retreat back to a world where Syria as we know it is on the edge of extinction and WW3 could be just around the corner as a result.
I saw an exchange by two people on FB the other day that was curious to say the least and just a little alarming at the same time. It was between a woman born in the Middle-East and a muslim from Egypt, who was questioning her, baiting her about the purity of her blood and whether she was Arab or English. This mini-inquisition was leading her down the path of sin versus salvation, although the semitic version, versus the ecumenical one. And I thought that zealot Christians had cornered the market on judgment.
This is what happens when the Sun slides into Sag and begins it’s approach towards the galactic center. We question our origins and whether our truth and blood has poured down from the purest star and not the extract of a monkey by some alien god looking for cheap, non-union labor. Sag wants truth and the ultimate answer; The Word. It’s like when Moses stepped out of time on Mount Sinai and was struck by the thunderclap of Yahweh, eternal truths were etched upon the membrane of his soul and he had to write it all down and consecrate it for the wildly fornicating, 24 hour-party-people down below.
Moses represents canonical law, which is Sagittarius and with it comes judgment. Ain’t no way around it. Once you speak it or write it, the moral ramifications are part of the deal; a no-money back warranty, that never expires.
Blood is in the air. Can you feel it? It could be the blood of a royal with a beast in the belly or maybe it’s the blood of Michael Lee Hill, roiling with superhuman levels of CK that would kill most people. Then there’s the arrogance of one factions blood being bluer or truer than others. I’ve heard Farrakhan rail against white blood, rabbis rail against the genetically inferior goyim, who solely exist for their entertainment purposes and eventual slavery. Then there’s the eugenically crazed, Merovingian cult and their rabid inbreeding, with the occasional foray to the other side of the tracks, just to make sure that their strain doesn’t become mutant-idiot-hemophiliacs. Blood is in the air.
Recently, a doctor claims to have sequenced Bigfoot DNA. If this is actually true, it will have major consequences and it will likely be determined that the “white” race is descended from this stinking beast. That will be the next cultural/genetic marker. Well, I have a little secret for all the blood freaks, even the ones like Nick Duplessis, who claims to have an enzyme in his blood to rapidly process aluminum and heavy metals in chemtrails, it doesn’t matter what your blood is, because our desiccated skies are oozing with bioengineered strains of blood, filled with mutant viruses and nano arrays, a cocktail of swarm, the distillation of the hive mind. We are all being genetically modified, some more than others, but the unholy contagion is touching us all.
Apparently I am a Sun Monkey or some other simian offspring based on my blood. I have no grand tale to tell. I am not the incarnation of Edgar Cayce, nor have I had espresso with the head of the nephilim, in fact, my father’s father was a seldom sober, borderline personality and his father, an itinerant drifter that moved from oil field town to oil field town, finding shelter at nights in boarding houses or under bridges. Both inflicted by the generational virus of violence and abuse. Nothing glorious bout my blood, or my past, and I’m supposedly descended from bigfoot. I don’t care. I could give a shit really.
You see, what some people forget, is that Sananda Emanuel came to this planet to subvert all of this, and set the frequency in accord with the highest expression of the galactic tone of unconditional love and direct access to higher consciousness, an act he had performed on other planets, in other times, past, present and future. That frequency is humming and thrumming through all things organic, through every microbe, grain of sand, root and branch, bug and berry. He had to. Carbon, the basis of all things on this planet has six electrons, six protons and six neutrons. And who created the world in seven days?
People have lost sight of this key element. It was a radical re-set, and an act of pure subversion, undercutting the arcane technologies of the pharisees. It was pure and total liberation.
What’s been happening over the past thirteen years via the chemtrail program is that there has been an avid and active strategy to convert the planet into something different, something alien. Consider it a program override of sorts. This, in conjunction with genetically modified organisms is an overt act of turning the earth into completely immersive, synthetic experience. Part of this is to fulfill some insane objective to create the new human as a symbol of the Aquarian age, albeit the dark and anti-Aquarian version. The other part is to subvert the GOD (Galactic Overseer Director) frequency, in all, through all things. Erase the blood of the sepulcher and you erase the bio-magnetic bond that would be Jacob’s Ladder, stepping us “all” up to “all” twelve dimensions of consciousness, “all” twelve strands of undifferentiated DNA, no matter what your blood type or celestial origin. Eliminate the indigenous tribes who embody that very same frequency without the stain of civilization in them and wipe out the whales and dolphins too and what we have his full blown planetcide, a planet that was changed not by dogma or rhetoric, but by the conscious implementation of pure love into it’s grid.
That’s where we are and I’m just a space monkey wrapped in an Earth suit telling this tale for the hundredth time.
Some people wanted me to do something with the Jovan Belcher shooting in Kansas City. I did a bit on the show on Monday and in case you missed it, I’ll break some of it down here.
Jovan Belcher was a linebacker for the Kansas City Chiefs, a guy that extracted every ounce of talent from a 6’2, 228 pound frame. Belcher had 62 tackles in 2010. That’s not bad for an undersized linebacker and special teams player. He went to Maine, where he was a finalist for the Butkus award, an award given to the best college linebacker in the country. So, Belcher has a past. This is important to note. He killed his girlfriend, Kassandra Perkins in front of his mother, then went to the Chiefs facilities, thanked his coach, Romeo Crennel, then shot himself in front of Crennel and supposedly Scott Pioli, the G.M. The always controversial Dallas Goldbug claims that Belcher is Will Smith. I’m not buying it. Now Goldbug’s other claim, that this will be used to take more guns away, I do agree with. The bodies were still warm, when the politicizing hit the airwaves.
On Sunday night, live from Dallas, where JFK was murdered, Bob Costas quoted Jason Whitlock’s piece, and I am paraphrasing here, that if Belcher didn’t have a gun, that he and Perkins would still be alive. That’s complete horse shit. Do you want to know why?
When I lived in Oakland back in the crackin’ nineties, I managed an apartment building and one of my sometime tenants, went off on his wife and beat her so bad, that she jumped out the window, four-stories down, onto concrete. You see, where there’s an evil will, there’s a way. One might say that a handgun might have been more humane in that case. She wound up being a semi-vegetable, unable to care for her children, reduced to a half person, due to his demonic rage.
So Costas’ clear, boundary stepping line aside, and Goldbug’s reaching assertions aside, what went down there?
Well it’s interesting to note, that just a week before, the powerball winner was in Missouri, where he used the numbers of the KC Royals outfielders to claim the top prize (think most, really big lotteries are fixed BTW). So we have the Royals entering into the mix. Who are the Royals? Why the elite of course and we’re back into the bloodline conversation again. Slideshows like this one pop up on the internet, chronicling what it’s like to grow up as a royal.
The Kansas City Royals were founded by Ewing Kauffman, a salesman, who started crushing oyster shells in his home and selling them as calcium supplements. Kauffman would eventually found a chemical juggernaut that would be acquired by Merrill-Dow, creators of Thalidomide, the famous baby mutating drug of the sixities.
The Chiefs were founded by the son of an oil baron, Lamar Hunt. They were originally in Dallas where they were known as the “Texans.” Hunt moved the team when the Cowboys came to town. Hunt announced the move on May 22nd, 1963, six months prior to when JFK would be killed on November 22nd.
Hunt’s son, Clark now runs the Chiefs, mostly in absentia, allowing Scott Piolii to manage the team. Last year, Piolli was involved in a bizarre feud with then coach, Todd Haley. Haley accused Piolli of wiretapping him, having his phone bugged and all around creepy, psychopathic behavior. Piolli is Bill Belelchik’s son-in-law, so that might have something to do with it.
But what’s interesting about the Belcher/Perkins death suicide, aside form the fact that it is a blatant push for more and more gun control are some of the aspects involved.
First, we start with the name “Jovan” which is a derivation of Jovian or Jove or Jehovah. Jove is Jupiter. Jupiter is where God dwells, as evidenced by 2001 and Arthur C. Clarke’s psychedelic odyssey to heaven. Jove/Jupiter is good/God. Saturn is where Satan dwells, and is theoretically hell, so we have God/Satan dynamic in play. Jovan’s death is a ritualized murder of God (symbolically). But it gets even stranger.
Belcher had met Perkins through the wife of another Chiefs player, Jamaal Charles. Charles is known by his initials throughout the league; ” J.C.” Charles was born just two days after Christmas, 12/27.
But this is not the first type of incident like this in Kansas City. Former Chiefs running back, Larry Johnson was arrested at least four times on various assault charges on women. He was the first client of Damon Dash and Jay-Z’s in the sports world, and became known for flashing the symbolic, “Eye of Horus” after scoring a touchdown. Synchronistically, it happens to be Jay-Z’s birthday today. His nickname? “J-Hovah.”
The Belcher/Perkins deaths took place at 8:00AM on December First. The first of December happens to be a very interesting day in history. The 1st of any month is the day of the magician. That is the day where the power of will is accentuated through the male principle, the wand of creation. It is a day potent with the energy to consecrate change. Looking back through history on 12/1, we not only see historic events, but life altering, paradigm shifting and shattering moments that changed the course of history. Let’s look at a few;
• In 1640, the Iberian Union is abolished and Spain and Portugal become separate states. This would signal the end of the Hapsburg reign in Iberia.
• 1834 – Slavery is abolished in the Cape Colony in accordance with the Slavery Abolition Act 1833. This paving the way to the end of slavery in the U.S.
• 1862 – In his State of the Union Address President Abraham Lincoln reaffirms the necessity of ending slavery as ordered ten weeks earlier in the Emancipation Proclamation.
• 1865 – Shaw University, the first historically black university in the southern United States, is founded in Raleigh, North Carolina.
•1913 – The Ford Motor Company introduces the first moving assembly line. This would initiate the arrival of machine consciousness and kick the industrial age into gear.
• 1941 – Pacific War: Emperor Hirohito of Japan gave the final approval to initiate war against the United States. This would in turn facilitate the development of the “Hell Bomb” and open an interdimensional portal, accessed by the Greys, which would lead to Roswell and the secret Eisnehowe pact.
• The New York Daily News reports the news of Christine Jorgenson, the first notable case of sexual reassignment surgery. She would usher in the age of the transhumanist and the cult of synthetic being.
• American Civil Rights Movement: In Montgomery, Alabama, seamstress Rosa Parks refuses to give up her bus seat to a white man and is arrested for violating the city’s racial segregation laws, an incident which leads to the Montgomery Bus Boycott. Trained and educated at the Highlander School in Tennessee, by the American socialists, Myles Horton and Don West, Parks was no doubt well informed about the power of the number one (May Day) on her defiant bus ride through the streets of Mobile.
• 1981 – The AIDS virus is officially recognized. Yep. That’s right.
• Channel Tunnel sections started from the United Kingdom and France meet 40 metres beneath the seabed.
• 2009 – The Treaty of Lisbon, which amends the Treaty on European Union and the Treaty establishing the European Community, which together comprise the constitutional basis of European Union, comes into effect. This is the formal birth of the E.U.
I will put 12/1 up against almost any other day in history for radical, social change, through planned acts of will. In addition to all of the above, a number of countries either gained independence or formed unions on the first, including, Iceland and Papua New Guinea. The Kingdom of Yugoslavia is formed between the Serbs, Croats, and Slovenes. Transylvania and Romania merge.
And now we have the Belcher double shooting and Bob Costas pimping for gun control on Sunday night football.
Looking at the Sabian Symbol for the 1st, we go to Sag 10 and a rather interesting one at that; here is the Rudhyar definition.
PHASE 250 (SAGITTARIUS 10°): A THEATRICAL REPRESENTATION OF A GOLDEN-HAIRED GODDESS OF OPPORTUNITY.
KEYNOTE: Society’s efforts at dramatizing the greatness of what it offers to the ambitious person.
Civilization as a process demands the goading of individuals to spend their vital energies in the pursuit of achievements which, while fulfilling the individual’s ambition and greed, nevertheless generate various forms of what we call “progress.” This sequence of symbols mainly refers to the drive for advancement along “human, all too human” paths of growth.
This is the last symbol of the fiftieth five-fold sequence. We see in it how socio-cultural forces operate by dramatization and propaganda. The result is all too often a process of FORCED GROWTH.
He nods his head.
The chart of the day is an interesting one and sice we have the exact time, we see intriguing elements emerge.
Notice the 12th House Sun, hidden, obscured, squaring Neptune on the cusp of the third, opposing Jupiter retrograde in Gemini. This is a duplicitous placement for the Sun, the sole/sol purpose of the chart and the moment which we cannot see. The square to Neptune questions motive. The opposition to erratic Jupiter in Gemini (remember, this was a dual death), backwards even, is not a clear transmission as the truth of Sag is manifested in it’s twisted opposite.
Then there’s the killer T-Square of Pluto/Mars/Moon/Uranus manifesting in violence and desecration. The Moon in Cancer at 11 degrees is conjunct the U.S. Sun in Cancer at 13 degrees. This is a radical assault on the emotional traditions of the country, ones based on nurturing lives, aspirations and dreams. Belcher supposedly killed Perkins in front of his mother (Cancer/Moon) and while this square seems to assault our senses and sensitivities, the mutual reception of Pluto/Mars with the Scorpio stellium in the 11th, the house of media points in a very different direction. The 11th House also represents NGOs like, well the United Nations. Here, Pluto/Mars are actually supporting the hegemony and the power of the 11th through the media and likely will, for lack of a better term, trigger a global response, while the Cancer Moon/US Sun will bear the brunt of fallout.
Bob Costas by the way is my antipode, born March 22nd. I looked at his bio and some of his pictures through the years. The first thing that jumps out at me, is how little he has aged. He’s nearly sixty and the guy works almost non-stop, leaping from football, to late night, to radio. It’s a schedule that would kill some people and rapidly age others. And yet, Costas is like a replicant, never changing, rarely at a loss for words, even they are over-the-line, and every hair in perfect place.
So what’s it all about? Well, we have one part meta-ritual, one part psyop, one part-psychic driver, one part surreal spectacle of society. Is it tragic? In a word, yes, but the truly sad double shooting only hints at the real pathos through the abduction of our spirits and the wanton manipulation of our minds.
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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.
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.
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.
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