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I’ve been a baaaaaaahaaaad boy

I’ve been wanting to write about this hot cross deal we’re all weenie roasting on. I can’t remember what the name of the film was, but I remember seeing a matinee with my uncle at the local theater when I was around seven. It was a film about Jesus, maybe it was “King of Kings” I can’t quite be sure, but I remember the crucifixion scene and recall fire, smoke and what looked like someone roasting sausages. Perhaps this was a deceptively placed subliminal that I picked up on, which somehow was supposed to trigger me to run to the snack bar and get one of those fine, roasted hot dogs in a nicely steamed bun. For years, I associated the cross with a hot dog picnic–kosher of course.

I’ve been moving, a moving target in the cardinal cross hairs. That doesn’t mean I haven’t had some intensity–far from it.

On Saturday, I learned deep insight into the sign of Pisces, the epoch and era of the Prince Of Peace. On Saturday, I realized that my son is a scapegoat. He’s also a Pisces. I’ve been witnessing the mechanics around this and it’s utterly fascinating.

He plays little league baseball, in two leagues. He plays in his rec league, the team that I manage and he also plays on a Select/Elite team.

His first year here, last year, when we moved here from California, he was just eight when he tried out. He played well and was drafted into a league dominated by ten-year-olds. It was a bit much for him both physically and psychically. He also had a bit of a young douche teammate who froze him and two other boys out of his inner circle. Welcome to Texas. I had to talk to him numerous times as his Piscean storm clouds would gather at strike three looking. Shrink. dad, hitting coach, the hats were often really confusing. We got through the season, but I was witnessing my son’s penchant for blame (a Piscean strategy when overwhelmed) and the fog of victimization that clouded over our talks, which would then seep into his practices on occasion. By the end of the season, he was getting it. He was hitting and it felt like we overcame a number of obstacles, both emotionally and skill wise.

Fast forward on Saturday, a tournament with his Select team south of San Marcos in the first bright Sun of the season.

In the first game, the team pounced on a nine-and-under team and did what they had to do. The second game rolled around and the faced a ten-and-under team. Equals. What has been an ongoing theme reared it’s not so-handsome-head again; this team hasn’t been able to overcome adversity. They have been bullied by slightly better teams and when they have squared off against squads of similar talent, they haven’t been able to stave them off or come back. For whatever reason, they haven’t found their pulse when needed. Saturday was no exception. Poor pitching and lack of timely hitting, mixed with some errors on poor decisions had them down by five runs headed into the last inning and guess whose kid was up? Yep. He managed to fight off a few pitches and fist a weird grounder to first and got on base. That’s when things got strange and scapegoaty.

He led off first base and his coach (the manager of the team) told him to get a bigger lead. He did and the pitcher threw over to first. My son dove back in and he was safe–barely. The cagey pitcher knew he could get him though if my son got a bigger lead, so like a skilled fly fisherman, he let the line out a little longer as my son inched closer to second base and then he struck like a baby cobra. My son knew he was going to be picked off and tried to hot foot it to second. He was out cold. Embarrassed he jogged back until he crossed the foul line then began to mope into the dugout when his coach barked at him to get off the field. It was the first time I had ever seen the coach blow his cool like that in public, usually his wrath was saved for his own son, out of which he expects nothing but perfection.

Perhaps, ironically, I had chosen not to wear a hat and my face was burned and red, my physical approximation of my son’s inner state. Instead of the scarlet letter, I had the scarlet head.

I’ve been tracking him at practice and he’s getting uptight. He gets flustered when he makes a mistake and then loses his cool and confidence and as he does, it sends reverberations into the heads of the coaches who then beam back their displeasure, cycling into an unconscious feedback loop, which my Piscean/Cancer rising son intuits as judgment, which makes him more uptight and prone to making more mistakes as the natural flow and grace exits the body, leaving him without poetry, enthusiasm and joy. He is becoming the shadow fetish of the team, a function that both he and the coaches seem more than willing to agree upon in their semi-unconscious role play.

This is how Pisceans become victims and lead actors in the blame game. Their sensitivity and their unconscious need to find their own excuses at failure lead to the eventual projection of a group or a collective failure. It is here where the Pisces character must forgive and compassion for himself and the other, must be channeled. Without it, a two-thousand-year-old drama gets played out, again and again. Maybe I should have had the hot dogs on Saturday to engage my own, curious relationship with this phenomenon. But I had plenty of time this past 48 hours to indulge in a little forgiveness and surrender myself.

Exhausted from moving, blistered by the central Texas Sun, worn out from watching my kid become that kid, all I wanted to do was watch TV in my new place with him. Didn’t happen. Time Warner was supposed to come out and they didn’t. No cable. I spoke with the CS rep and of course he has no answers. He can’t just flip a switch so that we can zone out in a field of projected, plasma trance induction. What am I supposed to do? Yell? Shake my fist and tell him that Direct TV wouldn’t treat me this way? While it isn’t like I am forgiving a criminal (let’s be real), there was nothing else I could do except accept and with that, I took my little scapegoat down to South Congress. Sometimes I go there at night when I feel a little blue. I asked him where he wanted to eat and he said, “Lucky Robot.” It’s a sushi place that somehow manages to fuse both “Hello Kitty” and “Astro Boy.”

We sat at the sushi bar and I turned him onto “Spider Roll” his first, soft shell crab and a killer, smoked salmon roll with goat cheese. I figured we would take part in a communion of sorts and consumed his rising sign (Cancer/Crab), his sun sign (Pisces/Salmon) and some churned scapegoat (Goat Cheese). I didn’t plan the menu, but it turned out that way as we partook of his astrological body and it’s gustatory affiliates. So I guess, the moral of the story is that when you feel like a scapegoat, or life is conspiring, along with you, to flesh that role out, eat yourself, symbolically speaking of course, because at some point, you’ll have to deal with the shit anyway. Now onto much more important matters than my son and his holographic learning lab.

As some of you might know, I am no longer doing my show on Gaiam. I have been put on hiatus, this despite the relative success of the show inside of Gaiam itself. It’s a numbers game and I have no one to blame other than me. I haven’t been keeping my website current enough, not tweeting enough, not doing as many horoscopes as I could. In short, being a father, manager, producer, radio host, personal astrologer to clients and a writer has spread me more than a little thin and yet, this is where it’s at right now on Terra. Life is a numbers game, from metrics, to money managers. Speaking of money, this dead bankers trail is getting ridiculous. They’ve gone from the questionable suicides, to outright gang-styled hits. It’s reminding me of Ecstacsy dealers getting knocked off in Manchester, circa 1992. Somewhere, sometime, someone will spill the beans that the whole shit house is going to come down and that we’re all going to be fleeced and fucked. Pensions will be swallowed whole by Wall Street whales. Bank accounts will be seized and the public won’t know what hit them until it is far too late.

The cow and tortoise show over at the Bundy place is just a warm up, a primer for when the feds decide to keep poking the big-old-dog who farts too much with a stick. At some point the dog will snarl and snap back. It’s not far off now. Then there’s Ukraine and neo-nazis and neo-cons. It’s said that the US is amassing troops at the Ukraine border. Hey, did any of you know that the head of the Navy, shares the last name of Nostradamus’s third antichrist? That’s right, his name is “Mabus.” Life is downright funny sometimes, isn’t it?

Meanwhile, Mad Men has returned and I am still waiting for Matt Weiner to kick it it into high gear. That’s not to mean that he isn’t loading the symbolic chamber with some high-caliber-ammo. Don has been sent packing, cast out of heaven or hell, depending on one’s relationship to gnostic deities and salvation.

Don has been replaced by “Lou” which of course is short for Lucifer. “Lou Avery” to be precise is the new Don, or new DON or new dawn. His name evokes both the rebellion of a fallen angel and the ordinariness of an office supply, like an Avery stapler. Yes, he is all that and less. In William Blake’s universe he is the ponderous and gravity afflicted, Urizen.

Then there’s black “Dawn” who used to work for Don and is now feeding him information while Don is in one of Dante’s rings of limbo. At one point, Don tries to get a little cozy with black Dawn, which would almost be too much of an alchemical marriage for us to handle. It would be an illuminated wet dream. But in tonight’s episode, things got even weirder. Dawn was messing with another receptionist at SCG, also black, named “Shirley.” At one point, they switched names and Shirley was Dawn and Dawn was Shirley. Then they both got moved from their secretarial positions because Peggy is an unhappy bitch and Lou is an evil office accessory with no sense of humor. But neither can sit at the front desk and be the face of SCG, because, well, they are just not the right face.

Don’s daughter, Sally, is away at boarding school and her room is littered with butterfly prints and cut outs and lo and behold, there’s a yarn painting of an owl, looking down upon her and her roomies. Weiner has packed her room with triggers and occult eye candy galore. Speaking of packed, Joan is stuffed once again in her “Lady In Red,” boob hugging dress, making Jack Parsons clap with glee in Hell. Meanwhile, Megan is in Topanga or Laurel Canyon, right around the same time Charlie Manson is dropping acid and screwing hippie chicks and lost hookers out at Spahn Ranch. It’s a simmering cauldron, but that’s all it is at the moment. It’s the Neptunian allure of two-martini lunches and psychopathology masquerading as liberation at the end of the sixties. Altamont is still just a shot away.

So where the hell are we? Oh yeah, I’m not doing Gaiam any more, I’ve moved into a new place and hopefully I can start doing videos again–soon. I want to do them every morning and figure out a way to stream it all live and keep a roof over my head. I’ve got the bones for a new website and gosh darnit, I don’t care what it takes now. We’re in the stretch run and we might as well let it all hang out so that when the party’s over and they turn out the lights, you know that you didn’t just sit back and let candles burn into the dark, like McArthur Park, or just go mute on the day the music died or didn’t try to stop Puff from sadly slipping into his cave. In essence, you’d better get your licks in now.

The Grand Cross will escalate and the tensions will rise. It might not manifest in the fall of the dollar or the government quite yet, but I can tell you that on a personal level, especially ye fair cardinal signs, or peeps with planets in cardinal signs, from 10-15 degrees, the demand that you apply your energy in meaningful areas of your life has never been greater than now. No matter what the circumstances look like, no matter how rough the finish of the spiritual sandpaper grinding you down, try not to worry or freak out. This is only a test and believe it or not, it’s rocket fuel for your trip into deep, inner space, reaching those places you haven’t had the courage or payload to get to. It’s all energy. Use your conviction to the fullest and we might just snuff out these evil plans to herd us like Cliven Bundy’s cattle long enough until they show us the horrific and pitiful visages behind their ancient and cracking masks. The real disclosure has nothing to do with aliens or ET’s–it’s all about the parasitic virus that’s been living amongst us for eons, adopting new and different names, using philanthropy as a cover. This my friends will be the true disclosure and if we wait them out long enough and live by the peaceful commandments of the most universal and high, they will simply show themselves and in so doing, lose the power of spells and illusions cast upon us. Until then, live your life like there’s no tomorrow and do it with commitment so you won’t feel cheated. Stay cool you groovy cats and kittens.

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The archetypal cardinal cross.

Robert Johnson’s life is littered with clues and symbols that historians and occultists get sweaty palms over. He’s the perfect crossfade between historical persona and modern myth. He took at least two, different, factual names over the course of his life (Spencer and Johnson) not too mention the numerous aliases that he assumed when he travelled, staying one step ahead of angry husbands and maybe the devil himself.

Johnson’s second father was curiously named, “Will Willis” but went by the name of Dusty; “Do as thou will/wilt.”

“Little Robert Dusty” would disappear for periods of time from his Lucas, Arkansas home, (Lucas of course being the earthly surname of the bringer of light), and would purportedly spend time in Memphis, “The City of Kings.”

Johnson met and married Virginia (Virgin) Travis in February of 1929, the month of the cast out revolutionary. She shortly died thereafter giving birth. His contemporaries and relatives blamed the death on Johnson and his insistence on playing secular music, but perhaps there was something more going on. If Johnson were a musician in today’s Babylonian network of recording, distribution and live performance, the death of a wife giving birth would immediately be scrutinized as a ritual sacrifice by certain inquiring minds. In life, timing is everything. It’s not long after that, when Johnson travels to the famous crossroads, where he allegedly sold his soul to the devil to play guitar like no one else.

He would also have marriages and relationships with women named, “Estella” which is essentially, “Eastern Star” and a woman with the last name of “Craft.” He would record his very first record on 11/23/36, with Jupiter in Sag conjunct the Galactic Center and wounded Gemini in Chiron at 11 degrees, the astrological and numeric symbol of the Twin Towers, opening the gateway to temporal duality, magnetically captured and sealed for the likes of Page, Clapton, Richard and Hendrix. It provided them with both the musical and darkly spiritual tableau as the rock and roll heirs to Johnson’s blues drenched mythos.

While he was a very good harmonica player, his guitar skills bordered on embarrassing, that was until he returned to Hazlehurst and visited “The Crossroads.” After his alleged meeting with “Ol Nick” himself, Johnson started displaying chops that not only surpassed the rudimentary playing that people were accustomed to, but was so advanced and singular, that he stood out in ways that made people question how he got so damn good, so damn fast.

He would live a life as a wandering minstrel, criss-crossing the dusty roads and paved highways of the south, though he did travel as far as Chicago, New York and even Canada. He would eventually die at the age of 27, before he would reach his Saturn Return.

Why am I talking about Robert Johnson? Because the crossroads, just outside of Hazlehurst is the symbol of our time as the Cardinal Grand Cross approaches. We too are at a crossroads in our collective and spiritual history. Bankers are dropping like birds, planes vanish in a Neptunian fog of conspiratorial conjecture. Russian troops gather at the fringe of eastern Ukraine’s border, while Putin starts talking about Ukraine’s massive gas debt, another Neptunian cipher. Apparently, Putin is hinting at a gold for gas and oil exchange, that would essentially sink the petrodollar (Thanks Robert B).

Out on the edge of Vegas, just beyond the shimmering lights of illusion and loss, the Bundy family is in a standoff with the BLM over the fate of a land tortoise, but in reality, it’s about gas rights, oil and fracking, again Neptune’s amorphic influence. Interesting to note that Bundy is one of the illuminati family names that Fritz Springmeier outs. Is there a connection? Only Neptune knows and it doesn’t divulge it’s secrets in headlines, but sometimes tombstones can be quite telling. Robert Johnson has three tombstones, two of which are in Zion, Mississippi, one of which is a one-ton-cenotaph in the form of a stout obelisk, placed there by the Babylonian music mafia.

Maybe it’s so heavy and leaden that they didn’t want Johnson’s tortured spirit to chase them down and haunt them and their families for the next seven generations

On April 15th, we’re staring down the Blood Moon/Lunar Eclipse, which is the first of four this year, all of which are associated with the Jewish high holy days. The word is out on the street so to speak, that we should expect mayhem, sacrifice and bloodshed. Perhaps we’ve already had a taste. Just two days ago, Alex Hribal, an average kid, from an average family, attending an average high school, in an average part of Pennsylvania, whipped out a knife and went on a stabbing spree, injuring 20 students. That’s a lot of blood.

Hribal was described as a mild-mannered kid, who came from a Brady-Bunch-styled family. With all due respect and even prayers to the Hribal family, It has been noted that in many cases, the darkest and most devilish sorts are in actuality the pillars of the community, church and family.

I am not saying this is the case here, but young Alex, looks positively possessed. Remember, Kubrick’s twisted and dark picaresque in “Clockwork Orange” was also named, “Alex.”

So perhaps the blood does flow in anticipation of the Blood Moon. There was a shooting as well at Fort Hood. “Hood” of course being the operative word here, and today, there were supposedly four shooters at a Memphis high school (there’s that city again) where there was a lockdown. I don’t know about you, but if I were running some security company, I’d use all of these “events” to my advantage and do everything in my power to get more security into schools, shopping malls and stadiums. That’s where the money is. Just ask TSA and DHS, agencies who siphon off taxes and tax revenue for their livelihood. It’s a genius business model, because there are companies that have deals with both groups which provide any number of products and services, for our safety and security of course. So why not expand the model? There’s plenty of room for growth! I am slightly digressing–slightly.

We’re in Aries now, Sun at 22 degrees and Mars is in Libra and Uranus is in Aries and people are feeling it.

The Sabian Symbol for today is THE GATE OPENS TO THE GARDEN OF ALL FULFILLED DESIRES. What would happen if you could channel your angst, fear and apprehension in the other direction? What if we, at this crossroads of the grand cross, with the blood dripping Moon and the looming solar eclipse could consciously use this energy to liberate us from the chains of our shadows and activate the four essential elements of the cardinal magic?

Mars in Libra is a dedication to uphold fairness and justice in our own lives and to actively tend to the needs of relationship. Jupiter in Cancer is the expansive nature of nurturing and care that is like the clear water of the uncontaminated, country well, which gives source to all life. Pluto in Capricorn is the dedication and commitment to master and climb the steep angles of our ascent, wherein we face our greatest fears along the way. Will we fail? Will it all fall apart as the systems based, holographic theater fragments around us? Uranus in Aries is the spark of creation, the dynamo of the will and when aligned with soul, becomes a force for super-novelty and innovation. There’s an upcoming grand water trine as well, descending down, from the heavens, the sweet surrender of compassion and catharsis is also waiting to be manifest. All the elements are here.

We have given voice to our fears and we have rooted out most of those that are damned and disastrous, though we can never be quite that sure, and even if there is an evil plan afoot, this is our time as much as “theirs.” Remember that. If we’re at a crossroads, then take the right path, all the way back home. Really, the choice is and has always been yours.

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The Psychic Albatross

One of the challenges to more exposure is less time. I can remember, back in the day, with Uranus was arcing over my ascendant, just down the road from the petrol pits, I would spend hours at the typewriter, chasing the comet’s tail. It was my lifeline and the current I would plug into, to channel the chaos of the planet, the order of the stars. It’s a bit more difficult these days as I have been tending to and working with a number of clients. However, writing is and always has been the soul of what I do and when I stay away too long, my spirit atrophies in a particular fashion and I feel like an alien at times in my own life. Writing connects me back to my deeper strata and I feel human again.

So let’s crank it up.

Where do we start?

I have been purposefully avoiding Flight 370 for a number of reasons, most of which is that I still do not get a hot, psychic read on the entire affair. We have been goosed with phantom false flags for the past three years. From Aurora to Sandy Hook, to the Boston Marathon, the script reads like a B movie, replete with actors and extras, all from central casting from the Matrix Theater. And if they aren’t stand ins, then they are company hacks, like Ruslan Tsarni (formerly Tsarnaev) who lives on the CIA’s back forty in Bethesda, Maryland.

These sorts of things have always occurred, they were just, well, more hidden, covertly averted from the public’s gaze. Now it’s tattered and messy. The seams on the fabric of this so-called reality are showing more and more often.

These events not only grab our attention but are used to move the needle of public opinion by manufacturing concern, so much that in the case of Sandy Hook, over $27,000,000 has been raised. That’s a lot of concern and yet, when I check in to feel the pulse and heat of these events, I get nothing but void and empty space.

In the case of the Tsarnaev brothers, I do think that they were shot, killed and in the case of Dhozkar, incarcerated. They were the back-up plan, the fall guys for a false flag directed at angry-white-males that got blown up in real time.

So when Flight 370 ducked out of sight and into the 4th dimension, or Diego Garcia, or wherever it was supposed to go, again, I got nothing.



Then I held back, waiting for more intel, clues, symbols and signs to accrue. The first reason behind the disappearance behind the flight the “official” story had to do with two supposed hijackers from Iran that had stolen passports. When their horribly botched photoshop images came through, it literally had no legs to stand on and that one lasted about 48 hours. This was the terrorist angle.

Then there was the angry pilot, who had a hard on against the Malaysian government, prepped his escape on his home flight trainer, left his wife and kid , took a self incriminating selfie, and piloted flight 370 into the great beyond. This was the lone nut angle.

This lasted slightly longer than the Iranians with the same legs perps narrative.

On the alternative side there’s been talk of patents and Rothschild backed, corporate espionage and even though I love me some Rothschild scandal, this never seemed to fit for me. Why would someone who purportedly has roughly ¼ of the planet’s entire wealth sweat it out over a chip patent? It’s even more questionable since Rothschild sits on the board of Blackstone, which has a controlling interest in Freescale. And, in case of death, those patents pass the company anyway. This made very little sense.

Then there’s the military contractor brain drain personified by Phillip Wood, who stealthily managed to stick an Iphone up his ass and then take a blacked out selfie from his phone with the coordinates of Diego Garcia embedded in the selfie.

My issue with this scenario and the patent scenario in general, is that if a company was going to send their key employees out, why would they want to put them on the same plane? In corporate America, there are often rules in place that prohibit this kind of travel and how did the Rothschilds or the USA gov get the passenger list so quickly and then use their Skyhawk technology to airjack 370 and land it at an undisclosed location? And if that’s the case, then is this an ongoing operation where hundreds of thousands of flight lists are scanned and classified on a daily basis, just for possible scenarios such as Flight 370?

And why are people going out their way to convince all of us that Phillip Wood is very real? Maybe he is, but based on Aurora, Sandy Hook and Boston, where practically no one was real, wouldn’t it makes sense to establish the realness of Phillip Wood and others related to 370?

Okay, then there’s the scenario that the plane would be re-loaded and retrofitted to appear to look like another plane, stuff it with a nuke and fly it to Russia, China or Palo Alto, crash it and kick start WWIII and oh, by the way the Israelis have a mirror of that very same plane hidden in an airport in Tel Aviv.

None of these scenarios sounds all that plausible and quite frankly, it’s opened a sort of small pox version of conspiracy contagion. Even a seasoned decoder like myself is having a hard time believing any of it and trust me, I want to believe!

So let’s turn to astrology where perhaps we might have some clues.

One of the symbols that many people skipped over when looking at Sochi and the Olympics is a massive, statue of Neptune at the edge of The Black Sea. The Winter Olympics are for all intents and purposes a Neptunian event, since they take place on water—frozen water. Notice the fractal periphery of reality embedded in the image of a towering, frozen pyramid on the ocean

The Olympics as a whole are theaters of ritual and initiation, especially the opening and closing ceremonies. The whole Sochi debacle was one bad story after another; cold water, broken doors, stray dogs, lousy food, hacked computers, anti-gay vigilantes, kids with runny noses punching foreigners in the balls, waiters pissing in your bortsch. It was a travesty, a side-show circus more in line with a banana republic than a world power. Putin was a tyrant, but even worse, a con man who staged the Olympics just to fleece the world and make few million, Federal Reserve notes on the side. It seemed like every story was being cranked out by the SPLC, and their stringers, on an hourly basis.

Then, no sooner did the ice melt did OTPOR and Neocons jump on Ukraine. The negative PR for Putin and Russia was all a ploy to paint such an entirely negative picture that if and when they were gonna throw down in Kiev, that Putin had been painted out to be so vile and corrupt that the US and NATO would be doing the world a big favor by shutting him down.

This is the Neptunian fog of deception employed in the effort to discredit and dehumanize any selected foe or opposition, all the while trumpeting the enlightened position and humanity of the accusers. It’s an old, old story.

Neptune stands guard over the ocean in Sochi, trident in hand, stony and silent. He is the guiding spirit and symbol of what was and is going to unfold. It’s also interesting to note that the trident is part of the Ukrainian coat of arms. Hmmmmmm.

Across the ocean, in the same place where there was once two towers, a massive, 1,776 foot obelisk masquerading as a skyscraper is using twin tridents as part of it’s memorial to the buildings that once stood there. The tridents were support columns from the Twin Towers. Across the water, in New Jersey, two more tridents stand erect like antenna, a way station of memory and illusion.

A few months back, Maseratti launched a dark, apocalyptic, commercial that foretells of a coming event. Notice the opening image. It’s a large and cresting wave.The commercial is for a car they are launching in the USA called, “The Ghibli” which is a hot, dust bearing desert wind, from North Africa. They are the equivalent of the Santa Ana winds in Southern California, also known as “Devil Winds.” Maserati’s logo is a trident if you didn’t catch it in the commercial video.

“Ghilbli” is also the name of the film studio of Miyazaki, which has produced a number of magical manga films for children. One of Miyazaki’s most successful films was “Ponyo” which is a story about a fish girl that wants to become a human girl. The backdrop of the story takes place amongst falling satellites and a wobbling moon. The gravitational field of the planet is off and the world is succumbing to rising tides swallowing up the land and only Ponyo’s intervention as a human girl can save the planet.

Now we have the disappearance of Flight 370 at sea. Have a peak at the logo for Malaysian Airlines.

Guess what movie opened last week?

What is the theme here? Rising tides and the antediluvian creation tale of a sinful world, cleansed and purified by them.

What breaks just two days from now? It’s the next generation of Occupy and the artificially, inseminated color revolution. This one is called, “Planet Spring” and is fronted by the Pied Piper of the New World Order, Russell (Hey I’ve kicked drugs—Neptune) Brand. Neptune is the planet of messiahs, gurus and teachers—good and bad.

Who supposedly funded Occupy? Why it was “The Tides Foundation” of course.

The invocation of Neptune exists on a number of levels. The trident is the undersea version of the pitchfork. So there is something slightly demonic when it comes to old Neptune. This demonic undercurrent was transferred to the Marvel Comics super hero, Sub Mariner, who wields a trident and with his pointy ears carries that devilish charisma befitting a prince from Atlantis.

I managed to uncover and interesting issue from the Sub Mariner back catalog, circa Silver Age; “Come The Cataclysm” Guess what? It’s issue number 33.

Nothing is as it seems. People are actors and actors are just people. Crisis is commonplace and the world is peeling away. The reality construct is dissolving into Neptunian mist and ether.

With Chiron and Neptune, both in Pisces, we are looking at profound levels of deception and illusion, but also the conscious return to what we call “God.”

It is in this zone that a particular hexagram of the I Ching takes on a powerful resonance; Dangerous Depths. Here is the definition of hexagram 29, water above and water below.

“Exposure to danger brings good fortune to those who move beyond it. Like boaters passing through white-water rapids, those faced with serious challenges must remain alert. They must take all available precautions and, above all, must keep going forward so as to remove themselves from harm’s way. Once the danger has passed, good fortune awaits.

The positive side of danger is that it offers an excellent chance to cleanse the senses and strengthen the spirit. Surviving danger brings with it tremendous reinvigoration, and sharpens the eye and mind for future challenges.

It is reckless to court danger, but critical to inner development not to shrink from it either. Those who respond to danger most effectively are those who are able to establish an inner bubble of calm in the midst of the action. A calm center keeps one rooted in the moment, alert and focused. Courage at such times springs from focused attention, from a willingness to penetrate the moment of danger to its very core, so as to shape it and transform it.”

Of course much of this can be metaphorical in that we are all on the precipice of rising tides and emotional overwhelm in these times, but there can also be a literal meaning here, especially when we factor in the Cardinal Cross, of which you will have to wait until tomorrow.

Flight 370 (where have we seen these before?), no matter what the “real” story or “real” cause is, is an immersion into deception, depth, illusion and spectacle. This is what “I believe” is the true meaning behind it—that and a portent of massive Earth changes due to the rising social and coastal tides.

When confronted with dangerous depths, it’s time to become a deep diver.

Speaking of Neptune my latest show over at Gaiam TV plunges into the great Neptunian crisis of the planet, from Fracking, to The Gulf Oil Spill, to Fukushima, to the aerosol spraying of Chemtrails, it all gets covered. You can sign up for a free, ten-day-trial at Gaiam, just by clicking THIS LINK.

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Babble on . . .

Last week at SXSW, what was once a hush-hush getaway for music journalists deep in the heart of Texas, getting turned onto indie sounds, soft tacos, warms nights and cheap beer, became a ritual vortex when rapper, Rashad Owens turned his car into a death machine, plowing past barricades on the closed off Red River St. (Blood). Three people have now died, the latest being Sandy Thuy. Le, who died this past Monday.

The mayhem occurred just outside the Mohawk Club at 912 Red River, just a block away from Stubbs, where Lady Gaga would perform the following night, March 13th, which would mark the seventeen-year-anniversary of the Phoenix Lights and the 18th anniversary of “The Dunblaine Massacre.”

On the Stubbs stage, Gaga was puked on by “vomit artist” Millie Brown. Brown drinks colored milk and regurgitates it back in rainbow-like fashion.

Vomiting is a ritual that’s performed in some very dark circles. Obviously there is some Linda Blair back channeling going on here. But at least we have gone from cold, pea soup to rainbow skittle milk–now that’s what I call spiritual evolution!

This is Gaga, doing what she does best, bringing her own, unique brand of pop perversion and stepping it down to the masses, one-day and one block removed from what could now be termed, “The Red River Massacre.”

Owens started his death ride on 9th St. and ended on 11th St…Nine Eleven.

The chart for that event and time shows Saturn in Scorpio in the 12th House, squaring Mercury in Aquarius in the 3rd House. Mercury is movement and travel, the messenger of the gods. In the third house we see an Aquarian gathering on the local level (3rd House) and it is at a hard angle to Saturn roiling in the deep anonymity of the 12th. Scorpio, death is pulling hard on Hermes’ leash. Gaga has her Sun at 7 degrees, just south of transiting Uranus, her Sun is squaring transiting Pluto, which is appropriate because “Gaga” is “Pluto” in Sumerian and it’s a trickster god. She’s another one of Babylon’s whorish manifestations, an energetic projection and incarnation of Jack Parson’s and L.Ron Hubbard’s summoning known as “The Babalon Working.”

In my second installment on ‘”The Babalon Working Part” (Part II) over at Gaiam, I cover the strange and tangled web left behind in the wake of Jack Parsons, Marjorie Cameron and L. Ron Hubbard’s occult, menage-et-trois. The Babalon Working was an invocation of the dark goddess made manifest, risen from the loins Babylon in the latter 20th Century. As a result, we are now living in a daily occult ritual, staged 24/7, where soul thieving pop divas get puked on the stage of BBQ restaurants, while meat is cooked and seared into spiced carbonic clouds and possessed rappers take hold of the wheels of steel, turning it into a life mashing-death-machine.

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Getting played on the global chessboard

Things move forward, then they move back, sometimes they change places, occupying one spot while the other occupies, well the other. Mercury and Venus are part of the dance. Venus retrograde in Capricorn has been a major force in having us re-visit pour emotional pattern inside of relationships. Capricorn and Saturn often represent some form of karmic agreement/debt. Capricorn is also Baphomet, so with Venus, retrograde in Capricorn, the devil must have his due. It went retrograde back on the 22nd of December, just as the Sun was entering Capricorn and while they were not even remotely in orb, the energy of Capricorn, the heavy hooves of the beast was going to be felt.

For some people, this backward motion represented a trip through time and in my case, a heavy duty, past-life review of all of my previous relationships, good or bad, rise or fall, the indiscriminate screen of emotional projection played out as I saw and felt through the eyes of others. It was both horrific and profound. The Venus retrograde in Cap also helped us understand our values or in some cases, the lack thereof inside of relationship.

One of the areas that I think this has been played out on the global stage is in Ukraine, where we have witnessed a patented, EU/IMF coup, through the back channels of oligarchic power and control. Ukraine on 3/3/14 isn’t that much unlike Libya, Egypt or Yemen. Want to see some cool astrological shit? Let’s go back in time and clock the various revolutions that I spoke of.

• The Yemeni Revolution: 1/27/11 to 2/27/11

• The first, Egyptian Revolution: 1/25/11 to 2/11/11

• The Libyan Revolution: 2/15/11 to 10/23/11

• The Ukrainian Revolution: 2/18/13 to 2/23/15

Notice a trend? All of those “revolutions” took place under the sign of Aquarius. Now we can note that in some way, they are all part of the “Arab Spring” and occurred in domino like fashion, so there is not as much chance for coincidence, but here we are again, with Ukraine and we see the hand of Aquarius, flashing across the screen. As an astrologer, this makes a great deal of sense and makes our job much easier frankly. However, maybe there’s something else taking place and astrology is being used as a propulsive cannon on which events, large scale, global events are launched.

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Just in case you’re not up on your Serbian, the header for this section is, “Down The Rabbit Hole.” What I am going to attempt to show you and unravel is again, how Aquarius not only comes up as a theme, again and again, when we deal with revolution(s) but also the very strange bedfellows that sleep together under gilded covers, behind the veil.

Meet Srjda Popovic, born 2/1/73. Yes, that makes him an Aquarius. Popovic is the leader of the leaderless group known as Optor. I’ve written about Optor in the past. They were instrumental in the velvet revolutions. Optor was the group responsible for the over throw of Milosevic in Serbia. Popovic has some very interesting aspects. First off, he has a stellium in Aqua; Sun/Moon/Merc. The Sun/Merc conjunction is quite tight, with a 3 degree orb. He also has both Venus in . . . . Capricorn at 25 degrees and it conjuncts Jupiter in Capricorn, exact at 25 degrees. This aspect would give someone like Popovic entre into the realm of bankers, global strategists and oligarchs. We’re talking high level contacts, with high powered Venus in Capricorn, expanded by Jupiter.

Popovic now has other offshoot groups such as “Green Fist” “Ecotopia” and “CANVAS.” CANVAS played an enormous role in the Egyptian revolution. The leaders of the Egyptian uprising had been meeting with Popovic and CANVAS for three years prior to the 1/25/11 revolt. Maidhc Ó Cathail of The Salem-News did a bang up piece on Popovic and the junk bond dollars behind Otpor, The Albert Einstein Institute and other progressive action groups for global change. Here is what he says about the run up to revolution; “On February 9, Al Jazeera aired an episode in its People and Power series entitled “Egypt: Seeds of Change.” The programme offers a revealing behind the scenes look at a core group of activists from the April 6 Youth Movement who played a crucial role in Egypt’s nonviolent revolution.

“This is not a spontaneous uprising,” reporter Elizabeth Jones stressed. “The revolution has been in the making for three years.” The key to its success, we learn, was the instruction April 6 leaders received from veterans of groups like Otpor, the student movement that brought down Serbian president Slododan Milosevic.

Srdja Popovic, a leader of that revolution, we are told, “shared his firsthand experience with April 6.” Mohamed Adel, one of the April 6 leaders, describes his training in Serbia in the tactics of nonviolent resistance, including “how to organise and get people out on the streets.” He brought back videos and teaching aids to help train the other leaders, who are shown “directing the uprising from the start.”

One thing that we can determine from this juicy piece of reportage is that the spontaneous eruption of the human spirit didn’t really occur in the way it’s marketed in the media, but intense, strategic planning and hours and hours of training have gone into these “democratic” uprisings.

However, it’s clear that February and the spirit of Aquarius plays an enormous role in the roll out of these radical displays of democratic spirit.

Life imitates art and the blazing heroes of spontaneously combustible transformation, like Popovic have dark ties to shadowy figures.

Popovic has been linked to Stratfor, the intelligence gathering platform that essentially sells intel to corporations, private individuals and alphabet agencies when needed. Stratfor’s rise is synonymous in some ways to Popovic’s and Otpors. They hit the ground running in Kosovo in 1999 and began data gathering in that region, which has grown into a global operation, however, it’s organizational roots can be traced to the Balkans, where Popovic and Otpor emerged. There have also been deep ties to Otpor and the CIA. Most recently, Popovic’s comrade, Ivan Marovic was outed as having not just ties, but organizational input behind the “Occupy” movement in the states.

The CIA has long been in the business of coups, especially when working hand-in-glove with groups like the IMF and World Bank. They used to do it with a more personal touch, but with professionals like Popovic and Marovic, it’s easier to outsource. So who funds CANVAS and related groups? Again, Maidhc Ó Cathail breaks it down. First off, George Soros is almost always mentioned in conjunction with Otpor. By the way, have you ever noticed how much David Rockefeller looks like George Soros?

But besides Soros, there is another, key player in all of this on the money side and that is former Junk Bond pirate, Peter Ackerman. Here is what Maidhc Ó Cathail has to say about Ackerman’s past and how he amassed his fortune;

“CANVAS works closely with the International Center for Nonviolent Conflict (ICNC), with which it has shared a number of staff members—including Dr. Stephen Zunes, who has collaborated with CANVAS in training Egyptian activists. Founded in 2002, the ICNC is funded entirely by Peter Ackerman, its founding chair. Ackerman, who chaired the board of Freedom House from September 2005 until January 2009, also indirectly funds CANVAS.

Ackerman’s wealth derives mainly from his time at Drexel Burnham Lambert, the Wall Street investment bank that was forced into bankruptcy in February 1990 due to its involvement in illegal activities in the junk bond market. As special projects aide to junk bond king Michael Milken, Ackerman cleaned up. In 1988 alone, he took home a salary of $165 million for his critical role in financing Kohlberg Kravis Roberts’s $26 billion leveraged buyout of RJR Nabisco. But four months before Drexel collapsed into bankruptcy, Ackerman “beat a fortuitously timed retreat” to the International Institute for Strategic Studies in London. While the “king” was sentenced to 10 years for securities fraud, “the highest-paid of all of Michael R. Milken’s minions” emerged as “the big winner” with a fortune of approximately $500 million—prompting one of his former colleagues to complain: “Peter Ackerman is a real Teflon guy.”

Having successfully escaped “the stench of Drexel,” Ackerman completed what BusinessWeek called “an improbable transformation from junk-bond promoter back to scholar.” Prior to his financial exploits, he had written his doctoral thesis under the guidance of Gene Sharp, the Harvard academic whose theories of nonviolent struggle had inspired the velvet revolutionaries. In fact, while he was still working for Milken, Ackerman had been funding Sharp’s Albert Einstein Institution. According to the Wall Street Journal, “A large part of ICNC’s and Canvas’s theoretical arsenal is drawn from Mr. Sharp’s writings.”

I have written about Gene Sharp in the past and even fired up his astrological chart. Sharp, of course is an Aquarian. He is the dean of global revolutions.

So here we have ties to intelligence traders, the CIA, Junk Bond radicals, the man who brought down The Bank of England and the sign of Aquarius in the spirit of rebellion, the launch space of radical trajectory and of course Ukraine. Why do I think Otpor and CANVAS are behind the manipulated revolution in Ukraine? Well, February for starters and the cosmic fingerprints smeared all over it, just like the other “revolutions.” Also, the new Ukrainian PM, Arseniy Yatsenyuk was installed by Victoria Nuland just before she left her position as the Assistant Secretary of State for European and Eurasian Affairs. Nuland’s husband is Robert Kagen, the chief architect behind PNAC, “The Project For A New American Century” which many believe to be the geo-political kerosene behind 911 and the new globofascism that has arisen since then. Nuland has since been replaced by Jen Psaki, who has specialized in communications and is essentially a female version of press secretary, Jay Carney.

I think it’s important to note, that we might be on the precipice of WWIII, either by circumstance or design, it doesn’t really matter. The Russians are threatening a massive sell off of Treasury Bonds if the USA and the EU decides to put sanctions on the former Soviet Union. If that is the case, then not just the US economy, but the world economy will go into a massive convulsion and we will be in a very similar place to what occurred in 1929 when the market crashed. I put together a chart for today, when the Russians announced that they would dump Treasury Bonds and Black Tuesday, October 29th, 1929. Notice where Uranus is in both charts–in Aries–nearly conjunct. Also, look at both Mercury and Venus in the 12th houses of both charts. I chose 6AM for both days as that is basically sunrise in NYC, the nerve center for capital in North and South America, In addition to the comparison with 1929 and the potential monetary crisis, we are also staring down the 100th anniversary of WWI when Gavilo Princip (A Serbian) shot and killed Archduke Ferdinand, which escalated into the first world war. So as Mars reverses, so do we as well, looking backwards into the psychic and cyclic waves of history, repeating and resonating through time.

Will we repeat the crash and burn cycle of the great depression along with the repeat of yet another world war? Well, as we approach the crosshairs of the great, cardinal cross on 4/20. According to Siri, the Gates of Hell are going to open on 7/27, but don’t sleep on 4/20. So in essence, what comes around goes around and comes around again. The revolutions swap their colors, but the revolutionaries rarely change their spots. It’s revolt for business as usual, gas and oil, (yes Ukraine has plenty of that) and the reanimation of cold war ghosts, because we can’t get enough of our daily dose of duality. In the meantime, do something good for your soul. Apologize to someone you have hurt and then go get some real, ice cream. Enjoy the simple pleasures while you can.

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House Music

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On other related fronts, we have the romantic Leo Moon, spicing up the cool and detached Aquarian skies. Saturn kicks in to form a tight T-Square today of potent fixed energies. If you commit today, you commitment has the power to stick and bond for a very long time, so be careful what you say “yes” or “no” to. Other than that, stay in your heart and let divine providence do the rest.

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The Green Christ Has Risen

It’s baaaaaaack. Mercury does it’s backwards dance routine for the first time this year and it starts at 3 Pisces and will wend it;s way back into Aquarius. In 2014, this is a pattern as MR starts in water, then moves into air. This pattern sets up an interesting type of retrospective energy, where we look at our recent, emotional choices, then as Mercury retreats into air, objectivity, cool-headedness and clarity begins to kick in. The only downside to this cycle/phase is over thinking and cutting off the feeling capacity with too much analysis. This aspect is well suited for artists who can use the the various stations of air for trimming, editing, refining, using the critical capacities to fine tune any existing projects.

The retreat into the uber-objective and dispassionate Mercury in Retrograde has broader, social implications as well, since Aquarius is a transpersonal sign of the highest order and Mercury in Aquarius is the narrative of our time as we still find ourselves at a moral, social and technological crossroads as we stumble through the Aquarian timeline defined by the 11/22/63 event known as the “Kennedy Assassination.”

In some ways, this MR reflects the transition from the Piscean plane of awareness into the radically re-orienting Aquarian plane.

On a cultural/global level we can see this in the return of Pussy Riot in the light of how the West is framing the Sochi Olympics, which is run down, cheap, anti-gay and socially regressive. Now this is not necessarily editorializing on my end, but it’s needs to be clear that we are defining as the Aquarian Age and where it’s headed has social markers and the thrust for Gay and same sex rights are at the center of the current model of the Aquarian Age. Other aspects include the Luciferic sounds and symbols of modern music, the indoctrination of the externalization of the hierarchy. This current wave of Aquarianism is built on “Do As Thou Wilt” which on the surface can be translated into the expression of one’s free will, which is our God given right on this physical domain, but the level of permission granted by Crowley’s axiom has been extended far and wide into the most disturbing distortions that one could even begin to perceive and imagine. The feel good, do what you want, screw the consequences, adjust the compass of selective morality becomes the navigational mean through which this version of the Aquarian Age is self assembling. The potential results are gender neutral, family free, sex positive, hubots that have convinced themselves that rights are greater than freedoms and all in the service of self. We can see this in the New Age community where the “do it if it feels good” philosophy dominates the group mind.

Joseph Campbell got the ball rolling when he advocated following one’s bliss, but Campbell was referring to doing that which a person loves as a vocation, not as a lifestyle. It’s interesting to note that Campbell contributed to a manifesto called “Changing Images Of Man” which was edited by Willis Harman and produced through SRI (Stanford Research Institute). “CIOM” is essentially a guideline as to how to shape man’s consciousness in the 20th and 21st centuries. For all intents and purposes, I’t's a Fabian Society operating manual for the common man, with a little bit of California breeze with a dash of acid thrown into the mx.

The premise of the book is that we are living in a world where resources are going down and the population is going up. As a result, people need to be managed (ie herded) into appropriate social forms and structures to fit into and compensate for the overall, downward trend of the planet. The main goal in this treatise is to disabuse men of their quaint notions of freedom and more importantly, individuality. They argue that the notion of sacrifice must be introduced as an altruistic principle, so that given up and living with less, would instill a divine feeling upon the individual, through re-defining their conscience first, then replacing spiritual goals, then rewarding them on some level for their newly found abnegation. It’s a heady manual for steering humanity into a pre-eschatonic species that will willingly accede it’s will as some form of social sacrifice. The environment is a natural point of leverage that is discussed at length as it has the ability to modify one’s conscious will and perception as a symbol for the greater good and the sacrifice that must be undertaken to support it.

CIOM is a work that was produced and distributed to high level organizations that are engaged at collective behavioral modification at a mass level. If you peek inside of it’s framework, you can actually see how this has played out in the re-shaping and re-formation of our consciousness. In essence, it is one part of the manual for steering humanity into the Aquarian Age.

Over the course of the next three weeks, we’ll saw more pleas and more admonitions that encourage people to live with less, while bowing to even greater social pressures that the environment must not just be respected, but the vehicle for a type of sacrifice, where the common good of man resounds in the abnegation of material pursuit and while this sounds like a fine thing not he surface, especially if true and sacred spiritual values replace the void of abandoned materiality, but it is generally not the case as the architects of consensual reality always reserve a spot for themselves at the top of the pyramid. This is how it’s been for the past 5,000 years and this latest edition has all the bells and whistles of a Spielbergian blockbuster.

Conversely, there is another tide rising in opposition to the herding (and then the culling). We will also see this over the course of the next 3.5 weeks, especially as it relates to a false flag operation, which “could” occur in Sochi, but that would be a bit too obvious now, wouldn’t it? No, it would something much, much closer to home, someplace like Dallas/Ft. Worth, Omaha (Peyton Manning), or even a return to the scene of the crime, Manhattan, all of which are Aquarian cities, localities.

Rahm Eammanuel, once said, “never let the opportunity of a crisis go to waste” or something along those lines. When we see Aquarius prominently in the grand theater of the collective, as we are now with the Sun in Aqua and soon to be Mercury, and as we have witnessed Aquarius as a delta point on the timeline for alteration and change, it doesn’t take much to align the time with the situation and realize that molten change, either manufactured or organically present, is erupting and getting ready to get shot into the mold of the matrix.

On an individual level, this has all kinds of consequences, doesn’t it? Are you willing to overthrow the tyranny of existing regimes within you and if you do, what will you replace them with? Will Harman and Campbell’s guilty green paradigm seep in like absinthe for your soul? Will you throw off the shackles of societal restraint and say “yes” to everything that is contrary and against the Piscean Age of soul and conviction? Or will you employ the warrior like energy of Mars in Libra to try to find a true balance between the old and the new, will and faith, freedom and responsibility? As always, the choice is yours . . . or is it?

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