Venus and Saturn are doing the “Dirty Sanchez” one minute, then the next they’re Thomas Kempis, armed with a cat ‘o’ nine tails. This is the second pass of Saturn over Venus in the last trip around the Sun. Think back to Thanksgiving weekend, 2012. What kinds of changes were you going through or being forced to go through around relationships. If you didn’t do the work, face the fear and loathing, here it is, coming back again for the second pass, this time with tanks of nitrous and The Old Testament. It’s that kind of psycho-sexual overload, obsessively compulsed, desperately redemptive, feeling like it has to happen right now energy. Part of that has to do with the stakes being high right now. The volume on the planet has turned up. No man or woman can escape what is in their hearts. If the book isn’t open, it pretty damned well will be fairly soon.
If you had done your work last year, pared away, paired up, stepped up or stepped off, then this spin around Sol, Venus and Saturn doing the slam dance waltz will give you ample opportunity to go in, go deeper, be more committed than ever before.
Venus in Scorpio is in detriment. In lay terms, that evil Scorpio brings out all the nasty in Venus. It becomes obsessive and seeks some kind of redemption, only after running aground on the jagged rocks of betrayal, abandonment and even abuse. Saturn pushes against it, forces Venus in Scorpio up against a wall and then presses down upon it, squeezing out the gasps and the cries, bringing it to the point of surrender. Finally, a limit is hit. A bottom is reached. Let the moment of clarity begin.
Venus in Scorpio returns to the scene of the crime, again and again again, almost in a ritualistic fashion, trying to find the right partner to chase the demons. Sensuality is the sweet spell that’s cast over Venus in Scorpio. Those that have it in their chart’s are seductive and passionate lovers, channeling Aphrodite, Persephone and Dionysus. That’s enchantment, entrainment, enchainment. To be consumed by the fires of longing, passion and burnt to the char is Venus in Scorpio’s ultimate goal and destination, through which some kind of emotional purity and truth can be accessed and revealed, along with a deep and abiding void. Peace.
I interviewed Carre Otis today. Carre was one of the teen, super-model sirens of the 80′s. Her stunning looks graced the covers of Elle, Vogue and Marie Claire. She went from runaway, to runway model at warp speed. By the time she was twenty, she was doing her best to pass as an actress in Zalman King’s soft-porn, cult classic, Wild Orchid. It’s where she would meet Mickey Rourke. Mickey would become the Hades to her Persephone, but with Venus in Scorpio, edgy and dangerous relationships had already long been a part of her life. Her first boyfriend at the age of fourteen was a thirty-two-year-old with a hot temper. When she was in high school, her “normal” all american BF whose appetite for cocaine ran in parallel with a crushing burden of achievement committed suicide. She was summarily kicked out of her private school by a ore of her “peers.”
Carre has Venus in Scorpio.
It took her to flats in Paris where she was violated by a leering and leathery lizard, still, to this day, one of France’s leading agents of modeling. Guns. hari-kari knives, heroin, coke, Xanax, hot rods and Harleys, Carre’s Venus in Scorpio brought her to the edge, time and time again. Opposing Saturn in her 7th (Finger of God), she would stay on that orbit, again and again and again until she would close the gap, complete the circuit and find her power and stability inside a relationship. But on her terms.
Venus in Scorpio can be extreme. Carre went from the chains of emotional bondage, to taking vows of celibacy under the guidance of a Tibetan Buddhist monk. That’s another phase of Venus in Scorpio. But obviously, Carre is much more. With Uranus on the ASC, she is a rebel, and her Sun in Libra, in the first house, well, it’s beauty in all of it’s obvious and cliched, Libran esthetics, glamor and charm. But there in the 12th, lurching towards the ASC is Pluto, planet of death and rebirth. It’s an energy and a force she would contact again and a again.
But the best way to understand Carre Otis and her chart is to read her brilliant biopic, “Beauty Disrupted” and to listen in on our conversation, this Friday, at 12 NOON, CST on BlogTalk. I’ll also be joined by Freeman Fly and Jamie Hanshaw in the first hour. While Carre blows the roof off of glamour, Freeman and Jamie break down the symbols and triggers of heavy duty, MK programming, spending lost of time in the Magic Kingdom, deconstructing Miley’s white trash virus. You don’t want to miss this show.
Each summer, Hollywood delivers it Blockbusters usually in the action/sci-fi genre.Typical, format of these films are a diverse random group coming together as a team to defeat a controlling force with evil sinister intentions.
Many look towards the 1977 classic ‘Star Wars’ as being the initial if accidental Summer Blockbuster that all others attempt to follow in terms of cutting-edge expensive graphics leading to a even greater profit in Tickets purchased at the Cinema connected with Merchandise.
Like many things in Pop Culture, things are based in collective opinion rather than fact.
The actual first genuine Hollywood Film to attain Summer Blockbuster status was ‘Jaws’ in 1975 directed by Steven Spielberg. What made ‘Jaws’ so unique was people went repeatedly, taking those to the Cinema to be converted. This behaviour had never been witnessed to that extent before in western developed world cultural history. Eventually leading to George Lucas, Spielberg’s friend in 1985 becoming a billionaire.
AN OLD OWL SITS ALONE ON THE BRANCH OF A LARGE TREE
And so it begins, the symbol for the eclipse casts it’s shadow over the darkening landscape of the planet as we creep closer to some event horizon that is blind to us. Tornados as fast as formula one cars and as wide the Great Mall of America, looking like a mushroom cloud on a bender tore a whole in the heart of America.
The old owl is the Sabian symbol for four degrees Sag. Dane Rudhyar who always seemed to have one foot in the realm of the invisible brotherhood lives hints and clues at times in his interpretations of Elsie Wheeler’s 360 degrees of revelation. This symbol is one of those that Rudhyar dangles in front of us, teasing us with his subtle connection to forces greater than our own; “The owl functions lucidly in the night aspect of existence. His eyes see what men normally fail to perceive. He represents that consciousness which is active where the processes of life normally escape the attention of the personal ego and its intellect.” Notice how Rudhyar says, “men” and not “humans.” Now this might be in line with “all men are created equal” but it could also indicate that there is a distinct difference between and supermen, or god-men.
The reason I bring this up is because the owl is a loaded symbol.
Sandy Hook Owl
Bohemian Grove Owl
Now we’re into some interesting territory because the owl is a really loaded symbol.
It’s a totem of Minerva, Isis, Athena and even Lilith. It sits solemnly over a growth of ancient trees while figures in robes sweat in deep anticipation of the mystery about to unfold, cremating care, the slaughter of innocence.
The robotic owl, replete with it’s eye of Horus is perched upon a row of pyramidal tiles at the apex of the Tyrell Corporation. We get the word “tire” from “tyre.” Apart from being an ancient seaport in Phoenicia, Tyre represents the wheel or a hoop. Ell or El is Saturn. With the hoop and El(l), the Tyrell Corporation is a temple to Saturn and the owl, it’s symbol.
If you don’t know the plot line, they create replicants there–big, bold, sexy, smart and increasingly conscious replicants, which brings us into the domain of doubles and nice segue to the dance of planets in the sky, the triple alignment of Mercury, Jupiter and Venus all in the sign of doubles, Gemini. This dazzling alignment has two meanings (but of course!). Let’s start with the left handed definition; Think of a mirror maze, but not one that’s a labyrinth of reflection, but one where your front and back are reflecting back to you. It’s a hall of gazing between what’s behind and in front of you. The possibilities are infinite really as the both directions give the impression that you go on forever and ever. But is it real? Is it just a projection of your imagination that allows you to perceive yourself as infinite or is it the real deal? Does it even matter? When the human brain watches a movie or a TV show, it doesn’t make the distinction between it being more real than the movie going on inside of you behind your retinas. It’s stream of consciousness flows into the ocean of being. It’s beauty is unsurpassed. It’s potential is expansive and limitless. Yet when you shatter the mirrors, all that’s left is you and the darkness of the void. Then what? Where do you find that thing which reflects back to you that you are not just alive, but have some intrinsic meaning and purpose to your existence here. Without the reflections and their infinite potential, do you really exist?
The right handed version doesn’t hesitate. It knows the mirrors are just glass, burnished surfaces that replay our best and worst attributes, highlighting our vanity, revealing that which we cannot bear to witness. They are simply mirrors and provide a function, nothing more, nothing less and yet, there is the distinct possibility that given the right context, when the inner “I” is not so judicious and grim, that they can reveal a profound secret that the oracles of the ages have divined time and again from their reflective properties and that three planets aligning in the sky like a string of pearls are a line of light, leading us home, away from the desecration and degradation being heaped upon this world.
Those three planets lead us directly into the Sun, where we launch ourselves into a variant timeline where the pyramids are still whie and smooth as the desert sands, the capstone shinning and glistening with gold and bronze people of staggering beauty didn’t fall to lesser gods and wicked spells. You see, too much logic and the magic evaporates as quickly as a tear in the desert.
So what it comes down to is your ability to take back the beauty, reclaim the symbols, an owl is a creature of God. It has amazing abilities to dwell in the night and seek prey. It can turn its head around nearly 360 degrees, which gives it the appearance of looking into two worlds; past and future and yet it’s an owl. It could be a god or a symbol of a god, but that was determined over a long period of time, again and again and again under often bloody circumstances. It’s visage is stained in our sub-conscious mind.
This eclipse barely graced us. It skimmed across the tundra, kissing the permafrost with it’s dark shadow and yet, in the sign of Sagittarius, it brings the entire planet home to the concept of truth. Waves of people, hopefully millions will march and have their voices heard, as they demand an end to GMOs and Monsanto. If you don’t know it already, Monsanto was a slave trading family in New Orleans. Its on the public record. I’ve quoted it and posted links before and their interest in slave trade continues, because they want to own every single, living organism on the planet; from fruit, to seed, to nut, to wing, to web, to scale, to tendon. Everything.
And they’ll do it by modifying every existing species with some genetically provable marker that says that they are the ones that did it, that created it all and guess what? Since we consume the planet, we too will have their genetically traceable markers inside us, twisting, shaping, mutating our own DNA chain and us as a result. Monsanto’s plan is the end of humanity as we know it and the beginning of “Homo Mutantis.” Why do you think we’ve been inundated with zombie imagery ad nauseam? It’s that tricky in-between-state where things don’t go quite right.
But this eclipse in Sag powers the truth. It shines it’s black light on the fluorescent sub-lifeforms and their desperate attempt to implant us with their parasitic virus, which travels from world-to-world, spreading fear, assimilating that which it reviles and detests. This galactic self-loathing will come to an end. It stops here. That’s why we’re here right now. Many of us have gathered for this last stand, a cosmic firewall, against all odds and a force so cunning and seductive that it can entrap many of us in it’s dazzling and subtle possession.
Reclaim the owl! Make it a bird of the forest who dwells in the night, a timeless sentinel of your own soul. Let it be your beacon in a time of darkness and know that their are others at your wing, soaring to a line of light in the black of night and each beat of your wing brings your closer and closer to home.
There are some movies that reflect magickal principles and symbols in very direct fashion. “The Game” with Michael Douglas immediately comes to mind as a cinematic meditation on the “Tower” card. “Faceoff” with Nicholas Cage and John Travolta is pure Gemini, with crossed identities, switched faces, duality, good vs evil, etc.. “Back To The Future” is pure, Mercury Retrograde involving time travel and going back in time to set things right for McFly’s parents. But I have never seen a film with such a deeply embedded astrological theme, from start-to-finish, even channeling the sign of the lead actor. The film is “Drive” starring Ryan Gosling and the sign that drives the narrative, from start-to-finish is Scorpio.
First off, Gosling is a Scorpio (11/12/80). Gosling’s Scorpio Sun is conjunct Uranus in Scorpio, giving him access to the fully explosive character he plays in “Drive.” In fact, he has no name and is simply known as “Driver.”
Gosling doesn’t speak much. Instead, he lets his driving do all the talking, which is fast, violent and crafty. By day, he’s a film stunt driver and part time mechanic. By night, he’s a get-a-away driver for petty thieves. In essence, he has one foot in this world, the other in the underworld. In fact, he works for a part-time hood known as “Shannon” played by Bryan Cranston who has connections with two, Jewish gangsters played by Albert Brooks and Ron Perlman. Funnyman Brooks is totally chilling as the avuncular Hollywood producer who slits throats like he’s gutting a trout.
Gosling sports a windbreaker with a scorpion on the back, just in case you’re not getting it. And like a true Scorpio, he’s not halfway. Gosling’s character is all in and whether he’s smashing a hoodlums fingers with hammer, or be-friending the mother and kid down the hall, he’s fully present, intense and loyal. Scorpio gets a bad rap sometimes, but their loyalty is unquestioned.
One of the great scenes in the film is when Gosling takes a joyride with the mother and the son he’s be-friended through LA’s aqueducts. Again, it’s a Scorpionic detail that some people might miss as the water represents his contact with his emotions and its in a car; motion/emotion.
Oh yeah, did I mention that Gosling’s character is violent? In fact he’s so violent that in a scene where he’s protecting the mother, beautifully portrayed by Carey Mulligan, that he goes way beyond merely warding off the bad guys. Driver spends an uncomfortably long time getting crushing sounds out of the bad dude’s head.
This film has a bit of Scorcese’s Taxi Driver in it. Gosling’s Driver is corrupt in that he helps bad guys getaway, but he also has a fixed morality that borders on overcompensation.
Near the end of the film, he utters a line about the scorpion and the frog and how the scorpion cannot help himself, that’s it’s his nature to destroy.
Gosling himself has a bit of an interesting background. He came through the Disney factory which has produced a stable of manipulated child stars. Is scorpion prince of them? If “Drive” is any indicator of what lurks in his soul, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him if his programming breaks down.
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.”
(Every now and then, I’ll be doing posts that are not astrology related though I might mention it a bit. This is one of those posts) It’s not CNN, FOX or even Disney that shapes minds in a covert manner the most. No, those are overt channels of control. Perhaps the most insidious form of televised mind control is the Food Network. In fact, it’s my perception that the Food Network is downright fascist and programming people in such a clandestine fashion, that people would be shocked when they look at what’s really happening. Let’s take a look at the dynamics that are in play, shaping peoples perceptions through the most fundamental and basic act of being human; eating.
The father of modern advertising, Freud’s nephew. Edward Bernays knew about the power of food at not only a basic level of sustenance but also it’s deeply symbolic import. Bernays was hired by companies to help promote their products. Berbnays favorite symbol was the egg. On two separate occasions, Bernays used the egg to change how we eat. At that time, breakfast in america was much more like it was in Europe, consisting of breads, muffins, and rolls, with coffee or milk. Bernays was hired by the Beech-Nut company who made a ton of products, including bubble gum, but also bacon. They wanted more demand for their bacon, so they hired Bernays. Bernays reached out to a dotter to see if a heavier breakfast would be better for people. The doctor looked at the evidence and based on the belief that people burn energy during sleep, he reasoned that they needed a larger meal to start their day. Bernays asked him if he could send a letter stating that to 5,000 other doctors. He did and 4,500 doctors responded in the affirmative. Bernays had the study published in newspapers all around the country. He added eggs into the editorial mix and as a result, we have the modern breakfast. Bernays chose the egg, because he knew that it was deeply symbolic. It was birth, life, hope, the mother. Sales of bacon immediately rose and the American breakfast was changed.
Food is the most fundamental experience we all share. From a consciousness perspective, food hits us on at least three levels/chakras. Food is nurturing and makes us feels safe (first chakra). Food is sexy and even erotic (second chakra). Food is emotional connects us to memory and nostalgia (heart chakra). So when we watch the Food Network, we are open in ways that we aren’t even remotely aware of. And what does the food network serve up for the hungry masses. You might be surprised.
One of the food Network’s most successful franchises is the “Iron Chef” which they imported from Japan. The original version was an over-the-top, bordering on surreal circus of Japanese feudalism, food porn and goofy voice-overs. The emperor Iron Kitchen Stadium was a caricature of a psychopath, pushing the edge of madness to comical effect. Chef’s dutifully sweated their asses off to produce dishes of staggering creativity in the span of just one hour. Once they were finished they were then summarily judged and the winner of course would be given the tittle of “Iron Chef.”
In Japan, it worked. Even here as a kind of gustatory knock off of “What’s Up Tiger Lily” it scored big ratings and was an anchor property in the early days of the Food Network. But Iron Chef Japan ran it’s course and the Food Network jumped on the opportunity to produce their own version, which only mirrors the original loosely via the format. The emperor is now the emperor’s nephew, who lacks the maniacal charm of the original lord of iron kitchen stadium. But the format remains. The serfs of the kitchen perform a sweaty kabuki of culinary command. We’re dazzled by the speed and creativity. Blowtorches glaze, gelees giggle, cocktails froth, and four courses later they stand before a tribunal who judges and grades their food. It’s a solemn ceremony that’s taken far too seriously by C list celebrities and wanna-be-foodie nerd stars. it’s a moment of judgement. This same ritual has been copied for any number of food shows. “Chopped” is a chopped down version of Iron Chef where they contestants must make an appetizer, main course and desert over the course of an hour. After each course, the again, appear before a tribunal where they are judged and cross-examined by fellow chefs. If your dish doesn’t cut it, you get chopped and when you do, you get the perp walk with camera on you, recording your moment of defeat and ignominy.
Again, what’s taking place? We’re taking in the food on a visceral level. It triggers thousands of novel neuro-peptides dancing with exotic neuro-receptors and we’re in the rhyhtmic entrainment of the digital signal, lulling us into Delta states, highly suggestible and wide open, chakras relaxed, sense memory activated and what are we given? Dog eat dog competition. People sweating it out for a mere 10K, waiting to have their lives judged by a panel of stern administrators remonstrating them for using truffle oil or not integrating the pomegranate more consistently. Dreams are crushed like garlic. But what’s really happening?
What we’re seeing is a form social obeisance, a new order emerging where people are judged by the high priests of public opinion, often just removed from the peer level. We’re treated to the first class arrogance of Aron Sanchez and Scott Conant. Former Queer-Eye-Guy, Ted Allen presides over the whole affair with a grim and humorless delivery, acting out more as grand inquisitor than reality game show host. I’ll never forget the barely disguised disgust that Allen displayed when a contestant from England, Lotte Duncan chose to create warm and nurturing, dare I say feminine plates of food.
“Chopped” is a psyop–but it’s not alone in the Food Network line-up. The same format is duplicated on a number of other shows.
“Sweet Genius” is yet another Food Network offering that features people competing against one another for a cash prize, where they are judged by Ron Ben-Israel, who unlike Allen brings a perverse charm to the role of king confectioner. Ben-Israel is former IDF and like Allen, is openly gay. It’s the same format. Heads roll as Ben-Israel delivers final judgment on the less than perfect treats and contestants are banished from his sugary kingdom. More judgement. More servile panting. More tribulation.
Chopped and Sweet Genius are pushing the new social model which is more top down, more elite judgment, via the Sanhedrin of digestion. People opened up by the sense memory of food, the emotion of the moment and the digital trance have the contents of the medium poured into them like a psychic roux. Winners. Losers. Triumph. Humiliation. Notice how dutiful they all depart. No debate. Just take that perp walk and talk about how great it was. Just once, I want to see some throw their chocolate linguini into Aron Sanchez’s smarmy mug. Obedience. Judgement. Reward. Humiliation. These shows are the equivalent of the Nuremberg trials for haute cuisine. But that’s not all the food network has to offer. Oh no!
Restaurant Impossible features chef, Robert Irvine, who was trained as a chef in the British Royal Navy and claimed at one point that he was a “Knight Commander Of The Royal Victorian Order” and had cooked for Charles and Lady Di. He had to later retract both, however, he is a member of something called “The Malt Society Of Chefs.”
Irvine comes rolling into town to help a struggling restaurant with a budget of 10K and 48 hours to turnaround what’s likely years of mismanagement and dismal cash flow. He barks orders like a drill sergeant. He humiliates people. He bullies the staff calling them incompetent and employing them to have the same financial commitment to the businesses that the owners have, which is completely unrealistic. Then, after a re-design, face-lift and new menu, fueled by Sysco foods, which Irvine peddles, the owners see their restored restaurant and break down in tears of joy. They hug Irvine and understand that his psychological bullying was all in their best interests. They thank him for their new lease on life, but the real story is almost always different. The show has had very mixed success in saving restaurants on the skids, but you’ll never know that. Irvine and his culinary Luftwaffe strafe their lives for 48 hours and the result is more love, more hope, and always gratification for having Irvine impose his iron will upon them. Irvine is a Libra (9/24) and it’s prime cardinal energy. Like Ted Allen, he also appears stiff and humorless, but apparently off camera, he’s fairly personable and funny. However, on the show, he’s a borderline sadist. On a recent episode, a restaurant owner was complaining about the rising cost of food and Irvine just blew him off, telling him that the troubles with his business had nothing to do with the rising cost of food. Of course the hugged it out as they always do at the end of the show.
So now you’ve settled into a night of Food Network programming. You’ve seen good food, sexy food, exotic food, comfort food, human drama, victory, defeat, judgement and redemption but there’s a new type of programming that’s emerging on FN. Surveillance dining. Yes, that’s right. Surveillance dining.
Two of FN’s new offerings are “Restaurant Stakeout” and “Mystery Diners.” Both shows employ surveillance cameras to catch employees that are lazy, lying and thieving. Restaurant owners observe their employees via a wired network of cameras hidden throughout the restaurant. “Restaurant Stakeout’s” Willie Degel is a pioneer in using cameras throughout all of his own restaurants. The theme that constantly emerges from the mostly New Jersey based restaurants that are being spied on is that, “People cannot be trusted and that the only way that they can be controlled is if they know they’re being watched.”
“Mystery Diners” is essentially the same format, only the show inserts plant into the restaurant to get pertinent info on particular employees who are being singled out by the restaurant owner. Again, through an application of surveillance and spying the message is, is that you’re being watched. Companies like “Big Dog Surveillance” and “Skyway Security” offer the same kinds of solutions offered up on “Stakeout” and “Mystery” and are in fact advertised during the shows.
So let’s do a quick re-cap.
What you’re likely to see on the Food Network in one evening is the following; Stark and gritty competition, emotional drama, hard luck stories, stern judgement, social tribunals, obedience, grim reception, militaristic command, surveillance cameras, spying, covert operation and humiliation, all while you are an open channel, salivating over epicurean delight and nostalgic sense memory.
Is the Food Network inherently evil? In it’s totality, likely not. I enjoy the mindless travels of Aquarian, Guy Fieiri on DD&D hoping to catch a super dive somewhere near me, but that doesn’t mean that certain programs aren’t targeted and used in tools to sculpt behavior, shape perception and create a model of conformity that would make even Edward Bernays blush.
Not many people know the true meaning of the word, “actor.” It’s actually derived from the Greek word, “hypokrites” which essentially means “one who interprets.” It’s generally known that the first actor in the west was “Thespis” who spoke in the voice of another person at the temple of Dionysus. Thus we get the word “thespian.” In the early middle ages, actors were not highly regarded. The traveling troupes were often looked upon with distrust. It wasn’t until the 19th and 20th Century that the social stigma of actors was largely reversed. You see, acting is, essentially lying.
In the 1981 film, “Mephisto” starring the great Klaus Maria Brandauer who plays Hendrik Hoefgen, an actor who does a deal with the devil and the devil is the Nazis as they assert their will in the rise to power. Hoefgen is alternately disgusted and seduced by the power and the privilege of being drawn closer and closer into it’s inner workings as a theater director creating propagandistic theater for his Nazi handlers. He plays “Mephisto” and he does a Faustian deal with not only the devil in a supernatural sense, but also the devil incarnate in the system. It exists on a number of levels, however, unlike some actors who display almost no conscience, Brandauer/Hoefgen wrestles with his, but to little avail. Brandauer was born on 6/22/43.
That’s Gemini, 29 degrees, the anorettic degree.
One can almost sense the actual tension and stress of the anoretic degree in Brandauer’s performance. He wants to help his black lover, but can’t. He wants to nurture his culture which is rapidly succumbing to the iron grip of the Third Reich. Cancer is both persevering and preserving, especially the 0 degree which fosters the most cardinality of the sign, but his character lapses back into the dualistic role of actor/propagandist and Hoefgen/Faust. It’s also interesting to note that Brandauer has Mercury and Uranus conjunct in Gemini.
At the anoretic degree, he’s incapable of sustaining any kind of true emotion or emotional commitment, which would be indicative of Cancer. Instead, he’s sucked back down into the whirlpool of the split persona and divided loyalties. Life imitating art imitating cinema imitating astrology imitating life.
Actors often have names that are different than the ones we’re given as their stage name.
Having or possessing dual identities is the key to acting. It’s endemic to the craft of being another person and doing so with such conviction that we are convinced that they are actually that person. When you watch Tom Mapother play different characters in films without make-up, you suspend your disbelief that he is actually Tom Mapother playing the role of a vigilante, or the head of secret intelligence team. You are taken away by the plot and the narrative that he is who he says he is for ninety minutes. There is a covert agreement that’s made between you and the experience itself. At that point the movie and the acting becomes as real as so called reality itself. The brain makes no distinction between the two. But it’s not just actors who have alter-egos and even separate surnames.
Recently, in Boston, we saw something massive and extremely important take place. On the 15th of April, as series of explosions went off near the finish line and as a result numerous people were injured and at least two dead.
But what really happened?
Astrologically, the Moon was in Gemini as well as Jupiter. What does Gemini represent? Duality. Having two faces. Wearing masks. One of the other symbols for Gemini is the face of Janus which is literally “two faced.”
Janus is the god of endings and beginnings, passages and get this; change and time. Here’s what Wikipedia says about Janus;
“Janus frequently symbolized change and transitions such as the progress of future to past, from one condition to another, from one vision to another, and young people’s growth to adulthood. He represented time, because he could see into the past with one face and into the future with the other. Hence, Janus was worshipped at the beginnings of the harvest and planting times, as well as at marriages, deaths and other beginnings. He represented the middle ground between barbarism and civilization, rural and urban space, youth and adulthood. Having jurisdiction over beginnings Janus had an intrinsic association with omens and auspices.”
And there’s more;
“The function of ‘god of beginnings’ has been clearly expressed in numerous ancient sources, among them most notably Cicero, Ovid and Varro. As a god of motion Janus looks after passages, causes actions to start and presides over all beginnings, and since movement and change are bivalent, he has a double nature, symbolised in his two headed image. He has under his tutelage the stepping in and out of the door of homes, the ianua, which took its name from him, and not viceversa. Similarly his tutelage extends to the covered passages named iani and foremost to the gates of the city, including the cultic gate of the Argiletum, named Ianus Geminus or Porta Ianualis from which he protects Rome against the Sabines. He is also present at the Sororium Tigillum, where he guards the terminus of the ways into Rome from Latium. He has an altar, later a temple near the Porta Carmentalis, where the road leading to Veii ended, as well as being present on the Janiculum, a gateway from Rome out to Etruria.
The connection of the notions of beginning (principium), movement, transition (eundo), and thence time has been clearly expressed by Cicero. In general, Janus is at the origin of time as the guardian of the gates of Heaven: Jupiter himself can move forth and back because of Janus’s working.In one of his temples, probably that of Forum Holitorium, the hands of his statue were positioned to signify the number 355 (the number of days in a year), later 365, symbolically expressing his mastership over time. He presides over the concrete and abstract beginnings of the world, such as religion and the gods themselves, he too holds the access to Heaven and to other gods: this is the reason why men must invoke him first, regardless of the god they want to pray or placate. He is the initiator of human life, of new historical ages, and financial enterprises: according to myth he was the first to mint coins and the as, first coin of the libral series, bears his effigy on one face.
The number 355 is actually 13, which of course is present in our current, Roman calendrical year (2013). What’s interesting about Janus is that he has no equivalent in the Greek pantheon of Gods. He is unique. January is named after him and represents the beginning of the dawn of the new year, when light incrementally returns after the winter solstice. January is ruled by Capricorn and we are in the throes of Pluto in Capricorn, with Pluto retrograde. The Pluto retrograde motion is destructive. It breaks down existing social orders in Capricorn, which rules society, banking, big business, government, etc. But more importantly, Janus who rules the temple of Gemini, is the god of time and not just any time, but splitting time, dual realities, competing timelines. In order to create a virtual reality or a simulacra of time itself, impostors are needed to play the roles of supposedly real people.
When we fire up the chart for the Boston Marathon, we can see the role that Gemini is clearly playing. This is the chart for 3PM, just moments after the bombs went off. Look at the MC. It’s at 0 degrees Gemini. Zero is a portal. An opening. A gateway. What we see here is the insertion of alternate realities, multiple plots, various outcomes and of course, yet more duality. But what really comes through is an invocation of madness at a mass level, a collective social schizophrenia in action. There’s no clear path to the truth. Emergency doctors look like Stephen Spielberg. Guys in military khakis with bulging back-packs cruise the pre-crime scene practicing their dark craft.
Pictures emerge of two suspects, one wearing a white cap, the other wearing a black cap. Don’t look now but it’s Remus and Romulus, two lone humans, abandoned and raised by wolves, now lone wolf incarnates.
But just as their names are released to the press two other names appear as the suspects; Sunil Tripathia and Mike Mulugeta. This is on the public record. Tripathia’s body was just found today. A student, he had been reported missing. No word on how Mulugeta’s name was surfaced or where he is.
Then there’s the Saudi national, who just might be Osama Bin Laden’s son. Now there’s pics surfacing of Michelle Obama visiting him in the hospital surfacing. Naked suspects, stripped and detained then released. CIA uncles. A larynx removed by Israeli trauma doctors. Layers upon layers. Now a dictator mayor who might be really running the country from Gotham City suggests that it’s time to do away with key aspects of the constitutions. Masses whipped–beaten down–mascerated psyches–Merck, Lilly and Bayer salivate over the hand shake deals to provide new and more powerful psychotropic communion for a society that is on the verge of the breaking point. This is also a key element behind Janus–the mind split in two. Look for new laws, rules, and regulations to be fast tracked during this Taurus cycle, since Taurus is a fixed sign.
Today, we have an eclipse at 5 degrees Scorpio. It’s partial and skimming the surface of Agartha in the southern most part of the planet where descendants of the Vril gear up for their next conquest of reality and time.
Five is the number of man and in the tarot represents four of the most dismal states; strife, worry, disappointment, and defeat. In Scorpio, these states become accentuated and more prominent. But the key to the five sequence is that they become self-fulfilling prophecy with the more attention we give them. In understanding this powerful Scorpio Moon, we must invoke resolve and clarity. We can change our psych-emotional states and even programming by staring them down without trivializing or exalting them. We can move through them towards the six sequence which is hallmarked by deliverance, community, success and victory. This eclipse offers us the opportunity to plant our flag deeply into the earth (Taurus). That’s your mission for now. Build some resolve. Grow your will. More Gemini madness later.
2013 is going to be a major year and I am looking forward to continuing to bring you compelling radio content along with a synchromesh of astrology, symbolism, political awareness and free thought here at the website. Any contributions to help me keep my basic expenses paid are greatly appreciated. Robert
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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.