I have been thinking more and more about the after life as of late. We tend to pooh pooh the whole notion of soul and where it goes when those 28 grams depart into the etheric planes.
I’ve been thinking about this as it surrounds my own death process, both metaphoric and as real as real can be here. Pluto has been on my Saturn at 11 degrees in my 2nd House. This it’s second, shadowy pass over the lord of the rings. Meanwhile, Saturn itself has been mining the depths of my 12th House in Scorpio, so you can see why I am spending more time not just thinking about the afterlife, but even the quality of our relationship with our souls. I can tell you this from my notes; The post-modern world encourages a complete disregard for the subtle marriage of body and soul. Sometimes it’s so painfully surface clear, like when Jay-Z or any other members of the game flash their cash and get their Baphomet on. It’s better to run this town than think about the consequences of one’s actions for all of eternity. We are seduced into the worst parts of the now. I know this, because I have been gazing long and hard into the mirror of Dr. Parnassus. witnessing my distorted imagery in it’s twisted reflection. The contrast with the world itself has been stunning.
The death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman is a dour underscore to all of this. Musically, it’s a solemn cantata on Broadway.
I spent the better part of one night in a bar in Point Richmond with some guy insisting that I was a “dead ringer” for Hoffman as Lester Bangs in “Almost Famous.” It certainly ranked over a night in a NYC pub where a drunken, English bird kept calling me, “Meatloaf.” I’ll take Hoffman’s “Bangs” over Meat Loaf’s “Bat Out Of Hell” any day of the week.
When a star, especially one that had the emotional access that Hoffman had passes, part of us passes with him, because we have bonded with him or her on an emotional level. Hoffman was prolific and could connect with a broad spectrum of viewers. He played Art Howe, manager of the Oakland A’s in “Money Ball.” He was the flamboyantly gay writer, Truman Capote (for which he won and Oscar). He was L. Ron Hubbard to Joaquin Phoenix’s Jack Parsons in “The Master.” He also played “Plutarch Heavensbee” the hidden-inplain-sight, revolutionary master mind in “Catching Fire.”
Hoffman’s roles were like a mandala of the human spirit. He was accessible at almost any point, by anyone. As a Cancer, Hoffman was able to convey that watery receptivity and depth, underscored by his Mars in Scorpio, which, when he needed to, could give his character a bit of edge and danger. I see Mars in Scorpio manifesting in the Bangs character in Almost Famous. Through his phone calls to Cameron Crowe he’s not merely giving the Crowe character advice, he’s transmitting the edge that Crowe will need to survive on the tour and not be devoured by the road and the temptations of being sucked into becoming buddies with the band. At one point, Crowe’s character barks out to groupie nymphet (Pamela Des Barres?) Kate Hudson that he’s “dangerous.” That’s Bangs’ transference, which in the film is Hoffman’s.
Born with the Sun at the 29th degree, he faced the challenge of all anoretically afflicted personalities, which is beginnings and endings and as a Cancer, the anoretic degree can literally pry them out of their shell against their will. The draw of course is the warmth and light of the Leo Sun, just one degree beyond the cosmic carapace of that Canercian ascendant. His Jupiter in Leo, the second Sun, underscored this magnetic pull towards the light and yet, Hoffman’s destiny was to stay within the geometry of his emotions and honor the inner life. His body of work would seem to suggest that he did indeed manage to accomplish this.
But with his Mercury at 12 degrees in Cancer and his Saturn at 12 degrees Aries, it’s obvious that he was prone to depression and if we can use the energy of the Cardinal Cross as the current template, Hoffman was getting hammered. Uranus on his Saturn is disturbing. It’s like driving with the brakes on and there can be a crisis in the individuals life as it relates to new opportunities (Uranus) versus the old and tested ways of doing things (Saturn). Throw in the heat of Mars in opposition of Saturn and Pluto’s heavyweight presence also in square and Hoffman was being probed and eviscerated by the intensity of the Cardinal energies and while Jupiter could be construed as an ally in Cancer, an overseer to his natal Mercury, it could also be seen as an intense, psychic amplifier, making him even more sensitive and open than ever before. Jupiter retrograde would also take him backwards into some memory hole, a pocket of the body mind where every feeling/thought is expanded, though not necessarily exalted.
I would venture to say that Hoffman was haunted, which brings us into darker realms, deeper implications.
RITUAL SACRIFICE FOR THE SUPERB OWL
It didn’t take long for researchers to begin to connect the dots. The Super Bowl, between the Seahawks and the Broncos was Super Bowl 48 which breaks down to the number 12, which is the hanged man in the tarot. The hanged man traditionally represents a position of sacrifice for the tribe. He is Odin suspended downward on the Yggdrasil, the “Tree Of Life.” Twelve is also the number of Seattle’s infamous fan base; “The 12th man.” It’s also the number of Pisces, the sign most associated with sacrifice than any other. Over the past decade, the Super Bowl has taken on the form of a meta-ritual.
It reached it’s peak three years ago when Madonna channeled Isis at Lucas (Lightbringer) Field in Indianapolis. It was pure, blatant, in your face, camp ritual theater. Duality was theme for Madonna’s main event. You can see it in every aspect of it. She was flanked by Nickki Minaj and MIA (dual presence) and did a duet with Gemini, Cee-Lo Green (black/white/male female). Jupiter was in Taurus, and it can be seen in the fertility horns as crown for Isis/Hathor.
Last year Beyonce was channeling Taurus/Gemini as well as she and her handlers were targeting the Bull Gate of heaven via Sirius. Jupiter was in Gemini. So we see both Super Bowl 46 and 47 as part of the Taurus/Gemini continuum. Stevie Wonder also played a significant role in commercials during the Super Bowl. He played a vodun lord of the underworld, Baron Samedi.
Wonder is a Taurus and here he is with Zoe Saldana as Loa. Saldana just happens to be a Gemini.
Super Bowl 12 was a little different than the past two years. It was an invocation of Mars, as in Bruno Mars, who happens to be a Libra, where Mars is currently occupying, but Mars and his band were channeling James Brown, right down to the gold lame´ suits they were flashing. Brown’s sign? Taurus of course.
Here is Mars with of course the obligatory pyramid, a monument to Mars behind him.
The Martian theme was underscored ever-so-slightly by the appearance of boomer faces, the Red (Mars) Hot Chili Peppers. Just as an odd aside, lead singer Anthony Kiedis is a Scorpio whose parents had the last names of “Dammet” and “Noble.” Somehow, we can never escape the specter of duality.
During the pre-game, we were given the “Star-Spangled-Banner” sung by opera singer, Renee Fleming, draped in the colors of duality. At the end of the song, the 101st Airborne, Apache helicopters raced across the sky. it was an echo of the 1st Calvary Division, Airborne from Apocalypse Now, where Wagner and aerial assault met in a synchronized, cinematic air ballet of poetic proportion. The motto of the 101st? “Rendezvous With Destiny.” They are the “Screaming Eagles” and ironically, it was the Seahawks who won the game.
But let’s return to Phillip Seymour Hoffman who died on Imbolc. Imbolc is a gaelic fertility festival of sorts and is associated with Saint Brigid as the overlay of the Christian/Pagan transference.
It is one of the oldest rituals on the planet and goes as far back as the neolithic period and was celebrated at the “Mound Of Hostages” in Ireland, a neolithic site that is similar to New Grange where the opening of the burial mounds is surrounded by standing stones and is illuminated by the sunlight on “Imbolc” and “Samhain.” It goes all the way back to 3,000 BCE.
The name “Phillip” is derived from the name, “Philippas” (Greek) which essentially means “lover of horses.” We are in the “Year Of The Horse” and for all intents and purposes, the Broncos got slaughtered in Super Bowl 48.
One reference to Seymour, is Catholic saint, “Saint Maurus” whose life was later to be discovered as a forgery. However, the 9th Century personage of Saint Maur still has a feast day. It’s 11/22 (33) the day John F. Kennedy Died. Saint Maurus or Saint Maur is the patron saint of cripples and is symbolized by the crutch.
Seymour also means, “Tailor.”
Then we have his last name, Hoffman which essentially means “Of Man.” “The Horse Lover Of Man” and a false saint.
My good friend Ellis Taylor sent me the following email regarding the numerosymbology of Hoffman’s death;
“Philip Seymour Hoffman had two major tracks to negotiate in his life – 8 and 5. The numbers that would barrel towards him were 6, 7, and 9; and they would conjoin at certain points in the double 2, or 22. 8 is about force, systems, law, finance, reliability, efficiency, repetition, moving from one state to another, stress. (For more aspects of 8 see www.ellisctaylor.com/ringmasters.html and other articles on my site). 5 is to do with activity, languages, freedom, sport, addictions. Both 5 and 8 have issues to do with weight. He died 722 days after Whitney – which is the numbers approximate to pi and also the date of the Feast of Mary Magdalene, 22nd July. The last day of Cancer and the 203rd day of the year – matching his birthday number. It is also the day before his birthday (23rd July – 1st day of Leo) As 19×19 it is sxs, which is an acronym for side by side. As in Whitney’s sacrifice Philip’s was associated with 911 and two very significant, and associated numbers. Her death was 153 days after 11th September 2011. (153 is the number of the sacred feminine, fish catch etc See: Great Dreams) Philip’s was 144 days after 11th September 2013.” Ellis C. Taylor.
So we cannot dismiss the possibility that something much bigger is afoot here with both the Super Bowl and the death of Hoffman or the death “Of Man.”
There is something that is both touching and universal about Hoffman’s death. He was a character actor in the best sense of the word, meaning he could be anyone, play any man and yet, his chops were so good, he was amongst the best as his craft. His death was tragic in these sense that through the multitude of his characters, a slice us and our experience passed with him.
Even if this was yet another passing of the ritual variety, May your soul rest in peace Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
So what’s next on the horizon? Why The Sochi Olympics of course! Boy howdy do we have a lot more symbolism happening there. In fact, I cover it over on Gaiam TV when I tackle chart of Russia and Putin over at the 11th House. You can watch this and other shows over at Gaiam free for ten days. Just go to the 11th House and sign up for a free, ten-day-trial.
Sometimes realities merge with blinding clarity. Other times, there are fuzzy overlaps that induce eternal chuckles of delight. Occasionally they intersect with forehead smacking irony. I think I’ve just stumbled upon one of the latter.
Over the years, I’ve hung out with channels, consorted with friends and lovers directed by guides and master teachers. I’m pretty convinced that the closest I ever got to realizing such an etheric fraternity was being initiated into astral travel, rather violently, by the spirit of Ernest Hemingway. But I have little doubt that I am in touch with agencies far beyond my mortal ken, or I could not do what I do when I read for people. I am always amazed by the process and the soul dialog that ensues between myself and a client. But this is no high falutin’ discourse on the esoteric exchange of thought into matter, and yet some sublime hidden hand pointed me towards a metaphysical revelation that had me in hysterics. It involves none other than Jeff Bridges, birthday boy, Sagittarian; The Dude.
For some reason, I stopped everything I was doing the other night and re-watched “The Big Lebowski.” I wanted to see if the Coen Brothers were really just indulging in a So-Cal, BOHO, picaresque. In essence, was there anything deeper going on beneath the frothy head of a White Russian?
First off, from a strict astrological perspective The Dude is Sag. He’s avuncular, free-spirited, sloppy, non-judgmental, stony, whimsically ironic, philosophical and even political, sort of. In the true spirit of Sag, he fucks up, falls, and somehow lands on his wobbly feet again. Just when it looks like he’s toast, providence rescues the Dude, even if its just a temporary respite. Sag Bridges is spot on in his Sag-like practice of the “Tao of Dude.” But then weird layers begin to emerge. I kept asking myself, why would “Maude Lebowski” played by Juilanne Moore, who is also a Sag, born on 12/3, just one day before Bridges, 12/4, want to have The Dude’s child? In a strange bit of synchronistic oddity, their natal sun signs are almost exact. In the film they also share the same last name. Aside from the coincidence of both sun signs, what’s going on with the Lebowski/Lebowski, supposedly non-related birth connection? Are the Coen brothers hinting at the selection process of bloodlines in the Big Lebowski? Is this why Maude/Julianne Moore chooses him? Who is “The Dude” anyway? Read the rest of this entry »
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.”
My English doppelganger, Darren Williams, delivers angles, asides and observations from his perch in LIverpool. Darren is a two of clubs as am I (the conversation card) and hails from where my grandmother was born and raised. Darren's observations from the world of sport, esoterica, music, the BBC and film are top notch.
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FREE ASSOCIATION RADIO
Here are some past episodes from my various programs on Free Association Radio. These are interviews with some of the leading edge thinkers on the planet, from the realms of quantum healing, ancient mysteries, exo-politics, astrology and consciousness.
David Ian Cowan (Navigating The Collapse Of Time) and Sarah Nash (The Cosmic Hooker): Quantum Healing.