Robert Phoenix

Isis emerges on the Cancer Moon

My friend, Ellis C. Taylor just added this bit about Madonna and the dates surrounding her performance. Keep this in mind as you read through the rest of the post. Ellis; “Here’s a little info you’ll find interesting if you are studying the MegaSpell: The Super Bowl (cauldron) rite took place on 5th February; as Robert says this was 173 days prior to the London Olympics. The High Priestess in attendance was Madonna, who had celebrated her 53rd (8) birthday 173 days previously, on 16th August 2011. Three years previous to this, on the same date in 2008, the venue ‘Lucas Oil Stadium’ was opened. Lucas means light, of course.”

Sometimes I just can’t help myself. I see some tasty ritual theater and I start to salivate just a little more. Sweat starts to seep through my palms. My blood pressure rises ever-so-slightly. I begin to immediately scan for symbols and clues.

The hunt is on!

Sunday’s Super Bore was no different. I just had to do a post on the game, easily the most disconnected and meaningless scrimmage of any importance I’ve seen between two teams at this level. This game will be remembered more for the pass Wes Welker didn’t catch than almost any other nondescript moment. Mario Manningham had a nice reception. Chase Blackburn, a guy who had been teaching just a few weeks ago had a key, late interception, but other than that, little else.

Football has changed so much since I was a kid. Gone are the days of the dominant running back. Players like OJ, Barry Sanders, Walter Payton and Tony Dorsett could carry teams on their shoulders. Running backs are becoming more and more faceless with every season. But that’s a different topic. This game felt unusually hollow. Empty. Devoid of what Bruce Lee called, “emotional content.” I’ve been watching Super Bowls since I was 10 and even when the games were crap, there was always a sense of some, underlying connectivity that collective events can occasionally drive; that’s the dangerous beauty of sport.

Think about it for moment. What other events, save elections are people all sharing their attention simultaneously? What’s interesting about the phenomenon is that its driven by a signal everyone receives, then that signal gets split into two, polarized currents. One group views the event positively, the other, negatively. It starts out in a unifying filed, then quickly bi-furcates everyone’s attention. During an event like the Super Bowl, in our own, disconnected way, we are one even though we segment off into respective and dual POV’s.

THE STRANGE AND TRAGIC CASE OF MICHAEL PHILBIN

I still cannot quite put my finger on it, but the events leading up to the game bordered on the supernatural. All season long, the Green Bay Packers, last year’s winner were steamrolling their opponents. They had one mis-step late in the season, an inexplicable loss to the Kansas City Chiefs, but other than that, they were the Brahmins of the NFL. With their league best record, they had a week off and home field advantage. But something strange and tragic happened.

Just days before their big tilt against the Giants at Lambeau Field, a Packers assistant coach, Joe Philbin had a son go missing, The son, Michael was 21 and had been out in the woods near Oshkosh, with friends. But the timing of the events is more than a little curious.

It was reported that Michael had last spoke with someone at 2:15 AM on Sunday morning via phone and exhibited no signs of distress. Then he was reported as missing at 8:15 PM, Sunday. But it was also reported that a security guard from a nearby business had called in that someone had fallen through the ice of the Fox River at 2:38 AM on Sunday. Am I the only one that finds this more than a little weird? Young Philbin calls someone at 2:15 AM from his cell phone, then thirty-three minutes later, a security guard calls the fall in. Where the hell was the security guard and why did they wait until Monday to find Michael Philbin’s body?

Philbin’s death took a toll on the Packers. They were not at all prepared to play against the Giants. Michael Philbin had been around the team since he was 12. Green Bay played like they were in a trance. What’s really weird, was that his father spent the week after the Giants game interviewing for the head coaching position of the Miami Dolphins, a job that he got.

So let’s back this up. Joe Philbin’s son mysteriously dies at the tender young age of 21 and a week later, his father is selling himself to Dolphins owner, Stephen Ross. Maybe he was escaping his grief. I could see that. But I find so many aspects about this death to be utterly bizarre and some of which just don’t add up. Another oddity is that Michael Philbin had been convicted of two counts of sexual assault, which amounted to him basically having sex with two girls that had passed out from too much booze–so there’s another surreal layer to all of this.

The Giants stomped the Packers and traveled to San Francisco to take on the surging 49ers.

BLACK SUNDAY

Its a very dark Sunday. The worst storm of the season has settled in the Bay Area. I get disturbing feelings ahead of the game. I’m a damned good remote viewer when it comes to sports. This year I picked 181 winners during the season. I had been zoned into the psychic DNA of the Niners in a big way. I was locked in. But something odd, really odd had occurred. Green Bay was supposed to win and play The Niners, but the death of Michael Philbin changed all that. It altered destiny and it tweaked the timeline. I knew it all week. I kept scanning the game and got nothing, except a creeping feeling that the Giants would win.

The Niners fought hard and really roughed up Eli Manning. But then some strange (there’s that word again) and inexplicable things happened to them. There was one play that could have been a fumble–a game changing fumble–late in the fourth quarter. But “after” the Niners recovered, the whistle blew. Instead of 1st and 10 at the NY 21, the Giants would punt the ball and take away the Niners last, best chance of winning.

In addition to the spotty call, SF’s defensive backs were flying all over the field. Twice, Eli Manning would throw balls into the air for interceptions and twice the Niner DBs would violently collide. Cornerback Tarrell Brown would have to leave the game on one of those hits from his teammate, Dashon Goldson. A few plays later, Manning picked on his replacement for six points and the decisive touchdown.

And then there’s Kyle Williams.

Forced into action due to an injury to Ted Ginn, Williams is a WR/Kick returner. During the game, he had two, key fumbles. One on a kickoff return, the other on a punt return, that would change the tide of the game and lead to the winning field goal. Kyle Williams had become the Niners scapegoat.

Just hours earlier, the Baltimore Ravens, coached by John Harbaugh, brother of Niners coach Jim Harbaugh, had his own bizarre moments. Playing against the New England Patriots in Foxboro (Fox River?) they were on the verge of winning when Lee Evans had a pass stripped out of his hands in the end zone with time running out of the game. Now normally, a play like that is and can be reviewed. But for whatever reason, the officials declined. Then it got really surreal. It was 3rd down, but the New England scoreboard said 4th down. The Ravens were confused and their kicker, who has a routine for each down, did the wrong routine and shanked the kick. Now they could have called timeout, but they didn’t. It was bizarre. It was like something had gripped them in the claw of a collective spell. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before. Billy Cundiff missed the kick and the Pats were on their way to Super Bowl XLVI. Both teams advanced in rather unusual, bordering on supernatural fashion.

There was something hollow about every aspect of the game. Reality felt, well, really off. A flat, nearly two-dimensional game fueled by empty commercials lacking any true wit or originality (lots of predictive programming though). I’ll get to those later, but now that I’ve set the stage for you, let’s get to the real purpose of the Super Bowl; The halftime ritual with Madonna.

ISIS UNVEILED THE MADONNA SPECTACLE

The Super Bowl took place in the sign of Aquarius. Water bearer, sign of the New Age. Super Bowl Sunday was 173 days (11) from the start of the London, Olympics. Monday, a day after the Super Bowl marked the 60th anniversary of the Queen of England’s ascent to the throne (thanks Sarsen). The Super Bowl is the augur, the message bringer for the rites of the Sun King (Leo) in the year of jubilee. Madonna (whoever she is at this point) is also a Leo.

She hit the stage being pulled by a column of Roman soldiers, encased in what looks like giant palm fronds. She is brought to center stage where she emerges in a pool of golden light. This is the solar, male principle. The trumpets of judgment and tribulation herald her arrival.

Notice the figure playing the lyre. The lyre is the instrument used by Orpheus to seduce the gods of the underworld. It is symbolic of Aries, The Ram, due to its ram-like-shape. Ironically, the NFL just announced that the St. Louis “Rams” will play in London for one game each year (where they will be the home team) for the next three seasons.

Where else do we see the ram’s horns? In the crown of Isis. Interestingly enough, the lyre is also the alpha (upright) and the omega (upturned). It symbolizes beginning and end. When reversed, it becomes a symbol of Leo (think lion’s mane).

Once Madonna is revealed, bathed in the golden light of the Sun, she is of course wearing the crown of Isis.

On her throne, you can see just to the right of her, the symbol for the rune Dagez. It is generally associated with “breakthrough” but is literally a symbol of breaking light, or breaking dawn. Rapid illumination. It is announcing “The Dawn Of A New Day” and the arrival the “New Age.” Also take a quick note of the obligatory leopard print at the bottom of the throne and the two pillars (rods) on either side of her.

From there, Madonna breaks into “Vogue” a devotional anthem to gay clubbing and dancing. This is intentional. Everything about Madonna’s career has been about subversion. “Like a Virgin” isn’t about a girl’s first love. It’s about her first large cock. “Like A Prayer” has graphic innuendo about oral sex; “I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there/In the midnight hour I can feel your power/Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there.” We’ll revisit this song a little later.

So Madonna heralds the New Age with homoerotic beats beamed into millions of households (Moby thought this was really cool BTW). At one point, a single eye emerges on the stage in front of her.

It is the “Eye Of Horus” and not the last time we will pay tribute to it.

After she does the Trocadero Two step with Black Orpheus, she kicks into “Music” a rather innocuous club hit that did more for Sasha Baron Cohen’s career than hers. We get B-Boys in track suits, more lyre imagery and a surprisingly awkward Madonna (she claimed to be recovering from a pulled hammy), nearly falling off the stage.

Club goons and the oddly related LMFAO take the stage, sporting a mishmash of imagery, including zebra stripes and animal prints. They do a little shuffle with Madonna and then get into a weird leg dance with her that again, looks strangely awkward. Madonna was known for her dancing and frankly, its not coming through. Now we get to the real meat of the medley.

LMFAO leave and Madonna is joined by a squad of dancing cheerleaders with tiny Isis headbands, chanting her name. The colors have shifted to black and red. Red symbolizing blood, bloodlines, and menstrual flow. Madonna’s symbol is revealed.

It basically consists of two pyramids that form a “M” for Madonna, with a circle and a “X” in the circle. The two pyramids look like legs that are spread and you know, X marks the spot! You can also find the Freemasonic compass and square in the symbol, along with what appears to be a black widow (which is code for ” a widow’s son” aka Hiram Abiff). If you look in there, you’ll also see a deranged rabbit, yet another symbol of fertility and you guessed it; guardian of the rabbit hole.

“Give Me All Your Love” is like a football cheer, reminiscent of “Mickey” by Toni Basil, who might have been Madonna before Madonna. Anyway. Its a paean to utter narcism, asking everyone to give their love to Madonna. However there are some curious references in the song, like Madonna stating that, “She’s a different kind of girl.” We’ll explore this later.

Quickly she is joined by the multiple personality known as Nickki Minaj and the confused Tamil freedom fighter known as MIA, married to one of the scions of Zion, Benjamin Bronfman (nee Brewer). Nickki channels a fifth century demi-urge, while MIA gives America and the world, the middle finger.

At one point, the digital imagery shifts and becomes a grid of pyramids and diamonds forming an electronic being, a schematic for the new, virtual human. Man as robot. Also, if you take the inverted triangle that is the head (Kether) and superimposed it with the two, interpenetrated triangles at the bottom (Malkuth), you would get a Star of David.

Quickly the scene shifts and a drum corps with a slightly militaristic beat takes the stage. In the center is Madonna’s symbol encircled by a garland, reminiscent of the UN’s garland and two, five-pointed stars. She’s joined by Ceelo and they launch into “Open Your Heart” which quickly segues into “Like A Prayer” with both Madonna and Ceelo donning robes of the high priest and priestess. Here is where the imagery gets very interesting.

At 9:49, you can see what looks like a black sun forming in the background. This is the denouement. The black sun becomes a giant eye–an all seeing eye. This eye imagery will return at 11:00 minutes into the performance, this time projected onto the front of the stage.

Notice how the choir, Ceelo and Madonna are all donned in black, not white. This is a black mass. Behind them a golden pyramid is erected by shafts of light.

Here we see the “all-seeing-eye” in the foreground with another eye in background. Then the eye becomes a pyramid in the silvery blue of the Moon/Isis.

Then it shifts to gold again (Sun/Horus) and you can see in the background that the pyramid is upside down, denoting the watery aspect of the feminine expression (pyramid reversed) with the eye of Horus in the center, with shafts of light illuminating outward and downward below, the entire planet splayed across the front of the stage.

Madonna then disappears in a column of silver blue light as “World Peace” is plastered on the stage, then dissolves into digital shadows.

She arrives bathed in the golden light of a new day dawning and exits in the nocturnal light of Luna. Its important to note that the Moon had been in the last degrees of Cancer, squaring Libra in Saturn throughout the entire Super Bowl. The blending of light and color is of course an alchemical exercise in the reconciliation of opposites and the alchemical marriage through the act of invocation.

So what does it all mean?

Well, first of all, some of us are wondering if Madonna is even Madonna anymore. She sure as hell didn’t dance like Madonna. I also remember Madonna being a lot less leggy, more squat and dynamic. Then there’s that curious lyric from her new song; “Don’t play those stupid games cause I’m a different kind of girl.” What is this in reference to? Is she literally a different girl? Keep in mind that this was all lip-synched. I’m not clear if we’re in Faul McCartney territory just yet, but there is enough latitude for this to be at the very least, considered.

The ritual itself was a hyper-kinetic download into millions of zombified, guac-stuffed bodies and fermented brains. Its meant to go off at the symbolic level of the psyche, where symbols, not language assemble thought and entrain us to remember that we are the slaves of pharaohs and viziers who hold the “true knowledge.” Lastly, its a virtual temple, a symbolic portal to the grand mega ritual, that will be happening in London, where the Sun King, (William) will be initiated from “Horus the Younger” (Heru-pa-khered) to “Horus the Elder” (Heru-ur).

William is now in the Falklands on a mission. “Falklands” can be essentially translated into, “Land of the Falcons” or “Falcon Lands.” And what is the symbol of Horus? Prince William is getting his falcon wings, while Isis invokes his arrival, 173 days away.

But the thing that has really struck me is how common this symbolism is now. As Michael Hoffman has stated previously in his “revelation of the method” we are being initiated into this symbolic realm, purposefully, full on now. Its one thing to be aware of the symbols–its an entirely different matter to see them as part of a process of subtle initiation. There’s noticing and then there’s the noticing of the noticing.

In the end, Madonna’s super bowl ritual was a pedestrian and dull hammer to the brain. No matter how esoteric, it was as flat as everything else associated with the game. Maybe I’ll take a swipe at the commercials tomorrow.

Here’s a bonus pic. This is a rorschach of an image that I grabbed from the vogue sequence and enlarged. Would love to know what you see in it.

Capricorn Harbaugh climbs to the top

Don’t have a ton of time to launch an epic post, but I do want to pen a few thoughts before another day passes by. The first being that I want to give thanks to everyone who has supported me and my various sites throughout the year. I could not do what I do without the forest for this tree. Hell, I’ll even throw in some thanks for the maggots and the worms, since they’re gnawing away at the detritus of our culture. Also, big ups to the ever-widening gyre of accumulated awareness that gains greater traction and depth with each breath we take. Our souls are velcro to the universe of love.

Yesterday was Jim Harbaugh’s birthday. We call him “Hardballs” over on the Niner forum. The first year coach with a stellium in Capricorn; Sun/Merc/Venus/Mars, I’m getting a ringside seat of witnessing the grit and determination of getting the job done and climbing, step-by-step to the top.

Harbaugh took over a moribund team which had not had a winning season in over 7 years. The previous coaches were foolish, arrogant and overmatched–not ready for the rigors of the NFL. Harbaugh came in with absolute conviction and faith. Also, like a good Cap, he surrounded himself with excellent coaches. The result is that the Niners are 11-3 and in the playoffs for the first time in 8 years. He’s not the friendliest or diplomatic of coaches (leave that to his brother John, his exact cardinal square in Libra). Harbaugh can be gruff and suffers no fools, especially if they have press written across their chest. But like the great generals of history, his players have a fierce loyalty for him and he for them.

One of the things that I love about Harbaugh is that he doesn’t throw anyone under the bus. His players, even ones that suck are never tried in the court of public opinion. Its like he’s already at the top of the mountain, reaching out and raising up. Can he be an arrogant prick? Just ask his closest rival, Seahawks coach, Pete Carroll, who Harbaugh plays today. They’re almost mirrors of one another. Carroll is a Taurus and they are both really entrenched in a tribal culture. If we want to witness a positive manifestation of Capricorn, Jim Harbaugh gets my vote. And now for the antipode.

CANCER 1 PLUTO IN CAP 0

If you want something to put a little smile on your face for the holidays, have a look at this video. Its an excerpt from the Santa Cruz city council’s hearing on PG&E, Smart Meters and replacing them with analog meters. If you’re not hip to the smart meter trip, get there fast. California is on the frontlines of it. I’ve had Joshua Hart of Stop Smart Meters.Org on my show twice and his tireless advocacy to keep smart meters out of our homes seems to be gaining some traction.

In this video, you’ll see PG&E’s certified android repeating over and over again that there are “safety” issues with replacing smart meters with the old analog ones, that worked just fine before. Two families were experiencing health issues with their smart meters and replaced them. PG&E shut their power down and would not restore it until the PUC ruled on replacing them. That could take 60-90 days. The Santa Cruz City Council filleted the PG&E bot.

Here we see Cancer (home) pushing back on the borg-like consciousness of smart metering and corporate steamrolling. No one ever asked us if we wanted the smart meters. No real health tests had ever been carried out to determine the short and long term effects of them. This video at the very least, shows that humans are still alive and well on the eve of 2012.

Pluto in Capricorn; City of eternal night.

The Moon and Venus were just in Capricorn. Venus slowly approaching Pluto. It’s time for us to review where we are with this titanic, monolithic, baphomertic, Plutonian beast now three-years deep into our social DNA . Ironically, I started this blog during the late degrees of Sagittarius, right around 28 degrees, just three degrees off my natal Jupiter and on the cusp of my 2nd House. However, it would be in the early degrees of Pluto in Cap where it would really take off. So in many ways, this blog is intrinsically linked to the goat from the underworld.

Pluto in Cap has been an intense journey into the bowels of my 2nd house. Its dredged up fears about survival and isolation. Early on in Pluto in Cap, I had a lover whose father played pro-football and molested her as a child, the most inviolate aspect of Pluto rising to the surface.

It’s no coincidence that we’re seeing it raise its grotesque countenance amidst the so-called charity of “Second Mile.” Oh yeah, that shit is Pluto in Capricorn. A so called benevolent foundation, right and respectable, giving kids from broken families a chance in life, with a fatherly figure like Jerry Sandusky giving them “hands on” guidance in life. Pluto is the expose of the most unthinkable; Violating young boys, fatherless and desperately looking for direction, acceptance and love.

2nd House is values, the root chakra, the most basic and fundamental issues in the life of the individual. Its where the shadow (Pluto) seeks to interpenetrate the most intimate confines of the soul as it manifests on the material plane. It is also where Pluto lives in the US chart at 28 degrees. Jerry Sandusky, born January 24th, 1944 his Venus is in Capricorn at 9 degrees. Yup. Squaring the progressed U.S. Moon in Libra at 6 degrees, currently conjuncting transiting Pluto. Even though its a ways out this country is going through its Pluto return and we’re starting to get ungodly glimpses at the seamy underbelly of it; sex, corruption and power. Sandusky is a skeleton key to a closet so dark we tremble at the disparity between the world we thought was safe and the one that truly exists. That’s the way it is boys and girls. No escaping it now.

(Editors note. Bernie Fine of Syracuse has just stepped down for being accused by three young men for sexually violating them. Fine is a Capricorn 0 degrees)

The serpents are being exposed to the light. Don’t turn away or we might miss our chance to make it right. You see, enlightenment doesn’t come cheap these days, those well worn affirmations are of little use. Its all about power now. Do you want to take it back or not? You have a choice. This isn’t the time for turning your other butt cheek. There are people playing a high stakes game of no limit hold’em with your future and your children’s future, and you’re not even aware that you’re at the table or if you are, you might have a shitty hand. You’ve gotta play it anyway. Look, if you want to be here now, you’ve gotta commit to the process from your core. Read the rest of this entry »

Where did it go?

The space is quiet. More still than other Sundays. Outside my window I can intermittently hear the leaves on my Avocado tree rustle up against the thick and burly trunk of the massive Redwood that stands so near it. These two are strange soul mates, so different in leaf type and purpose. The Redwood dwarfs it more and more with each passing year, blotting out more Sun in the process. If I owned this place, out of love, I would shear off a few branches of the mighty Redwood for that Avocado tree. Beyond them, the steady sound of the freeway is like a wind tunnel in the distance, producing airy octaves of steel rippling off the atmosphere. At this distance, it’s almost meditative.

The post I dropped on Friday is already having deep resonance for me. I woke up and the first thought I had was, “Where did the time go”? I flashed back on being eight-years-old and playing catch with my neighbor and it truly seemed just like yesterday. And then I realized that I have lived in this place now for two years, listening to the steady waltz of time through these trees.

It’s been two years since I left my home and the seed pod of my family behind. I cannot believe that much time has elapsed. It also seems like just yesterday when I hurtled down that concrete wind tunnel to a new life of sorts, more of a half life actually in the Bardo of separation. This is the power of the Cancer Moon in it’s final degrees, squaring off against a herd of ram; Mercury, Venus, Mars and Jupiter, all in Aries.

Squares create friction and spark, like flint on rock or steel. Provided with enough kindling (experience), burning embers begin to glow. With the Cardinal squares we have to be careful because if we’re not, we’re dealing with emotional bonfires that can quickly get out of control.

While The Cancer Moon provides the emphasis for deeper reflection and remembrance of what we call the past, that Cardinal energy is urging you to get going, get moving, asking you where you are in the priority of your own existence. Have you achieved your goals? Are goals even important? Are you at a point where you can be truly at peace with your life’s choices and decisions? How much “time” do you theoretically have left and what do you plan on doing with it? Is your life a sprawling picaresque woven together by seemingly random plot lines without an ending in sight or is it a tight novella, where you are carving out the main character and narrative with exquisite, yet very efficient detail? Questions like these emerge. In the background that Taurus Sun wants to make it all “real” and definable so that we can understand that our existence has a purpose.

Lives don’t turn out how we thought they would. Sometimes they are far better than we ever would have imagined. Other times we are crushed by the gravity of our choices, even if our programming has overridden the logic of what we “should” have done.

There is a stillness today, even as those martial planets are pressing in from all sides. I urge you to take advantage of the subtle void and know that it is never too late to choose how you want to live your life in accordance with your soul, for this is where we are the most happy and fulfilled. The Gods of steady and humble authentic expression are on your side. Love all that has been and all that is yet to be and the world will disappear into wholly new dimension of awareness, purpose and greater love.

Big shout outs to these sweet mothers: Aqua, Janet 11, Lemurian Love, EA, Lizet, KG (mother of an invisible brood) my own mother as well and any others I have neglected to mention. This day and everyday is yours. Gauisus Matris Dies.

Mother Mary flanked by reason and feeling.

Here’s you’re weekend astrological weather update. The Moon is firmly Cancer now and will align nicely for Mother’s Day. What better aspect for appreciating the woman in your life responsible for giving you birth and sustenance? For some people that is not always their birth mother. I remember once when I was doing tarot readings down at Fisherman’s Wharf, I had made friends with an older woman, a royal-looking beauty from old world Europe. She was ebullient and commanded a room in a way that only a double Leo could capture. After giving her a reading and her sitting down talking with me, she uttered a phrase I had never heard from my birth mother; “I’m proud of you.” Translation? The universe will succor and feed us in ways that are non-traditional if we allow it. Love will find a way.

The general mood and atmosphere over the weekend will be marked by feelings of sentimentality as this is an aspect of the Cancer Moon, but when it sextiles the Taurus Sun, the feelings become even more rooted in the past and what we have loved and cherished. While this can be beneficial in order to stimulate the cellular memory and re-kindle feelings of warmth and security from safer times, it’s always useful to bring that energy into the present. As we honor mothers with candy, kisses and cards, if you can raise your awareness to encompass others this weekend, a great feeling of empathy can emerge.

In the New Madrid Fault zone, the waters of the MIssissippi are rising to crisis levels. I have addressed this as the recreation of the flooding of the Nile Valley (Memphis/Memphis blowing the levee at Cairo, Illinois). With Moon in Cancer, especially early degrees, cojuncting Neptune and Chiron in Pisces, water levels and emotions rise. But the saving grace is the Taurus Sun. Ground. Earth. Mud.

One of the greatest conspiracies of all time is how we’ve been tricked into thinking our thoughts and feelings don’t “matter.” They do. Focused thought aligned with true feeling can move mountains. This is one of the lessons of the Cancer Moon, which is receptive and magnetic and the Taurus Sun which is solid, concrete and tangible. Draw what you need into your life through gratitude and appreciation. If you’re invested in the planet and lives of others, a psychic-bodhisattva, you can use this Cancer/Taurus energy to visualize the receding waters of the Mississippi and affirm that there are forces greater than we can understand, working to maintain an equilibrium for existence. Your thoughts and feelings do “matter.”

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The divine Sinead O’Connor.

Where do you park your oxen?

Home. Where is it? What does it mean? These are questions that are reverberating through the space of our times. Last night an old friend stopped by. He was without a place to stay, roaming from job-to-job at this point. Another friend is considering abandoning his apartment for life in his car, parked at night near the sanctified confines of local churches. A recent client has been using her mother’s home as a chrysalis, getting ready to re-hatch her life back into the world. LeBron James left his home and bolted for a new one, raising all kinds of questions about loyalty and commitment in the process (more about LeBron later).

I pondered these questions about home as residents around the gulf are reporting all kinds of sickness, all occurring around their homes. The oil is gushing, unabated now, as BP removed part of the well head today, hastening it’s unimpeded flow into the home waters of the south. People down there might be forced to leave their homes.

The concept of home rose to the surface of my consciousness as I watched a blues band bang out standards in the center of my town, my home, a place that I have called home since last year, as I left on my Hejira, just up the road. It came on the heels of three days in a psych ward, where I witnessed the sad state of human wreckage that called that and other places like it “home.” It took a journey into the orphic depths for me to find the lost parts of my soul, the mad and disenfranchised strands of self, shunned by me as a coping mechanism to get by in this world. They were all there, in male in female form. I gathered them unto me and led them out, back into the light. I brought them home. A year later, almost to the day, my father died, in his home, thus completing my turn around the Sun.

With the Sun in Cancer, New Moon in Cancer, Solar Eclipse, the idea and ideal of “home” is moving to the front and center for many people. It is illuminating what’s important to us and how we can use the home, any home, whether it’s rooted in rebar or attached to ones back, to be the fertile ground for cracking through to new life and sustaining the momentum of growth.

The Sabian symbol for the Solar Eclipse tomorrow is THE UNFOLDMENT OF MULTILEVEL POTENTIALITIES ISSUING FROM AN ORIGINAL GERM. On a day when the Sun is eclipsed, we do not view our shadows and all is brought forth into the clarity of day to witness. Here we see on the New Moon, the symbol of germination, of breaking through and beginning a heliotropic journey towards the light. In essence, grow where you are planted and if there is not enough light and sustenance, cast yourself to the winds of change land somewhere that you can.

Through my readings with people, I have gleaned that we are in the act of finishing up business and getting with the art of living. The time for processing is over. You’ve been here a thousand times already. You know enough. Let the unfoldment of multi-level potential germinate.

When we deal with the concept of breakthrough, we often frame it in dramatic terms, like finding the right work, or the right partner, or manifesting something we have desired and worked towards, but it’s often the case that breakthrough can be as simple and humble as the first fissure in the hard membrane of the seed wall. That tiny fracture cannot be underestimated as a monumental event in the life of the organism that emerges. It’s as critical as the first fall of fruit and the next generation of seed. Without it, there is no life. Our lives are comprised of any number of these moments and the beauty is, is that you have a choice in these moments as they emerge.

It’s how you respond.

Do you give your power away for approval or need?

You will let another snuff out your light for acceptance?

Will you react in the middle of a fire fight between out-of-control egos?

Will you consistently choose wholeness and integration over diffusion and defracation?

Can you respond from a place of third option, a creative alternative to polarity and duality?

It’s these things that manifest in everyday acts that allow us to chip away at the hard husk of separation and risk the reward of journeying towards the light. Breakthrough is just one thought and one breath away. It’s always there. Read the rest of this entry »

Beware the Beck and call.

We are deep in the pitch now. There is no turning back. The tea baggers have pushed away from shoal of familiarity, the muddy banks of their present misfortunes and social entropy. Scott Brown took down Martha Coakley and while no one will ever mistake Scott Brown fror Ron Paul, it marked the beginning of a movement. Glen Beck might have laid the astroturf, but it will grow upon it’s own accord. My guess is that Beck will be found out soon enough. He’s a third-rate Goebbels that manipulates mostly white rage against the machine. He’s the perfect howdy-doody, mouthing the party line of controlled opposition. Beck is a mainstream version of Alex Jones. Both are feeding you mostly spoonfuls of bullshit, but they’re nicely seasoned and deep fried. But what Glen Beck does not understand is that the energy he is unloosening in his perverse and nearly pornographic propaganda, is enough to stir the numb and befuddled masses. Beck will be happy to lead them right off of a cliff into the crashing waves and jagged rocks below. But that ain’t gonna happen.

Many Moons ago, as I stared down the beast of Pluto In Capricorn and began to look at it’s celestial arc against our skies, both present and past, I could see the opposition begin to form in the US Chart, a brave stellium of Cancerian Planets (Sun, Mercury, Venus and Jupiter).

Currently, transiting Pluto and transiting Saturn are opposing and squaring the natal US in Venus respectively. People are being dislodged from their complacency by the strain of the economy, political double speak and overall bad vibes. The slumbering masses are stirring.

The latest electro-shock to the body-politique was the stunning ruling by The Supreme Court that corporations and not just any old US corporation, but any corporation in the world can spend as much as they want in the forthcoming elections. They were granted individual rights and “freedom of speech” so to speak. It’s all preemptive. With the midterms coming up, they will stock the coffers of as many candidates on both sides as possible. Don’t think that this is simply yet another mad, power grab by the right to reinstate their majority. The right and the left are fair game when it comes to corporate finance. The left as we have seen doesn’t have imminent domain when it comes to morality and doing the right thing. Bill Clinton passed both NAFTA and GATT under his watch, promoting globalist expansion at breakneck speed. Don’t be deceived by the right hand or the left. Read the rest of this entry »