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Wecome to the Boom Town.

Just as The Boomers are about to enter the golden age, when all of their hard earned, SS credits ripen, the government shuts down. If you were born on the fringe of that generation, say, 1948, you’d be hitting 65 now. That magic number. And yet, things aren’t as they seem and there’s a good chance they might not be and even though SS payments should, theoretically continue to be made, there’s no guarantee that this will be the case moving forward. The last time the gov shutdown was 1995, but as Lou Reed once said, “those were different times.” We were just about to head into the full cups of the Clinton administration, when the Fed started driving down interest rates and Glass-Steagal was unleashed like a virus that would have unintended consequences on the economy. But those were different times. Champagne wishes and caviar dreams. Ironically, “Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous” ended when the shutdown occurred back in ’95.

This could not have happened at a less auspicious time as we get closer and closer to the Cardinal Square in November and the heavy-duty, Mercury Retrograde in Scorpio, coming at us and then there’s ISON. We’re going to talk about ISON in just a bit.

Libra is supposed to be about balance, symmetry, justice and all that. What were seeing as a result of the shutdown is not something that is imbalanced, but balanced in such a way that the chains on the scale are about to snap.

On one side, we have the ACA or “Obamacare” a leviathan of an institution that will change the shape of the USA rapidly over the months and years to come. Not only is it more expensive than your original policy, but the quality of care has yet to be established per the guidelines of Obamacare. I have a long held belief that this is a way to manage the population out and that only the wealthiest will be able to afford the type of care that only the best and unfettered money can buy. At the upper .5%, it’s already happening.

It’s either a long line of clones, or the elite have found ways to immunize themselves against the most virulent plagues of our time, including cancer. When was the last time you heard of someone rich and perhaps famous getting really sick and going down for the count? How long has Henry Kissinger been around? The Queen? Soros? Rockefeller? Even some of the younger minions like Hilary, Bill, GW, Boxer, Feinstein and Pelosi seem to evade major maladies. The USA has 300 out of every 100,000 people die of cancer every year. That’s not just getting it. That’s dying. I’m betting that 4-500 out of every 100,000 actually get cancer. Anyway, one would think that as a percentage of the population that the global elite might suffer the same fate as the rest of us, but when was the last time you heard of someone incredibly wealthy and famous getting cancer in political circles? It almost never happens, unless you happen to be the unfortunate wife of a skirt chasing pol, like Newt Gingrich or John Edwards.

I guess what I’m saying is, is that the fix is in, and we’re on the outside looking at it.

But the fact of the matter is, is it’s going to get worse, not better. The health care bill was penned by insurance companies and eugenicists. Ezekiel Emanuel, brother of Rahm was a deep advisor to the ACA. This is the cornerstone of his belief system, taken from “”Principles For Allocation Of Scarce Medical Interventions”;Strict youngest-first allocation directs scarce resources predominantly to infants. This approach seems incorrect. The death of a 20-year-old woman is intuitively worse than that of a 2-month-old girl, even though the baby has had less life. The 20-year-old has a much more developed personality than the infant, and has drawn upon the investment of others to begin as-yet-unfulfilled projects…. Adolescents have received substantial substantial education and parental care, investments that will be wasted without a complete life. Infants, by contrast, have not yet received these investments…. It is terrible when an infant dies, but worse, most people think, when a three-year-old child dies, and worse still when an adolescent does.”

“Unlike allocation by sex or race, allocation by age is not invidious discrimination; every person lives through different life stages rather than being a single age. Even if 25-year-olds receive priority over 65-year-olds, everyone who is 65 years now was previously 25 years. Treating 65-year olds differently because of stereotypes or falsehoods would be ageist; treating them differently because they have already had more life-years is not.”

“Ultimately, the complete lives system does not create ‘classes of Untermenschen whose lives and well being are deemed not worth spending money on,’ but rather empowers us to decide fairly whom to save when genuine scarcity makes saving everyone impossible.”

“When implemented, the complete lives system produces a priority curve on which individuals aged between roughly 15 and 40 years get the most substantial chance, whereas the youngest and oldest people get chances that are attenuated”

“Every favor to a constituency should be linked to support for the health-care reform agenda. If the automakers want a bailout, then they and their suppliers have to agree to support and lobby for the administration’s health-reform effort.”

Consider me quaint and old fashioned, but the idea of expending resources to save the life of a six-year-old, seems like a good thing to do.

What’s fascinating about that model is that inherently, the logic is clear, cruel and concise. It’s also balanced, but balanced in a way that a machine might self-monitor it’s own levels. It’s, well, very Libran, but as I mentioned in my last post on Libra, it’s mechanical, just like the scales themselves. On the surface there’s an argument based on a fictional lack of resources that sounds, well sound. But this is the tumorous growth of the evolutionary Darwinian, psychopathology, only the strong, most worthy and fittest survive. (By the way, if you want to hear a terrific riff on “The Cult Of Darwin” listen to me and national treasure, John Anthony West on the Friday FARcast at the bottom of this post).

Out of this weird fusion of Darwinian social evolutionary determinism, and the fluid state of subjective morality, what we have is a world where principles have displaced sacred law and golden rules. Principles are not absolute. They can be applied and adhered to, but there is no price to pay for them being violated or ignored entirely. I guess that’s why tolerance is so popular. In a principle based world, where there’s the slide rule of moral equations put into play, where a priestly cast of allopathic druids play creator, the miraculous, the loving, the young and old face of God can deemed defective and a drag on the efficiency of the machine.

These were the architects of Obamacare, if not line for line, or code for code, certainly in spirit or the lack thereof. While we automatically assume that “constitution” refers to the document that founded and grounded US Inc., it also refers to health, or “the physical health and condition of a person or animal” (Miriam-Webster). Ironic isn’t? The Declaration of Independence states that, “All men are created equal” but the lords of Obamacare have re-framed this as “All men are created equal, but their value is not necessarily equivalent. This is where we are, the slippery slope of life being determined by actuarials and committees. While the common and popular narrative is now a bunch of rich, old, white, fat cats, with their feet on their desks and cigars in their mouths are shutting the country down, the fact of the matter is that nothing happens in a vacuum and there is the push/pull, the yin/yang, the light and shadow of the puppet play. There are no partisan politics anymore, only the cunning of thieves trying to maintain the status quo while they figure out how to manage us out. It doesn’t matter how it happens. Play the race card, enflame the masses. Split the atom, divide and conquer.

The rancor is palpable and the manipulation clear. We see the Republicans as the party of not just the right, but the white. It’s all the fault of the Teapartiers! The real Tea Party, the true nexus of it was astroturfed and subsumed rather quickly. Scott Brown, the most liberal Republican ever, had no problem riding the waves of the Tea Party associations all the way to D.C. in his pick-up, but once he got there, he voted with Obama and the left on a consistent basis. Marco Rubio was another Tea Party scammer. So was Alan West. The unstrained portion of the Tea Party are dyed-in-the-wool, “Constitutionalists.” The only thing the Tea Party that exists in Washington is the stain of the carpetbaggers who used genuine sentiment to get elected and then turned their back, like they always do, once they are taken to a room and shown the Kennedy assassination video with silence and smiles afterwards. These imposters, these body snatchers, these pod people are now the national symbol of petulance, regressive politics and even racism.

On the other hand, the polarization is complete in the picture of the Rainbow Coalition standing firmly behind their commander-in-chief as he calls out the demons of division. It’s a weird and distended version of Libra, again, trying to work out the eternally conflicted and often exploited race issue in America. It’s a strange imbalance that is equally weighted on both sides of the scale.

Unfortunately, I don’t think this is going to end well. You see, in less than sixty days, it’s reported that the US will have a major, nationwide blackout drill and while it’s still a ways off, if for some reason the country is still in shut down mode when the lights are switched off, it could get very, very edgy, especially if there are less services available. The last time this happened, it lasted 21 days. That would put it out at the end of October. Saturn will be at 13 degrees Scorpio at the end of the month. The Sabian Symbol for that degree is, “Telephone Lineman At Work Installing New Connections.” What new connections will emerge after the once greatest country in the world is back up and running after the lights come back on and the government is back in business?

My greatest concern has to do with our National Parks as it relates to Agenda 21. This would be a perfect scenario for TPTB to seize control of them by never opening. Now I am not saying that this will occur, but we have to take this into consideration, because quite frankly, we’re un unchartered territory. From a socio-economic perspective, this is nothing like 1995. The stakes are much, much higher.

So here we are, going deeper and deeper into Libra, the budget’s not balanced. People are being pushed further and further into their ideological gulags, convinced that they are right and the other side is horribly wrong, usually on unsound moral and philosophical grounds. The generation that this will impact the most of course, will likely be “The Boomers” because based on Zeke Emanuel’s, medical quota system, 60+ doesn’t get the same care as 40-. So if this leviathan of a bill and paradigm goes through, they’ll have to deal. If it doesn’t, then other government related services could be at risk for them as well. In either case, it’s definitely not a win/win on either front. And I haven’t even gotten into Comet Ison yet. I’ll do that in my next installment in a few, short days. In the meantime, if you are Boomer and you’d like to hear more about your generation, you can see my interview with the talented Regina Meredith, over at, where you can sign up for a free ten-day-trial and watch this, my other video on the Millenials (Pluto in Scorpio) and a whole host of other superb and enlightening content at


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We’re movin’on up!

Lately, my FB feed has been resembling a futuristic version of “Better Homes and Gardens.” People have been posting illustrations of massive, vertical-living structures, defiantly penetrating the urban skyline. These heavenly abodes have exploded the rules of architecture as narrow pools circulate around the circumference buildings giving them the look of an upgraded water park. But that’s not all. They also have hanging gardens, like suspended balustrades, teeming with green life. The buildings themselves appear to have a life of their own, blooming on the outside with a hive-like life on the inside, buzzing with human endeavor, living in symbiotic harmony. Sounds great, doesn’t it?

Well, before you pant too much and abandon your 3/2 in the burbs that’s sinking under the weight of a bloated mortgage, you’d better think it through. These structures are so outrageous and tantalizing, triggering the genetic memory of Babylon’s hanging gardens and talking towers, that we leap towards them in a holistic frenzy. Green is good. Right? I call these semi-organic living structures, “Green Porn.” Let me tell you why.

In the porn industry, one of the most unflattering gigs is “The Fluffer.” The fluffier is endowed with shall we say, the powers of oral persuasion. Their sole job is to get the men ready to perform on camera, for the more glamorous (if you can call it that) porn starlet. In lay terms, the fluffer is there to get them hard. Well, these juicy images are designed and floating out there to do the same for you. These organic, orgasmic super-structures of future-family-living are the crowning achievement of Agenda 21 and the stack’em and pack’em world that awaits you. Yes, they are the fluffer of your eco-erotic imagination.

Agenda 21 calls for migration of the human living experience into green centers, urban zones where everything okay and ICLEI. Conforming to the new commandments of the green bible, driven by defeating the new adversary; carbon emissions, this movement will explode the concept of the city itself. Let’s take St. Louis for example. It’s population is 319,000 + change. Imagine it with 1 million people. Thinks its insane? Think again. By moving the population into massive, vertical structures, cities will be able to double and even triple their population. Inside the walls of the green metropolis, every need will be accounted for. Every person will have some purpose, even if it is not of their own volition. A governmental technocratic rule of law will dominate the organizing principle. Life will be a smart metered exercise in efficiency. Nature will exist only in the terraced gardens of the concrete bio shafts of urban life.

Beyond the city walls will lie the true nature, accessible only by those that can afford the steep charges to camp, fish and hunt in the dense wilderness, repopulated and stocked with species like the grey wolf, the bison and who knows what else they’ll come up with. Wooly mastodon anyone? It all starts here with an artists rendering to capture your eye and get you salivating over the edenic possibilities. A return to a synthetic nature where Starbucks and an espresso await you just forty floors down from your rooftop garden of genetically modified fruits and veggies. But in order to create this surreal estate, the other, more antiquated idea that people could actually own land and grow things, like real food and a family must be eradicated. In the lush and verdant gardens of Agenda 21′s future, those thoughts are pernicious weeds that need to be uprooted.

Have you been noticing what’s been happening since Katrina blasted onto the consciousness of the American landscape? Over the past three years, it would not be too far of stretch to view an ongoing series of disasters as a form tribulation, perhaps even a planned tribulation.

Let’s do a quick re-cap. Last year, there was enormous flooding in the south and midwest, yes, displacing homeowners in that region. In addition to the floods, we also witnessed the advent of the super-tornado which destroyed Joplin, Missouri (more on Joplin later). This year, its been the heatwave from Hell and fires, from New Mexico, to Colorado.

In Colorado Springs, expensive homes were leveled, with absolutely nothing remaining, not even the chimneys, which usually survive the heat of the average fire. In fact, while these homes were completely incinerated, while the surrounding area remained mostly intact. This has sent the alternative research community scrambling, wondering if the Colorado Springs disaster was a planned demolition of sorts, hoping to capture some much needed insurance cash for executive homes that might be underwater and never recover their full value. But the bottom line is, is that if one looks at these so-called disasters as a whole, versus the unfortunate manifestations of chaos and random bad luck, then something else begins to emerge, something far more sinister that the average mind would recoil from even considering; The passive evacuation of private land through the implementation of disaster. Not only that, but the idea that nature is dangerous, that living on the land is courting chaos and that the only safe place is where technology and public services will be there to support and save your sorry, natural ass.

Astrologically, this manifests in the outer planets of course, with a hint of Chiron thrown in for good measure. The Uranus/Pluto square continues to be a dynamic slam dance of alternating current, sparking, colliding and igniting the wild variants in both aspects. Uranus in Aries is fire, spontaneous fire, like million dollar homes reduced to cinder in the flash of a moment. Its heat lightning descending from an arid sky upon a thirsty plain. Its an air tanker, tasked with dousing the flames, spiraling down from heaven, crashing and killing its crew members.

Pluto in Cap is the mountainous regions of the rockies, pyramids of earth rising miles into the sky, burning with the electric heat of Uranus in Aries. In New York, its a ConEd strike where management (Pluto in Cap) has locked out union members (Uranus in Aries) in a bitter labor dispute during the hottest heat wave in recent memory, setting off a precarious balance where demand for power might override the ability to serve it up.

In places like West Virginia, power has been out for days and people have been unable to live with not just air conditioning, but essential services that power things like dialysis machines. You know, if you lived in one of these new cities, with the green sheathed towers erected towards the sun, you wouldn’t have to sweat it out like an animal. In fact as part of the Agenda 21 arrangement through local governments, via bodies such as ICLEI (International Council for Local Environmental Initiatives) there are bills in congress that will limit federal funding for services like water and power and emergency services in new developments outside the authorized urban zones. In essence, if you want to build a sub-division, fifty miles outside of town, you’re SOL.

But if you want to do the same inside of town, well, step right up and get into the mixed-use business. Now you might say that we’ve had enough suburban sprawl and this would eliminate that kind of blight, but what if you simply wanted to build your own house on your own land? Based on the new allocation of funds, you’d better be prepared to fight your own fires and stitch your own wounds. The SMART money is in SMART communities, wired by SMART meters as part of a SMART grid, brought to you by the likes of Siemens.

Gemini is all about the local scene. Jupiter in Gemini gives rise to the expansion of the urban ideal. Gemini is opposed Sagittarius which has a powerful connection with the natural world, so what we are seeing with Jupiter in Gem is the expansion of the urban life through the proliferation of ideas and imagination, especially what I would call, “Green Porn.” Its tantalizing and seductive. There is a sense with these images that we could indeed create a paradise on Earth. In fact, they mirror the designs and intent of Jacques Fresco’s “Venus Project” which is for al intents and purposes the externalization of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, fueled by technology and workers in a cashless society, based on the exchange of resources. Sounds great on the surface, but what if you don’t like what you do or God forbid, want to leave the system? Well, without money or the means to strike out on your own, you might be deemed a recyclable resource yourself, classified to lighten the earth’s load. Get my drift?

But as we have seen time and again, even the best laid plans don’t come to fruition. Even though people are likely a lot more cyborgian than they’d like to admit at this point, deep beneath the wired and networked exterior of man beats an ancient heart, a living library that connects to all epochs, all eras, space and matter. It sends signals to our brain when we are moved the power of nature. This manifests even in the most slumbering of minds.

Mars recently shifted into Libra and after its nine-month-stay in Virgo (hello gestation), we’re on a fast and furious tilt to bring balance as quickly as we can back into our lives. On the 17th, while it is in an exact trine with Jupiter, facilitating a dynamic quickening of though and perception, it will oppose Uranus and square Pluto. The dynamic T-Square is volatile in the cardinal energy. There’s so many ways this could manifest on the global stage. Syria could escalate into a full on war. The LIBOR scandal could stir people to take to the streets of London and demand justice in a city wired for WW3 for the Olympics. Fukushima looms like an otherworldly phantasm, pulsing, glowing and growing at the edge of our consciousness.

Tomorrow on The Mashup, I will have Chip Gubera and George Noory (yes that George Noory) on the show. I’ll be discussing Chip’s heartfelt documentary, “Joplin, Missouri–A Tornado Story” about the devastation of Joplin by a super tornado that hit it on May 22nd of las year. George, who has strong ties to Missouri narrated the film, which Chip captured in the moments and days just after Joplin was hit. You’ll get some insight as to how hard this has been for people in that region. For more info on Chip’s film, you can visit the Facebook page dedicated to it.

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No more time to dilly dali.

In the outer reaches of the solar system, Pluto and Uranus slide into place at exactly a 90 degree angle. The Uranus/Pluto square has arrived. Here in California, summer came and went in two short days. The shift into fall was heralded by the arrival of massive lenticular clouds, shrouding the conveyance of motherships in the sky. The winds roared, the temperatures dropped and yet the light remained late into the day. The meteorological cognitive dissonance was surreal. Meanwhile, wild fires in Colorado and New Mexico still rage and the heat there is off the charts. They’re having summer in hell. Its like we’re living in multiple worlds, various planes of existence. Its always been this way, but there has been a general broadband of a collective narrative that was more or less coherent. That’s changing now. Things are breaking apart, a fragmenting of what we call reality is taking place. Now some of this is obviously manipulated at some level. The fires in the rockies have been started on purpose (as most fires are).

The Uranus/Pluto square is going to manifest on many levels, including a very real possibility for WW3 in Syria, but what I am experiencing early on is this sense that reality as it relates to time, the one, theoretically shared experience we all have that transcends religious belief, is ending. Now time does exist differently in different places. The most obvious example being that I have my radio show in California at 10AM during the week, but someone in Holland will be listening nine hours later. We’re living in different time zones, but after a few adjustments, we’re living in agreement. Well that’s changing.

Uranus or Ouranus was the father of the sky or the universe and his mate was Gaia, the Earth itself. Together, they created the progeny of titans. Here, in the act of birth, time begins in the physical creation of this dimensional manifestation. Without birth or manifestation into physical being, time does not exist. Even the birth, life and death of stars as ancient and seemingly fixed as they are do not occur without our recognition. Out of time, all things are eternal (which is where we are headed).

Uranus or Ouranus (sky) in concert with Gaia (earth) creates the template of the physical domain aka time. Ouranos is also called “Aion Ouranus.” Aion or Aeon is the alpha and omega. It is the beginning and end of time. Out of the belly of Gaia emerges the titans, the mythological offspring of their elemental copulation. One of their children is “Cronos” which manifests as the birth of time. Cronos is envious of eternity (Ouranos) and wants to assert his will over Gaia, To do this, he will have to castrate his father with a scythe and thus lay waste to eternity, so that he can super-impose his consciousness over Gaia and usher in his domain, which is the rule of time.

In this square, we see two manifestations of this passion play once again dueling away. Ouranos of course is Uranus and in the sign of Aries, it is all about now, now and more now. The urgency of the moment is gripping. Every event on the world stage seems to influence the holographic display with more and more intensity. Chaos theory is rushing like a torrent through our collective awareness. Everything is wired together, whether its the global economy or the birth of Snooki’s baby. Six degrees of separation has melted down to three in the past two years. Social networking has become an accelerant to the social heat index. So it’s no wonder that Jerry Sandusky and Anders Breivik have been on trial simultaneously. Both men committed gross crimes against children (rape and murder). Here we see the greek themes played out again in the slaughter and violation of innocence. I’m not even taking into account the forces behind these two men, which is another post altogether. I’m simply making a mythological correspondence.

We also have Pluto in Capricorn in the mix as well. Capricorn is Cronos. Capricorn is time and gravity. We all bitch about Saturn and why? Because Saturn locks us into the pressure of gravity. We know our theoretical limitations through Saturnine institutions like the state or the corporation. They define our earthly existence through codes like SSN’s, drivers license numbers, etc. We are told what we can or cannot do by the manifestation of their institutions like planning or zoning departments. Just try to put something in your front yard, like a vegetable garden, which it is not zoned for and you’ll see what happens. Their agents of time will come a knockin’.

When Pluto in Cap first broke, I talked about the transformation of time quite a bit and in the last four years I’ve witnessed it over and over again. In sports, there is a cycle where teams bring up players, especially in baseball and they allow them to play for a while and get their game together. Baseball uses agricultural language from the early 20th century to describe this process. The minor leagues in baseball are called “farm leagues” and players that are not quite ripe get to mature on the farm team before they are harvested by the big leagues. There’s generally been more of a sense of patience with this this process, which is more closely aligned with organic or natural time, but recently I’ve seen players judged not just game by game, but at bat by at bat. Soon it will be reduced to pitch by pitch. That’s where its all headed–into the moment.

The square represents a conflict in time itself. Uranus in Aries is NOW and Pluto in Cap wants to dominate through time, because time itself is running out, ending.

My good friend Ellis Taylor has talked about this frequently in his brilliant thesis regarding time and 2012, especially as it relates to the upcoming Olympics. Ellis sees not just the Olympics, but events leading up to the Olympics as part of a mega-spell, woven together, to entrap us in time, but not just from our current perspective. He sees the manipulation of time as sort of medieval techno-fascist-serfdom matrix of reality with no access to spiritual planes of existence. Thus, in essence, the Olympics are a sort of time-lock, leading of course up to 12/21/12.

The square challenges all of that. How can we plan for our futures when theoretically they may not exist, this evidenced by the fact that social security may not be around for post boomers. This throws us directly into the present and a live for today mentality, which has both positive and negative manifestations. But when we get into the scenario of different or fractal times, we also encounter different or fractal realities, where varying models of consciousness can be existing in parallel spaces. Its ALWAYS been this way, but now, we are becoming more and more aware of it. How do we reconcile these states when sometimes they even cross family lines?

Just after Barack Obama had been elected and Pluto had moved into Capricorn, my life profoundly changed. I was separated from and then divorced my wife (Aries). Our worlds were moving in vastly different directions. I had just really started this site and was picking up serious momentum as Saturn was about to enter my 10th House. She was having Saturn transit in her 12th (Leo). During that period she stared down her alcoholism and unattended grief for the loss of her mother, which occurred just prior to her Saturn return. When Saturn moves through the 12th, there is an inner journey that is so intense and personal that really nothing much else matters on the surface of things. Saturn in the 12th is a quest towards timelessness, triggering an eternal yearning to know and understand God. She found this through AA and the “higher power” and for better or worse, she delineated her life into AA and pre-AA segments. I was in the pre-part and ultimately consigned to the fires of transformation. On a soul level, I understand this. The personality however has had as we shall say, a more complex experience regarding it.

From an egoic perspective, I suppose I would have had less of a challenge if I had been recognized by her on some fundamental level, like; “I honor and get what you do, but it’s not compatible with my life and its taken me a while to get clear on this and many other aspects of my life in general.” I didn’t get that and it had been a real point of contention for me. This post and what I am leading up to is an attempt to heal and move on from that perspective.

After I left, Saturn had moved into her first house. We all know that Saturn forces change in whatever sector its in. In her first house of Virgo, it is health, identity and esteem. She had put on a significant amount of weight while she was pregnant and gained more in the aftermath of having our son. With natal Saturn directly on her natal Moon in Gemini, she’s given to bouts of depression. Depression can be overcome by the stimulation and production of endorphins, which are created through exercise. She decided to work with a trainer with the intention of entering a triathlon. She did and along the way, she lost 175 pounds and found a major tool in combating her depression, which has made her a better person and a better mom.

Now, she’s focused on participating in Ironman Kona. Its an elite event on the triathlon circuit, the big kahuna of triathlons and they only let a few outsiders in every year. People have to apply and share their story, then get voted on by the public based on the poignancy of their tale. Well she’s made a video of hers and its moved her into the final round of voting. She’s asked me to do a piece on her so that she can get her message out and live her dream. Let’s just say I’ve been a bit conflicted about this. My eternal self wants to do the “right thing” while personality wants to do something just a tad bit different. But here we are, karmically linked, maybe in ways I cannot even begin to perceive and perhaps my bending like a bamboo in the wind is the key to unlocking this energetic stalemate. So please, have a look at her video, take in her story (its actually pretty compelling) and vote for her to live her dream. Here’s the link; Heather’s video.

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You are the electric microcosm.

New ideas are beginning to emerge about the true make-up of the universe. If you haven’t dipped into the “Electric Universe,” it might be time to get hip. In lay terms, the theory behind the electric universe is that planets, stars, comets, etc, are all floating in an electric soup of plasma. Everything is governed by charge with both positive and negative currents. One of the most shocking examples of the electric universe is the theory behind comets. As scientists have tracked comets, they’ve discovered that they don’t behave at all like we thought they did. Comets aren’t these interstellar renegades shooting through the universe, collecting dust, ice and other space crap. Just like the Sun is electric, so too apparently are the comets themselves as they are drawn to our Sun, via some sort of magnetic attraction and many of them wind up being discharged or dissipated by the Sun itself and apparently proximity has little to do with it. Near or far, the most direct or subtle discharge of an EMP from the Sun can untangle the very physical nature of the comets themselves.

Tesla was hip to the electric universe obviously. He knew from his studies of the aurora borealis and lightning that the Earth is being constantly bombarded by electricity. The amount of lightning strikes that hit the planet on a daily basis is ridiculous. Tesla worked it all out in the Rockies, where there are more strikes and static charge than just about anywhere else on the planet. Out of his revelations and epiphanies regarding the electric universe, he developed his legendary, free energy system that was stolen and buried by JP Morgan. Morgan’s Aries Sun, squared Tesla’s Cancerian Sun, which theoretically could produce enough friction and charge on its own to create a dynamic energy, but that was not to be the case over the long term.

With Uranus now in Aries, the electricity and energy that Tesla uncoiled, the very same energy that is the sheet lightning of creation in the cosmos, is gaining ground in our consciousness. We sing the body electric. We are the dipoles of creation, free energy systems unto our cells and selves, integrating the dynamics of charge, discharge, attraction and repellence. God is gas crackling with unconditional voltage.

In the Matrix, humans were used as batteries to power the nightmarish virtual world that they were jailed in. Where are you using your energy? Does it liberate you with less impedance in your life or is it creating a static field of inertia, where you re-create the same scenario over and over and over again?

Don’t think that the TPTW aren’t aware of this. Why do you think chemtrails, laced with aluminum coat our skies? Not only do they diffuse the clean energy of our Sun, based on the CME cycles, the energy is both increasing and intensifying. Chemtrails fill our bodies with conductive metals which become far more conducive to negative charge via cell towers, phones, TVs, etc. In essence a false and lesser version of the electric universe is being created by man.

Unless you have that special gene that allows you to shit, piss and sweat aluminum out faster than the rest of us, you’ll need a little help getting it out of your body.

Cilantro is one of the best sources for naturally chelating metals. Here’s a great recipe for Cilantro Pesto, from the tuned in and turned on, Gates 7.

Cilantro Chelation Pesto

4 cloves garlic
1/3 cup Brazil nuts (selenium)
1/3 cup sunflower seeds (cysteine)
1/3 cup pumpkin seeds (zinc, magnesium)
2 cups packed fresh cilantro (coriander, Chinese parsley) (vitamin A)
2/3 cup flaxseed oil
4 tablespoons lemon juice (vitamin C)
2 tsp dulse powder
Sea salt to taste

Process the cilantro and flaxseed oil in a blender until the coriander is chopped. Add the garlic, nuts and seeds, dulse and lemon juice and mix until the mixture is finely blended into a paste. Add a pinch to sea salt to taste and blend again. Store in dark glass jars if possible. It freezes well, so purchase cilantro in season and fill enough jars to last through the year.

Cilantro has been proven to chelate toxic metals from our bodies in a relatively short period of time. Combined with the benefits of the other ingredients, this recipe is a powerful tissue cleanser.

Two teaspoons of this pesto daily for three weeks is purportedly enough to increase the urinary excretion of mercury, lead, and aluminum, thus effectively removing these toxic metals from our bodies. We can consider doing this cleanse for three weeks at least once a year. The pesto is delicious on toast, baked potatoes, and pasta.

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Let the bidding begin.

In the quantum now of my universe I seem to have to be posting in a different fashion, since my time has become fairly constrained for now, so instead of epic posts that are real time/energy reaches for me now, I’ll be posting more frequently but with less words, sad to say, since I love the written word and accessing it is a truly healing balm for Chiron in Aquarius in my 3rd House. It heals the eternal wound, key after key, entering and returning, activating the key shift and delete moments in my life.

Speaking of Chiron and other assorted asteroids, a story broke yesterday that “Planet Resources” a mega company funded by the founders of google and James Cameron (yes that James Cameron) are planning on mining asteroids, under the research and findings that certain asteroids could yield more platinum on one, flying speck of rock, than all the platinum mined on the history of Earth. Now this my be some astronomical hype for a titanic IPO, or it could be the next big thing in resource extraction. I think its not only interesting, but deeply ironic that Cameron made a shit load of money from a film about the egregious mining and ore extraction of an Earth company on a distant planet. Its only a movie–right?

A quick peak at yesterdays sky map shows Ceres the asteroid associated with nurturing and replenishing the essence of life at 5 degrees Taurus, conjunct the Taurus Sun, at 3 degrees. Taurus of course is emblematic of the Earth, gems, minerals, etc. Ceres in Taurus speaks of an overflow, an abundance of all things Taurus and earthy, and minerally, etc., etc. It lead the Sun when the story broke yesterday around PR’s intentions. The Taurus Sun was chasing Ceres.
Vesta was at 26 degrees, in pioneering Aries. Vesta represents focus and commitment. Here in Aries, it’s all about breaking through and accessing innovation (often without a great deal of deliberation). An interesting side note is that NASA launched “Dawn” in 2007, a probe to actually interact with both Ceres and Vesta. Dawn reached Vesta in August of last year and will contact Ceres in February of 2015.

What this story really speaks to though is the technological divide that is getting wider and wider between the haves and the have nots (and this is just the permissible version of it). People like Page, Bryn, Cameron, Gates, Eric Schmidt, Peter Thiel and others are using their enormous resources to access the best minds and technologies to further separate themselves from the rest of humanity. The techno gap is getting wider, deeper and longer. But will it make their lives better? Will they all use nano-tech to prolong their lifespans to 3-400 years so that they can achieve god-like status? For those of us less monetarily endowed, I think we can all say that they can kiss our asteroids.

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The compass needle seems to be drifting south. The true north is descending past the cities and the urbanization of my modern mind. I’m gravitating back towards the untamed possibilities of jazz, listening to Lester and Roscoe whistle, honk, blast and wail all the way back to Amenhotep, with a stop at Beale Street along the way. Jazz, true jazz is the unfettered voice of liberation, pushing outwards at the boundaries of form.

As we dissolve into the early moments of the 30th of March, the planets tug and strain in a complex passion play of eternal sky. The Sun, Moon and Pluto are triangulated and tense. So many needs and wants, so many demanding points of agreement and negotiated supplication.

In the Moon, we want complete and utter empathy, to be in the embrace of another that needs no explaining, no preamble or backstory, just the eternal, pure acceptance that is the unconditional surrender of loving and being loved.

Cancer brings familial overtones and currents of legacy, generations that multiply far into the future, seeding stars from the blue green ovum of our shared dream.

On the other side, in harsh opposition to this embryonic urge to re-populate the stars, is the dominant theme of our post-911 world. Pluto. Capricorn. Its tempering us, making us street-wise and galactically hip. We’re getting good at sniffing out cons and clones. The same type of steel-willed and hoary esotericism that’s been leaking down through the ages, ever since the first blood sacrifices were spilled in Babylon is changing us. Hardening. Tempering. We are not unaware of the great crimes of our time and as more eyes open, more hearts expand, more minds stretch, we’ll be able to handle incremental doses of the horror and fouled stench of our so-called history. Only, if only, we can resist the temptation to lash out and find the most immediate wicker man to burn at a moments notice.

Beware the passionate and dammed up indignation, to address the litany of wrongs done onto you. The men in the stove-top hats are counting on you getting your cords plucked and tweaked at every new social crisis, till you’re playing far out of tune. From Syria to Sanford they’re spinning our attention like a yo-yo in a cats cradle.

The much talked about resistance isn’t the kind you’ll find clogging streets or hammering the air with fists, its far more subtle and penetrating. Its a call to resist the most obscene manipulation of your emotions and ultimately your mind. Pluto and Capricorn are making us far stronger in this regard. We’re in the masters program now. All of us.

Then there’s the Sun and Uranus, the apex of the pyramid, the third eye, blood shot and bleary, horus, whore-us, trick us, turn us out and turn our desires upside-down. These two giants have no patience. None. There’s a rising sense of bloodlust in the air. Its blood red Air Jordans and Mars Blackmons, the black and the red, a checkered past. Buffalo nation and buffalo soldiers–America’s heavy cross to bear, where the trail of tears is littered with tragedy all the way to the Watts Towers.

The irony is, is that we’re getting closer and closer in the ranks of oppression. Just take a stroll through any TSA screening line and you’ll see the one-sized-totaltiarianism fitting all. While we’re busy passing judgment and flexing the jaw muscles of the vox populi via social media, at the urging of paid shills and professional shit disturbers, the walls are getting closer and closer and closer.

The Sun and Uranus are flaming red, an impetuous duo that wants action, justice, the settling of karmic debts and it wants it now, now, now.

If there was an indicator of the immediacy and urgency of whats in the air, it would be Fukushima. Reports are coming out of there that the radiation levels are just off the charts. Reactors 1, 2 and 3 are cranking out 73 sieverts per hour. Want to know how bad that is? Without any water to cool the damaged reactors, 73 sieverts would cripple the robots built to go in and do things that humans cannot. 73 sieverts is deadly to fucking robots. That’s the manifestation of Uranus (uranium) and Pluto (plutonium) afflicting the Moon (cancer).

On the winds of the gulf stream, “revolution” takes place first in an assault on our thyroids, making us edgier and edgier. That’s why its important, really important to allow the eternal witness to gain more access to observing, simply observing the affairs of man. The good news is, is that the scales are falling away, and something else is circulating through the body electric. There’s a new current you can tap into. It’s called IC or “internal current” as opposed to “direct” or “alternate.” The internal current will light your ass up like a christmas tree and the best way to access it, is to unplug from the mainstream sockets that keep you locked into a dirty flow of static charge.

Jupiter is moving outwards now from the blessed love triangle its been a part of the past few weeks. I hope you’ve been banking the grounded nature and all around solid vibes of that trine, really packing them in and storing them in the hermetically sealed chambers of your cellular memory, because we’re gonna need that grounded application of earthy wisdom in the days ahead.

Mars is doing double time. While its building networks of constancy, its checking Neptune/Pisces in its earliest stages, making sure that we get the feel good buzz of pure unity load with a serious filter. That’s why Kony 2012 failed. It was utterly false. Mars shook it down hard. Mars Virgo Retrograde don’t tolerate no religious spirit scammers and attention temple thieves. Jason Russell’s programming went haywire under the scrutiny of hard Mars.

The Art Ensemble are summoning chaos from Paris in the 70s. Some might call it cacophonous self-indulgence. I see them as exorcising demons in the cyclotron of improvisation, performing a public service for the collective soul. Its voodoo jazz at its finest. Famadou Don Moye summons Shango in the circle of a snare while Lester Bowie is Gabriel, blowing his horn from the sidewalks of Bourbon St. And then there’s these moments of stasis, calm, clarity and cohesion, a brief respite from splitting the atomic center of the soul.

The true magnetic north has moved further south than Atlanta, past even the equator. Its migrated beyond Tierra Del Fuego and has entered into the inner earth of Antarctica where the mystery of our Hyperborean ascent into space awaits us. Have a happy Friday.

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“Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

the best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”

That’s Yeats up there, time traveling on the wings of the Golden Dawn. Yeats of course was a member of A.E. Waite’s spiritualist click. His wife a channel. He wrote “A Vision” which is essentially a notebook of his wife’s medium sessions. A work that confounded followers and critics alike. But I digress. The Second Coming is at hand, or so it seems. The laws of Newtonian physics are kicking in. One side pushes and the other pushes back, until the pushing escalates into all out conflict in the streets.

In anarchy and chaos, there is no time. History is erased in the frenzy of the moment. Crisis eliminates the linear perspective. Chaos eviscerates all that has gone before it. It is the splitting of the social and historical atom. We’re rapidly approaching the chaotic flashpoint in the event horizon. We’re being sucked in at neutrino speeds by McKenna’s strange attractor at the end of time. Just wait until Uranus goes direct in December on 12/10/11 on the Gemini full lunar eclipse. But in the frenzied rush to make it right, hit the re-set, start over, invocation ov chaos, etc., you might want to take a few, deep, breaths before you start spinning off into the next dust devil of change. All is not what it appears to be in the land of a thousand trances.

For the next 1500 words or so, I’m the guy that’s going to be peeing in the punch bowl just a little. It’s Mars in Virgo–can’t help it. I’ll be dissecting “Thrive” released on 11/11/11 when Neptune was in Aquarius at 28 degrees. “Thrive” is the new wake-up-call, a truth-buzz produced by James Foster Gamble, scion of the Procter and Gamble fortune. Let me just say that trying to find anything on Foster Gamble, other than “Thrive” related material is nearly impossible. That in and of itself raises my Spock-like brow just little. BTW, isn’t Spock the archetype for Virgo? One of the only things that I could track down on Gamble was a story in the S.F. Gate from 1995, where he supported the rabid one-worlder, Jim Garrison. Garrison was an ideologue that tapped into a donor base of rich kids from elite families. He called them, “donuts” his code for “do nothings.” Read the rest of this entry »

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