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The NightMare of DIA

Leaving Denver was very different yesterday. The Rocky Mountain dump that was just beginning when I left last Thursday night was melting and the Green Shuttle shot across the glistening toll road like a rivulet of grace, gliding towards DIA where of course the talk about the underground city and all things occult associated with DIA came up. We talked about the crazed blue horse that greets everyone upon their arrival, a true nightmare, eyes glowing in the high winter sun, crazed and apocalyptic.

The driver told us that when they hoisted the horse’s head upon the torso at his studio, it fell and struck the sculptor of the beast (Luis Jimenez) in the leg, severing his femoral artery, whereupon he bled to death. That was on June 13, 2006, when the Sun was at 21 Gemini and Pluto was at 25 Sag. So we have a Sun/Pluto opposition. Duality. Strangely enough, Sag is slightly dual as well, being half horse and half man and all. The Femoral Artery starts right at the lower part of the hips, upper thigh, where the sacral region descends downward into the lower torso, which is where our “lower” nature resides. So the head of the horse, symbolic of it’s thinking capacity severed it’s creator off from his instinctual, or animal self. Flipping the script with Gemini curiosity and deftness. The thighs/knees also rule Sag.

We then talked about the other creature on the east side of the airport, a large statue of Anubis, keeper of the dead, guardian of the underworld. I suppose if you were to have a deep, underground base, you might want to have Anubis presiding over it’s safety and security. Interestingly enough, you can’t get to the east side of DIA now, since they are building a massive hotel and and convention center at the mouth of it, just past the indigo night mare. So now the upper part of DIA is becoming more and more like a city itself, with each passing day.


Once I entered the belly of the beast that is DIA, I descended downward into the entrails of the TSA, where our identities are masticated, our personal belongings broken down and our bodies passed through the electromagnetic colon and we come out the other side, reassembling our various pieces of scattered matter back into form. Only this time it was much different for me.

I entered the line and there was a woman asking me to touch a small, blue screen. I did. And from there we were either shuttled into the left line or the right. I thought this was very odd. Why didn’t they just say go to the left or the right? Why did we have to swipe our digits across that touchscreen? Well, my best guess was that this was a way for people to get used to offering up their fingerprints for TSA as the next level of security measures are about to kick in, which always means more technology, more personnel to run them, more money for training, etc., etc.. It’s a cash calf at this point.

So the right side of the line was a little station where they were checking palms for explosive powder. Another fun little sideshow on your way to someplace else. For some reason, they weren’t that interested in reading my palms for their explosive potential. I got straight to the front, while those on the left were still snaking their way through TSA’s lower intestines. Not only did I get to the front, fast, I even went through the old school scanner without taking off my shoes, removing my computer or belt. It was like it was 1989 all over again. Once I slipped through, on the other side, people were getting the pat down and the feel up. Luggage was deconstructed and strewn upon grey, plastic tubs. it was like I was operating in a separate reality–not that I am complaining mind you.

When I got back one of the long time listeners to the show sent me a rather extraordinary email, which I am sharing with you in it’s entirety, right here. It was in response to last week’s show with Andrew Norton Webber. Andrew is a proponent of drinking nothing but distilled water, but also Orine, or what most of us call, “urine.” It was a slightly controversial show as some people couldn’t swallow the concept of drinking one’s own pee. But someone could and did. Here is what they wrote:

OK I was totally haunted by last week’s show. I mean it really got to me. So I read The Water of Life on Saturday and I was absolutely lit up by the info.

I’m a healthy person and haven’t had any significant health issues but every time I go to the doctor to address an issue, I’m given another prescription.  I was becoming slightly alarmed looking at the 4 pills I take every morning – allergy, heartburn and two different ones to manage menstrual/menopause symptoms. I didn’t want to be a lifelong pill popper for every symptom that came up – it just didn’t align. I’m in touch with my body enough to know I can ask for inner guidance for healing so your show was timely even though I spent most of my time listening with my mouth hanging open:)

Sat night after reading the book, I decided to start the next morning but to get an idea of the taste, I did a couple of drops under my tongue and rubbed some onto a tooth that I had been nursing with salt water rinses. The jolt I got was immediate. My mouth tingled and actually wanted more! The spot where my abscess was shrank within 10 minutes and the “buzz” I got kept me up for hours into the night. When I finally slept, I dreamt of drinking my water and pouring it over me from head to toe.

I got right up Sunday AM and drank my morning brew! I also saved some and have been using it on my skin. Robert, I’ve taken to this like I’ve been doing it for years! It’s the most natural thing I’ve ever experienced.

This morning, I did not take one pill. Normally, by 10a my heartburn is alerting me that I’m late and I’m going to be sorry if I don’t do something quick. Nothing – all good. My allergies – zero symptoms. I didn’t take a pill for my hot flashes last night and had a peaceful (read: dry) night. At work we had a lunch meeting today and since pasta with red sauce was on the menu, I went and drank another cup just for reinforcement and I sit here writing to you 2 hours later with no trace of heartburn.

I have talked to NO ONE about this. I don’t know anyone who can handle it. Of course now I recall old people saying things like “pee on it” when talking about bug bites and stings but I don’t recall anyone saying drink it:)

Four days of this and I’m all in and can say the changes have been immediate and well worth the initial discomfort of imbibing from your loins. I look forward to what develops as time goes on.

Once again, I write to thank you for what you do. This is a life changing decision. I mean I really feel like this changed the trajectory of my life.”

Needless to say, I was a little blown away, but it got me to think about Chiron in Pisces and Neptune in Pisces and perhaps the alchemical mystery behind all of this. If Chiron is the activator of shame and perhaps guilt, then perhaps this statement might shed a little light on this taboo subject. I was fascinated by the possibility that there could be some healing properties associated with redeeming one of the most irredeemable of our body functions. And with Virgo as the back end of Pisces, there might just be some real knowledge here, streaming forth into our consciousness.

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Expediting duality

Just five hours to game time and I have to get in a quick post. Spent almost all of last night bolting down the newsletter, where I go into the ritual of the Super Bowl in a more in-depth fashion. There are some very interesting aspects to note about the sky at kick-off in New Orleans, Polaris, the pole star will be at the center of the horizon, appearing in the sky, halfway up to the dark apex of night. Just to the left of Polaris, the tail of Draco hangs and appears to drop into the very Earth itself. The brightest star in the Draco constellation is “Thuban.” It was actually the pole star prior to Polaris moving into, uh, well, the pole position. It was considerably brighter then, The Great Pyramis at Khufu was oriented to “Thuban” according to archaeologists, even though the pyramid would have been built around 2200 BCE, about 500 years after the reign of Khufu. E.W. Bullinger, author of The Witness To The Stars (1893) had this to say about “Thuban.”;

“Thuban (Heb), the subtle. Some 4,620 years ago it was the Polar Star. It is still a very important star in nautical reckonings, guiding the commerce of the seas, and thus ‘the god of this world’ is represented as winding in his contortions round the pole of the world, as if to indicate his subtle influence in all worldly affairs.”

The english translation of “Thuban” is “snake” or “dragon.” Archibald Sayce, the famed Biritish Assyriologist had this to essentially said that Thuban was a star of great devotion and importance in the astrological/astronomical work of Sargon I, King of Agade, where he made Thuban the pole star aka “Tir-An-na” (which is likely where we derive the word “tyranny”) and the Life of Heaven; Dayan Same, the Judge of Heaven; and Dayan Sidi, the Favorable Judge,- all representing the god Caga Gilgati, whose name it also bore. Also cited for this star, Thuban, Draconis Dayan Esiru, the Prospering Judge, or the Crown of Heaven, and Dayan Shisha, the Judge Directing, as having the highest seat amongst the heavenly host. Here is what the great Ptolemy had to say about Thuban according to Vivian Robson;

“According to Ptolemy the bright stars are like Saturn and Mars. Draco gives an artistic and emotional but somber nature, a penetrating and analytical mind, much travel and many friends, but danger of robbery and accidental poisoning. It gives craft, ingenuity, and valor. The Ancients said that when a comet was th here, poison was scattered over the world. By the Kabalists it is associated with the Hebrew letter Mem and the 13 Tarot Trump, Death”.

Lastly, Thuban might actually bear some symbolic significance to the game itself and not just a darker, ritual import. The classical astrologer, George C. Noonan chimes in with some interesting correlations for Niner fans;

“When rising, Thuban indicates prospectors of gold and silver or those who are ministers of money (this might include accountants, clerical workers, cashiers etc. nowadays). If setting and If Mars is conjunct the Descendant or in harsh aspect with it, it is said to presage the native being burned in his own house or killed by public execution.”

Later in this piece, we’ll determine if Thuban is ascending or falling.

From a mundane perspective, at the start of the game, the ASC is in the sign of Leo (Sun/Gold). Most of the key players in this game are on the other fixed point of Scorpio, Taurus and Aquarius. Both Frank Gore and Ray Lewis (Taurus) will be front and center early in the game with Taurus on the MC. Lewis’ emotionality is not a put on. His chart is heavily doused with water, having Venus and Saturn in Cancer and Mars in Pisces. He’ll have a strong Saturn/Saturn trine today and the Scorpio Moon will trine his Mars. Ray Lewis will be pumped up for this game (states the obvious) and he has incredible, emotional support flowing in his direction. Mars is at 1 degree Pisces today and while this won’t affect Lewis as much (though he will get a hit), it does impact Ray Rice, whose Sun is at 2 degrees Pisces. So Ray will have a Sun/Mars conjunction. Plenty of Juice there. Look for him to have an extremely strong game. One last thing about the other Ray though. Lewis will have a Sun/Moon opposition as well and this, in fixed signs could be trouble for him, including muscle strain or pulls near the sacral region. With Scorpio, Colin Kaepernick, he sizes up as Lewis’ other, his shadow and it will be Lewis that will likely shadow Kaepernic on the filed today.

Immovable object meets irresistible force.

Both men will have their moments, but there will be one, where Kaepernick makes Ray look his age in a very apparent fashion.

Speaking of Kapernick, his Sun starts out at the nadir of the chart, which means potentially another slow start for the Niners. But as the game progresses, his Sun shifts the more mercurial 3rd House, where his running and passing really take off from the third quarter on.

He has Sun in Scorpio with Pluto conjunct his Sun by a one degree orb. Transiting Saturn is conjuncting both and then there’s that stinger moon. Throw in mutual reception of Pluto in Capricorn to his Sun and Kaeprnick is ready to make a star turn. Based on astrology, this is a moment of destiny. The only thing that could derail him is making risky decisions, want too much, succumbing to the desire of the Scorpio Moon.

Later in the game, as the ASC moves into Virgo, Ed Reed and Michael Crabtree’s numbers move to the fore, with emphasis on them in 4th quarter. Linebacker, Novarro Bowman’s, Gemini Sun is poised to reap the benefits of Gemini on the MC. Look for him to make a key play late in the game. Lastly as the game winds down, the all-important Part-O-Fortune or Pars Fortuna is in Sagittarius. Niner fans, you may not want to hear this, but it could come down to your kicker, Sag, David Akers to win this game.

The Ravens are riding a collective “wave of destiny” vibe and there’s not telling how the gods of the league want Ray Lewis to end his career, so there’s some heavily weighted intangibles on their side.

On a side note, digging around my research last night, I stumbled upon the official and unofficial patron saints of New Orleans. On the official side, we have St. Expedite, an enigmatic saint, of which very little is known. He was a Roman (Italian) soldier who denounced Rome and became a citizen of the Kingdom of God. He’s always portrayed with a cross instead of sword in his hand. On a symbolic level, this could be Kaepernick, but here, I believe it’s Flacco, the Ravens QB of Italian, descent. The other, un-official saint of New Orleans, is Baron Samedi, guardian of the underworld. In essence, he’s a devil figure and very, very popular around Mardi Gras, which is where we are now, in the middle of a two-week-Mardi Gras break. Samedi is usually portrayed with one half of his face white, with the other black, which symbolizes duality. Samedi=Kaepernick and his deep Scorpionic, underworld energies. In fact, one of the tattoos on his arm, from the bible, essentially says that, “my gift is my curse.” Draco, Samedi, Scorpio, Kaepernick. and based almost solely on Kaepernick’s big moment chart, I’m going with the Niners in a 27-24 victory, especially since Thuban/Draco, is ascending and in the sign of Virgo at game time. Thuban rules prospectors and in Super Bowl 47, The Niners strike gold.

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“Hey man, one of you is going to screw me over.”

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 »

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Approaching the heart of the galactic center.

New Moon, Sag, and we must choose between holy optimism and the cross of cognitive dissonance, because things have never been better and worse. In the next 3,000 words and two other astrologers later, you’ll get some understanding as to why. I’ve asked Theo White and Molly Hall to share some text surrounding 12/21/12 and beyond. Yesterday, on my show, Navigating the Astrological Matrix, all of us convened for two hours and discussed the tenor of our times at a high level. If you have any interest in astrology and the things to come, you don’t want to miss out on this deeply informative roundtable. What makes it compelling is that it took place on 12/12/12 and the four of us roughly comprised a Cardinal Cross, William (Aries), Molly (Cancer), Theo (Capricorn) and myself (Virgo/Libra).

The skies are filled with positive energy, rippling through the Sun, Moon and Mercury. One of the most powerful attributes in Sag is the transmission of utter faith and the unshakable knowledge to know that one’s position is the correct one. Of course, these leads to a particular type of zealotry, which rears it’s ugly head, mainly in religion. The US ASC, which is Sag, based on the Sibley chart, which I use, is a perfect container for the type of religious freedom that has always been afforded to people moving here. In fact, the early Dutch were fleeing a land where religious freedoms were not only curtailed, but brutally punished.

It was here, in the US where “The Second Great Awakening” took place, between 1790 and 1820. In fact, the reformation which was started in Europe by the likes of Luther, Calvin and more importantly Jacob Aminius, a disciple of Theodore Beza, who was taught by Calvin, led to the charismatic movement that man could be “saved” through an ecstatic conversion, even though Christ had supposedly died for mans sins. This methodology gave rise to the charismatic tradition in the United States, which is now woven into the belief-matrix of the country as the fundamental default, for non-Catholic, Christians.

The Second Great Awakening gave rise to the revival movement, which exists to this very day. It spawned the likes of Joseph Smith, who attended revivals as a young man on the East Coast. In essence, The Second Great Awakening might be considered, in retrospect, the New Age of Christianity in America.

In 1790, Pluto was in Aquarius and the message was decidedly one of religious and personal freedom, liberating belief from the shackles of a systematic faith. By (subtly) re-inventing the process through which Christians could be saved again and again and again, Arminius and Calvin staged a religious coup of sorts, under the radical and transformational aspect of Pluto in Aquarius. This shows up in the US 3RD House of ideas and communication. What Americans prize more than any other thing, is to feel what they want without censure, even if it’s some far flung faith or ideology. This is amplified by the mutual reception of Mars in Gemini, giving the collective feeling one of almost radical consent. I mean where else would someone like Bill Ayers, who advocated the killing of people he deemed traitorous to the US, become a pillar of the new establishment?

This morning, I was on the phone with my friend Lawrence, a chemtrail watchdog in upstate New York. We were talking about how some people have a nearly violent aversion to waking up and we sourced how that for the most part, it’s people that are convinced that the country is on the right track, with the right leadership and the right programs in place to get us to a better day. That means the bulk of progressive America. But as we see, that bulk was really, only around 55%, if you can trust the data. That means that the country is split right in two, which is the goal by the way. Achieving some sort of harmony or unity, whether it’s on the right or the left is not really the endgame, well at least not right now. A divided house is a conquerable house and this is exactly what the father of social activism, Aquarian, Saul Alinsky knew, in fact, it was the pillar of his political strategy. Alinsky thought that if you could polarize people, then they could be moved. That programs and agendas could be inserted into the polarized and negative space. Little did Alinsky know, that this would be the very same strategy that scientists would use to insert radical genes into plants and thus create the genetically modified genome. By introducing a virus, the plant must split it’s attention to combat the virus and sustain it’s overall functions. In that split, the plant is polarized and thus distracted. That’s when the radical gene is inserted and the plant itself, doesn’t even really know. Its adopts it and adapts it under the white-gloved, sleight-of-hand. Now that’s not to say that it won;t have an impact 15 generations down the line, but in the immediate, the polarization allowed for a new program to be inserted.

As a nation, we have been socially engineered to operate in a bi-cameral chamber of belief. Perhaps, with Jupiter moving froward next year in Gemini, we might be able to recognize this to a greater extent, but I have my doubts.

So with the Sag ASC, the US became fertile ground for the charismatic tradition which has spawned a gazillion offshoots, some as wide ranging as Freemasonry and Scientology, to Islam and the arcane fusion of national identity and religious belief, Zionism.

By 1807, Neptune had moved into Sag and the revival movement was in full sway. In 1813, Uranus would kick into Sag as well, adding a radical fervor to the strange hybrids of faith to rise out of the collective soil of the new world. So as we the fires of Sag burn bright in the mid-winters night, know in your heart that faith is a real, spiritual commodity and how it’s shared is a personal choice. Can faith exist in an environment, where we must, periodically re-examine our beliefs? Or does our faith have to die and become re-born like the Phoenix when we discard outworn beliefs? I think we’re going to find out in the days to come.

In a post by sometime next week, I’ll get into 12/21/12 and beyond. But for now, let’s see how three, other astrologers view the upcoming portentous date and the year to follow.


“Let’s reconcile with our Creator and our Mother Earth, each one in our own way. For us the Maya will be with our Sacred Fire.” A message about 2012 ( from Maya Elder Wakatel Utiw, translated as “Wandering Wolf” and known also as Cirilo Perez Oxlaj

Wandering Wolf warns about great suffering ahead if the human species continues in the same way, saying “All this is due to the contamination.” He urges an end to the poisoning of the air, soil and water – the very foundation of life. He says, “This is the only way the human race, the animals and the ancient trees could survive and see the new Sun*.

Astrologer-mythologist John Lash uses this word – contamination – to describe what he calls the western narrative spell (of 2012). But he makes mention of a striking coincidence — that the Hindu world age known as the Kali Yuga is said to have started on 3102 BCE, with the death of Krishna. And how very close it is to the presumed start date of the Mayan calendar, 3114 BCE. Like Wandering Wolf, he sees a confrontation here, at the extended end of an age.

Lash does heavy lifting – he lifts up the overlay – of religion and recent history – for his readers to see that it actually is, an overlay. That’s the first step after all. In an article called Countdown to 2012, Reflections on Kali Yuga, the Maya Endtime, and the Western Narrative Spell, ( ) Lash writes, “The forces set in motion at the dawn of Kali Yuga are now playing out their final stage, the endgame of patriarchy, the global showdown for theocratic fascism. It may not all end abruptly in December, 2012. More like than not, it won´t die with such elegant brevity. But in the way we approach the designated moment, mindful of the historical trajectory that brings us to it, something crucial to ending the lethal spell of patriarchy could be achieved.”

This is one way the “end of the world” as we’ve known it, is real, as humanity chooses either life or death. It’s the end of the line for preposterous beliefs that place us outside the living Earth, but only in our minds. It’s a return to the source, Mother Earth, and knowing that we’re intimately a part of her living body.


And so, with all its contradictions, the 2012 phenomenon has opened for me and perhaps for others, yet another path of initiation. It has lengthened the timeline of my imagination and drawn me toward my own indigenous lineages, particularly the Celts. And the quest to know has led to unearthing lost legacies and civilizations, and the paradigm-busting reality of cycles of time. It has inspired dialogues about ways to live, and why we’re here, on a planet that’s clearly undergoing epic change.

The Earth itself shows signs of great cataclysm, mysterious underwater ruins and hugely altered terrain. Is the 2012 disaster meme stirring up ancient fears of epic destruction? And in encountering the cyclic reality of Earth, are the doors opening for us to reclaim our own indigenous, Earth-allied powers?

Sacred Fire

A parallel narrative to the cultural meme of 2012, one of ending and beginning, is the astrological one. The main aspect carrying us to 2015 is the waxing square of Uranus (evolutionary urges) and Pluto (seeds of deep transformation). Uranus is in the fighting fire sign of Aries, that shouts out “I Am!” And Pluto is in Capricorn, the earth sign of ancestral lines and legacies.

The anguish of the square, in its cardinal (initiating) mode, is a driver to deal with a critical crossroads – a fight for survival as creative beings. It’s about soul retrieval, of the indigenous soul with all its open wounds. The restrictive overlay must be broken through, to experience the self-sourced lifeforce of Aries, a vital and brand new current running through. And in that vulnerable, but supercharged state, there’s an urgency to act on instinct, and go with original impulses that takes us into unknown territory.

The magic is in the individual first steps — these bold creative acts that are self-authorized. It’s an individual journey, that of the Fool. It’s one where despite overwhelming odds and a status quo that’s trying to put out the fire, we stay true to that emerging self. Each soul that dares is a protostar, reanimating the universe with life.

The Power to Choose

If we spiral our focus into the big day, December 21st, 2012, there’s a rare Yod, or “Hand of God.” There’s the old familiar (and relentlessly thorough!) churning of Pluto (in Capricorn), along with Saturn in Scorpio, Pluto’s own sign of deep psychic churning. These are in a mutually bolstering sextile to each other, and each forms a quincunx to Jupiter (in air sign Gemini).

In the turning over the toxic dirt and psyche of our age, there are treasures and hidden artifacts to be discovered. The Yod, also known as a “Finger of God,” it is pointing toward Jupiter, and the future. From the deep realizations about power and energy matrices that hold us in place, Jupiter inspires with a banquet of choice.

The quincunx is a hard-to-reconcile aspect, suggesting that it’s tough to leave the past behind. But a flash through the cracks shows us that what appears as solid, inevitable and “the way things have always been” is breaking down anyway. Jupiter is the matrix-buster. It’s a cosmic alert to get out from under the overlay, and breathe the fresh air.

The New Sun

Are you feeling a sense of being “on the verge?” Many I know feel unsettled, and this is mirrored by the instability of the Earth’s processes – weather, seismic activity, and the magnetosphere. Something is happening on a grand scale – the most hopeful myth is one of rebirth. But let’s pace ourselves, because this is a long labor.

Here now, and at every winter solstice, the New Sun is born out of its alignment with the galactic center. The Sun passing through the Milky Way is a powerful symbolic image, and the great river of stars would’ve been visible to the Maya and other ancient cultures. There’s a dark rift that’s the yoni portal, the starry belly and the pulsing heart of the galaxy.

In this pre-2012 era, the book I’ve turned to time and again is Dr. Christine Page’s 2012 and the Galactic Center, The Return of the Great Mother. She writes that the Maya foresaw the birth of their fifth world, as the Sun moved across the opening of the galactic center

This myth is about coming full circle, at the end of a great age, and getting right with creation. Dr. Page’s narrative mirrors what’s happening “as below,” with the re-emergence of the feminine, as a divine presence. After a long and terrible time of separation, it is a reconciliation, like the one Wandering Wolf calls for in his 2012 message.

As Winter Solstice nears, can we meet the moment with a pure heart? It’s about giving the feminine space and room to breathe, being receptive and following Jupiter’s lead that day, to trust in a higher order. Can we shake off the overlay of fear, cynicism, overstimulation and over-intellectualizing that crowds out the moment?

What messages will come through, as the Sun, Earth’s life-giving partner, aligns with the galactic center? Beyond the 2012 question, it’s an encounter with the center of creation, and its infinite possibilities. It’s a cosmic door thrown open, and a not-to-be-missed moment, in a greater age of awakening from spells, and finding our native power.

THEO WHITE (GlobalAstrology)

“The year 2008 entry of Pluto into the cardinal sign of Capricorn along with the ingress of Uranus into cardinal Aries in 2011 brought to a close a 42-year period that began in the year 1969 for a dying oligarchy and their children – the Baby Boomers.

That 42-year cycle had been defined by the inter-generational war between parents and children since the late 1960s. It was at that time that Uranus entered tropical Libra.

Uranus, in effect, has come ‘full circle’ as it is now ready to enter the opposite Sign to Libra and that is the Sign of Aries.

That 42-year history – 1969 to 2011 – was filled with the cultural, economic, geopolitical and social conflicts that were powerfully inherent and played out between the oligarchy born in the 1920s and 1930s, and their children of baby boomers, born in the 1940s and 1950s.

Ideology was the basis for this conflict.

It played out throughout the world in diverse ways, but always at odds with one another in black and white terms, with both generations choosing to ignore the many gray shades in between.

In the United States, a kind ‘compromise’ in this ideological war was struck in 1977 with the amnesty pardon of the Vietnam War deserters by then U.S. President Jimmy Carter.

The Baby Boomers returned to cultural life in the United States after 7.5 years of ‘dropping out’ – but the ideological war picked up again in the 1980s and then ended by the early 1990s when the boomers became the new establishment in that decade.

Uranus had transited six (6) signs over this 42-year period between 1969 to 2011 – spending seven years in each Sign – Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces.

The oligarchy is represented by the generation that has Uranus in Pisces and Pluto in Cancer. The oligarchy born during the 1920s and 1930s have been experiencing their Uranus Returns and transiting Pluto is opposing their natal positions. They are passing away.

The Baby Boomer generation has Uranus in Gemini and early Cancer with Pluto in the Sign of Leo. They are now at the end of their time as the establishment.

The failure to notice, or even accept, the passage of time and aging has led to the baby boomer generational ‘dysfunction’ becoming more or less ‘maladaptive’ – as it spread through world society during the boomers’ time as establishment.

This is why this generation has been acting out. They know they are losing clout by the mere progression of time – of world transits – and so they have freaked out.

That is the reason why they want to push things unnaturally, out of order, so as to feel as if they accomplished their plans – which is called a ‘new world order’

That ‘order’ has led to the economic crisis which began in 2007-08 and that by the end of 2012 has seen many nations on the verge of economic collapse with the social and geopolitical upheavals associated with it.

Pluto’s transit in Capricorn represents a kind of ‘globalist group’ – a cadre of cold-blooded, old and outworn oligarchy – that falsely believes they will live forever. It is a disease of a generation that is godless.

Those behind the scenes continue to behave in ways that clearly show that they do not want the future to develop naturally, as it should, but with the continued interference of globalists who believe that they can “create” the future.

It is the same old tired mantra of history:

“Everyone wants to rule the world.”

But in reality, no one ‘rules’ anything.

One cannot stop the Sun from rising, from culminating, or setting anymore than one can stop the planets from performing their functions, or to make the Earth cease revolving around the Sun.

The only ‘power’ globalists have had has been to cause turmoil, tensions, disruptions and destruction.

But what is really happening is a replay – of the past.

The actions of this dying oligarchy are that of desperation.

In reality, Pluto transit in tropical Capricorn is a planetary ‘Phoenix Bird’ that reveals the crumbling and burning to ashes the outworn political and ideological structures of the 20th century.

The ‘phoenix’ of our historical era could obtain new life, a new structural form, as it arises from the ashes of its outworn predecessor – the late 20th century.

What the burning of Pluto’s ‘phoenix’ in Capricorn gives rise to is truly what is at stake in the early 21st century.

The forces of global change – the Cardinal Crisis – are reflected by the outer planets. The main inclinations of these cardinal forces on our Earth come about by means of Uranus’ squares from Aries to Pluto in Capricorn during the Twenty-Tens that will culminate at the end of the year 2020 in a “Cardinal Climax.”

How that ‘climax’ ends – and the shape it shall take – will depend.

To read William Stickevers, graphic rich take on the topic, you can jump to his website,

And if this is just beginning to pique your interest, I highly recommend that you listen to our 12/12/12 Roundtable available below.

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Charting the immediate future.

Just a quick post bringing 12/12/12 into a bit of focus. We’ll be looking at 12/21/12 and beyond over at Navigating The Astrological Matrix with Theo White, William Stickevers and Molly Hall at 12 Noon, CST for 120 minutes, hence the title of the piece. This Cardinal Roundtable is going to be a pretty unique event as we meld the energies of Aries (William), Cancer (Molly), Libra (Me) and Capricorn (Theo) in a live setting.

The Horary chart for the 12/12/12/12/120 experience is, well, literally, off the charts. In the upper room of the 9th House is Venus, TN, Mercury and Moon, exploding into awareness and greater understanding of consciousness, all trining Uranus, locked into the lightning bolt of genius. Just over the border in the 10th, the Sun sits at 21 degrees, proud, philosophical and authentic, conjuncting the Moon, blending the masculine and the feminine in a perfect union of unshakeable faith. We’re getting ready to make breakthroughs in spite of all the darkness surrounding us in an unsettling narrative.

With Saturn in Scorpio in the 8th, we’re multi-tasking, descending into the psychic churn, mutually receiving a positive and sustainable future on the individual terms of the collective. And there, in the 12th, silently impressing on the ascendant is the holy and sacred font of pure, unconditional love, the return of the true Piscean dream, the conscious awareness of the one, without the dream of separation. Pretty cool for a radio show eh?

Well it’s a gateway for everyone, across the face of time, right here, right now, wherever you are.

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Veni, Vedi, Vito

It’s moments like these, in the dead of night, that I wonder about my legacy and even more importantly my own, current state of affairs. Last night seems like last year. I was tucked into the corner of the Sheraton’s banquet room, transformed for one night into a citadel of faux heroes, with latex biceps and flesh hugging spandex. I’m the guy reading tarot cards for computer nerds dressed up as action figures, rewarded for their year’s past service. The booze is flowing like a river and karaoke breaks out with more and more frequency as inhibitions dissolve like sugar in the bloodstream.

I’m flipping cards and freestylin’ like Charlie Parker. The cards are the standards and I’m deconstructing their eight-note-song, according to their particular harmony or dissonance. Conducting challenge, tragedy, triumph and inertia, I summon the gods and gaze into their spirits.

It goes on for hours. Almost always, I am left with, “how did you know that”? Or, “The cards told you all that”?

After an hour or so, the line to sit gets longer. It’s always been this way. I remember one night in Tucson, on my 36th birthday, the Autumnal Equinox, on a warm, Saturday night–it was like something out of a Garica-Marquez novel. People were ten deep to hear their fortunes. Some wept. Others had mile-wide grins, beaming at their own reflection.

The next morning I went into the desert to commemorate my new year and to beat back the loneliness in the aftermath of that kind of night, where such intense, temporary intimacy is gripping and alive with a deep sense of service. It’s like jazz, deconstructing the code of the moment, running on the through lines of meaning, articulating the darkness, coaxing forth the light.

I once read something by Bird, something about his addiction to smack and how it was the replacement of the emptiness, the void that would inevitably creep back into his life after an evening of wild improvisation and deep listening in soulful reverie, swinging on the rhythms of Orishas, descending into the chordal vortex of bluesy invocations.

As the painted faces of court cards stared back at me, I felt less like Crowley and more like Trane.

But it’s in the aftermath that the darkness and the void return. What was once whole and full, naturally becomes empty. It’s the way of things. I’m grateful for the gift, but it’s a strange one by any standard, jazz or otherwise.

My son’s “other” family is reveling in their new found affluence under the decidedly less burdensome financial gravity of the Lone Star’s orbit and here I am telling people about their future, floating on the elliptic of the fringe, my central nervous system jacked into the grid of the planet. I couldn’t think of two, more disparate lives or ways to get by in the world.

The skies here in my old world reflect my inner atmosphere, the only difference being that the outer is decidedly more artificial than the inner. I shudder at the utter absurdity of it all, like how magically the baddest of the bad guys that led the bloody uprising in Benghazi just might have been caught pulling the same sort of shit in Egypt. We’re supposed to feel some sort of closure I suppose, but it feels more like Oceania fighting Asia or whoever we’re fighting this week. Bad guys have absurdly short shelf lives these days. How many years did we live with the scraggly and ever-changing-mug of Bin Laden?

Now, some unpronounceable, who had recently committed the unthinkable, gets removed under unbelievable circumstances. What are we supposed to feel? Who is it really for? Us? Them? Are we supposed to feel relieved that we got the Benghazi mastermind of the Embassy massacre?

The artificiality of it all trumps the Truman Show and life itself becomes a set within a set, set within, within a set. Nothing feels real.

NFL players die on a weekly basis now, apparently. Last week it was guns, this week, booze and cars. I wonder if Bob Costas will get on his soapbox this Sunday night and go from 5’7 to a soaring 6 feet and declare that, “If cars and alcohol were illegal, that Cowboys linebacker, Jerry Brown might still be alive.” He could, but it would royally piss off Ford, GM, Budweiser and Coors, sponsors of the NFL and Sunday night football. Oh well, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

In England, jolly old England, which ain’t so jolly anymore, Jacintha Saldana supposedly took her life over a prank call, where she fell prey to two Australian DJ’s and their crappy accents, pretending to be Charles and the Queen. Saldana was anything but the suiciding type. She had two children and a loving husband. She was deeply devoted to her profession as a nurse. In 2009, they were named family of the day at the “Boom Christmas” party for the Mangalore, Christmas celebration. They were very close.

Alternative researchers are circling the event like hawks now, combing over the symbols and dates with steely vision. This is no secluded hotel room in Mexico. This is open air carnage at noon. A sharp, collective gaze is decidedly fixed on Buckingham palace.

Speaking of fixed, Saturn in Scorpio is a revelatory portal and this Mercury retrograde, now gone direct has unleashed an absolute laser beam into the soul of the Vox Populi. As it gets ready to move into Sag, prepare yourself for the carnival of revelations. Stay focused, stay present and get ready to witness what you cannot or will not believe. Don’t avert your gaze, don’t crawl back into the comfort of that rotting shell. Medusa will not turn you to stone this time around. The mirrors of the soul will shield you from the serpentine horror.

We need this moment to break the spell, to see the world as it really is, the illusion cracking and fading, pixilating and crashing down around us. Only when we can do this, will we be truly free. Drop your feel good warm and fuzzies, your permissive, false sense of freedom and justice for all and look, look at it.

About four years ago, I stumbled like many onto Dave McGowan’s magnum opus work, “The TLC”. That’s short for “The Laurel Canyon” for those of you that don’t know it. In it McGowan deconstructs the sixties, the Summer of Love culture, and essentially reveals it to be a grand, military industrial exercise, performed like an acid-laced talent show, by kids from military families and faded blue-blood dynasties.

One of the core players of the scene was Vito Paulekas. Paulekas was a sculptor, who used to give sculpting lessons to socialites (code for fucking) at the foot of the Laurel Canyon, in his studio. Paulekas was the leader of a group of free lovin’ fully expressive free spirits in a big, sprawling house in the canyon that would be the crucible for the 60’s as we know them.

Paulekas and his band of merry mavericks called themselves, “freaks.” When early Sunset Strip bands like The Birds would play at The Whiskey, Paulekas and his crew would be bussed in like ACORN members and start doing really strange, free-form dances, which of course, they called, “freaking.”

His little extended family had charming names, like, “Strawberry Giggle Glow” and “Starshine Happy Love.” Style points were obviously not rewarded. Well Vito got into a little trouble when his young son mysteriously wound up dead right around the time he was supposed to be part of Kenneth Anger’s movie, “Lucifer Rising,” Future Manson Family member, Bobby Beausoleil would wind up taking the little boy’s place in the film. Things got a little hot around the canyon as a result and Vito had to leave town.

The reason I’m bringing all this up, is because I was on FB the other night, cruising through the pages of friends of friends. I still have some Marin County, compassionately communicating, ecstatically dancing, raw foodies in there.

I tripped through the second and third degrees of separation and wound up in SoCal, skimming through a poly amorous network, where I saw names like, “Shiva Love Juice” and “Coconut Divine Deva” and it dawned on me that Paulekas’ family of freaks had cracked through to the mainstream, that it had mutated into this strange collective hybrid of raw food, yoga, esoteric piracy, arrested development, toxic narcissim and rampant horniness with no commitments.

This, is when I fully realized that some people are in the Marianas Trench of conscious awareness, masquerading as enlightenment.

There was a time, not too-long-ago, that I might have entertained the notion of a poly-life. I have Venus sextile Uranus and my 11th House is a Libran gang-bang with Neptune in Scorpio on the bottom, with Venus also trining my Mars in the 8th, but now, I simply see the irony of it all, projected onto the world’s plasmatic screen, broadcasting the weird visions of twisted seekers looking for something, anything, that will liberate them with the least amount of work possible.

So, it’s in these empty moments, after contact with the numinous, that the dark light seeps in.

I’ll watch football tomorrow and try to have some mundane marker, some reminder of a normalcy that never really existed. I’ll watch for Russell Wilson, the Seahawks Sag phenom, born 11/29/88, his Sun in trine with transiting Uranus. I ‘ll watch for Colin Kapernick as Saturn moves closer and closer to his Sun/Pluto conjunction. It will give me a Hemingwayesque moment or two for a few hours and then I’ll retreat back to a world where Syria as we know it is on the edge of extinction and WW3 could be just around the corner as a result.

Yours truly, “Heart Chakra Vanilla Wolf.”

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Back by pulpular demand.

Its been a while since I did some scopes, but since I am in this re-birth mode, it might be time to polish up the crystal ball and gaze into the days ahead. Let’s start with the big ticket item of course. That would be the election coming to you and me live from the third circle of hell, just as Mercury is about reverse its tracks in the sky. The Obama presidency was marked of course by a VOC Moon and MR on the day of his inauguration. The entire four years has been an exercise in sleight-of-hand, subterfuge and back tracking. Its interesting to note by the way, the number of Scorpios in Obama’s cabinet; Biden, Hilary, Valerie Jarrett and Susan Rice are all Scorpios. They are all inherently engaged in behind-the-scenes chicanery and as a group, they are tough and resilient. When Rahm Emmanuel left DC, he was replaced by William Daley, scion of the Daley political machine, Daley went head-to-head with Jarrett on a consistent basis and lost. Everything that’s been associated with the administration has had a rather Scorpionic feel to it; “Fast and Furious” took place in Mexico which is ruled by Scorpio and involved the deaths of DEA agents at the hands of guns given to Mexican drug cartels. The supposed death of OBL took place and his remains were immediately disposed of at sea and while the sea is Neptunian, death and water meet in the sign of Scorpio. Then there’s Benghazi, where there are at least three different narratives at work and none of them good. The first of course was the ridiculous film made by the zio-coptic filmmaker cum federal stool pigeon in Southern California, linked to para-military end times Christians. You just can’t make this shit up.

Then there’s the much more decidedly Scorpionic narrative of Ambassador Stevens being Gay and not just generically Gay, but Gay with Chicago roots and connections. And that Stevens was a known homosexual and of course that doesn’t play out well in Allahland, where gays are vilified in the same way that pedophiles are in prison, not out of some moral indignation, but far more personal reasons based on a culture that does not allow for pre-marital sex. Follow me?

It was rumored that Stevens was not only sodomized living, but even after the breath of life had mercifully exited his earth suit. How Scorpionic can we get here? The bottom line is this; The aforementioned Scorpios are going to have to have some form of energetic comeuppance beset upon them. That’s the nature of Saturn on the Sun. Pressure is exerted on the core matrix. In Scorpio, secrets energy. The hidden aspects of the persona manifest and if the individual has been living in accord with the law of balanced interchange, everything should be just fine and they would build and grow upon their Saturnian contact, deepening their purpose, accruing wisdom and ultimately becoming a magnetic force for healing and transformation. if not then the devils of Scorpio shall be released and we will witness them begin to fall, one-by-one. it wont’ be pretty or easy though. Scorpio does not go down without a fight. You might remember this little Scorpionic tale.

One day a frog and a scorpion were sitting by a river. The scorpion had to get to the other side and asked the frog for a lift. The frog said that he could get stung by the scorpio. The scorpio countered with the fact that if he stung the frog, they would both die as the scorpio would drown. This seemed logical enough for the frog so he agreed to take the scorpio across the river. Midway through the river, the frog felt something sharp pierce his rubbery skin. Then he felt something hot shoot into his bloodstream. He realized he had been stung. He asked the scorpion, “Why did you sting me? Now we’ll both die.” The scorpion replied, “I know. I couldn’t help myself. It’s my nature.” And with that, they both drowned.

The moral of the story? Well, with a boatload of Scorpios in the oval office, you do the math.

The worst case scenario for election night would of course be a vote malfunction, especially in the tabulation, much of which will take place with MR. This will be a disaster, especially if Romney wins. Can you say race riots? Can you say martial law? Can you say suspended constitution? Can you say indefinite stay at the White House? Now I am not saying that this is going to occur, but its a scenario that’s crossed more than just my mind. With Jupiter retrograde in Gemini at 14 degrees, its almost hitting the midpoint of the US Uranus and Venus in Gemini, based on the Sibley chart. It hits the US natal Uranus at 9 degrees, which occurs on 12/12/12. We might have it sorted out by then. The best case scenario would for the truth around voter fraud and manipulation to finally come out. Its a lot to ask, but with the Sun in Sag at the time, conjunct the new Moon in Sag, well, there might just be that chance.

Its too bad, because we could have really solved this back in 2004, but like all the other big ticket items, the left was woefully un-responsive when Skull and Boner, John Kerry scratched a few fleas, shrugged his shoulders and shuffled back into line. But while the wholly impotent and ineffective left did little untangle the voting deceit in Ohio, illinois, etc., the whole notion of rigging another election was still just too risky in 2008, so we had the Obama cakewalk to the presidency.

On the 13th, we’ll be staring down another Solar Eclipse, this one visible in northern Australia and most of the Pacific. Areas touched by eclipses often experience Earth changes in its wake. Don’t be surprised if Australia experiences a few tremors in the aftermath of the eclipse, including volcanic activity in the region. This is the twin soul of the big eclipse that occurred in May on the 20th. On a personal level, go back and look at some of the changes you experienced during that time and the weeks after. This eclipse, in Scorpio should provide some closure for many people and what they’ve experienced over the last six months. Both Taurus and Scorpio are fixed signs, so these are changes that are deep and long lasting. This is a total eclipse and clear endings and beginnings are associated with it.

Mars moves into Cap mid-month and the overall activity cycle shifts from expansion to consolidation. If you’re in a phase with an idea or project, really stretch out the possibilities, especially with Mercury joining forces with Mars. If you live in the Northeast and have been hammered by Sandy, there’s some buoyant optimism and a “can do” spirit with both planets. The shift into Cap will no doubt get many people in the region thinking about insurance, claims, re-building and fortification. Outside the disaster zones, Mars in Cap exalted and augurs a brief phase where people can actually entertain the thought that they are and can be self-governing. In fact, conditions might even demand it, especially in the wake of Sandy and the already edgy atmosphere brewing between locals and the authorities.

Okay, that’s it for now. Let’s look at the vibe for each sign over the next thirty days.


New horizons beckon. Old dreams fade into the sunset. Opportunity calls. The Ram is surfing the Uranian wave now rippling through our inner skies. Unlike other Uranian cycles, the Aries wave is fast, electric and unrelenting. People are sleeping less and coffee sales are up. While there’s still an opportunity to check into the placidity of Neptunian states of bliss through traditional forms of meditation, Uranus in Aries is a very different circuit to plug into the grid of God. We’re talking unconventional expression of Will and you Aries are the post child for that. Staying grounded is essential, but you’ll have to find new ways of doing it. Think mineral supplements from Salt Lake or the Dead Sea. Think French Green Clay smoothies. Think leather jackets and boots wafting with the smell of suede. Root veggies and salt baths. That’s the Rx. Saturn has moved on finally and let up, but it hasn’t been all that bad has it? A sign that is often incapable of self-reflection must be at times forced to deal with the consequences of the “other” even if it is a distorted and cracked reflection. The past three years have been about feeling how other people feel sans that Martian indignation. Hopefully you gained some patience for yourself and others along the way. Congratulations.


That great run in 2011 is not only done and over since June, but things might actually appear to be going in the other direction as well. Well, that’s not really the case, but the universe does love balance, so you get to work on some very specific issues over the next few years and the lessons will all be about consolidating gains without becoming a a greedy grinch. Emotion and abundance are tied into your sign more than any other right now. How can you offset potential financial loss? Give of yourself and I mean on an emotional level; make yourself available. One of the other things that you can do is to share with people some of your money making secrets. It might seem like common sense to you, but for others, its Austrian economics. Partnering is also a key theme from here on out and its all about equal value there as well. You have the opportunity to have some of the most outrageous and soul bonding sex of this lifetime, but you’ll need to be selective in the process, which is difficult, because your urge to merge will be at a peak. The other thing you’ll be dealing with throughout the rest of the year and into 2013 is your supposed “weaknesses.” Part of what makes you so great and compelling is your ability to shrug off criticism and go on your merry way. This time it won’t be so easy, because there’s some truth coming at you that you won’t want to turn away from, because it will actually be good for you to take it in, gently. Cultivate some humility and good humor, especially this month when the eclipse effect you and Scorp more than any other sign. By the spring of 2013 your life becomes a romance novella, but until then buy some candles and light them in the occasional dark night of soul. When you do, you’ll realize that you are not alone.


With Jupiter in your sign, but going backwards, you’re like a pig in poo. I can’t think of another sign that would enjoy the Jovian giant’s backward romp in its own sign so much. Gemini is endlessly fascinated by novelty and reverse engineering reality is what you do best. Jupiter retrograde is all about that now. How can you apply this to your own life? Well, first of all, things that aren’t working may not be all that bad and things that are, may not be all that good. One thing you’re excellent at is not judging the immediate outcome and I would urge you to put this into practice. While you don’t want to stop caring, you can take the edge off of imperfection by being more playful with the chaos and less attached to it. Take notes in the form of an alter-ego. Concoct recipes for natural disaster diets. Build a bike that floats. That sort of thing. Keep messing with the combinations until you get it right. On the relationship front, its honesty, 24/7 up through the holidays. No one has room to run or hide and even though you can feign it at times through the application of various personae, you’re going to be required to drop the mask this month. Are you ready to be revealed? Fidelo.


The move of Saturn into Scorpio is actually an epic moment for your sign. We can literally say that the tide is turning for you. Now this may not be the case with New York and the Northeast, which is the beachhead of the USA, with Sun in Cancer, but you are well equipped to weather this or just about any other storm. The past 2 1/2 years have been some of the most intense in recent memory. You’ve been at the mercy of all this cardinality. With Uranus, Pluto and Saturn, coming at you hard from every angle, you’ve been bested and tested to your limits and now you are coming through it wiser and more loving to your own sensitive nature. It’s nothing but up from here for you. This gradual ascent leads towards next Spring/Summer where the rainbow ends in a pot of gold (metaphorically speaking). So between now and then, especially over the next thirty days, I would recommend that you get back in touch with your physical body and work out some of the kinks. Since you’ve been doing a ton of emotional work, get physical. Lymphatic drainage, colonics, sweat, you name it. Get it out. Expel the toxins of the past three years and reclaim your form. It’s a fine form. You’ll need it for what lies ahead and we’ll need you. So get cracking and work that booty out!


November is a special month for you. It’s the gateway to power. Now before you puff your chest up and send out another royal decrees for a diet soda and the remote, you need to understand this in all of it’s glorious manifestations. Before you can understand power, you have to understand powerlessness. And your lessons begin this month. Now, I don’t think you’ll wind up in a fetal pose on your bedroom floor at 1AM, but you will see the limits of your power up till now, thanks in part to your new friend, Saturn. And it won’t be obvious either. You might make a an executive decision that seems great in the moment and hours, days, weeks later, you’ll see the ramifications of it, for better or worse. Likely worse if you’re operating from an unconscious or ego-driven place. What’s happening is that you are being trained and groomed for something higher and the next 2 1/2 years is all about grokking the responsibility of power. So, in the early stages, the old tricks and commands won’t work or if they do, they’ll only work on the surface. You’re going to be forced to really embody the essence of power in every phase and manifestation. Part of this will include a crash course in empathy and seeing/feeling from the others perspective. Another aspect of power will have to do with forgiveness, not from you, but from another to you. You can only get this by fucking up and abusing power, but the act of being forgiven will humble you and allow you to see yet another of its many facets. In the meantime, don’t stress out too much. Go find a kid or a grandkid and play. Have fun. Kick up your heels and rejoice for simple pleasures. Children are some of the most powerful being amongst us. Start your learning with them.


The other day, I was on one of the crazy websites I like to go to and they were talking about how Sean Connery was really “The Ayatollah Khomeni.” When you look at them, its amazing how much alike they appear to be. But then you have to go into a conspiracy so wicked and crooked that it begins to tear at the margins of reality. The reason I’m bringing this up is because Connery is a Virgo. I watched “Highlander” last night, where Connery appears as a 5,000 year-old warrior that shape shifts through time. Then in another film, he’s a barbarian on the fringes of the outer lands managed by a man/god named “Zardoz” leaving us yet another clue perhaps into the malleability of Bond’s true identity and origins. Why do I bring this up? Because with the Saturn shift, your detective skills are going to be put into high gear. Saturn fires up your ability to solve puzzles, unlock mysteries and grasp the meaning behind the meaning. The only caveat here is to not convince yourself that you have found the ultimate truth, because once you think you have, another trap door opens and down you go. Just keep peeling it all back, mount evidence, compare/contrast and you’ll be amazed at what you’ll find. What to do at that point? Dan Brown made a fortune off this stuff. Why not you? On the home front, especially this month, you need to expand in your own way, maybe even move perhaps to a place that is more suited to your expansive and explorational spirit. If you can’t move, knock down a wall, install a new, bigger window or at the very least, study some Feng Shui to invoke greater space in your living space.


Saturn has left town. Hallelujah! Amen! Huzzah! This is great news, though I doubt that you would want to trade all those life lesson in now. The hardest thing for most Libras to do is to be alone and Saturn helped no doubt with that aspect of your life. Even if you managed to stay married or committed over the past three years, the whole concept of being with ones self was a major test. The other test you went through was living up to your commitments, which is not always the easiest thing either. But you’ve done both and are a more complete in not happier person as a result. The Saturn shift for you forces you to re-evaluate your values. What is purposeful and meaningful for you? How do you covertly give yourself away to be popular or liked? These are the things that are going to get your attention in a very big way. Sex enters into it as well. How do you use sex to bolster your vanity? Are you going deep enough with the sexual energy in your life in general? Can reality be a tantric practice, 24/7? While we’re at it, let’s talk money too. If you haven’t snatched up some gold and silver, you, more than any other sign needs to get on this ASAP. Libra tends to trust a bit too much in the auguries of fate and this is not a time for that. You might want to do an op-ed piece in the local paper to get a few things off your chest. You might be surprised by who responds and what comes out of it.


Ah, the poster child for change. How does it feel? Saturn is your best friend and your worst nightmare. Now don’t freak out. You’ve never run from a challenge before and you’re not about to now. But let’s just say that it’s your turn, your time to face yourself and the immensity that you are, warts and all. Three years from now, you’ll look back on this time as one of the most important periods of your life. The whole notion here is freedom and liberation. You can’t experience them without limitations imposed from without and within. For a number of Scorpios this will manifest in some form of crisis, either through health or through the loss of an attachment that has no longer served its purpose. These are not easy lessons but if anyone can handle them, its you. The good news is, is that the North Node is in your sign, so you’ll get an extra, astro-booster pack to shoot across those deep chasms of doubt. We’re talking accelerated learning here. The quicker you let go, the farther and the faster you go. In a few months time, people will be amazed by your strength and wisdom if that’s any solace to you. Neptune blends with your energies to offer you easy access to God’s healing balm of kindness and forgiveness. Don’t turn away from it. For the rest of the month, make moves to consolidate finances and solidify your position. Look at what happened in the East Coast and take notice. Be prepared.


With Mercury and Mars in your sign, you’re on fire, but don’t get too inflated. Saturn is going to keep you humble for the next three years. Your connection to Saturn in Scorp will be interesting to say the least–think shamanic. Your 12th House is where the fear of death emanates from and you get to face it on some level. You went through this when Pluto was in Scorpio, so its not like you haven’t experienced it yet, but this go round is a bit different. Think of it as a journey towards source which will allow your sagacious Sag self even more vistas of unlimited wisdom to tap into. If you’re too young to have experienced Pluto in Scorp, as a Sag, then let me fill you in on this transit. Its all about banishing your most intimate fears, because when Saturn moves into your sign three years from now, you’re going to be writing books, teaching classes and generally being a wayshower for most of the world. But for now, bring your lantern and journey forth into the labyrinth of your soul. Oh yeah, raise a little hell come election day. You have the cosmic license to lead the truth parade.


Saturn is in mutual reception to your sign and frankly, you had a enough of that Libra crap anyway, right? Hopefully you learned something about manners and the little guy that you can appreciate and apply. Now its time to find out what you can really do with some resources and astral cards in your favor. You get the chance to wield some executive power, but here is the key; You can’t do it alone. Nope. You’ve got to involve others. You see that’s what Saturn was forcing you to do over the past three years. The more that you can invite people to play a role in your expanding empire, the better off you are and ironically, the more you’ll get. You cannot be a hoarder at any level right now. When Mars shifts into your sign later this month, you’ll get a real taste of what I’m talking about. Instant manifestation. But don’t be surpriesed that if out of the blue, you are struck by some kind of spiritual jolt that will renew your faith in the ineffable grace of the almighty. Not if, but when it does happen, just give thanks and then get down to business with your new partner connected in the most high places.


For you, Saturn offers a key insight into your own mystery. You are linked to Scorpio in a way that’s positively alchemical. You are on part of the instinct and wisdom equation. You are the eagle and Scorpio is the serpent. So guess what? You get to come down from your ivory tower of speculation and get into the messy folds of desire. It is in that place where emotion dwells, so you get to traffic in that too. This won’t be more apparent than where you work or ultimately what you want to work at. If you don’t follow your passion, you won’t fly and therein lies the great paradox. You have to get down with the sloppy elements of failure, envy, betrayal and lust, but once you do and refine your vision based on the intensity of feeling fueling it, you’ll get it–big time. Jupiter is still your ally, even if its ducked into a back alley for the time being. Sag is pretty friendly too. Get out into nature and renew your relationship with wonder. Wax philosophical amongst the great trees and seas of the Earth and allow them to co-create with you on levels you can’t perceive from within the enclave of four closed walls. All-in-all, this promises to be a great ride as long as you are willing to face your fear and embrace your desire.


Always the best for last. :-). This Saturn shift is the best thing that’s happened to you since Neptune moved into your sign. In fact, the two couldn’t be more copacetic. Neptune inspires you at your deepest stratum, opening you to compassion, forgiveness and hope in ways that are very real for you. Saturn brings the gravitas to ground it all in a psychic awareness that’s both profound and lasting. We’re talking practical mysticism here with a dash of glamour and dazzle. You dear Pisces can pull this off with real style and panache. The world may be going to hell in a hand basket, but you’ll be passing out life preservers and flutes of champagne on the deck of life’s Titanic. You’ll utter a few kind words no doubt too, then shoot off on your jet ski to shangri-la, set up a tiki party and wait for the rest of us. Jeff Kent, the former major leaguer, now reality TV star on Survivor is a Pisces. See what I’m saying? You’re on a rock star roll. Just give thanks and let us admire your grace in the fury of the storm.

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