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What happens when you mix black and white? You get Gray.
In Baltimore, under the last degrees of Venus in Gemini, the poles of duality finally clash and the result is Gray, as in Freddie Gray. I can almost set my calendar to this social kindling, the bonfires of the ignorant and sleeping.
All hell broke loose on the 25th of April, Sun in early Taurus, fixed, stubborn and determined. Venus was in the second Decan, Libra, which is, the scales of justice. It’s now in the third Decan, Aquarius and the drama is getting played out on social media, the vox populi of the Aquarian Age. What’s quite revealing in that realm is that there are links between activists and all around professional shit disturbers that connect Ferguson and Baltimore.
These are hired guns, employed to fan the flames of social unrest higher and higher. Keep in mind that Fox News broke the story, and they have their own agenda, but it’s worth looking into. This shouldn’t surprise anyone as these the methods were devised by Saul Alinsky in “Rules For Radicals.” None of this is bringing us closer together and that my dear readers is the point. Read the rest of this entry »
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There’s a slightly lurid nature about this Moon, about to go into full eclipse mode, just hours from now, a Blood Moon, on Passover and Easter. While the two are routinely grouped together, they couldn’t be more different. In fact, this Blood Moon, with all of it’s rapture porn overtones, is in some ways a dusted and ochre signifier of two very separate ways, both of whom might be born out of their own, related illusions.
First off, what is a Blood Moon? On one level, it’s a Super Moon in that it’s closer in its orbital path than other passes of the Moon. That gives it its rather large and swollen countenance, ominously glaring down in mute witness upon our lunacy. We’ll break down the astrological bit in a minute, but first we have to pull back the curtain on this Blood Moon scenario, who hyped it up, pimped it out and pushed it on the public like it’s some divine dispensation, ominous end times prophecy. Enter John Hagee.
I can’t think of a more traitorous and treasonous Christian than this phenomenal fat ass and “Friend Of Israel.” Hagee’s abomination of Christianity was to sell Christ out for the blood and guts of the Old Testament and the dollars of dispensation. He’s an End Times hawker who staunchly believes that Israel must stay intact aka one state, so that Jesus returns as destroyer of false faiths. It’s in the Bible—right? In essence, avenging Jesus gives the children of Israel one more chance to repent before the smote cannon is wheeled out. Those who repent get salvation, those who don’t, well there’s always afterlife as a pile of ash.
But Hagee has gotten really close to Israel. How close? Well he’s been there over 24 times and has met with every Israeli Prime Minister since Menachem Begin and founded “Christians United For Israel.” Hagee was also presented the Zionist Organization of America’s Israel Award by U.N. ambassador Jeane Kirkpatrick. You get the drift.
It was Hagee who popularized this notion of the Blood Moon. You see the Blood Moon is actually a Tetrad or four, full, lunar eclipses in-a-row, that do not have any partial eclipses between them. Using a piece of text from Joel 2:31 “The sun will be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood before the great and dreadful day of the LORD comes.”
The color of almost all lunar eclipses is red. The full moon nearly always appears coppery red during a total lunar eclipse. That’s because the dispersed light from all the Earth’s sunrises and sunsets falls on the face of the moon at mid-eclipse. Thus the term blood moon can be and probably is applied to any and all total lunar eclipses.
So let’s dispel the notion that the oxide tint of these Moons are symbolic of the Lord’s dread (I can’t believe I’m on scientism’s side). They are what they are during any lunar eclipse. They might be a little bit more bloodied than in previous Tetrad cycles thanks to the iron oxide rich skies, courtesy of chemtrails, but that’ll never enter into the discussion.
Hagee popularized the Blood Moon buzz in the best selling book, “Four Blood Moons.” Get the hype? Read the rest of this entry »
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The Dawn Of A New Day
One of the main tenets of Tibetan Buddhism is to die before you die. In a culture that is obsessed with not only youth, but immortality, everything that is related to the organic process of vegetation, and dying is held at bay for as long as we can. Our fear of getting older and death has no doubt led to the arrested development of the species. But this post isn’t about the world at large—it’s about me.
Last week, I was, well, attacked on my radio show and while I have had flamers and defamers every now and then, this event was different. It was like a virus. It came in through the back door, which is what viruses do. They distract the corporeal form with some sort of viral noise, something that has to be attended to, then, while the virus is being addressed and dealt with, through the back door, something else is introduced. It’s a genetic sleight-of-hand that’s based on distraction. This is what happened to me last Monday.
I was at the end of what was a very successful show and I took a call with about ten minutes left. The caller came in, and asked me about doing a reading for him around the timing of following his life passion, which was opening a vinyl, record store. I should have known better. His story about being a trampoline repairman seemed odd, but I’ve had some strange jobs, so I soldiered on through the reading, doing my best to give sound advice based on the chart given to me and after I had delivered what I thought was logical council, he turned on me and told me that he had given me the chart of the producer of the Howard Stern Show, Gary Del Abate aka Baba Booey.
I told him that I read the chart and that I didn’t claim to be psychic and then he attacked, frothing, and cursing. There’s a reason why they call it cursing as I felt slightly paralyzed in the moments and days after the event. I began to question what I do and whether or not is/was valid. Was I just another pretender in Holden Caulfield’s parade of phonies? I was questioning my purpose, this in spite of the fact that I have been a very successful astrologer, having done close to over 1200 readings over the past eight years.
There’s been loons and goons that have called in and I’ve flushed them as easily as yesterdays news, why did this particular caller sting me? The answer was simple; my heart was open and my guard was down. When I go into the space of service I lay down my shields and open a channel to myself, and the other. This is what happened last Monday.
Since Jupiter is moving forward towards Uranus in my chart, in my 9th House, getting ready to trine my natal Jupiter in Sag in my first, I’ve been stretching, bending, widening the open heart space as I am convinced that this is the only place of refuge and paradoxically strength for the remaining humans on the planet. This commitment was obviously, seriously, tested. It also spoke to the individual power of the eclipse and the Pluto/Uranus square. Eclipse energies aren’t always felt in the immediate, the now, but days and even weeks after the event, the energies manifest and rise.
A PERSONAL LESSON
Zooming out a bit, well quite a bit from a much more objective space, transiting Mercury was on my South Node in Pisces, which BTW is also on my IC. My South Node and IC is where I do my Piscean work, which is right here in my home. The energy and transmission is broadcast through my NN in Virgo conjunct my MC, also at 15. It collided and colluded with transiting Chiron at 18 also conjunct my IC by three degrees. It was and is the most vulnerable area and time in my chart. While I was busy engaging the world through my Virgoan reach, the virus slipped through the backdoor and for a few days, hacked my faith. But it also did something even more important, it caused me to look at my work and re-assess it. Was I being as effective, dedicated and committed to what I have set out in the ziggurat of this mirrored matrix? Was I living up to my commitments with character and integrity. It was, as they say, a reality check.
Ironically enough, the birth date that the caller used was that of Gary Del’Abate more commonly known as “Baba Booey” producer of the Howard Stern show. Del’Abate is a Pisces, born 3/14/61, his Sun is at 23 degrees, the same degree as my mother’s Piscean Sun.
I’m not going to unwind this thing into some weird Oedipal trip, but there’s always been this sense that my mother wanted some other type of son, one that she could brag about in sound bites to her friends at church and the symphony club. What I do isn’t easy or that explainable to people on a casual level, especially relative strangers in the context of maiden America, keepers of the old dream. I can only imagine how this might be a real challenge for her.
In any case, there are no accidents, even a caller posing as a person in need, then opening cannon fire at close range (I had to drop the Piscean pirate metaphor in here).
I was playing with the Sabian Symbols as it related to this event and here is what I rose to the surface as I engaged with Lynda Hill’s handy, Sabian Symbol Oracle: AN EASTER SUNRISE SERVICE DRAWS A LARGE CROWD
”This degree shows the ability, and the necessity, of being able to rise up after difficulties in one’s life, somewhat like the Phoenix rising from the ashes. One needs to maintain hope and draw together with others who share a sense of faith in the future and in community and the goodness of life. There will be times of spiritual rebirth where you can rise above the failings of the past into new beginnings. Coming out of doubt and despair can lead to a new sense of love, faith and compassion. Join with others in a spirit of joy. There’s a need for unwavering faith in communal spiritual values. Performing deeds with reverence. Communal expressions of faith. Peace rallies. Revivals. The need for faith in a bright future. Devotion. Worship. The phoenix rising from the ashes. “
I thought it was pretty apropos in the context of what I had just experienced, especially as we approach Oestre and the season of re-birth, always one of my favorite times on the planet. What I got out of this was a re-dedication to my craft, art and service through not just astrology, but other channels as well. We’re at a time right now where we’re playing for keeps on Earth. Ever since 9/11/01 we have been inducted into an occult firmament of symbolic assault, proxy wars and the overall degradation of all life forms on this planet, not just the bi-peds who are convinced that they are at the top of the food chain. So instead of crawling back into my Cancerian shell protecting the entry of my 8th House, I did something quite different and relatively conscious which I will share later today on my show.
So thank you pirate caller, agent of chaos, the virus that crawled through the airwaves and became a worm in my Piscean sanctuary. Thank you. You’ve helped me dance with my shadow and emerge emboldened and ready for this next phase/seven-year-cycle which began back in 2008, the genesis of this blog and work. My dedication is even deeper.
For everyone that sent me emails, texts and Skype messages of support, thanks. It means a great deal.
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Did we just avert WWIII?
One of the fascinating aspects of this last eclipse was the conjunction of the New Moon on the Vernal Equinox. This happens every 19 years. It’s called “The Metonic Cycle.” While this phenomenon occurs every 19 years, the Nodes begin their journey through the signs, which take almost the same time, 18.9 years. So the last time there was a New Moon on the Vernal Equinox, the Moon’s Nodes were in Libra/Aries, much like they are now. Dane Rudhyar has one of the best descriptions of how the Nodes operate in space;
“The Moon’s nodes are the two ends of the line of intersection of the plane of the orbit of the Moon around the earth and of the plane of the ecliptic, which is the plane on which the Sun seems to move around the zodiac throughout the year — that is, actually the orbit of the earth around the Sun. Two planes which do not coincide and are not parallel must intersect. The line of intersection of the solar and lunar planes is the Moon’s nodes’ axis — the Dragon’s Head and the Dragon’s Tail of traditional astrology.”
If we move backwards through time, to the Vernal Equinox, 1996, to see this phenomenon when it was last in affect. The North Node was at 13 Libra/South Node 13 Aries. This past Friday, the Nodes were at 10/10 respectively, reflecting the 18.9 year Nodal Cycle. The energy was in the final degree of Pisces as a run up to the shift in the solar degree of 0 Aries, which in wide opposition to both nodes was in activation mode.
There are four, interesting, Mundane events which marked the last cycle in 1996. On the day of the Vernal Equinox, New Moon, NN 13/Libra – SN 13/Aries and during the days that just followed, here is what occurred.
• March 20 – The British Government announces that Bovine spongiform encephalopathy has been likely transmitted to people. (Mad Cow Disease—attacks the brain (Aries).
• March 25 An 81-day-long standoff begins between antigovernment Freemen and federal officers in Jordan, Montana. (Freemen = Aries/Will Manifest, seeking equality, NN Libra)
• The 68th Academy Awards, hosted by Whoopi Goldberg, are held at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles with Braveheart winning Best Picture. (Celebration of warrior/male energy/Aries) • March 26 – The International Monetary Fund approves a $10.2 billion loan to Russia for economic reform. (This was the genesis of Russia’s economic reform).
Rudhyar’s theory of the nodes is quite interesting. He liberates them from the positive/negative polarity that is usually associated with them. In the astrology of fate, the general rule of thumb is to move towards the North Node and away from the South Node as the South Node takes more energy and is in some ways a real drain/drag. I agree with this to some extent based on my own, very painful experiences of my South Node in Pisces, House Four. Family and home has been shot through with the psychic effluvia of Pisces emotional torrent. I’ve always felt more at home with my NN conjunct the MC, conjunct my Sun. It’s there, in the 10th House, where in some ways, I have managed to find an acceptable stand in for my family through my work, but that doesn’t mean that we can completely leave the South Node behind. There ALWAYS has to be some swipe at integration. It may not always be successful, but the Nodal Axis as it is called must be dealt with periodically, like maintenance.
Rudhyar sees the South Node as a point of excretion in the chart, which makes sense if the NN is the dragon’s head, then it would follow that the SN, would be in fact the point of excretion, taking the stuff consumed by the dragon’s head. In my perfect world, through the application of my identity with the MC, through service, I could receive the necessary nourishment, both on a personal and monetary level, to feed the swirling chaos of the IC/Fourth, where the foundation is out to sea, rather than sunken into Terra Firma. The Virgoan activity would then act in some ways like land fill, stabilizing the tidal flow of Piscean influence.
Did something like this happen on a much larger scale on or near the eclipse? The answer is likely yes and the event, if true, will blow your mind, both from a historical/global perspective and an astrological one. Read the rest of this entry »
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Activating the timeless code
And so it begins. On the day cursed by the Templars in honors of Jacques DeMolay’s arrest and subsequent death on Friday, October 13th, 1307, the final square between Uranus and Pluto initiates the last, major cycle of catalysis. Imagine the ward of planetary fields torqueing at angles of extreme disruption and potential, magnetic fields in dynamic collision, with Mars riding on tip of it all, whipping the celestial surge into a potent and dynamic field of transformation. This is where we are as we head into our own version of the Hadron collider, anticipating the Solar Eclipse, New Moon and Vernal Equinox all on one, burning day in the not-so-distant-future. Then, shortly, thereafter, a Blood Moon on Passover—are you ready for it? Even if you aren’t, well, it doesn’t matter. We’re all learning on the fly anyway in the post-history of the world that no one ever managed to tell you ended.
When I was back in Boulder last week, Jay Weidner surfaced a topic we had talked about before, briefly, that the world as we knew it did indeed change on 12/21/12, but not in the way that we could have foreseen. His premise (which I agree with) was the subtle, but pervasive awakening that is rippling through our collective awareness. People are getting wise. They are seeing the fracturing fractals of our pixilated reality. The world is on dial up and we’re fiber-optically connected into the grid of creation. There is a beauty and a danger to this potent epiphany, and that the world is an illusion and yet it is deadly real. We’re playing for keeps and yet we’re not. This is the sublime paradox of the liminal state. Read the rest of this entry »
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Fa-fa-fa-fah-fa . . .
The unwritten law for movies throughout the years was that at the end of a film, the monster or the bad guy got his just desserts in the end. It didn’t matter if it was Frankenstein, Dracula, King Kong, HAL 2000, or The Predator, the monster was put back in the box. This was a classic element for dealing with our shadows and fears as they were exercised and exorcised on the silver screen. In a tradition that stretches back to the Greeks and the whole notion of catharsis within the human drama, projecting demons into our observational consciousness for a limited period of time, turning them loose, and then vanquishing them back into the collective unconscious has been a critical component to not only maintaining our psychic health, but also closing the portals of imagination and deep summoning.
The only film which I can remember breaking ranks with this when I was very young, was Don Siegel’s, “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers,” which to this day is still one of the most chilling films of all time. And whether it was Phillip Kaufman or Abel Ferrara’s version, the original, sans special effects and visceral gore is the one that made me look under my bed at night for a week after, to see if I had a bulging pod with my name on it. In that version, Kevin McCarthy is being gas lit, his sanity questioned, the alien replacements conspiring at every step of the way to make him appear crazed and irrational. McCarthy thinks he’s vanquished the alien invasion only to jump on a truck hauling a massive load of the pods to the nearest small town, unwittingly ready to receive their extraterrestrial doppelgangers’.
The monsters were not put back in the box.
IOTBS was supposed to be a classic sci-fi noir that was a narrative for the fear of communism. Blank faced alien doubles stood in for good, kind hearted and respectful Americans. That was the common analogy used for the film, but perhaps, Siegel was being quite literal and the movie was an example of hidden-in-plain-sight cinema. Maybe, just maybe, people were being replaced. But that movie, as good as it is, is not what this post is about. It’s about a movie where the monster was not put back in the box and all hell has been turned loose since then. Read the rest of this entry »
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It’s been a strange 48 hours as Mercury is about to begin it’s cosmic role reversal. Think of it as one of those carnival rides that goes backwards and forwards, up little humps and rises, down again, with edgy banks in a classic loop. For the last three weeks, you’ve been hurtling backwards, trying to laugh while holding your cotton candy and root beer down and just when you hit that point of stasis, the bell rings and the calliope organ starts pumping out a different song and the whiplash kicks in. Now you’re moving forward again on the infinite loop, through space and time.
First it was the Super Bowl, and Katy Perry rising into eternity, the star of the new age, rising, rising into the Phoenix night sky. Then we moved onto the Grammies in the ritual season, which coincides with Clive Davis’ annual homage to himself. Just a few more revolutions before the breakneck reversal and the return to some semblance of linearity. Good luck.
On Saturday night, at around 9PM, I heard the incessant drone of a helicopter for hours. I know this sound. It’s like the bull roarer of an angry, lesser god. I used to hear it a lot in California, back in the dark days when I was going through my crazy, Chiron Return, but that’s another story. Let’s just say I placed that particular hum in the memory pool. It went on and on and on.
I went outside to track it and there it was, a dark shadow circumnavigating the night sky, as thick, white clouds poured in from the South. In the distance I could hear sirens wailing, the noisy commotion of crisis piercing the heavy, ambient hum. Something was off–something was wrong. I went back inside and climbed into the cocoon of night and fell asleep just after 1 AM. The still air was finally silent.
The next day, I found out that not very far from my house, Sawyer Flache, 27, father of two, was shooting streetlights out and the Austin PD called in the black chopper. An hour or so later, Sawyer Flache was dead. A bullet-to-the-head. The next day they are running the story over and over again, book ending it with news about Chris Kyle’s murder trial, which started yesterday. It was part of a strange, time loop, stitching the high strange together for our popular consumption. A moment of silence for Sawyer Flache, who left two, young girls behind, one year shy of his official Saturn Return. Sawyer Flache, tragically, ironically has become a member of the “27’s.” Who knows what drove you to snap, crackle and pop Sawyer Flache? Who knows if you will shadow that helicopter through the South Central, Texas night, like a ghost in space for night upon night to come. Here is your space Sawyer Flache, your moment of silence ((((((((((((((((((((((0))))))))))))))))))))).
The Grammies, like the Super Bowl, the Olympics and the VMAs are the portal through which sounds, symbols, sigils and spells are cast upon unwitting souls. And those of us, who are trying to track the trends of the holographic theater, keeping up with the script, clocking the players pay attention to these spectacles, new theater of the absurd. There was the Gemini magic act of Sir Faul McCartney and Kanye West. The Black/White theme is prevalent, an occult trigger, the reconciliation of opposites, the alchemy of flesh. They did it at the Super Bowl, going two ways, once with Lenny Kravitz (Gemini) male principle and Katy Perry and then Missy Elliot (Cancer) the feminine.
Faul and Kanye weren’t alone in participating in the sonic arcana.
Madonna was there, channeling the “Scarlett Woman” aka Jack Parsons “Whore of Babylon.” Later in the evening, Beck, a Scientologist would win best album, introduced by Prince (Gemini) looking a lot like Sai Baba. Beck was bum rushed by the aforementioned Gemini, Kanye West who now claims that the voices in his head told him to do it.
Scientology was founded by, L. Ron Hubbard, who was 1/3 of Jack Parson’s magical trio of the Babalon Working. And there Madonna was, dancing hand in horn with a legion of hard bodied demons, channeling the Cult of Minos, the minions of the minotaur. The song, the utterly forgettable, “Living For Love” is supposedly about Madonna’s broken heart, dumped by a matador. It’s a lot of bull. It was as Satanic as it gets. The love song she was singing was for the lord of the underworld himself, not some Spanish guy in a funny hat, super tight pants and a sequined cape.
If we go back to her massively occult, Super Bowl performance, Madonna was the personification of Isis. The Isis imagery was thick three years ago and lo and behold, who’s terrorizing the planet? Who is Obama ready to go to war against? Was it predictive programming? Or were they generating the psychic force to summon a demon army?
During Super Bowl Madonna was teamed up with CeeLo Green (Gemini) during the Super Bowl, but the light and sound were pure Lucifer. Her Grammy turn at XLVI. My breakdown of it was one of the most popular posts on my site. You can read more about it HERE.
In the Super Bowl that followed, Super Bowl XLVII, it was Beyonce’s turn and while they didn’t peddle the same level of esoteric, in-your-face, fag-haggery, if you watched very carefully, you could catch the same Bull symbolism strobing beneath Beyonce in sheet flashes of silver light. The Bull, is of course Taurus, but it is also symbolic of the Sirius/Orion cluster of stars, which is in the constellation of Taurus.
Sirius is a binary star, meaning that there are two stars that operate in union with one another, hence another level of the interpretation of the dualistic nature of these rites. It is a calling forth of the twin stars, Sirius A and B, as well as Castor and Pollux, the other celestial twins, representative of Gemini, which are located roughly on the other side of the Equatorial Plain from Sirius A and B.
All the way across, on the other side of the galaxy lies the Galactic Center. Terra is cradled between Sirius A and B and the GC.
Our own Sun is in a binary orbit with Sirius A and B, and right around July 4th, is conjunct Sirius A and B. does that date sound familiar? The United States was officially founded when in conjunction with Sirius.
It is generally acknowledged that the Freemasons call it “The Blazing Star.” What’s ironic is that it’s barely visible to the naked eye.
It was said that Isis descended from the heavens and gave birth to humanity and that she was the mother of all that is. The throne of Isis became the official seat of all royalty. What we are seeing in the Grammies is a passing of the torch of sorts. From Madonna (now whore) to Beyonce as Isis, mother of fertility, the mother of all life, the divine feminine as a portal to the origination of our creator gods. It doesn’t matter if Jay-Z is cheating on her ass. It doesn’t matter if she looks like she’s on Beta Blockers and cheap wine at a Knicks game. None of it matters to the personality called “Beyonce Knowles” because it’s what takes up residence inside of her during the ritual space that is purpose of it all.
For the duration of a song, a medley, a concert, a video, she can be Isis, incarnate. In fact, there are even rumors that she was never pregnant at all and that “Blue Ivy” isn’t even her child. So in some strange, and angular way, it was a virgin birth.
From the red hues of Satan (Madonna) to the silver luxe of Lucifer (Beyonce) we see the infernal energies of ancient deities, absent fathers, and naughty uncles linked as one, reformatted power over this world. And it was also a passing of the torch as Madonna is a Leo and Beyonce, a Virgo. Regulus, the fixed star of kings and queens has recently gone from Leo to Virgo–a very rare occurrence for a fixed star. It is also a celestial/terrestrial passing of the torch. These are just a few of the secrets of the Grammies and the ritual relationship between Madonna and Beyonce.
Meanwhile, the Brown/Houston family agonizes over whether to pull the plug on brain dead Bobbi Kristina Brown. It is three years today that Whitney died. The macabre symmetry is almost too much to comment on.
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