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A Mutant Strain Of Awakening
No matter what I do, I keep returning to Chiron. The big sexy is the Pluto/Uranus square, which has been doing the planet like Dirk Diggler did Amber Waves in Boogie Nights. But it’s Chiron in Pisces which has cast it’s beguiling, if not mind numbing spell over the planet.
In my private practice where I consult people and read their charts for them, most of my clients are people with Chiron in Pisces (1961-1969) and they are trying their damnedest to understand what they are going through, while gently penetrating their mystery of their own experience, the limits of faith and the geometry of possibility in a world that seems to offer less and less of this with each passing day. Chiron in Pisces denotes extreme sensitivity and I can assure you that these good people can feel the walls of this dimension closing in on them, while they sense the space outside of these four walls, defined by the monolith of Mecca’s Kabaa, the black-hypercube of our eternal imprisonment and exile in this seemingly godless dimension.
During one of my sessions with a student, I was explaining the evolutionary cycles of the 12 Houses and I was moving from the 11th to the 12th Houses and breaking down the potential of the 11th House as it relates to free energy, the end of work, enlightened, group consciousness and the dawning that we are all one; from every perplexing microbe and vexing sociopath, to the wonders of the natural kingdom, the elements of creation and the courage of the human heart. Once we begin to live with this realization of consciousness, we are on the cusp of the 12th House, signifying the end of our human journey on this world.
Ironically, we are technically moving from the Piscean Age, to the Aquarian Age, or at least that’s what our planetary custodians are intending for us, and I can assure you, that their version of the Aquarian Age is anything but egalitarian; Think a more homoerotic version of Soviet ruled communism, with a Social Democratic aka Fascistic topper, and a double shot of corporate control. But I am getting ahead of myself. I’m here to talk about things like Formaldahyde in the water supply of “developing” nations (do they ever really develop?), wherein the mixture apparently produces symptoms in people that look a whole lot like Ebola. Do the math; Water is Pisces. Formaldahyde is the contaminant. It creates a wound in the water. Speaking of Neptune, Pisces and Chiro, Masaharu Emoto, on cue, has exited the world stage. He’s taken that graceful dive into the great cosmic ocean of the 12th House. Emoto was born on July 22nd, on the 29th degree of Cancer (water) and he returned again and again to it’s message as the source of spirit which nurtures all of us.
Serums and vaccines are also Piscean in nature via their fluid distribution and many of them are dispensed in hospitals (12th House institution) and we are and have been witnessing their impact on the health of people all across the planet. Go back four years and return to the hype and fear surrounding cervical cancer (sexual transmission) and how via the HPV vaccine young girls could guard against cancer invading their most sacred space. Well that worked out well, didn’t it? A number of young women suffered from bouts of catatonia, depression, narcolepsy and confusion. I could go on.
In West Africa, the locals are telling anyone who will listen that the people getting sick are the ones getting a vaccination. The Red Cross is the pusher and they want them out.
Meanwhile, back in the states, Thomas Eric Duncan lands in Dallas and officially becomes “Patient Zero.” Wearing a kick-ass, lime green pullover, Duncan supposedly died on 10/8, the day of the Super-Duper Blood Moon, but likely, in reality, he died on 10/5, which is not as cool and super sexy as dying on a Babylonian holiday. But then, was Thomas Eric Duncan even real? Reports are that he worked for the Peace Corps, and later for Bank of America in Liberia. Rumor has it, that he was worth over one million dollars. He would fall into the category of “crisis actor” and it would seem that we are witnessing another Sandy Hook, or LA Airport, or Elliot Rodger (remember him?). If that’s the case, then what about Amber Vinson and Nina Phan, the two nurses who have supposedly contracted Ebola from being in close contact with Duncan? Are they part of the production or are they really sick? If so, what are they sick from? Is it Ebola or something else?
Off the coast of Belize (Pisces/Neptune) another Dallas nurse is on a cruise ship, placing herself in a self-monitored quarantine. I suppose the CDC said it was okay, just like Amber Vinson’s trip to Cleveland on Frontier Air. The CDC gave her the green light to go. Is it standard practice for nurses to go on vacation right after a potential carrier of the modern plague has been in their care? I wasn’t aware of this unique relaxation protocol offered to nurses, excuse me HEALTH CARE WORKERS after coming into contact with terminal plague victims. I must say, I like the idea, but the execution needs a little work. Allowing them to do it with the general public doesn’t seem like the safest strategy. But what do I know? Speaking of which . . . .
Just yesterday, Thomas Frieden, head of the CDC, went before Congress and testified that “You cannot get Ebola by riding public transit and yet, if you are exhibiting Ebola-like symptoms, you cannot ride public transit because you could spread Ebola. Huh? Run that past me again? That was one, slick, Orwellian mind fuck. When people hear that, they ask themselves what the hell is going on? The double speak of spellbinding has their heads twisted in knots. We’re supposed to trust and rely on Frieden and the convolution coming out of his mouth is enough to make us crazy and perhaps that’s the plan. Remember, the CDC, Texas Presbetyterian State Health and the NIH are all hospitals, 12th House domains and with Chiron, we can see something is very wrong and deeply wounded coming out of these hidden realms of institutionalized medicine. And it all really got rolling on that Blood Moon, the day Thomas Eric Duncan supposedly died
It was the Moon that Christians love—The Blood Moon—the pale and swollen orb that hangs low in the night sky—pure rapture porn. This Moon’s bloody aura was highlighted by its position in Aries. The Aries Moon is hot, passionate and willful. In this dance between the Libran Sun which wants balance, harmony, symmetry, and accord and the Aries Moon, which wants what it wants and wants it now, there is a creative and dynamic tension, one that starts in heated opposition and ends in shared perspective, common ground and hopefully, hot sex. That was the headline for this explosive dynamic in the interpersonal realm. And, what’s interesting about this dance is the impact that Libra has on all of us. You don’t have to have the Sun or Rising or Venus in Libra. You see Libra rules ALL relationships, so the Sun/Moon opposition impacts us all, regardless of our signs, since we are all engaged in relationships and personal contracts, so this Moon illuminates the state of those unions and agreements. But there is more—much more. Let’s return to The Rapture shall we?
It’s all lining up now; wars, plagues and droughts. The only thing that’s missing (for now) is pestilence and hunger. With the backdrop of Ebola (blood disease), the Blood Moon took on an even more, symbolic meaning. This Blood Moon and eclipse fell on The Feast Of The Tabernacles aka Sukkot. This particular feast is an important one for the Jewish people. This feast is a reminder of their deliverance from Egypt. It was also during this feast that Solomon’s Temple, one of the most important structures in the Freemasonic mythos was consecrated. When the temple was destroyed, it was rebuilt and finished during “The Feast.” In some circles, it is said, that this was also the time of the true birthday of Jesus, though I think that 9/11 is more likely.
Don’t think that this auspicious Moon isn’t going unnoticed by people who keep an eye on these things. As we review Blood Moons of the past we can see some interesting events emerge. On the Blood Moon of December 3rd, 2013, Ebola broke out in West Africa. In 2014, on February, Russia moved into Ukraine. Most recently, on June 3rd, Israel started it’s crushing offensive on the Palestinian people.
These events have specific significance for the likes of the dispensationalist Christian prophets of our time; John Hagee, Pat Robertson, Benny Hinn, Kenneth Copeland, et al, all preach from the pages of the Scofield Reference Bible.
Cyrus Scofield (1843—1921) was a lawyer (that should tell you everything) and he had a pretty serious drinking problem, and abandoned his family, forcing his wife to divorce him. Scofield eventually went through a religious conversion of the charismatic variety, thanks to a fellow barrister. He re-married and was born-again. His version of the bible focuses mainly on Genesis and Revelation, with a heavy emphasis on Revelation. Scofield’s bible is the most influential since the King James version. By the start of WWII, his bible had sold over two-million-copies.
One of the key commentaries in the SRB is the notion that Israel needs to be intact as one country, divined by God and given to his chosen people so that the Second Coming could be initiated and the children of Israel would be given one, last opportunity to repent before the gaze of an avenging Christ. If they would not, then God’s wrath would rain down upon them. Of course all the good Christians would be shuttled out of harms way via the rapture. Down below, on Earth, Revelation would unfold and the scourges of the final judgment would be unleashed upon mankind. And right on cue, it is reported that Thomas Eric Duncan died from Ebola (a blood disease) on The Blood Moon. This makes for some juicy, prophetic speculation, but in the underground news world, it was reported that Duncan had passed on Sunday night, early Monday morning and while this is disturbing, in and of itself, it doesn’t have the fear porn factor of crossing over on the eclipsed, Blood Moon and yet, it is supposedly happening, according to the signs that conform to Scofield’s end times script.
We are nearly at the mid-point with Chiron’s journey through Pisces. I have been looking at Chiron in Pisces for a while and it’s one of the major drivers of the meta-reality we’re in. Nothing is as it seems. Jetliners disappear over the South Indian ocean without a trace, only to reappear in a death spiral over Eastern Ukraine. Guys named Jihadi John slice heads for fun and games, all the while sporting perfectly creased execution garb while captured on high-def video, and it’s more reminiscent of a studio set than a desert death pit. Neptune rules all things hopeful and illusory. It is crystalline faith and the crush of delusion all at once.
And so it is with the Thomas Eric Duncan’s passing, which is more illusory mind warp, conforming to the Blood Moon cycle and the hyper-charged revelation program.
While Wikipedia paints a mostly positive and sober, if abridged version of Scofield, the reformer, there are dirty, dirty details to his life, the work of the SRB and the symbolic ramifications are both startling and strange.
One of Scofield’s benefactors, a key promoter in his cliff noted version of the bible, was one George Bannerman Dealy, a 33rd degree Freemason from Dallas. Yes, that same Dallas, where JFK was murdered, in of course, Dealy Plaza. Dallas is just below the 33rd degree parallel. Another one of Scofield’s handlers and benefactors was Lyman Stewart, president of Union Oil and founder of “Biola” University. There were four others, including John J. Ingalls. They called themselves “The Secret Six” and they were all high ranking Freemasons. Scofield would eventually wind up as the minister of The First Congregational Church of Dallas (there’s that city again) where he would fall under the spell of the writings of John Nelson Darby, who was the founder of the “Any Moment Now” school of rapture doctrine. Darby’s ideas would play a large role in Scofield’s annotated bible.
Scofield’s first version of his bible was printed in 1909, when Chiron was in Aquarius. The revised and final copy was printed in 1917, when Chiron was in Pisces. It’s this version of the bible, which is widely in use today.
Perhaps this is not so off topic, but a few weeks back, just before the Ebolamania was about to hit, I was watching Oliver Stone’s, “On Any Given Sunday” his football movie, where he luxuriates in his love of Roman spectacle and large, sweaty men, with anger issues. His pre-game speech to the team, just before their big finale against the DALLAS KNIGHTS is a classic. It’s a compendium of all late Pacino; Devil’s Advocate, Scent Of A Woman, Glen Garry, Glen Ross, a guy at the edge of existence, laughing in the face of the devil, cursing at God. It’s great speech actually, pure Oliver Stone overwriting, but Pacino is the guy that delivers it. The walls of the locker room are splashed with odd, illuminated symbols like an All Seeing Eye atop a pyramid with a flaming sword. The symbol also appears at mid-field. At one point the camera flashes to the symbol on the wall behind Pacino, then it cuts to LL Cool J’s character, who is wearing the number 33, the number of The Sovereign Grand General Inspector. Then the camera cut to Jamie Fox’s character, wearing the number 13, the number of death.
Stone’s symbols on the locker room wall and Knight uniforms gave the film this surreal Templar effect, with of course, Dallas as the backdrop of it all, where JFK was murdered. Stone, the JFK’ophile was reminding us on a subliminal level of Dallas, resting just below the 33rd degree, where on Dealy plaza, named after a 33rd degree Freemason, history, life and time changed forever.
Movies are interesting, especially their timing and placement. They are classically a Piscean art form. The theater is the ritual space that takes place apart from the world, where symbols, archetypes and even inter-dimensional life forms, all fueled by human emotion is cast upon an external screen of our minds. The theater space is a twelfth house location. Film itself is a gelatinous amalgamation of petroleum, an element of Pisces viscous fluidity, stopped down and frozen in time. The timing of certain films or television shows cannot be overlooked, especially in times of a planetary crisis.
For instance, Brad Pitt’s latest movie, “Fury” takes us back to WWII. It happened to be released when both Uranus in Aries (War) and Neptune in Pisces (Film) were both retrograde, so going back into time would be an appropriate set of aspects for a WWII film. Pitt is always good for a cipher read on the times we’re in—so is his partner in crime, Angie Jolie. Pitt plays “War Daddy”, a commander of a tank battalion, caught behind enemy lines. It’s a classic look back that extols the heroism and courage displayed by Americans during the “Great War” which 99% of Americans sign off on without any critical or second thought. While it cements the “official story” of WWII, it also serves as a back drop to the current battle against ISIS/ISIL/IS which translates into America fights the good fight in the face of tyranny, regardless of the odds. In essence, it’s timely propaganda, dressed up in a nostalgic narrative of real men, heroes, and acts of courage from another time.
In an era where the most courageous, white male on the planet manifests as an unabashed cross-dresser or metro-homo-sexual who comes out in the face of so-called social pressure, we have to travel back into time, where Pitt’s testosterone and machismo can exist without the blight of censure or criticism and yet, this version of will and courage are readily summoned in the service of supporting the general spirit of war in our time. War Daddy is a ghost slave conjured up for the marketing of the global death machine driven by the military industrial complex.
Over on TCM, Ted Turner, globalist kingpin’s movie channel, they have inexplicably been showing films that have Black/African themes, just as the first wave of so-called Ebola was breaking. One week, it’s “Zulu Dawn” a classic film from the 60’s, where the English suffered their worst military defeat of all time at the hands of 60,000 Zulu warriors. The next week, it was “Blacula” a truly underrated film starring the great stage actor, William Marshall in the title role. Marshall plays an African prince of sorts, who was infected by a Vampire’s blood, thousands of years ago in Egypt. So in the short course of a week, TCM has managed to run a film about Africans overrunning the fragile outposts of White civilization and a Black African transmitting a virulent blood disease that turns people into the undead.
Timing as they say, is everything.
Meanwhile, under Jupiter in Leo, we have “The Royals” (Leo) and “The Giants” (Jupiter) facing off in the world series–tt should be a good one. Ironically, both teams have a guy named Cain that plays for them. Nothing like a little, biblical sub-narrative, even though Matt Cain is injured and won’t be playing.
So just to wrap up this uber-long and long overdue post, do your very best to stay cool, calm and collected. Know that the cosmic ritual of the changing of the ages is upon us. Stay strong, stay together, stay free.
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Peterson’s Pater Sins
The giant, Red Eye, swiveled and locked in on Adrian Peterson this past week. Peterson, was born on 3/21/85. That’s just one degree off the astrological new -year, aka Aries 1. It’s one of the most powerful degrees of the zodiac. Its pure, undifferentiated will. If you have ever seen Peterson run with a football, you’ll see that degree clearly in action. He is the unstoppable force that very few unmovable objects have been able to deter. He bounced back from a devastating knee injury in record time to run the football almost further than anyone else in one season. And up until last year, Peterson had managed to avoid many of the pitfalls that other players had descended into. There has never been any talk of drugs, recreational or performance based around AP. He was never caught with any guns at the airport. He wasn’t doing tequila shots off stripper’s booties on a lake cruise like some of his former teammates. In essence, AP was pretty clean—until last year.
In the middle of the season, Peterson left the team to attend the funeral of his son. On the surface, this sounds tragic, and it was, but not for the obvious reasons. The boy was just two and had never met Peterson. In fact, he had just recently found out that it was his son; thanks to a paternity test he had to take. The circumstances surrounding the boy’s death are cloudy and charges have been filed, but what we do know, is that there was serious neglect. That death, attending the funeral of a child he never knew and had just recently became aware of was just the first step in Peterson’s strange and very public odyssey.
Just one degree off of his potent Aries Sun is his Moon in Aries at 3 degrees. This is a vital stat. He was born to athlete parents. His father was a gifted basketball player and his mother a state champion track star. And they stayed together, so Peterson was not the product of a broken home, in fact with the Sun/Moon conjunction, at that tight of a degree, it would indicate a closeness between the mother and father and Aries is the sign of the athlete, so we have both mother and father checking in as budding sports stars. However, his father’s hoops dreams were shot down when a gun (Aries) discharged into his thigh, shattering muscle, nerve and bone. When AP was just seven, he witnessed his brother get killed on his bicycle by a drunk driver. He overcame this tragedy by becoming a star, youth football player, coached by his father. And then his father got messed up in a dirty little coke and not just the super tight Sun/Moon conjunction, but also Mercury/Venus in Aries mark money-laundering deal.
Peterson’s chart as well (18 and 20 respectively). And, as we are about see, a very telling conjunction with Black Moon Lilith at 21 degrees Aries with Venus at 20. Adrian Peterson also known as “All Day” by his teammates apparently has at least three separate mothers with at least three different children. When asked about this in the past, Peterson has been cagey, evasive and not that forthcoming, The BML conjunction with Venus would indicate that the shadow of these relationships and women would surface at some point and the unveiling might be quite dark. Enter Uranus. With Uranus in Aries at 15 degrees, it would classify as a classic conjunction with Mercury, Venus and yes, BML. And as it moves backwards, it would have a revelatory impact on Peterson and his life, especially via the media, social or otherwise.
Last week it was revealed that Peterson had punished his five-year-old son so severely (a whoopin as he calls them) that the boy had lacerations and welts all over his lower torso, including his testicles. The pictures were released to the media and once that happened, Peterson was indicted in Texas on charges of child abuse and child endangerment. The photos by law, were not supposed to be released, but here we go again, with the veil between public and private thins beyond our ability to control it. And here is where it gets tricky. I don’t agree with Peterson did, and perhaps such a glaring spotlight is the one thing that might stop his unconscious violence and abuse, because, quite frankly, Peterson was just reenacting the punishment that he received at the hands of his parents, from the velocity of a wooden whip and who knows where this started? Perhaps darkly, in the plowed over fields of a forgotten plantation, but I digress.
Two days after the Vikings had suspended Peterson, they lost, getting their asses kicked, 30-7, the reinstated him. It’s clear that they missed Peterson, who was not just their best player, but also the face of the franchise. It was clearly and crassly and economic move. But it didn’t sit well with sponsors as Raddison pulled their local sponsorship deal with the team. Then governor of Minnesota chimed in and didn’t think he should play. So 24 hours after bringing him back, he’s suspended again. And right on the heels of that, more allegations hit the wire. Mother number three had texts and pics from AP that showed yet another child with injuries. Peterson had disciplined the child in the car. Here is what the texts read. “What happened to his head?” the boy’s mother asked in a text message, according to the report.
Peterson: “Hit his head on the car seat.”
Mother: “How does that happen, he got a whoopin in the car?”
Peterson: “I felt so bad. “But he did it his self.”
Sometimes astrology just has its way. Mercury was in Libra, opposing Peterson’s Mercury/Venus/BML when all of this started. And with Uranus kicking in as well, as part of the transit, this shit was going to come out. And speaking of BML, while Peterson has dodged questions about mothers, paternity and children with as much deft as he’s eluded 250LB men trying to bring him down, it’s come out that he has at least 7 children with 7 different mothers.
There is a special interest group that is starting a petition to keep him from his son and perhaps other children.
Let’s face it, if he was a bus driver for Greyhound, nobody would know and wouldn’t care, but he’s just the latest in the NFL’s high profile blotter sheet, run out in front of the public, the latest sex crime perp paraded out for our condescending shakes of our heads and even worse, bitter words of condemnation and even hate. The saddest part? Peterson isn’t even aware of his transgressions. He admits to everything and is standing by that this was how he was raised. But we also can’t look the other way when we see seven kids with seven mothers, one of which has already died.
It’s like a train wreck of epic proportion in America’s unchecked and unabated love affair with sports, icons, heroes and institutional enabling. Other than his home fried whoopins, Peterson was passed along and feted from school-to-school, team-to-team. That, along with a whole lotta male chi/Aries planets and Peterson is all energy, action and dissemination and we have a man that is acting purely on his instinct and energy with not a lot of conscious awareness of the results it seems. He’s also got a lot of cash, which helps these things along on many levels, but affording a child doesn’t equate with good parenting and it seems as though Peterson has sort of a rotating tour of sorts with his kids.
This is nothing new. The late, Derrick Thomas had eight different children with various mothers. Antonio Cromartie (another Aries) has had twelve different kids with eight different mothers. He finally married Terricka Cason, a TV reality starlet and they’ve had two kids, with twins on the way. So, you can see, there’s an alternative lifestyle here, not unlike BB King or Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, both of whom make Peterson look like a monk of sorts.
Getting back to astrology, Peterson is going through his Saturn Return (of course it’s Scorpio). He’s dealing with how he uses his Scorpionic powers (sex, violence, anger, whoopins legacy) while society Saturn is now doing it’s best to restrain him. Man, does this open up a cultural Pandora’s box or what?
Peterson is now the image of the Mandingo gone rogue, fuckin’ and whoopin’ without regard to consequence or safety. And his owners (yes, the Vikings own his contract) wanted his ass back on the plantation, that was until the owners, owners stepped in and disapproved.
Now the White House is getting involved in all of this NFL messy house cleaning and of course that’s never good thing, because at this point, they’re just Al Sharpton with a much higher security clearance.
In a lot of ways I feel for Adrian Peterson, the boy that was subjected to those whoopins, the young boy who saw his brother die before his eyes and watched his father go to jail. He’s a byproduct of all of that and he needs to stop before he hurts one of those children—for their sake and his. And it’s unfortunate that it’s the public, the Eye Of Horus (now you know what it means) that is the one that sees all and judges all summarily through the collective aggregation of guilt, anger, special interest, Twitter and cell phones. But ironically, it’s not getting us any closer. We’re not asking uncomfortable questions about ethnicity, double and triple standards, genetic memory and the whole notion of the family in the 21st century. All we’ll get is headlines, 140 characters of noise and virtual judgment.
Ironically, Peterson was born in Palestine, Texas and as many of us know, Palestine (the other one) is ground zero for the violence and abuse of children.
Bless the beasts and the children.
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Posted by: admin in Aquarius, Astrology, Awakening Dreamers, Capricorn, tags: Africa, Atlanta, CDC, Ebola, Global Plague, Kent Brantly, s, Samaritan's Purse, Uranus In Aries
SPECIAL CONTRIBUTION BY KIMBERLY KIDD
Ebola hemorrhagic fever is a contagious disease originating in Africa. The disease is caused in humans by four of the five shepherd’s crook-shaped viruses in the Ebolavirus genus. The virus causes fever and headache in early stages but can lead to hemorrhaging, liver failure and kidney failure. Ebola is fatal in 50 to 90 percent of the cases of those infected. Due to the high mortality rate, Ebola virus is labeled as a Category A bioweapon. This places Ebola in the category among diseases such as anthrax and the plague. Ebola shares with them, similar mortality rates, ease of transmission or dissemination, and the potential to cause panic and a major public health crisis.
For the past forty years, random, isolated, outbreaks of Ebola would infect between ten and one hundred people. Once a person develops symptoms, the time between onset and incapacitation is brief, which previously contributed to the containment of the disease. Standard infectious disease protocols in hospitals were thought to be enough to prevent health care workers from being infected. This outbreak is different. It’s the largest ever recorded. At the time of this writing, more than 700 people are dead in the three small West African states of Sierra Leone, Liberia, and Guinea. More than 1300 people are infected. The already inadequate healthcare and government systems in these nations are failing to contain the disease.
Dr. Kent Brantly, age 33, is an American missionary who contracted Ebola while fighting the disease in Liberia. After displaying symptoms of the disease, he has returned to the US for treatment. For the first time, on August 2, 2014, at 11:20AM EDT, infecting the body of a native American, Ebola arrived on American soil. If this events and surrounding circumstances can be distilled, they contain the essence of the planetary energies active at that moment.
Here is the chart for this event:
Jupiter is in the 10th house. The 10th house itself belongs to Capricorn, home of large corporations, doctors, and fame. Jupiter rules the religious world, the national religion, priests, banks, foreign countries, travel, and wealth. As these energies manifest, news headlines are giving public recognition to a missionary laboring in foreign fields, employed by a large religious corporation, Samaritan’s Purse. Money is flowing, the World Health Organization (WHO) has announced $100 million in funding for their plan to address the “persistent threat” of the virus. The day after Dr. Brantly arrived in the US, the World Bank committed $200 million in emergency loans for Guinea, Liberia and Sierra Leone.
Uranus, who rules unusual people and new acquaintances is in Aries, and in the 7th house, which is associated with Libra, the sign of relationships. Libra is also the ascendant. As Aries is involved, decisions are being made at the top, and issued as directives, without any discussion. Uranus in the 7th means relationships are forming that are sudden, unstable, and irritating to those involved. We begin to fear strangers. The U.S. Centers for Disease Control (CDC) is sending 50 staff to West Africa, to advise health officials on controlling the disease. In March, the NIH awarded a $28 million grant to create a collaboration between the fifteen institutions who are studying treatment and prevention of Ebola. Tense relationships among local physicians and outsiders are to be expected. Forced collaboration among institutions who are normally competitors for resources is unlikely to be pleasant.
Among the population in the US, outcry was expressed as a fear storm in social-media, as Donald Trump tweeted his displeasure at bringing infected Americans back to the US. Normal relationships become stilted, strained, broken or distant, as people cope with suddenly being thrown together in unlikely alliances and uncomfortable situations with strange new people. Normal relations are suspended. A US travel warning was issued on July 31, advising against “nonessential” travel to Liberia, Guinea, and Sierra Leone. Nigeria is screening all airport passengers. British Airways has cut off the regularly scheduled flights between Britain and Sierra Leone and Liberia. The United Arab Emirates official airline, no longer flies to Guinea, and two African airlines, Arik and Asky are not flying to Liberia or Sierra Leone at this time. Alternative news media are reporting that the US border is too permeable, and “leaked documents” state dozens of people from Ebola-infected nations have been caught illegally crossing into the US.
Even as headlines advise, “Ebola virus…Here’s why you don’t need to panic,” The world is frightened. Margaret Chan, director-general of the WHO stated, “If the situation continues to deteriorate, the consequences can be catastrophic in terms of lost lives but also severe socioeconomic disruption and a high risk of spread to other countries.”
With such strong influence of Aquarius, and it’s ruling planet, Uranus, there are bound to be some new experiments, as Uranus rules the laboratory. The National Institutes of Health (NIH) now has plans to launch the phase one clinical trial of the Ebola vaccine as early as Fall, 2014, and if Big Pharma agrees, production of the vaccine will ramp up, and the vaccine will be available in 2015 to at-risk health workers.
Pluto is in the 4th house in Capricorn, opposing Venus in the 10th house, the house of Capricorn. This is potentially, the most malevolent set of aspects in the chart. it speaks of concealed activities that have bearing upon life and death, and don’t respect the rules or customs of polite society. Ponderous burdens placed upon people by corporations. Dark elements that roam at night, organized criminals (Big Pharma).
The bat, a creature of the night, is a very Plutonian symbol. The bat is thought to be the natural “reservoir” of the Ebola disease. The fruit bat is where the virus is present when unobserved or hidden, when there is no outbreak among humans. Bats are thought to be immune. Bats transmitting a disease to humans? It sounds like a novel in the vampire genre. Indeed, Pluto rules vampires too, and the people dying from Ebola look like they might be starring in a role in such a drama, as blood hemorrhages from every orifice.
The 4th house is associated with Cancer, that rules the homeland. It’s here at home where Pluto’s hidden activity is taking place. While everything appears civil, with Venus up in the 10th, in the public eye, secret organizations form closer relationships with government and Pluto is forcing us to transform our home through death and rebirth.
Monkeys are also carriers of the disease, but, like humans, suffer a high mortality rate. In areas of the world where Ebola outbreaks have happened, people commonly consume primates, even butchering carcasses found dead. Bats are caught fresh and made into a spicy stew. Ebola can also infect dogs and pigs. Pigs may suffer symptoms, but dogs may remain asymptomatic. With Pluto in the 4th house, even our domesticated animals can be participants in fostering the danger.
Pluto also rules secrets and all that is hidden. Until August 4th, 2014, treatment for Ebola only consisted of supportive therapy, such as oral rehydration and intravenous fluids, and other treatments to suppress or ameliorate symptoms. Both of the missionaries who were infected were given a highly experimental drug called Zmapp, referred to by the media a “mystery serum,” or a “secret serum,” that had previously only been tested on monkeys. This was so unusual that even the WHO spokesman, Gregory Hartl, stated that medical professionals, “cannot start using untested drugs in the middle of an outbreak, for various reasons.”
The process of creating this serum involves producing antibodies to Ebola by exposing mice to portions of the virus. The antibodies produced by the mice were harvested and used to treat the missionaries. An alternate procedure includes the antibodies being placed into tobacco plant cells, via bacteria. The plant creates antibodies that are then extracted, purified, and administered to the patient intravenously.
Of course, there is criticism of the method. The primary problem being that the process of changing these genes into human cells is not yet perfect. A chain is made among a deadly virus, mice, bacteria, tobacco, and humans. At several stages, the procedures can go awry, with unpredictable consequences.
Pluto is strong in this chart, with Mars and Saturn, in the 2nd house, in Scorpio, which is ruled by Pluto. The second house, associated with Taurus, has concerns about the physical body, and accumulation of resources. This speaks of Mars’ aggressive battles for funding, aggressive disease, and Saturn’s slow progress. Sierra Leone has deployed troops to impose quarantine. Families there have forcibly removed patients from hospitals. It has taken months for these steps to be taken. Here, martial law will be quickly imposed when an ill person emerges from the general population.
Venus is in Cancer in the 10th house. This speaks of the doctor’s public return to beloved home. Venus also governs women’s issues. Interesting that estrogen receptor drugs appear to be a viable pathway in the treatment of Ebola. Over 90 percent of mice treated with such drugs survived infection and treatment.
Mercury in this chart has only negative aspects. Solutions don’t come through rational means here. Much confusion among public officials, random tweets from celebrities, and public misinformation cloud any logical consideration of issues at hand. Measures are impulsive, spur-of-the moment, and stop-gap.
Amazingly, Neptune appears to have only positive aspects in the chart. Neptune, in Pisces, the sign it rules, in the 5th house, the house of Leo. Neptune has positive aspects to Mars, Saturn, and Pluto. All of these forces could possibly work in concert with one another, as they each make their aspect to Neptune. With Neptune’s placement in Leo, it also provides hope for the children who will face this crisis. Neptune rules large institutions, where the self is dissolved through the process of mortification, where experiences can be summarized in the common threads woven through the collective unconscious, such as, “We are all human.” To prevent this arrival of Ebola from being the harbinger of doom for America, Neptune brings a simple solution: Direct our strength, our systems, our struggle toward being fully human. We need only to recognize the humanity in others, in any form the other appears: In the midst of their suffering, or beneath their disguise. We will all be served if each one serves himself last.
Kimberly Kidd comes from a long line of spiritual servants and ecclesiastical traditions and is adding astrology to her universal ministry, symbolized by her North Node in Aquarius.
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Marching out of the firmament of the past
The term “false flag” has become a buzz phrase in the Vox Populi, from 9/11 to Sandy Hook. Whenever an event comes along to hijack our attention, the false flag is unfurled. Another name for a “false flag” is “ruse de guerre” or a “ruse of war.” It has its origins at sea, when ships would fly a false flag so that an approaching ship wouldn’t think it would be the vessel of an enemy. Only when they would get close, would they realize at some point, invariably too late, that they had been fooled.
Here we see Neptune emerge as the false flag has it’s origins at sea and of course, it conforms to Neptune’s more stereotypical definitions of being illusory, duplicitous and untrustworthy. So when we explore the nature of an event as a false flag, we are literally and figuratively diving into the murky waters of Neptune.
When we attempt to dissect current events like both Malaysia flights, the conflict in Ukraine and even 9/11, we eventually run into the trident, Poseidon’s scepter and all of the Neptunian imagery that goes along with it. Are we being given clues? Is the nature of Neptune being revealed as the false flags themselves? Hidden in plain sight? Perhaps the medium is the message.
One-hundred-years ago today, WWI officially began when Germany declared war on France and Great Britain declared war on Germany.
WWI itself, was started by a false flag, as Archduke Ferdinand was felled by one shot, his beloved Sophie, by another, from the revolver of Gavrilo Princip. Princip was a member of ‘The Black Hand” a small group of Serbian anarchists.
Another member of The Black Hand was Nedeljko Čabrinović, who threw a hand grenade beneath the open air car that Ferdinand and Sophie were traveling in.
Čabrinović was an angry young man who had been abused by his father and then kicked out of his own house. Let’s just say his hatred of his father might have been transferred to the Duke, but we’re getting just a bit ahead of ourselves. Čabrinović was an Aquarius (of course) and he was born on February 2nd, Astrologically and ironically Srđa Popović, one of the leaders of Otpor, also Serbian, also a revolutionary, has his birthday on February 1st. Popović and Otpor have been the radical engines behind most of the color revolutions and various springs over the past three years.
But we’re here to explore not just though the nature of false flags, but how they are not limited to external events, things that exist outside of ourselves. Today, we look at how we perpetrate them upon ourselves.
A false flag on a personal level is when we are not authentic and true to the core principals of who we are. It’s when we raise another flag to others, presenting ourselves in ways that disingenuous and flying a false face. We do it all the time and when we do, we are performing a psychological operation on ourselves. It’s subtle and insidious. But what are we really doing? We are participating in form of self-sabotage. These are the nasty roots of denial and this is why large scale false flags work. This is why through the methodology of traumatic conditioning, usually on a personal level, the large operations work. People default to the party line because they have consigned to raising a false flag as a form of either survival or a psychopathological tactic, because if one assumes a false flag or a false face, they can further a personal agenda. This is all too evident in the corporate world.
It’s interesting to note that flags and flag symbolism play a significant role in the Sabian Symbols;
0 Cancer: On A Ship The Sailors Lower An Old Flag And Raise A New One.
25 Virgo: A Flag At Half-Mast In Front Of A Public Building.
11 Sagittarius: A Flag Turns Into An Eagle; The Eagle Into A Chanticleer Saluting The Dawn.
25 Sagittarius: A Flag Bearer In A Battle.
17 Capricorn: The Union Jack Flag Files From A British Warship.
8 Aquarius: A Flag Is Seen Turning Into An Eagle.
It’s interesting that I would have an interest in this subject since two of my aspects are represented in these symbols, particularly Cancer 0, where my Mars is.
With Chiron in Pisces, we are all dealing with this deep and personal piece inside of ourselves. When we run a flag up the pole that others will interpret as friendly, when our more natural inclinations are shelved and hidden, what happens to us when we do? We are not accessing the shadow and the hidden gift of Chiron itself.
This is a very powerful time as Chiron retrograde (moving backwards) is in trine with Saturn in Scorpio. If we can view this dynamic from a psychological perspective, Chiron retrograde is like a receding tide that reveals what’s hidden under the surface of things. While the presiding and overall feeling might be one of being raw and naked, Saturn in Scorpio provides an opportunity to re-build our foundation at a deeper level, one that is both potentially integrated on a psychological level and, even deeper at a soul level, because Scorpio, although feared does represent regeneration and Saturn a form of accomplishment.
One of my new, favorite shows, is “Naked And Afraid.” I can’t think of a better, more contemporary example of this Chiron/Saturn combination. Let’s take a closer look.
On the show, two strangers meet each other in nature and yes, they are naked. This is an allegorical trip through time as the first man and first woman aka Adam and Eve re-appear in our consciousness. The two, naked survivors tap into not just our primal mind, the frontal lobe, but our mythopoetic connections to Genesis. Pisces is the pure, uncut, connection to source. It was the all that was and is until Man and Woman, exerted their will and incarnated with the perceived loss of their connection with source. This is Aries and we are getting ahead of ourselves.
So the naked strangers must confront their shame and then re-connect with the wild of nature or the physical emanation of source on the planet. They invariably get reduced to merely surviving. In extreme conditions, they must huddle together, their naked bodies providing whatever warmth possible, so they engage in a fairly deep form of intimacy, and yet they don’t engage in sex. The survival and heat is Scorpio, the sexless bit is Saturn. In one episode, the man in the couple was a Mormon and he refused to even get close to this partner. Talk about Saturn in Scorpio.
The show strips away through vulnerability, transforms and rebuilds. That’s the algorithm for the current Chiron/Saturn trine. It’s a metaphor, but if you’re feeling naked and afraid in your own life, the key to getting through it all, is survival baby. Saturn and Scorpio make you tougher, while tenderizing your soul. You can get through this, you can survive.
The bevy of retrograde planets at the back end of the solar system takes us back into time. Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and Chiron are all wheeling in reverse and like a celestial, temporal flux, we whirl back to the morning of August 4th, 1914, where the first shots of the first world were fired.
Obviously the Sun was in Leo, but there was something going on then that presaged not just the passing of an era, but birth of a dark, new age.
As we look back on August 4th, 1914, at 6AM, Liege, Belgium, we can see the passing of the aristocracy, the setting Sun of the dynastic families of the Hapsburgs and the Romanovs is in the 12th House, coming to a cycle of completion. Opposite the Sun is Uranus and Jupiter in Aquarius, conjunct, in the 6th House. Aquarius opposite the Sun is the coming age. It’s the age or modernity, of industrialization and socialization. In the 6th House, it is the house of the proletariat. This is the cosmic equation of revolution, radicalization and overthrow.
In a few, short years, the Hapsburg dynasty would be destroyed, their Austro-Hungarian empire in ruins, their assists stripped and taken for reparations. Shortly thereafter, the Romanovs would be killed by Bolsheviks and the transformation of Europe would be nearly complete. The monarchies of the 18th and 19th centuries were eliminated or hiding-in-plain site behind the curtain of the emerging states.
It’s a chart based on opposition, both Cardinal and Fixed. The Moon in Capricorn opposing Neptune and Mercury in Cancer adds layers of obfuscation and if the setting Sun of the royals is descending, the rising of the Capricorn Moon augurs the ascent of a new ruling class, one not necessarily tied to tradition. It’s an aristocracy based on the ability acquire power through subtle means (The Moon) via corporate agencies. The cool and detached Cap Moon opposes the sentimentality of Mercury and Neptune in Cancer, also descending, looking backwards towards a passing era in the dusty nostalgia of noblesse oblige.
In the 11th House, Saturn and Pluto conjoin as a force to be reckoned with, but with the Mars square of both Pluto and Saturn, it’s violence and the destruction of antiquities, protocols and tradition with he volcanic rise of intellectualism, the collective and the new age.
But what’s really interesting about this chart is Pisces in Chiron, nearly at the degree it’s out now 16/18. The same energy that ripped Europe out of it’s innocence, leaving millions naked and afraid is flowing through the tributaries of time to the present.
Today, at Liege, Europe’s modern royalty were present; Merkel, Cameron, William, Kate as they raised the dead and channeled the chaos of the past, citing the travesties of Ukraine and Palestine and how these false flag conflagrations should serve as a reminder that all is not well and the demons of obliteration and desecration lie just beyond their safe European homes. Theirs was a looking forward into future where Europe would have to stand strong, as one, united front. Sometimes I can’t believe that they can actually believe these lines in their scripted lives, the charade of public service, masquerading as servants of the common good. In due time, like the castaways on the Naked And Afraid, they too will at some point, have to come to grips with the extreme vulnerability of their tenuous and very mortal, positions.
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No field of dreams
The tears streamed down Jim’s face in the white-hot, Central, Texas Sun in small rivers, not rivulets. It was a flash flood, reminiscent of the torrential downpours in these parts. Texas is a Capricorn state with a Capricorn Moon. When it rains (Cancer) it pours, both within and without.
Mixed with sweat, it was a co-mingling of the essential, emotional fluids that run through everything, from Cacti and geckos to frustrated athletes. He’s a stoic-type, a Taurus, and not given to even mild displays of emotion.
Jim is just ten.
This happened on Saturday.
His saline flush was caused by the fact that he had dropped not one, but three balls in the span of one inning during a game. He was benched, but there was something deeper going on, something disturbing his field and he wasn’t the only boy on my son’s team who exploded into some sort emotional blister pop. My own son was decidedly heavy. Gone was the fire from the past games where he battled on every pitch and for a few, brief weeks, became the heart and soul of the team.
Sometimes we take for granted that people, especially children are limited frames of reference for non-local consciousness. Halfway around the world, children their age are losing life and limbs in places like Afghanistan and Palestine thanks to mortars, shells and drones. Jupiter in Leo will bring us the celebration of the child, but also show us where their tears bleed into the Sun.
Chaos theory presupposes that a butterfly fluttering it’s wings in China leads to a thunderstorm in Kenya. If we are truly connected, we can feel the anguish and the pain of people we have never met or ever will. Children might be the most accessible actually when it comes to this. As I watched Jim’s uncontrollable unleashing of his sadness and grief, he seemed to be tapping into something bigger, like the wonderful lies we love to tell ourselves.
We played at a complex called, “The Field Of Dreams” one of many outposts of semi-rural baseball that have been built by entrepreneurs capitalizing on the powers of emotion and memory, with the advent of tournament season where they operate like a small ballpark. We pay to get in. We pay to have our kids play. We pay $3.00 for Gatorade. They’re all over the place out here.
We have the luxury of telling ourselves that this matters or is meaningful in some way. Maybe our kids have fun—maybe they don’t’. When it’s close to 100 degrees, not even oceanic amounts of sports drinks will beat back the brutality of the mid-day-Sun. Back in the old days, The Field Of Dreams was where vagabond cattle came to die. Late July and August isn’t kind in Texas.
But here we are sitting in our plastic chairs, cheering our kids on, putting up with the usual and expected vagaries of teams and events such as these, keeping our mouths shut and doing our best to be awkwardly and conspicuously polite., because I know that in Texas, you can’t trust people. I know it’s a very broad, Texas –sized generalization, but it’s true. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person and there’s a very good chance it will get back and even distorted to the person one is talking about. Its how discussing issues gets turned into gossip, which in turn gets real toxic, real fast. So people keep their mouths shut—not out of respect—but out of fear.
In Gaza, it’s a lot more serious. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person and you could find yourself in an IDF cell under the threat of suspicion and terror. The stakes are higher, a lot, but the results are similar; a prison of the mind forged out of mistrust masquerading as etiquette or political protocol. Whatever the case, as the Field Of Dreams’ astroturf is a simulacra for the Agrarian Age of America, a synthetic splotch of geometry and proportion, it is also a replicant of what once was and never will be again, our innocence lost and repackaged as a network of polymers that are vacuumed, not cut. Our sentimentality is an obscene luxury at times, especially now. How can we celebrate our own progeny while other children not too unlike our own are being bombed back into the Stone Age. Hopefully, this Jupiter run will bring it to light and not in some kind of fucked up way where children are being moved around and pushed to borders to grab headlines and fat ass tax dollars. The real children there are pawns in a cynical game of community organizing at a global level, paid in full by your tax dollars, just like the death from the skies in Palestine, printed by US and then BORROWED from the same people, at interest. Yeah, sit with that one for a while. It’s not the literal price we pay for our freedom, but the high cost of manufacturing the illusion to keep it on life-support.
I’ll be posting more frequently. It’s time.
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Back in the nineties, I managed an apartment building in Oakland on the edge of the hood. Most of my tenants were black and it was during the days when Tupac was doing time and Ice-T was rapping about killing cops, versus playing one on TV. Crack was as common as Comet and the Gumby fade was considered a legit look. Bill Hicks was still alive or wasn’t Alex Jones quite yet. OJ rode a pale white horse into the apocalypse, down the LA Freeway.. His buddy, the late Bobby Kardashian was siring big-assed-distractions for the future. My first day on the job, the Simi Valley cops went free and Reginald Denny was beaten within an inch of his life.
I saw a lot shit go down in that building. I heard the moans of ancient desires and the cries of modern-day-frustrations. My neighbor was a teen stripper with a six-month-old and who knows what else. I played ball in West Oakland and at the JCC, where a guy went to his car one day one day to fetch a piece and take care of some business. One day, one of my pregnant tenants started gushing blood in her apartment and then the hallway. I cleaned the dried blood in her bathroom while she was in the hospital. Down the street, a guy was shot dead in a garage.
Never a dull moment.
And while things weren’t easy for anyone, myself included, there was never a sense of blame being passed around like a filthy bong. I never got the feeling that I or my gene pool was responsible for the dire state of the world and the shitty conditions of peoples drama filled lives. If that was the case, it was never brought to my attention. When I walked down the street, I looked the other guy in the eye and acknowledged them. This was one of the most powerful things I learned from my time there. There was no hiding. You either had the respect to do it or be sniffed out in a hurry as someone that couldn’t be trusted. When I moved to Marin County, three-years-later, no one looked me in the eye and dipped their head in acknowledgement. There might have been a hint of desperation in the hood, but there wasn’t any fear.
Fast forward, it’s 2014 and everyone is looking for a target, because we’re all waking up and when that occurs, people begin to realize that not only has their cheese been moved, but they’ve been eating fake cheddar laced with low levels of strychnine all along. It’s enough to make you weak enough and barely able work, but never strong enough to resist. When the walls come tumbling down, everyone is on the prowl for blame.
In 2009, when Pluto went into Capricorn, it set the rise of titanic, monolithic structures in motion. The corporacratic state was born. It took a few years and a couple of dual agents acting as president to get it rolling, but right now, here it is, a troubling sense of vendetta and blood lust, masquerading as some form of social justice, poetic or otherwise.
George Bush and his neocon cronies, the ones that invaded Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan, in that order, played the role of the contemptible, rich, white, fat-cat males, who could take a dump anywhere they wanted, at any time, without any regard to whose backyard they were crapping in. As long as those suitcases filled with Federal Reserve notes passed through the hands of “contractors” to the local chieftains or corrupt officials, no one said a damned thing. Bush, both of him, mugged his way through eight-years of inflicting pain, alternately acting like a brain addled fool and a bone chilling psychopath. He reminded me of that Star Trek episode where Capt. Kirk experienced a transporter malfunction and came back as two Kirks, one passive, the other, dangerously violent. Bush was exactly the same except that he had some kind of weird thing attached to his back, like a servo motor that controlled his speech.
He was the darling of the Mega-Church-goers, most of whom hated Islam, because, well, it wasn’t Christian (or white) and they liked the Jews better, because John Hagee, Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson told them too. But it was their last hurrah, the last call for latest incarnation of the crusades. BTW, Pope Urban issued the first crusade in 1095, when Uranus was in Aries, roughly 17-19 degrees, which we will hit next year. As we approach those degrees, we can hear the ancient clash of northern steel versus crescent scimitars. ISIS rises in Iraq and the ghosts of Palestine stir in Solomon’s temple. Baphomet roams the Earth masquerading as a hundred scapegoats. It’s the whites, the blacks, the browns, the yellows, the reds, the pinks and the rainbows. It’s the 1% or the Tea Party. It’s fembot bitches in framed glasses and knee high leather boots. It’s the pissy blondes that won’t give it up. It’s the Jews.
Pluto in Capricorn is the sign of the times, the celestial sacrifice and everyone has a group at the top of their hit list. What’s sad for me though, is that I grew up in San Jose, Ca, in the 1970′s with kids of every color and stripe. We played ball together, smoked J’s together, fought over rock versus disco together and it was all good. There wasn’t the underlying tension of these times. It wasn’t perfect, but we got along and mostly dug each other. Now, there’s a serious fucking witch hunt taking place on Terra and it’s dangerous–very dangerous.
Instead of Bushes “white privilege” and his Caucasus enablers, we’re dealing with Obama and the shifting terror threat, from names unpronounceable, dark skinned and turban wrapped, to guys named Jerad, Adam, Elliot and James. It’s no longer the jihadist extremist, it’s the Anglo American who is the naked prey, which automatically ups the level of suspicion considerably, since there’s a lot more versions of Jerad Miller, running around, at least superficially.
But here’s the problem with the musky scent of blood lust lingering in the air of Summer, 2014; With everyone looking for someone to pay the price of their psychic bondage, it takes us further and further away from true, unity consciousness. This is a Babylonian death trip with Hammurabi on meth and social media’s gallery of rogues. It does us no good. Cheek turning Christians might actually be to blame as they somehow crossed forgiveness with denial once they got two weeks paid and full dental, but we’re past the point of spearing the heart of the beast. The beast is ubiquitous and floating through at least six dimensions of consciousness. But We cannot let it tear us apart, because that’s the plan. Slag Christianity all you want, but in the realm of divine, all inclusive consciousness, we are one. This is what Sananda Emmanuel taught. We don’t need a fat bank account or a fraternity of helpers currying favors when we fall into error.
Beyond the judgement, in the realm of pure love, we are one and in the flesh, we are being split asunder by the dark lords of resentment and revenge. Our only chance to survive the days ahead lies in our ability to see past the divisive game that most of us are merely pawns in. Perhaps it’s the Neptunian dissolve into the mystic as one, psychically integrated and psychologically sophisticated species versus revolt that will save our asses, but to get there, we have to love fearlessly and forgive repeatedly. Perhaps that’s asking a lot for right now, but I’ll tell you what the resolution is, if we can’t or won’t go there; “The Singularity.” The Singularity is when machine intelligence surpasses human intelligence and there is a sort synthesis between the two. Carbon and silicon become one, with silicon on top of course. If we can’t get it together, then the machines and Ray Kurzweil will do it for us. Who do you trust; the fallible humans or the robotic other?
I’ll be back on the air again, doing a radio show/podcast every Monday, at 12 NOON, CST on BlogTalk Radio. It’s called, Eleventh House Radio” and it will be two hours of astrology, tarot, teaching, current events and live reading. I’m really looking forward to this next chapter, incorporating other traditions in a truer, eleventh houser fashion. Catch me with my first (new) show tomorrow.
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Going, going, gone.
The synthetic blood has barely dried and we’re of to another shooting, then another, then another. Elliot Rodger, we were just getting to know you and whaddya know, your fifteen minutes of infamy were stolen by the infinitely scarier Jerad Miller in Las Vegas via Lafayette, Indiana, where he had a Wiccan wedding with his dead-eyed bride, Amanda. Poor girl, every one of her Facebook pictures is marked by a grim melancholia that suggests that bad things had been happening to her most of her life. In the post below, she poses mournfully with two copies of LaVey’s satanic bible. Did I ever mention that I went to junior high with LaVey’s niece? She was pretty damned cute and carried around a paperback copy of LaVey’s book. In art class, she was always drawing funny looking symbols. But I digress.
Elliot is going down, down, down, the memory hole, supplanted by some freedom spouting, meth-snorting, joker from the Midwest. I’m sure his parents are well pleased. The super villain arrived just in time to make Elliot yesterday’s news, fading to gray.
Our attention has been abducted yet again and this time, it’s serious. Jerad Miller must have spouted every major, anti-government touch point in the SPLC manual. Chemtrails; Check. Fluoride; Check. Vaccines; Check. Gun Control; Check. New World Order; Check. Barack Obama; Check. Cops; Check. I’m surprised he didn’t throw in Montauk, The Philadelphia Experiment, Roswell, Hitler in Argentina, and Paul McCartney while he was at it. He even managed to make a cameo at the Bundy place. Puts the whole Bundy operation in a slightly different light–doesn’t it? It’s all there and fully fleshed out. From his FB profile, to his youtube channel, he’s the ultimate patsy. And whatever went down in Las Vegas, it will be remembered as the day that they drove a stake right through the solar plexus of America.
It’s important, again, to take note, that this and the other, satellite events such as Portland and Seattle, along with Isla Vista, have all taken place during the month of Gemini. It’s a sad time, dragging us further into the irreconcilable duality of what America was and has become. It used to be just a left/right divide, but that split has cracked and fissured into a mass fragmentation; men vs women, white vs black, left vs right, red vs blue, and straight vs gay.
Facebook is the news crawl for the front screen projection of glamour and I sit back and stare as I watch friends post articles on how the internet is dominated by freaks posting articles on chemtrails and 911. It’s all due to the sick and twisted minds of the people that support these deadly lies–all thanks to Jerad Miller and his trauma bride.
On Friday’s show, I talked about the war of perception that was taking place and (this was pre-Vegas) and how the battle was being waged on psychological terms, to create the conditions for broad, sweeping changes, while also drastically altering minds through mass programming. It’s a truly sad state of affairs, when brothers and sisters are inches from one another’s throats with dangerously sharp objects. I travel into the forbidden zone at times and am witnessing hate at the highest levels. There are so called enlightened people out there, ones who think they possess a higher, moral perspective and they would be just fine if anyone that’s white, Christian, gun-owning, or government questioning would wind up in a prison camp and then leave the living to the “sane” and “rational” rest of the populace. Yes, it’s that bad. We are trending towards a social conflict, the likes we have never seen and the goat footed balloon man whistles far and wee.
In the subtle realms of dark angels and astral vampires, energy is the manna of their existence and the angrier, more hateful and divisive, the better. Since Sunday, they’ve been lapping up etheric smoothies, supercharged with vitriol and contempt, growing larger and more powerful with every condemnation and curse. Maybe this is why the white magician, Butler-Yeats said, “The worst are filled with passionate intensity, while the best lack all conviction.”
In the days that followed the Vegas event, I found myself questioning my life, my path and my colleagues in the realms of consciousness, liberation, art and magic, those of us who came here expressly for this time. I’ve given great thought about what appears to be the nexus of our callings and the meat of our missions. We have arrived, finally at the cultural Rubicon and now, uncomfortably, fit the costume-ready profile of the extremist, the flesh and blood markers of society, the Brahmin of extreme belief. We have become the heretics of our time, and in an ironic twist, the new Jews. June 8th, 2014, will go down in history as the day the world split and fractured into a divide so deep, that it would take even more chaos and of course a superman to save the day. We’re not that far off from that by the way.
Time and history leave their own clues, patterns of novelty and synchronous events that can be shockingly epiphantic (Yep, I made that up). Back in 1861, on June 8th, Tennessee, seceded from the Union. Yeah, redneck, trouble-making, white-trash, motherfucking-devils! On June 8th, 1949, a guy by the name of George Orwell had a little book called, “1984″ published. In 1967, The USS Liberty was attacked by the Israelis, three days into the six-day-war. A year later, on June 8th, 1968, Bobby Kennedy was lowered into his grave. Interesting events eh?
On Friday, we’ll have the Sagittarian Full Moon staring down upon us. It’s a Moon of brazen emotionality and not well suited for compromise or denial. It can range from positively enthusiastic, to rabidly zealous. In trine with Uranus, sextiling Mars, most people will be convinced they’re right and that their version of truth is the truest. Look for frothy mouthed-pundits foaming and fulminating all over their points of view like red-eyed and rabid beasts. Shit goes down on Fridays too–especially things they want to bury over the weekend with all those important games. For the likes of me and you, don’t sleep on this Full Moon–it’s got some juice. If you can laugh and crack a really good joke in the face of all of this plastic chaos and emotional cannibalism, well, you might just pass a very serious, spiritual test. Sometimes you can sneak a sparkler into the dark night of the soul.
I don’t have a prescription beyond that. The days to come are sure to be weird, something like a cross between The Wiemar Republic, Nero’s Rome, Nimrod’s Babylon and Lincoln’s America. But if I were pressed, I would suggest that you do not get drawn into debates and certainly don’t try to convince people that you’re right. If you want to continue to awaken and enlighten, you’d better be sharp, use some humor and a helluva lot of creativity. Steer clear of being didactic and threatening, because there’s a quantum slipstream of grace that you can travel on without having to directly engage. Remember, the “other side” needs push back in order to be validated. How can that happen when you are there and then you’re not?
It almost seems like we are up against some type of alien intelligence or mastermind machine that has either traveled ahead in time and is sculpting reality in reverse or has so many variables plotted out, that everything is just a reduction of the most common potential events to occur. If that’s the case, well, it’s going to take something we’ve never done before on this or any other world and the crazy thing is, is that none of us really know what it is–yet.
In astrology, the sextile is activated when action takes place. You get the gift of the sextile, but it doesn’t come easy like the trine. The sextile takes courage to initiate and activate. When Mars FINALLY moves into Scorpio, on the 27th of July, it will sextile Pluto and offer up scenarios of both courage and faith on the collective level. Mars in Scorpio is deeply regenerative. Individual acts of courage, facing down the tyrants in your own life, of your own creation, can be the holographic playground where we can re-shape the explicate order. The real battle won’t take place with slogans or guns, but your own mind and consciousness–now we’re talking next level.
Don’t let it get you too down, remember, it’s Gemini. Be unpredictable, have some fun and mess with the machine.
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