It’s been at least, three, maybe four years now, since we’ve all been feeling like the other shoe is about to drop. What’s that all about? Why have many of us been living our lives in some form of suspended animation? Why do most of us couch our hopes, dreams and wishes in some sort of calculated version of a very uncertain future? Oh sure, the ascensionists don’t have any qualms about the future at all, that is until their denial cannot hold up the fortress walls of their delayed expectations any longer. When that happens, all the darkness rushes in like icy black rivers pouring over the sandbags of their dream like encampments, unaware of their shadowy, emotional tides. When that happens all Hell breaks loose. Well, it occurred to me the other day that the reason why many of us feel this way, like we are on the verge of something cataclysmic or catastrophic is because we are officially in purgatory. We are not quite in Hell just yet and the promise of Heaven seems obscured by the heavy weight of this world. We are in a holding pattern, doing the best we can to raise kids, make love, balance the end of days against our 401K’s, counting each decimal to how much it will cost to live when we cannot do it for ourselves any longer. some of us do our best avoid dangerous foods, dodge the little plagues and breath moderately fresh air and clean water. It’s worse elsewhere. Make no mistake about it. If you think we have it bad here, you’re not seeing the big picture, not even close.
I have had this fascination with Chiron lately. A few posts back, I likened Chiron to False Flags and why they occur as they are an outgrowth of our inability to live authentically, and in that instance, others decide to imprint a reality upon us, usually based on some sort of crisis and an excuse for conflagration or the outright theft of resources and rights. Lately, over the past week, I have seen this manifestation of Chiron as the state of purgatory itself, the fluidic field of judgment, replete with all of our thoughts and actions, swirling in a miasmic ocean of karmic retribution and drastic outcomes.
When we deal with Pisces, we are immersed in the totality of all things. Most of the time, we hope (a very Piscean notion) that it is the spiritual, soul cleansing, deeply compassionate, cathartic and joyous version where our troubles are lifted from us by the great hand of grace and we are born again, renewed with eyes that see the truth, hearts that love and a tongue that will take no quarter when it comes to casting out anything other than the sweet grace we have earned by going through the Neptunian depths of suffering. That would be the classic, Christian version, circa Age of Pisces. But Pisces also offers up delusion, illusion and the turgid other.
Recently, the trident has made a stunning, symbolic comeback. It’s everywhere! On the tail of a jet, the hood of a Maserati, the guts of a skyscraper, the flag of a country torn asunder by war. It’s the devil’s pitchfork as personified by Poseidon’s scepter. Poseidon isn’t a sweet and loving deity that swims with dolphins and tickles whale bellies. Poseidon is a furious demiurge, every bit as angry, vain and violent as Zeus, except he lives underwater. :-). He is the God of the oceans and the oceans are the aqueous version of the underworld. While Pluto may be dwelling deep down, in the Earth below, Poseidon has the oceanic depths covered. The invocation of this deity isn’t one that is about immersing ourselves in the mystery of our watery origins. He is being brought forth and summoned to wipe away our historical legacy, perhaps and hopefully, metaphorically, but nonetheless, burying the last 2,000 years beneath a watery grave, just like what happened to Atlantis and Noah’s nonbelievers. That’s the game plan from this perspective.
So here we have two versions of Pisces in action; Heaven and Hell.
Lately, I have had Chiron right on my South Node, which is conjunct my IC, of course, opposing my North Node, conjunct my MC. This has been an incredibly trying phase as I have had to sort through deep, familial issues, watching them get played out holographically, often in conjunction with my son, a Pisces. Over the Summer, I watched him go through an intense trial and initiation of sorts with Texas baseball. His coach was just north of Atilla The Hun at times and he had zeroed in on my son as a scapegoat. Coaches do this. They find someone who might be younger or more emotionally sensitive than the others and work on him, push him hard so that the others can see what happens when they don’t perform or worse yet, buckle under the pressure. And my son took it. I watched, observed and did my very best to support him as I knew, we were both going through some passage of sorts. I kept his head straight and did the best to keep mine screwed on right as well. He got better as a player and tougher, more focused as a young man.
Just before we went into the playoffs, said coach was hitting hard grounders and one hit a divot, jumped up and smashed my son in the face, just below his lower lip. It hit him so hard that his bottom teeth went through the flesh. There was blood everywhere. Minutes later, we were in emergency and had five stitches put in. Two days later, he was back on the field, playing third base and saving a no hitter for said coach’s son.
Something had changed. Something had shifted.
You see, I had had a tempestuous relationship with Poseidon himself in the guise of my own father. His Mars in Scorpio was in my 12th House, the fury beneath the sea. And, through my legwork, I also found out that the coach also had Mars in Scorpio, also in the very same sector of my chart. So, in essence, he was playing the role of my father and my son, in this case, was me. I was the guide that wasn’t there for me during those turbulent times. All of this broke when of course, Mars had entered into Scorpio. We were all living out some kind of dream theater that if we were conscious enough, we could see the flicker of light cross the framed off cells of our lives, unreeling our past, seeing the movie for what it was, not what it currently is.
Fast forward to last week, The Super Moon, still effulgent and bold slipped into Pisces. I was back East, visiting family of course, on the Jersey shore, why not very far from a town called Neptune. Another chapter unfolded, one that is almost too dark and personal to speak of here, but suffice it to say, I was living out yet another chapter of my father’s life and legacy, through another set of players, this one however, directly related to me. And it almost felt like there was even a sense of temporary possession, like something which would occur in Candomble, and a spirit would enter someone, temporarily for some sort of appearance and perhaps even resolution. I felt the ghost of my father yet again, channeled by cheap grain spirits and an angry uncle. When I step back and look at these things from my own history, they are staggering in their potency and their immediacy. Again, the script is being rewritten, the movie re-edited.
With Chiron in Pisces, we are healing our souls. This is another layer to it’s mystery. As we do so, there is the feeling of a final judgement circulating through the ethers. Look around you for a moment. Events are being stage managed by lesser demons. In Ferguson they wear gas masks, kevlar vests, riot helmets and cruise through the streets on DHS purchased tanks. In Syria and Iraq, they wear Muslim headgear and go by ISIS of all names. In Ukraine, they are the modern equivalent of Hessians, soldiers of fortune. In Gaza, they are the IDF commandos. The planet is starting to catch fire. Theres’s talk of plagues and whispers of economic collapse. And we witness the death of The Fisherking himself, the symbol of Pisces for all time.
If you are lucky enough, your slate is clean or cleaner than most and you might not have to go through any of the psychic purgatorio that is sweeping the planet. However, if you are like me or the rest of us, the time has come to make piece with your soul and this isn’t always the easiest thing to do. A caramel latte at Starbucks and a little self talk won’t cut it. This is the time where we are playing for keeps and the quality of your journey, from this point forward, whether in this world or the next depends on how well you can navigate the straits and narrows of Chiron in Pisces.
Do your best to cooperate with the forces of Spirit and let it take you into your Neptunian depths, where you can re-emerge once again, re-born with both purpose and faith, healing the Chironic wound for not just you, but for the rest of us as well.
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.
Leaving Denver was very different yesterday. The Rocky Mountain dump that was just beginning when I left last Thursday night was melting and the Green Shuttle shot across the glistening toll road like a rivulet of grace, gliding towards DIA where of course the talk about the underground city and all things occult associated with DIA came up. We talked about the crazed blue horse that greets everyone upon their arrival, a true nightmare, eyes glowing in the high winter sun, crazed and apocalyptic.
The driver told us that when they hoisted the horse’s head upon the torso at his studio, it fell and struck the sculptor of the beast (Luis Jimenez) in the leg, severing his femoral artery, whereupon he bled to death. That was on June 13, 2006, when the Sun was at 21 Gemini and Pluto was at 25 Sag. So we have a Sun/Pluto opposition. Duality. Strangely enough, Sag is slightly dual as well, being half horse and half man and all. The Femoral Artery starts right at the lower part of the hips, upper thigh, where the sacral region descends downward into the lower torso, which is where our “lower” nature resides. So the head of the horse, symbolic of it’s thinking capacity severed it’s creator off from his instinctual, or animal self. Flipping the script with Gemini curiosity and deftness. The thighs/knees also rule Sag.
We then talked about the other creature on the east side of the airport, a large statue of Anubis, keeper of the dead, guardian of the underworld. I suppose if you were to have a deep, underground base, you might want to have Anubis presiding over it’s safety and security. Interestingly enough, you can’t get to the east side of DIA now, since they are building a massive hotel and and convention center at the mouth of it, just past the indigo night mare. So now the upper part of DIA is becoming more and more like a city itself, with each passing day.
BE LIKE WATER
Once I entered the belly of the beast that is DIA, I descended downward into the entrails of the TSA, where our identities are masticated, our personal belongings broken down and our bodies passed through the electromagnetic colon and we come out the other side, reassembling our various pieces of scattered matter back into form. Only this time it was much different for me.
I entered the line and there was a woman asking me to touch a small, blue screen. I did. And from there we were either shuttled into the left line or the right. I thought this was very odd. Why didn’t they just say go to the left or the right? Why did we have to swipe our digits across that touchscreen? Well, my best guess was that this was a way for people to get used to offering up their fingerprints for TSA as the next level of security measures are about to kick in, which always means more technology, more personnel to run them, more money for training, etc., etc.. It’s a cash calf at this point.
So the right side of the line was a little station where they were checking palms for explosive powder. Another fun little sideshow on your way to someplace else. For some reason, they weren’t that interested in reading my palms for their explosive potential. I got straight to the front, while those on the left were still snaking their way through TSA’s lower intestines. Not only did I get to the front, fast, I even went through the old school scanner without taking off my shoes, removing my computer or belt. It was like it was 1989 all over again. Once I slipped through, on the other side, people were getting the pat down and the feel up. Luggage was deconstructed and strewn upon grey, plastic tubs. it was like I was operating in a separate reality–not that I am complaining mind you.
When I got back one of the long time listeners to the show sent me a rather extraordinary email, which I am sharing with you in it’s entirety, right here. It was in response to last week’s show with Andrew Norton Webber. Andrew is a proponent of drinking nothing but distilled water, but also Orine, or what most of us call, “urine.” It was a slightly controversial show as some people couldn’t swallow the concept of drinking one’s own pee. But someone could and did. Here is what they wrote:
OK I was totally haunted by last week’s show. I mean it really got to me. So I read The Water of Life on Saturday and I was absolutely lit up by the info.
I’m a healthy person and haven’t had any significant health issues but every time I go to the doctor to address an issue, I’m given another prescription. I was becoming slightly alarmed looking at the 4 pills I take every morning – allergy, heartburn and two different ones to manage menstrual/menopause symptoms. I didn’t want to be a lifelong pill popper for every symptom that came up – it just didn’t align. I’m in touch with my body enough to know I can ask for inner guidance for healing so your show was timely even though I spent most of my time listening with my mouth hanging open:)
Sat night after reading the book, I decided to start the next morning but to get an idea of the taste, I did a couple of drops under my tongue and rubbed some onto a tooth that I had been nursing with salt water rinses. The jolt I got was immediate. My mouth tingled and actually wanted more! The spot where my abscess was shrank within 10 minutes and the “buzz” I got kept me up for hours into the night. When I finally slept, I dreamt of drinking my water and pouring it over me from head to toe.
I got right up Sunday AM and drank my morning brew! I also saved some and have been using it on my skin. Robert, I’ve taken to this like I’ve been doing it for years! It’s the most natural thing I’ve ever experienced.
This morning, I did not take one pill. Normally, by 10a my heartburn is alerting me that I’m late and I’m going to be sorry if I don’t do something quick. Nothing – all good. My allergies – zero symptoms. I didn’t take a pill for my hot flashes last night and had a peaceful (read: dry) night. At work we had a lunch meeting today and since pasta with red sauce was on the menu, I went and drank another cup just for reinforcement and I sit here writing to you 2 hours later with no trace of heartburn.
I have talked to NO ONE about this. I don’t know anyone who can handle it. Of course now I recall old people saying things like “pee on it” when talking about bug bites and stings but I don’t recall anyone saying drink it:)
Four days of this and I’m all in and can say the changes have been immediate and well worth the initial discomfort of imbibing from your loins. I look forward to what develops as time goes on.
Once again, I write to thank you for what you do. This is a life changing decision. I mean I really feel like this changed the trajectory of my life.”
Needless to say, I was a little blown away, but it got me to think about Chiron in Pisces and Neptune in Pisces and perhaps the alchemical mystery behind all of this. If Chiron is the activator of shame and perhaps guilt, then perhaps this statement might shed a little light on this taboo subject. I was fascinated by the possibility that there could be some healing properties associated with redeeming one of the most irredeemable of our body functions. And with Virgo as the back end of Pisces, there might just be some real knowledge here, streaming forth into our consciousness.
The skies here are dark, oppressive and cloaking something behind their grey pallor. The heat has been oppressive too. Negative ions scatter and run for cover. The Southwestern version of the Santa Ana blew into town yesterday, blasting currents with dense, torpid heat. Later in the day, I hear rumors about a massive meteorite striking Mexico, though it cannot be confirmed. A good friend swears she can’t see past the end of the month and she’s not the only one. Days become hours, become minutes, become seconds, become the present now.
Friday, I was driving through the heat of the night listening to Dr. Dog and their melancholic strains hinted at some sort of aftermath, like they were channeling it’s inevitability;
“Where’d All The Time Go?”
Where’d all the time go? It’s starting to fly. See how the hands go; Waving goodbye. And you know I get so forgetful when I look in your eyes. Now she’s walking backwards through a parade. And I’m stuck in the shadow blocking the shade.
And there ain’t no way to sweep up the mess that we’ve made She gets dressed up like a pillow so she’s always in bed Flowers for the sick and dead
She’s on the go, way too fast and way too slow She’ll turn to stone at hospitals and funeral homes and when the fog rises somebody sighs who is not in disguise anymore
There’s nothing to keep you from falling in love. It starts at the bottom and comes from above. br>Like pieces of a puzzle, like a hand in a glove She gets dressed up like a pillow so she’s always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead She’s on the go, way too fast and way too slow She’ll turn and stop at hospitals and funeral homes and when the tide rises somebody sinks and is gone in the blink of an eye
We’re on the clock.
Tomorrow marks the big day, the Pluto/Uranus square, hitting us right in the collective pineal gland.
What’s going to happen?
Well, if you can read the script, there’s at least five possible endings, unlike ABCIA’s new series, “Motive” where you know who did it, but not why, we’re still conjuring and scrying the un-lived hours staring back at us from the future.
The Moon is currently in Virgo, where it’s nervy, edgy, mercurial and restless. Moon in Virgo is all those “Worst Case Scenario Books.” The Virgo Moon pants for disaster planning and worry. It’s greatest satisfaction is having enough order so that the emotional landscape is manageable and not a chaotic maelstrom. Once a semblance of order is achieved, then the Virgo Moon can go about what it also does naturally; serve others. Tomorrow, the Moon will be at 29 degrees Virgo at 11:11AM, Washington, DC time. I chose the 11:11 time due to the Uranus/Pluto square at 11 degrees of both planets. What’s interesting is when a chart is cast for that time, the ascendant and descendant are also 11 degrees each as well (Leo/Aquarius). The MC and IC are at 1degree (Taurus/Scorpio). One and one is of course two or eleven. 11 + 11 + 11 = 33.
There’s a very strong stellium in Gemini, all occupying the 11th House. Here we have the two, great augurs of social change, Gemini and Aquarius, co-habitating. As I have been trying to point out for a while now, both signs are key players in the altering of social consciousness and time. Gemini hacks our reality through distorted mirrors, which reflect back an image that resembles us, but isn’t. The latest version of this technique being employed was what just happened with Angie Jolie (Gemini!) lopping off both breasts because she has the possibility of contracting cancer based a on gene test, which revealed that she had the potential of having cancer based on the same gene that did her mother in.
Of course the dirty little secret is that the test she took is related to a gene patent and the very same test is part of the Obamacare plan, where women will be required to take the test, which is roughly $1,000 a pop. What happens if they test positive int he same way that Angie did? Will they be required to have preventive surgery? Remove the ovaries? Remove mammary glands? Why Angie Jolie? And what is really going on?
There’s a rumor on the down and dirty byways of the alt research world that Angie and Lindsay and Britney and their army of contemporary fembots are actually clones and the things they do to and with them are not fit for print. Let’s just say that it involves not just same sex acts, but same self. They will also pit clone against clone. They will also control the master copy by doing something to the clone on a physical level and while it seems overly simplistic, there’s a sympathetic relationship that all the clones have with one another, like voodoo dolls. Now before you summarily dismiss this insane notion, pick the real Angie out of this line-up without channeling Google.
So what if what Angie did, never happened? Or what if it happened, but not with her? Do you get my drift? And even if it did happen, and she was that one that had the elective, pre-emptive surgery, what’s the Net result and intended affect? Well, Angie has invested a lot in her identity of being an uber-mom, adopting and popping babies from the third world, to the next womb. I did a series of posts on her and Brad sometime back that chronicled most of this and now she has had made the ultimate sacrifice by lopping off her breasts and removing her software. She’s held up as an exemplar and courageous, making a pre-emptive strike against the sleeper cells that would ultimately terrorize her biology and threaten the safety of not just her, but the children she still needs to nurture and care for, well along with her entourage assistants and house staff.
She gave up some of her freedom for the security of cancer not being able to attack the bastions of her procreativity.
Will millions of women across America salute her and follow suit? Will this be the new normal? If so, then what? Do you need to buy shares in the Shenzen Bojia Trading Company? What will women do when it comes to breast feeding? Will formula be the new manna for mamas? I seriously doubt that women are naive enough to so easily dispatch with their birth rights and yet this development is just a little disturbing and it comes home to “my body” and “my right.”
On nearly the same day as Angie’s confessional got published, two seemingly unrelated events took place. The city of New York ruled that women can parade topless in public if they wish. It was under the aegis of equal rights sex laws, like the ones that will make all bathrooms unisex at some point. It was a typical, Jupiter in Gemini kind of day; take some breasts away, unloosen and free some others. And then, there’s this:
Yes. that’s a teen boy that’s pregnant. It’s part of a an ad campaign that just came out, right around the same time that Angie became less of a woman. Well, we get more of a man in some ways I guess. Can I just say that I’m looking forward to taking a nice, relaxing bath in Jupiter’s Cancerian waters. I enjoy a good mindfuck asmuch as the next person, but I’m ready for Jupiter to move onto more nurturing waves and vibrations. How about you? In some ways, what happened with Angie almost feels like blow against the oncoming tide of love with Jupiter in Cancer. Speaking of Jupiter in Cancer, here’s a group in New Jersey civilly and disobediently disrupting a local hearing on guns and the 2nd amendment by drowning out the chair of the meeting with the pledge of allegiance. We’ll be seeing much more of this as Jupiter moves into Cancer, the USA’s ruling sign.
Much of this has been fueled by what’s taken place recently with the IRS scandal targeting conservative groups. This is a manifestation of Pluto in Capricorn going up against it’s opposite sign (Cancer). The IRS is the plutocratic mechanical arm that descends down into the private reserves of the populace. It’s a Scorpioinic reach into bullish reserves. And, its a full on scandal that’s endemic of Pluto in Cap. While that is smoldering, Benghazi is still smoking as well. Here we see Uranus in Aries, the quick and violent assault upon the US embassy is indicative of the power of Uranus in Aries, lightning swift strikes of violence and people sitting back in cushy lounge chairs with double lattes watching the scene blaze on via satellite imagery. Technology as the carrier wave of violence and threat.
It’s these two scandals that will square off against the White House and when that happens, things can get tricky….very tricky.
I don’t think we’ve ever seen so many things line up in such discordia in recent memory. Something has to give.
While Pluto and Uranus are doing their thing, Chiron is also jamming up against Venus, Mercury and Jupiter. There’s something about this alignment that is absolutely revelatory and not in an angels humming hymnals in your ear while you wade through the early morning commute. There’s something about this critical square that extrudes the secrets of the 8th House and floods the 11th with truth, shame, lies, deceit and distortion. Spin will be firing at an all time high. Refraction/distraction.
Now, I would not bee a very good therapist if I did not offer some form of therapeutic direction, now would I? So what’s in it for you? Clones are losing their boobies, nuclear war is waiting just around the corner like a hungry wolf, the tides may or may not rise and then there’s that pesky asteroid made of out of some supernatural blackness set to come swing by this way on the 31st. Is that enough for you? So what to do?
I say be ready to shed your idea of being human at any given moment. And what I mean by that, or rather what I don’t mean by that is not to reject and dispose of your humanity, but to let go of a particular definition of being human. I think that’s coming to an end, because the things we’ve defended ourselves against are also ending. Our institutions are failing. Our leaders are corrupt. The rule of law alternates between a taser in the solar plexus, to the unseen hands of corporate criminals stealing whatever they want, whenever they want it, without fear or reprisal. The relative normalcy we have defined ourselves against is obliterated, it’s now a part of our past and any desire to bring it forward is really just a failed sort of nostalgia. We’re not going back, ever.
Be ready. Be fluid. Be mobile. Be alert. I’m using “Be” a lot aren’t I? We need to shake ourselves loose from the prisons of this dimensional agreement and even if we don’t “ascend” a new age fairy tale if you ask me, we need to be ready and open to meet our own demise as we have defined and do so with as much love and courage as we can muster, because beyond that is the great unknown. That’s where we’re headed and with it comes a whole new set of protocols and variables. We don’t have to throw the baby out with the bath water per se, because the bathwater is still pretty good with Neptune in PIsces, but maybe we can reconfigure the bath water into a portal that we can stare into and get scenes from our future selves, because as God only knows, we need some advice the other side for what’s to come.
Hang on space ranger and rangerettes, we’re about to reach lift off capacity.
Its amazing that a film that no one in this country has seen is now a powder keg for unrest, violence and even death. “Desert Warrior” would have gone unnoticed had it not been translated into local dialects and shown in Egypt. Now, the $5,000,000, low-budget-clunker depicting Mohammed as a murderer, child molester and womanizer has sent the muslim world ablaze, no doubt fomented by certain groups that have a considerable interest in fanning the flames of an ancient conflict. Hello Mr. Pike. The Islamic threat, now manifest in rage becomes an election issue. Romney sticks his hamfist right in the gut of decency, revealing his war mongering roots. Keep in mind that Romneys cabinet will consist of the same neoclowns that hijacked America during the Bush admin and brought us a “clear break” with the fall of the twin towers, now 11 years in the rear view mirror. There’s that magic number.
Now that doesn’t get Obama off the hook either. He’s just biding time until the first week in November. The next four years are going to be, well, biblical in proportion. Post 12/21/12, on the global stage, the gloves are off. Its bare knuckled tyranny. But there is hope! Oh yea, I say onto thee, there is real hope, but Jacob’s ladder shall not descend for at least another four to five parables, I mean paragraphs.
Let’s look at the astrological fuel behind the Islamofuror.
When we think of a sign that represents the most fundamental aspects of the human experience, its “Taurus.” Taurus is representative for everything from learning how to clench your anus and release at the appropriate time and place, to eating right, to having enough zeros and ones in your bank account, to having a roof over your head. In Maslowian terms, it is keystone to the pyramid that is the hierarchy of needs. Without the “fundamentals” life is pretty damned hard. Taurus is the root chakra of the zodiac. If you haven’t noticed, the nodes on the Moon shifted and the N Node is in Scorpio and the S Node is in Taurus. The south node typically represents the regressive aspect of the N/S dipole.
In the chart of the individual, the South Node is where you’ve been, either in this life or others. Its great to tap into it as a touchstone, but it’s not where you want to live. You want to camp out in the North Node. That’s where its happening. The North Node is the polestar, the true north of the chart. Follow it and you’ll find doors that open, success as an expression of essence.
So here we have the most “fundamental” sign being being played out in the realm of. . . fundamentalism . . .not just fundamentalist Islam, which is rebelling agains the blasphemous portrayal of its spiritual figurehead, but also a fundamental form of christianity (supposedly).
The film was made by someone named, “Sam Bacile.” It’s a pseudonym of course. Its been rumored that Bacile is an Israeli real estate developer living in California. But this has been refuted by others who claim he is a “coptic christian” because they went to his house and saw all kinds of christian statuary on his property. Right.
Anyway, Terry Jones, the incendiary pastor from Florida is in on this one as well. Jones as you might recall wanted to burn the Koran. Any moderate search of Jones yields the portrait of a highly dubious character, one who is likely in the employ of people who have a vested interest in stirring up a hornets nest of dissent. Jones btw is a “zionist christian.” These are christians that believe in the rapture/jesus/rambo model of redemption, with Israel as a centerpiece for revelations. Fueling an epic, religious conflagration would only bring that ideology forward, faster.
The relationship between dispensationalist American preachers and Israel has resulted in a strange miscegenation of faith, one where Jesus is removed entirely from the picture until the final moments and even then, its becoming less clear as to who he’s gonna exterminate, because over time and thanks to the likes of John Hagee, Tim LaHaye and Pat Robertson, the infidels are the muslims, not our “jewish” brethren and they are the ones that will feel the wrath of god for the promotion of their false messiah.
The amount of money that flows from America to Israel from these men through their networks and churches is prodigious, enough for Hagee to have a gymnasium in Ashkalon named after him. Have you ever seen John Hagee? They should have named the local Wendys after him instead.
So what we’re seeing is the fundamental aspect of the South Node being exploited, Fudmentalism is being brought forward and who is doing the dragging through the burning sands of disbelief? Its the North Node in Scorpio.
The North Node in Scorpio, in a perfect world is a laser unto the cancerous paradigm of corruption and deceit. its a beacon of of empowerment and endurance in each individual, a tractor beam of sagacity and endurance to pull us through touch economic times ahead. It may take a few more degrees for us to get used to it, but for now, its old school Scorpio and deception. Its underworld stratagems and fixed attitudes and beliefs. Its, “By way of deception thou shalt do war.”
So who the hell is Sam Bacille and Steve Klein and how are they spinning this Moon pie of split antipodes? Well Bacille’s “real name” is “Nakoula Baselly” or is it? He’s also been traced to other names such as Nicola Bacily and Erwin Salameh. Under those aliases and his own name, he’s been convicted of larceny and had to pay over $750,000 in restitution. He was also ordered by a judge to stay away from the internet for five years. He was essentially convicted in a check kiting scheme. Check kiting and the internet? Can you say, “Hello, my name is “Kipchoge” and I am a political prisoner in Nigeria with a large amount of US dollars that I need to have moved quickly via Western Union, can you please help?” $750,000 is a lot of cabbage. As I mentioned earlier, he also said he was Israeli and with the help of the Israeli community raised five mill for the deplorable film.
We can’t have a discussion of deception with tapping Chiron (Christos) in Pisces, which from a cosmic level is the manipulation of faith and orthodox religions, it is the puss head of a blister, an infected system, all the way from penis-sucking moyels, to pederastic popes, to the chattel call of women in 13th century finery. Now the plus side is that we can see the wanton manipulation of religion right before our very eyes. The negative charge is that this can be exploited as well as a broadside against faith in general. Kill the old gods for the new. Chiron in Pisces is the flaying of God as manipulated religious discord.
One of the things we’ve learned from Arab Spring is how much the west was invested in fomenting the Twitter revolutions. Soros, through his proxies in Serbia and other places helped engineer the original coup in Egypt and now, what’s disturbing is that there is information coming out that the US consulate knew of the attacks in advance and in fact, the marines that were guarding the consulate were not only told not to fire, but their guns did not have live ammo. This is being refuted by the pundits on the left as being a spurious rumor started by Norman Podhoretz. But it is clear that some foreknowledge of the event was in hand at the embassy itself.
September 12th is an important date in history. While September 11th is generally considered the birth of the dark new age, its the day after the event itself which became the clarion call to war and revenge. September 12th is historically recognized as the date of one of the most epic battles in the history of the planet; The Battle Of Marathon, where the Athenians eventually defeat the Persians, Its also the date of the Austro-Ottoman War (1640) which was known as “The Great Turkish War.” In 1974, Haille Selasie, the Lion of Judah was deposed. In 1977, Steve Biko was killed in police custody. Ironically, the UN lifted sanctions on Libya in 2003 on 9/12 for accepting responsibility for the Lockerbie bombing. Ironically, September 12th is “Programmer’s Day” where software programmers from around the world can hoist Red Bulls to their brilliance. Lastly it is the “Feast Of Mary” the day where the Catholic church formally honors the mother of Jesus, which some alternative researchers believe is a clue which reveals that the true birthday of Christ is September 11th.
The attack in Libya took place just days after the Illuminati Clock ran out. The Middle East and now North Africa are on fire. Christopher Stevens was the diplomat that was killed. His name is also fairly interesting. Christopher essentially means “Christ” and “Ophir” which means “abundance” or “gold.” Christopher equals the “Golden Christ.” Steven(s) is based on the name of St. Stephen, which is derived from the Greek name, “Stephanos” which translates into “crown,” “wreath” and “honor.” The name “Steven” is significant to Christians: according to the Book of Acts in the New Testament, Saint Stephen was a deacon who was stoned to death and is regarded as the first Christian martyr. So here we have the image of a double martyr in the name and visage of “Christopher Stevens.”
We can’t end this post without mentioning Albert Pike and his letter to the Italian Illuminist, Giuseppie Mazinni, In the letter, Pike outlines his vision of third world war. Here it is below with the third and most illuminating passage.
The Third World War must be fomented by taking advantage of the differences caused by the “agentur” of the “Illuminati” between the political Zionists and the leaders of Islamic World. The war must be conducted in such a way that Islam (the Moslem Arabic World) and political Zionism (the State of Israel) mutually destroy each other. Meanwhile the other nations, once more divided on this issue will be constrained to fight to the point of complete physical, moral, spiritual and economical exhaustion…We shall unleash the Nihilists and the atheists, and we shall provoke a formidable social cataclysm which in all its horror will show clearly to the nations the effect of absolute atheism, origin of savagery and of the most bloody turmoil. Then everywhere, the citizens, obliged to defend themselves against the world minority of revolutionaries, will exterminate those destroyers of civilization, and the multitude, disillusioned with Christianity, whose deistic spirits will from that moment be without compass or direction, anxious for an ideal, but without knowing where to render its adoration, will receive the true light through the universal manifestation of the pure doctrine of Lucifer, brought finally out in the public view. This manifestation will result from the general reactionary movement which will follow the destruction of Christianity and atheism, both conquered and exterminated at the same time.”
Now I promised you a little hope and I must reward you for your patience.
U.S. District Judge Katherine Forrest ruled in favor of Chris Hedges and six other journalists in permanently blocking disputed provisions in the NDAA (National Defense Authorization Act for 2012). Now some people are suggesting that Forrest is soft-pedaling this so that the language can be changed and amended via the next appeal, which the Obama administration has already filed for. But even the smallest fly in the ointment at this point is cause to give thanks and that not all tyrannical machinations are unfolding at light speed. To get even more of a dose of faith, listen to my interview with the amazing Freeman from my show 0n 9/14. We touch on Pike and much more. You can listen here.
Rounding into the weekend, the sexy, sultry, super-hooked-up and steaming New Moon in Taurus, we’ve got a few nagging details to remind us that we’ve got some reckoning on our plates. I’ll get to the good news, the everyone gets a trophy for playing news, but you’re gonna have to wade through the brackish and mutagenic waters of Chiron in Pisces first.
Two years ago, I spent a significant amount of time and energy on the Gulf Crisis. I was tag teaming with Michael Edward, who was waaaaaay out in front of what was happening down there. Michael’s hypothesis was nightmarish, approaching pure science fiction. He quickly came to the conclusion that the goal was the massive dumping of Corexit into the waters of the Gulf. He got into where it was developed, by whom and why. His findings were chilling. He realized that Corexit would not only kill the gulf, but cause horrific mutations in marine life and ultimately, humans. Michael proclaimed that the Gulf would become a laboratory vat for some gruesome experiment, which would lead to . . . zombification.
What he meant by this, is that Corexit would (and has) produced hideous and painful skin ulcerations and attack the central nervous system. Once the Gulf was decimated of most of its life, there is a plan in place to grow deadly black algae, which would be harvested as a fuel source. Welcome to the green economy. A few million pesky lives living below the Mason-Dixon line would be a noble sacrifice to science and unburdening us from our dependency of fossil fuels. It would just look like a George Romero film for the first few years.
It’s happening now. The ravages of Corexit are washing ashore, getting tangled up in fishing nets and crab traps. Crabs with three eyes, sardines with body-wide lesions, dolphins giving birth to deformed offspring; these are the frontline casualties of the Gulf. To this day, BP has not ceased in its assault and continues to dump and spray Corexit at a genocidal rate.
This is Chiron in Pisces. Our precious waters, fouled with transgenic spew, altering the basis fabric of our lives at the most fundamental, from krill to kill. And it happened two years ago today.
There’s a school of thought that these egregious and deliberate acts are symbolic of inner states that are deeply in denial and are externalized in the form of collective events. The scenario goes like this; We’re all bottled up and clogged, our emotional states (water) are coagulated and blocked. When it comes to feeling we are synthetically emoting, programmed to unleash judgment, contempt, faux-concern, hand-wringing and indignation. These are what passes for emotions these days.
What happened to the Gulf might be the environmental externalization of rage and if it wasn’t it most certainly should be, because that’s what people are sitting on and even Mt. Popocatepetl blowing won’t quite do the trick.
Women are pissed at republicans, blacks pissed at whites, 99% pissed at 1%, white men are pissed at people telling them how to feel (usually guilty). There’s a simmering anger, growing exponentially towards David’s tribe. Ted Nugent has a gun and Al Sharpton, a microphone. That’s “theoretically” what the “Gulf” could be about–our unclaimed rage manifesting in its toxic dispersal and blistering marine life. But that was two years ago.
Rage is at another level altogether now. Which means, theoretically if we’re following the theorem; A (anger) squared–divided by (D) distraction–multiplied through (D2) denial to the power of six hundred and sixty six, what we have is ADD from Hell.
It has to find its way out somehow, someway. Theoretically. That brings us to this blessed New Moon, kissing and conjuncting the Sun on 4/20, forming a very earthy love triangle with Mars and Jupiter. Which brings us to the question; Can we catapult out of the labyrinth of Minos into the clear air of objective perception without having a collective breakdown and planetary purge so great that our ancient pathos turns to tears of God, cleansing every sentient and non-sentient agency on this plane of existence? In essence can we get to joy without the nasty little side trip to Hades?
My answer is “yes” well mostly yes and this New Moon leaves clues.
The Full Moon will manifest in Scorpio on May 6th and with it, will be the aggregate thought forms that we plant, right here, right now, this very day. So with that information in hand, I respectfully anoint you as a conscious agents of creation. Endowed with that title comes powers that are granted. You, on this day have the power to plant the most loving, divine and creative thought/feeling into the world that you possibly can. It can be a work of art, a meal, making love, running on the beach, writing a letter. Do it consciously today, with as much faith and brio that you can muster, knowing that the universe is strikingly efficient and will waste no time in recycling your efforts into something greater than you can ever imagine.
Break the inertia, dispel entropy and audaciously affirm that you did not descend onto this plane without purpose and meaning. You are human. Now go out and do something consciously and make believers out of the rest of us.
This has nothing to do with this post–just do the math.
I’m not the reincarnation of Edgar Cayce or Nostradamus, though it does seem like having those disincarnate bonafides will get you 30 to 40 minutes on the History Channel or Coast-To-Coast, whenever deemed necessary. Yes, I’m talking about David Wilcock and Louis (Louie) Turi if you haven’t figured it out. I rarely call out other writers, researchers and hosts, but I am compelled, no driven, no moved by a higher power to examine some of the things that hey have said and or reported over the past few days and weeks. There’s an interesting astrological thread that connects Wilcock and Turi, but I will save it for the end of this column. That’s called a tease in the biz. Now you can go to the end and say “screw you Phoenix” and find out what that connection is and why its important to the narrative, but then you’d miss out on all the juicy stuff in between. Let’s start with Louie Turi.
I met Louie for the first time in 1996. We shared space at the Whole Life Expo, his booth next to mine. I was doing tarot readings, he was doing astrology with his smokin’ hot young wife. I was just going live with the prophecy game and Louie had been at it for a while. I didn’t know much about him, but he gave me a reading (I paid for it) and told me one thing that made total sense; He told me that, “I needed meat–red meat.” He was right. I had been trying to be a vegetarian and I was cold and listless all the time. He didn’t know this, but hit it on the money. That night I had an organic cheeseburger and never looked back.
Louie also taught me about The Dragon’s Head and tail (ie the north and south node) and how they play a significant role in our energy and destiny. He taught me that the North Node was where it was at for this lifetime, and the South Node was where it was in other lives.
I have the North Node in Virgo in my 10th House and the South Node in Pisces in my 4th House. But the way that he described it, it was about the lionization of the North Node and the demonization of the South Node. So in my case, Pisces was kryptonite. According to Louie, I needed to steer a wide birth from anything that looked or smelled fishy. Well, there was some truth to this. I had one Pisces girlfriend that ruined a budding career and another Pisces crush that led me to a hard night in jail. Needless to say, that after this confirmation, I dated everything between Aries and Aquarius, since the 12th sign had become my personal hazmat zone. So I got some solid info from him, which makes what I am about to write even more difficult.
I heard Louie on Coast-To-Coast the other night and I was sadly disappointed by what I heard. In fact, what I heard was downright dangerous.
I listened through his thick, irregular, yet oddly musical French accent talk about how the upcoming Friday (last week) would be, “A very stressful time that could be quite dangerous and that the police had to watch out for the bad guys out there–to take extra pre-caution.” He was talking about terrorists, implying that there could be a “terror threat” out there. When I heard that, it felt like Louie had turned into the Dennis Miller of astrology or what my pal Visible calls the “Christopher Hitchens Syndrome.” Essentially, its someone that changes uniforms in the middle-of-the game. Louie was backing the “terrorist narrative meme.”
I thought to myself, that it was a little shameless, because I know that he knows whats going on. He’s too smart. I may question his politics and his promotion of paradigms, but he’s not naive. Then, he went on a prediction riff and saw more financial and economic chaos for the US in the months ahead. Well, that’s not much of a reach. But then he saw things turning around and once the inevitable crash was going to occur, then there would be a re-structuring of the financial system that would be concurrent with the rise and completion of the “Freedom Tower” now known as the “One World Trade Center” which is essentially the new Tower of Babble, the stratospheric obelisk of the “One World” government.
Louie Turi was pimping out the “New World Order.” George Noory remained his passive self, never really questioning him about his predictions or illuminist predilections, for that matter, which is really the Noory way of things.
Then Louie pimped out his Cosmic Code special for just $24.95 for all “Coast-To-Coast” listeners and I wanted to take a shower. Maybe I could have swallowed his hard hawking (because everyone has gotta make a buck) if he had a little less elite suck in him that night. Maybe I could have glossed over his Ron Popiel astro-pitch, but I just couldn’t. Everything became a schtick for me at that point and no matter what I learned from him in that brief, yet very instructive reading, I just couldn’t take him seriously any more.
In my own peregrinations amongst the stars, I recently stumbled upon the key to the South Node or the Dragon’s Tail, which liberated my understanding of it, removing the negative stigma that I had absorbed all those years ago. As I sat in front of my computer last week, and spoke into it doing a reading for someone and later doing my show, I realized that I was living my South Node in a positive light. There, buried in my Fourth House (Home) I was engaged in mystic arts (Pisces) and broadcasting them to the world in an act of service (Virgo, North Node) in the 10th House. Which led me to my next epiphany.
Since the Nodes exist in opposition, I pondered the whole concept of the opposition, polarity and duality. I began to see the opposition as a loop, a circuit, once liberated from its 2D form. In 3D, the opposition becomes an orbit, or an ellipsis, where the energy and information flows without impedance. The opposition and seeing it in three-dimensional space is the key, THE KEY to integration.
In this regard, even Louie becomes part of my soul’s equation (more on this later, in the tease release). Now its on to David Wilcock.
I rarely talk about or reference David Wilcock, even though Alexa cites “Cosmogenesis” as the site most like mine. There’s a reason why. I have never fully trusted him. Its the whole Edgar Cayce thing. It was too much of a hard sell for me. If you don’t know it, Wilcock claims to be the living incarnation of Edgar Cayce. His story is twisted and synchronistic and a bit laborious. Now if he was Edgar Cayce, would Cayce have made such a big deal out of it? I am not so sure. But let’s say that the Cayce trip isn’t just a false memory inserted by some teen NASA space camp programming, it doesn’t make his work any more credible. Wilcock has been more wrong than Chaz Bono in a speedo. I can’t tell you how many times he’s predicted contact or disclosure and it didn’t happen. His credibility has been stretched so much, that Pricilla Presley and Joan Rivers are envious, and now he’s at it again, with the equally less-than-credible, Benjamin Fulford, claiming that there is going to be mass arrests of leaders, politicians, and bankers, by a third column group of guys in white hats. The arrests of the guys in the dark hats, will herald the dawn of a new age of economics and governance according to Wilcock. Curiously, he and Turi are essentially saying the same things; Things are gonna be great. There’s a gonna be a rough patch, but then it gets better, much better and each has their own version of a warm and fuzzy utopia restored. The synchronous timing around both of these perspectives is fairly interesting to say the least.
I’m not sure where Louie is getting his 411 from. Maybe he’s deriving it from The Dragon’s Head in freedom loving Sag, or he’s getting it like these guys.
Wilcock splashed his feel good over an interview with a whistle-blower named, “Drake.” Drake claims to be a deep insider and he has intimate knowledge that he’s passing onto Wilcock. Well if Drake isn’t just a duck that quacks, I say “hallelujah” and “huzzah.” David Wilcock, be like a broken clock and hit the right time, this time, finally, even if by default. David, all of your Edgar Cayce posturings, funny haircut and major league whiffs on past predictions will be forgiven. I’ll sing you and your oddball buddy Ben Fulford’s praises from that day forward, without fail, but sadly I am not sure that I will be forced to do this. We live in a time of false boobs, hope, flags and alarms. I’ll believe it when I see it on TV, because strangely enough, that’s when the revolution will be televised.
Okay, here comes the reveal moment of the tease. What do David Wilcock and Louie Turi have in common? Pisces. Wilcock is a Pisces Sun (3/8) and Turi has The Dragon’s Head in Pisces, which is where by the way Edgar Cayce (Pisces Sun) and Nostradamus also have The Dragons Head. Interesting eh? I’ve been writing and talking a lot about the intensity of Neptune in Pisces and Chiron in Pisces and how as a cultural influence, we’ve seen it manifest rapidly in the guise of Kony 2012 and even Trayvon Martin, forcing us to separate the projection and illusion from what we can at best discern as reality. Putting on the waders and muddling through the swamps of consensus reality is a heavy trudge at times because we have to use our own lantern of truth to light the way through humanities dark night of the soul. Its the work of the Hermit (Virgo), the wayshower and its something we all have to do on our own. Its so easy to step in line and follow others with the so-called truth, because quite frankly, we’re famished. At a soul level, we’re like malnourished children waiting for our bowl of rice from concerned missionaries piled high with bibles and leather bound redemption.
So when Wilcock or Turi or the new rage, John Kettler, the latest loose lipper sprung by Project Camelot, start unwinding fantastic tales, just take a deep breath and a step back, before you dive in.
So who can we trust? How much are we willing to surrender or suspend our disbelief? Take a good look in the mirror and you’ll find the source of all your epiphanies and revelations.
On another related, Neptunian note, an old friend, Piscean, Peter Darling just published his first novel, a real page turn of international espionage, intrigue, romance and cyber punk. Think Dean Koontz meets William Gibson. You can check out Pete’s book, “Winter Republic” at his website where you can find out more about him and it and order it solid or synthetic. I’ll have Pete on the show, sometime next week to talk more about “Winter Republic.”
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FREE ASSOCIATION RADIO
Here are some past episodes from my various programs on Free Association Radio. These are interviews with some of the leading edge thinkers on the planet, from the realms of quantum healing, ancient mysteries, exo-politics, astrology and consciousness.
David Ian Cowan (Navigating The Collapse Of Time) and Sarah Nash (The Cosmic Hooker): Quantum Healing.