AstroCoach Special Discount Offer

Archive for the “Leo” Category

Gaza_childrenNo 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.

Comments 6 Comments »

Jurgen-Klinsmann
GERMANY”S RISING SON

It is mere minutes from the USA vs Belgium match. I get a lot of requests to do sports based astrology. So let’s see if we can bang this one out before kick-off as it were.

USA SOLAR ASCENSION

I was listening to Michael Erlewine talk about Dane Rudhyar’s synodic cycles the other day. One of the things that Rudhyar was big on, was the waxing and waning effects of aspects. If we look at the USA team as it relates to the USA chart, it’s Sun is rising and nearly conjunct. That will take place in four days, so we can view the USA Sun and it’s related properties, such as the USA soccer team getting ready to tee it up in Brazil.

The rising Sun alone should be good enough for at least one goal. There’s a lot of action happening in Gemini, which, I believe is the ruler of the USA 7th House (Yes, I am a Sibleyite). Sibley was one of Ben Franklin’s pals and he claims that the time of the signing makes the USA a Sag rising country. I agree with this, though there are others who see it differently with Gemini at the ASC.

My reasoning in siding with Sibley is that we have a pre-occupation with sport, which is ruled by Sag. Virgo would be on the MC and that would account for the puritanical face that we as Americans show the rest of the world. It can also reflect our obsession with the body and staying forever young, which is also quite Virgoan in many ways.

In the shadow land of the DSC, Gemini has domain. Gemini, put the i in “kink” and Americans are closet kinky. Sag, has it’s self-righteous moments, while Gem doesn’t care at all about prescribed morality. Nope. We also lead the world in divorce and Gem on the 7th is indicative of splitsville.

Can you see where I’m coming from?

Today, we have Mercury about to go direct and reverse it’s momentum. Venus is already there in the Gemini air. Expect weirdness and controversy.

What’s interesting about this match is that Belgium is a Sag rising country as well, with the Sun in Libra, 10/4/1830. This puts the Belgian Sun in a real state of conflict against the US Sun, in an exact square. This will be hard fought contest.

KLINSMANN’S JUPITER ASCENSION

I think that the deciding factor will be US’s international, German-born (hello Sag) coach, Jurgen Klinsmann. Klinsmann is a powerful, Leo/Dragon (7/30/64), with his Sun on the ASC. Remember what I said about Synodic cycles? Jupiter is waxing in his 12th House, towards the ASC. This bodes incredibly well for the US team, as the head coach is the Confucian point of spiritual energy and focus. Klinsmann also has Venus and Mars in Gemini (conjunct) and transiting Mercury, just two degrees off of his Venus. My sense is that he will make a key sub at some point and that player will turn the tide of the game for better or worse (likely better). His Mean Node is at 0 degrees Cancer and this ironically explains his defection from the German National team to coach the Americans as the Sabian Symbol for 0 Cancer is thus; “
On A Ship The Sailors Lower An Old Flag And Raise A New One.” Klinsmann has definitely changed flags.

And here is the definition of Klinsmann’s SS, ASC; “Blood Rushes To A Man’s Head As His Vital Energies Are Mobilized Under The Spur Of Ambition.”

I’m going with the relocated Leo Dragon and Cancer over Libra, 2-1.

Comments No Comments »

Hook’em horns!

We’re well into Virgo now and I’m a few days late. Mars has crossed into Scorpio and the second full Moon of august is upon us, A blue Moon, casting its pale indigo radiance upon us. Its easy to see why Cancer aka the Moon is such a nostalgic sign. The golden face of the moon usually evokes fondness and a sense of harmony, when the night sky is luminescent and darkness held at bay for a few days. In the depth of Summer when Cancer reigns supreme, that Moon appears at the end of long, warm days and is a beacon for lovers to meet beneath its flattering glow, evoking a special array of pheromones, neurotransmitters, poly-peptides and hormones in a fusion of passion and flush. The full Moon rises eternally in the space of our DNA, alighting the promise of night. I don’t give a good goddam if its a spaceship, hollow or was parked there by Orions to entrain us with a broad spectrum of strange behaviors and polarity (see the Moon’s Nodes). When the Blue Moon rises, it evokes laying in the long grass, dandelion wine and sprites humming about in the sweet essence of creation, rising in the glow of the midsummers night.

And then there’s Virgo.

It didn’t take long, but we saw the first meta-imprint of Virgo hit the collective screen of our minds. I am referring to the fall of Lance Armstrong, America’s last hero of sorts.

Armstrong (9/18/71) birth time unknown is a triple Virgo (Sun/Moon/Mercury). He also has Pluto in Virgo at 29 degrees, conjunct his Sun at 25 degrees. That Pluto/Sun conjunction is tenacious, the sign of a true survivor and since it is in Virgo (health) and Pluto (death) Armstrong rose to prominence in the public’s eye by beating cancer of the lungs, brain and testicle, using aggressive allopathic medicine aka radiation and chemo. its the stuff of legend. He goes onto win 7 Tour-de-France medals, has his sperm frozen just in case the plumbing won’t work, impregnates his wife with it, then goes onto conquer the cycling world. Along the way, he buddies up with fellow Texan, G.H.W. Bush, then leaves his wife for Sheryl Crow, the former school teacher from Missouri who moved to LA and got the majority of her early hits from a musical salon called “The Supper Club” where she met Kevin Gilbert who became her boyfriend and was generally acknowledged as the creative force behind Crow. After releasing a brilliant, 80s styled pop record, drenched in cynicism and unabashed romantic yearning, Gilbert pulled the plug on his own life in the shadow of Crow’s spreading wings on the winds of her success, soaring up the charts. But I am getting way ahead or behind or tangential.

Lance Armstrong, with all that purity (Virgo) represented the untainted winner that America had been craving for decades. Not only was he a true American from Plano, Texas, he was also white. Unlike Tiger and his miscegenated cablination, Lance was white. And while “Figer” created a sense of corporate worship and awe through his Baphometric Capricornius, it wasn’t the same. Lance was the common man with uncommon ability, who overcame adversity. His team was repaid by the postal service, a mercurial/virgoan brand as there ever could be. This is why his fall is strange and as tainted as his urine samples likely were.

Lance was being harassed by the USADA (The US Anti-Doping Agency). While almost all of Hollywood is getting pumped with botulism viruses, HGH and just about any other thing that will sustain the illusion of youth, while men over 40 are being pitched testosterone pre-cursors every 15 minutes on sports talk radio, while deep in the heart of DARPA labs, serums for super soldiers are cooked up for the Captain Americas of tomorrow, Lance gets tarred and feathered by the most absurd watchdog agency. EVER. If the SEC had as much zealous intention and oversight, most of Wall St and nearly all of congress and the senate would be doing time.

Its pretty clear (no, not that clear) that Armstrong is a superior athlete from his chart. he has Jupiter in Sag, which is Jupiter at it’s most potent expression. Sag and Aries rules athletics and in its own sign, Jupiter is amplified times two. At 0 degrees, its a portal. In the Sabian Symbols, 0 degrees Sag, as it relates to Armstrong isn quite interesting. Even though we would read one degree for this symbol, we cannot overlook the all important 30th or 0 degree (at least according to my friend, Lynda Hill). Here is the 30th or 0 degree;

PHASE 270 (SAGITTARIUS 30°): THE POPE, BLESSING THE FAITHFUL

KEYNOTE: The need to pay homage to traditional values upon which the Invisible Community of the spirit is built. The concrete integration of myriads of human individuals within a great religious institution with a long tradition reflects, as well as having produced century after century, an invisible spiritual Community. The “flag bearer” has now become the “Pope,” who assumes the role of God’s representative on earth. It is a role, but culture is based on embodying great Images and deeply moving symbols in physical reality. The symbol asks of the individual: “Are you willing to live a transpersonal life as a symbol?” This is the final and supreme statement of that section of the cycle of the year represented by Sagittarius.

This concludes Scene Eighteen. A collectivity of human beings is seen having “transferred” their sense of spiritual value to a man who has become an incarnation of their common ideal. Keywords: PERSONALIZED WORSHIP. It can be a blessing or in some cases, a curse.

Clearly, we are in the curse phase of this symbol for Armstrong. Also note the transition from flag bearer, Sabian symbol 26, to the Pope, which Rudhyar sees as the transformation of the revelation into spiritual orthodoxy. Where have we seen the image of the flag bearer before?

Neptune also plays a HUGE role as it too is at 0 degrees and conjunct Sag. We can infer all kinds of Neptunian hijinx around this, like using drugs (Neptune) to expand (Jupiter) athletic enhancement (Sag). There’s also the projection of the very type of hero worship in symbol 30/0. All this went down by the way when the Sun was square Armstrong’s Jupiter and Neptune. Lance also has a very prominent conjunction between Mars at 12 degrees Aquarius conjunction his Mean Node in Aquarius at 12 degrees, Can you say science? Using any technological means at his disposal. His chart is marked by exactitude and direct/close degrees. There’s the Neptune/Jupiter exact conjunction, Mars/MN, exact and also Lilith and Uranus also exact in Libra, 12 degrees. Chiron in Aries is also at 12 degrees and is exactly opposite Uranus and BML. Restless, application of will at all costs, especially in relationships and love are a hot spot here for Armstrong. His chart is also marked by a lack of water. None. Zero. Dry as West Texas. Compassion and emotion come from the outside–not in. Replacing emotion with adulation. Love as a remote signal from the masses. Let’s face it, The man is human in extremes. He’s overcome adversity and based on the scientific and darwinian model, should be rewarded, not punished for his achievements in athletics and science, ahem. But we live in a bullshit world where Lance gets strung up on the cross of hypocrisy just days before the GOP convention, getting swept up in the undercurrent of racial baiting that both sides shamelessly promote. Lance is the dirty, white, cheating republican, branded just prior to their biggest stage. But he’s not the only Armstrong. Oh no!. There’s Neil Armstrong, arguably America’s “other” last hero, the man that “walked” on the Moon. if you haven;t listened to my interview with Jay Weidner on Kubrick and the Moon, I headily recommend that you do. You can hear it here.

In the midst of the Vietnam war, riots in Watts, Detroit and shootings at Kent State, America needed a moment where it could be proud and once again regain some its luminescence. That was Armstrong’s “One small step for man.” I’m not going to go into the elaborate minutiae about the NASA and Freemasonry, Clockwork Orangeing, and all the other strangeness around the Apollo missions, but let’s for a moment seal Neil Armstrong in the amber of our memory as America’s last hero, he’s gone now. Passed into the great beyond where the soul catcher on the Moon’s dark side hurtles his essence back into the center of the Sun, joining the dearly departed Kubrick for a cosmic belly laugh of epic proportion and some suitable incarnation on an alternate Earth. He’s gone. Dead. And Lance Armstrong is metaphorically dead (even though Livestrong donations have hit an all-time high) Neil Armstrong died after complications of heart surgery. This would not be uncommon for a Leo, but the timing is quite strange, in the overall arc of the Armstrong/Armstrong vector.

One of the most important symbols for America during the early 20th Century, was Jack Armstrong, the All American Boy, which ran on radio, from 1933 to 1951. It was a classic cereal thriller as it was sponsored by the all american, Wheaties. It debuted on 7/31/33 which would make Jack a Leo! The show was a series of adventures with the young Armstrong (high school) and his two friends, the Billy and Betty Fairfield (fair playing field) globetrotting from adventure-to-adventure, thanks mainly to the Fairfield’s industrialist uncle Jim. The show was a staple of the American diet inasmuch as Wheaties was the breakfast table. He is the third of the Armstrong trinity, representing a heroic ideal and ideation of being an American. Jack Armstrong was eventually morphed into the TV show, Johnny Quest, where Johnny and his buddy Hadji get into all kinds of adventures with his dad and his dad’s pal (ahem) Race Bannon, both of whom look like poster dudes from Tom of Finland.

It is interesting that the Fairfield sibs were altered in this iteration to reflect an emerging globalism and become Johnny’s turban wearing, snake-charming chum.

In two, short days, the Armstrong brand was terminated. This could be inferred as the death of the USA on a metaphoric and perhaps even a prophetic level. In the ashes of Lance Armstong’s legacy, the global icon of Ussain Bolt rises. Running beastly times in the 100, 200, and 100 meter relay, Bolt (Leo) is the man of the moment, bolting and signifying with the all the rest of the stars that illuminate our media’s skies. Bolt is global. He’s Jamaican, British, a planetary citizen, a DJ, spinning tracks with power rings and ancient seals, from bikes to spikes, from wheels to heels. Ussain has become a lightning bolt for alternative research. See for yourself, here.

With the descent and passing of the Armstrongs, we are seeing a ritual passing of the torch. Keep your eyes affixed on the flame of liberty, Pallas Athena’s torch of illumination.

I’ll be back with scopes this week–its been too long. Until then, let’s get into a little Mars in Scorpio. Mars and Scorpio are yoked. Mars is exalted in Scorpio. Its depth. Its power. Its endurance. Its tenacity. Its sex. This is truly an aspect where everyone gets a little needed boost. While Mars was only in Libra from July 4th to till August 23rd, but it felt like a lot longer, especially in relationships, where, let’s face it, Mars in Libra was a real grind, sorting out mine and thine. Mars in Libra is great for make-up sex, but it spends a lot of time negotiating at high volume. Its no coincidence that with Mars in Libra and Jupiter in Gemini, both signs that represent an expression of duality, one inner, the other outer, that we’d be stuck in the middle of a political psyop between two supposed candidates that has done everything is the book to divide and conquer. Watching the fallout from the bizarre re-definition of rape by one Senator Akin, to the vitriolic response from women, to the cynical manipulation of that rage coming from the other side.

With Mars out of Libra, the heat, the rancor and the outrage all get dialed back. There’s something else in the ethers now. Its a feeling that is intense, canny, wise and deep. Recently, in the final degrees of Mars in Libra, Pussy Riot, desecrated an Orthodox church and were thrown in the pokey, amidst much furor and outrage from the likes of Madonna, Lady Gaga, and Trudy Styler. Pussy Riot has all the earmarks of a false front. More atsro-turfed phony agit-prop. While the three courageous avengers of global justice who screw in museums and swear at God in orthodox churches were jailed, in the US, one Brandon Raub gets detained for posting “patriotic lyrics” on Facebook and the truthers come out in support of Raub, full guns blazing. Well, after a brief stint in a psych ward, there seems to be some unraveling of his story and people are looking at him and this event quite differently as well. Here is where the strum and drang of Mars in Libra gives way to the sagacious undertone of Mars in Scorpio. People have the ability to get beneath the surface of things in their lives with Mars in Scorpio and it has the power to transform all aspects in all lives, from malkuth to kether. Life, birth, death, in an affirmation of active participation, that is Mars in Scorpio. Its actually a very positive energy to have in the wake of Issac, people persevering through the force of violence and nature via water.

Scopes on Friday. See you then.


Ussain Bolt says ok!.

Comments 11 Comments »

Melking it for all it’s worth.

Here in the Bay Area, crocodile tears are flowing into McCovey Cove as the Giants star player, Melky Cabrera was just hit with a fifty-game suspension for being caught with elevated levels of testosterone. In lay terms, he cheated. By introducing synthetic testosterone into his system, his workouts became more productive, he recovered faster and unleashed enormous bat speed, which contributed to his National League leading average of .349. Melky even won the MVP of the all star game, recently held in Kansas City, the last team he played for before he got traded to the Giants in the offseason. Cabrera’s performance had in the talk for the MLB MVP and there is little chance that the Giants would be one game out of first place without his timely hits, holding up a club that was leaking runs, every fifth day when Tim Lincecum would start. With Pablo Sandoval off and on the DL and Buster Posey finding his feet under him, after his ankle was nearly destroyed last season, Melky put the Giants on his shoulders and carried them. Then he let them down–literally.

Last week, word came out that Cabrera had failed his drug test. He was having a career year, up for free agency and was looking at a big, fat, payday. There was talk that he could have received five years at $13-14 million per year. That’s not just eff you money–that’s generational eff you money, taking into account that there will also be an economy here to parlay that money into haciendas for his great grandchildren. His impact on the city and the team was so great that a group of grown men dressed up as “Melk-Men” for the Giants home games. The Melk-Men begat Melk-Maids. You see, San Francisco has been the launching pad for Burning Man and the Bay-To-Breakers, where everyone is in full costume identity shift, that it’s seeped into Giants games where people where Panda hats, fake beards and horse heads.

But oh how the Melk’s turned sour!

Not only did Melky get popped, but check this out. His agent had a fake website built that claimed it sold a product with a banned testo-booster and had Melky actually buy the fake product with his credit card. They did this in case he did get caught and could use this as a piece of evidence that Melky didn’t know what he was taking. After he hires all the lawyers just to keep his ass out of the frying pan, he’ll be a long ways from the fortune he was staring down a few weeks ago.

Melky is a Rat. Truly. Born in 1984, Melky is a “Wood Rat.” Rats are known to get what they want/need by any means necessary. Baseball bats are made out of wood. He’s a Leo Rat (8/11/84) and is going to go through his Saturn Return shortly. With Saturn in Scorpio, squaring his cool Aquarian Moon, and his 2nd Decan Leo Sun, Mr. Melkman could be in for a pretty rough go for the first year-and-a-half of his Saturn Return. What’s really interesting is that he had transiting Saturn in Libra, just four degrees off his natal Pluto in Libra. Recently, Lolo Jones, America’s vestal virgin at the XXX Olympics had Saturn directly on her Pluto. She fell short of medaling in the 110 meter hurdles and not only that, but her teammates dogged her out, obviously a little put off by all the pre-Olympic Lolo love. There was an undercurrent of racial tension in their remarks as Jones, of mixed race and much lighter complexion received far more attention they did. While Saturn transiting her Pluto did not result in the sacrifice of her virginity for the reptilian gods of mammon, she took a major hit. Saturn on Pluto shakes, rattles and rolls.

Cabrera has some fairly complex aspects. He’s got a funky T-Square with Venus in Virgo (purity and judgment in relationships), Uranus in Sag (radical expression through sport) and Chiron in Gemini (duplicity) Boy, did they get triggered. Transiting Chiron in Pisces is opposing Melky’s virginal (that word again) Venus in Virgo. Chiron is the wounded healer and its no coincidence that Melky’s teammates now despise him, for not only cheating, but by going so overboard with it, that he created the phony website. The Melkman also has his TN in the sign of the twins, conjuncting his Chiron. While astrology is NOT a science of fate in my mind, but rather a compass towards destiny, its pretty clear, that without a fair amount of conscious awareness, this train was bound to wreck. But on closer attention, there is something much deeper at play.

It wasn’t that long ago when Barry Bonds was crushing baseballs into the chilly brine of McCovey cove. Bonds’ home run production was both prodigious and unprecedented, especially for a man at his age. In this late thirties, his production should have been tailing off. Instead, it was launching him into the stratospheric heights of the game’s all time greats. Bonds currently holds the all time record for home runs in both a single season and in a career. He eclipsed his solar opposite, Hank Aaron to hold the home run crown. Aaron is an Aquarius and Bonds, like Cabrera is a Leo. Bonds is a first decan Leo which is ruled by Leo. Cabrera is a second deacon Leo, ruled by Sag. One wants fame, the other achievement through some numinous act. But here’s the deal. This chemical drama is more than just chance, or the proximity of the most cutting edge performance enhancement labs in the country.

The Melky affair is archetypal.

You see, after millions and millions of taxpayer dollars spent to get Barry Bonds for perjuring himself, absolutely zero closure has ever occurred around one of the most controversial and least liked athletes in modern history. He and Roger Clemens (also a Leo) have been at the center of the steroidal witch hunt for the past six years. Most clear thinking people know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that Bonds and Clemens used PEDS to achieve greatness and acquire large sums of cash in the process. Like Bonds, Clemens’s recent run through the judiciary gauntlet ended in a mistrial and he’s now free to continue to be the a-hole that he’s been throughout his career. But I am getting a bit of track here. The complexity of the Bonds affair has left an open wound, a psychic gap that even a magical world series in 2010 has not been able to close and heal. In a Jungian sense, Melky Cabrera is the unclaimed shadow of Bonds’ and the Giants fan base, thrashing in a denial deeper than McCovey Cove. Melky even resembles a troll, ever-so-slightly, but now he’s a demon raised from the depths of BALCO’s synthetic vats of human potential and super-soldier Nazi juice. He’s also become Bonds’ wicker man, burning in a public effigy the way that the all-time home run hitter never did or will. This is a classic case of transference but also a reminder of the powers of the collective unconscious to dredge up, especially on a mass level, the unclaimed and unresolved matters of the psyche.

At the end of the day, Bonds might be symbolic of Baseball’s rampant steroid era, but Melky Cabrera will be its frankenstein monster, unleashed on the public as the horrific and betraying other and unless fandom and Bonds come to understand this and expose the shadow in the light of awareness, the beast of science and denial will forever haunt the house that Barry built.

Comments 7 Comments »

Descent into the 8th House.

With all due respect for Whitney Houston, who is no doubt in a much better place, she died a while ago. We’re not talking Osama Bin Laden a while ago, but spiritually, Whitney Houston had been a cadaver for well over a decade. Randy Quaid has spoken at length about star-whackers, where actors and actresses are killed or die under mysterious circumstances. Heath Ledger and River Phoenix come to mind as two examples of darkness descending over their lives like tornadoes of doom and then snuffing out their spark. Whitney was in slow whack mode.

I was reading up on her bio and I didn’t realize that one of her first producers was Bill Laswell. I think it might have been the time that Laswell was working with Nona Hendrix and Material. Today happens to be Laswell’s birthday.

The week started off with Madonna (Leo) and the ostentatiously, hidden-in-plain-sight, halftime, super bowl ritual and ends with the Grammy, Whitney (Leo) tribute ritual. Here we have the rebirth of Madonna and the death of Whitney. White and black. Madonna is the rising Sun/Leo and Whitney, the setting Sun/Leo. Don’t forget that it was Whitney’s stirring rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, which kicked off Super Bowl 21, with you guessed it, the New York Giants. It was the anthem of the Gulf War.

It was said that she overdosed on Xanax and drowned in the tub of her guest suite at the Beverly Hilton. Transiting Chiron in Pisces was in her 12th house opposite her natal Uranus in Virgo in the 6th. So was Neptune.

Its hard being didactic and analytical when it comes to someone’s passing, using astrology as some sort of forensic tool, and yet this opposition stands out. It points to a crisis, especially since Uranus is at the last degrees of the 6th house of health. This has always been an erratic aspect to Houston’s life in general. The flutter and wow from the 6th to the 7th, the vulnerable cusp where her life with Bobby Brown and their deeply codependent arrangement was always in some sort or nervous crisis. Uranus at this position is highly unstable. Chiron and Neptune flood the consciousness in the aqueduct of the opposition. There is finally too much to hold back.

There are murmurs of hidden hands and dark forces at work. They’ve always been at work around Whitney. She’ll go down as the black Judy Garland of our time. Now her eighteen-year-old daughter is in the hospital due to a nervous breakdown. Somedays I wish the Pacific Ocean would take the recording industry and flush it out to sea.

A few years back, Whitney and Bobby traveled to Israel to meet with the African Hebrew Israelites Of Jerusalem. This was a separatist movement that was started by Ben Ammi Ben Israel, in Chicago, 1966. They are a Coptic fusion of Old Testament Christianity, the Nation of Islam and the belief that they were one of the original lost tribes that was forced out of the holy lands to West Africa, where they got scooped up in the slave trade, ironically by the likes of Aaron Lopez and other Maranno Jews from Rhode Island. That’s another story for a different time though.

Ben Ammi Ben Israel or BABI for short took about 350 or so African Hebrews from Chicago to Liberia, then to Israel, specifically Dimona (home of Israel’s nuke facility) where they’ve been squatting ever since. Finally, after four decades, Israel recognized them and has integrated them into things like the IDF and the Maccabiah Games.

As I mentioned, Whitney and Bobby were there and it appears that Whitney was baptized by them in an effort on her brother’s part to invoke some sort of spiritual healing. Her chart was devoid of planetary water, with the exception of Neptune in Scorpio (exactly conjunct Black Moon Lilith) in the house of death and rebirth (8th). She did have Chiron in Pisces in her first house. There is so much we don’t know about her. The dark details of her life and death will be shrouded, until perhaps the return of Chiron in her chart, post-mortem at 13 degrees (the number of the death card), which passing over her ascendant and into the first house, might just reveal some of Neptune and Lilith’s buried secrets.

Until then, we’ll be hearing her music a lot for the next few weeks. People will buy her songs on iTunes or maybe even pop for the CDs if they still do that sort of thing. The record industry and the publishers will rake in the money thanks to ASCAP fees and mechanicals/publishing from her music and they won’t turn it down. Death in Hollywood is good for business.

Comments 7 Comments »

Imitation of Christ devoured by a lion.

The Moon was big and fat, full and round in Taurus. Sort of like the Sophie Tucker of the skies. If she’s a bit before your times, I would have said like the Jennifer Hudson of the skies, but that was before she lost all that weight and started prancing around in those animal-print MK-Ultra slave minis. You get the picture.

That synthetic goddess up there was one ripe and sassy mama in close proximity to the Falstaffian Jupiter. Think Chris Farley or maybe John Belushi, both of whom, I recently discovered were Aquarians. I was going to post this on the Full Moon, but in the spirit of Taurus, was a little lax and lazy. Let’s cut to the skinny on this zaftig Moon.

It was opposing the Scorpio Sun.

Can you say illumination?

Man, some real down and dirty has hit the ceiling fan. I also think that Merc/Venus in sagacious Sag and the ongoing hard angle between Uranus and Pluto have a little to do with what’s going down. This column is going to veer a bit now that the Moon is in Gemini, so hold on.

Fall Of The Lion King

If you haven’t seen what’s happening at Penn State, you’re living under a rock. It might be the worst scandal ever to hit college football. It makes that booster banging Notre Dame thing pale in comparison. Long time defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky was charged with multiple counts of sexual abuse, endangerment of a minor, molestation, you name it. Sandusky was lauded for his ability to crank out NFL stars at “Linebacker U,” like Matt Millen and Lavar Arrington. He was considered a key member of Penn State’s perennial powerhouse standing. Head coach, Joe Paterno got the press, but Sandusky was considered the brains of the defense. While he was scheming against opponents offenses, Sandusky was also scheming to violate young men through his “Second Mile” foundation that was established by Sandusky to help the youth of Pennsylvania. Sandusky used it as a means to seduce and violate them. Many times. “Second Mile” was named one of George H. W. Bush’s “1000 Points Of Lights.” It also had deep ties to wealthy Penn State boosters. Mark Madden, a radio talk show host has been working on the Penn State scandal for a while and intimated that it could get very ugly for the regents and alumni of Penn State. Remember, they are “The Nittany Lions.” Keep this in mind. The Penn State campus is in “Happy Valley.” Read the rest of this entry »

Comments 2 Comments »