As I’ve been getting used to my new, astrological flatmate, Neptune, leasing out a room in my 4th House for the next two-and-a-half years, I’ve been meditating on the topic of the fall, personal and collective fall. What goes up, must come down or in the second law of thermodynamics which states that; The total entropy of an isolated system can only increase over time. It can remain constant in ideal cases where the system is in a steady state (equilibrium) or undergoing a reversible process. Eventually, all things come to a collapse, some sooner than later.
I’m meditating on this concept due to trans-Neptune’s opposition to my MC. I’m courting my vulnerability, the places where I’m not only not strong, but even atrophied. Not an easy position to assume at the mid-point of my life. I think that the best literary example of this is King Lear.
Lear is the proud ruler who suffers a fall from grace by pitting his daughters against one another, and descends into madness as a result. The final scenes of Lear find him deliriously roaming the wastelands in a blind quest for nothing with the court fool. This is the hard gravitational force of spiritual entropy. Everything has been taking from him, mostly due to his hubris. Even the fool ranks higher since the fool had nothing to lose and has courted oblivion his entire life. Even he has greater standing than the tragic Lear.
As controversy swirls around Corey Goode, David Wilcock and the Blue Avian opera, we can this process of the fall slowly unfold before us, as Goode rose to meteoric heights with his dazzling tales of secret space programs, other worlds, orbs and Blue Avians. Wilcock was Lewis playing to Goode’s Clark as they unwound stories that were straight out of 1950’s comic books like Amazing Tales. Goode received awards and a long stay at Gaia, which is no easy feat, considering that I was there and know the tenuous nature of their contracts and agreements. They have long term plans for Corey.
But his ascent as whistle blower with a jet pack was interrupted when Bill Ryan posted an interview where he claimed that Goode was delusional and that his fantastic story was part marketing, part fairy tale and part assemblage of similar accounts. Then it went next level. Randy Maugans turned on the high beams and the disclosure of disclosure heated up. Then it became a nasty scrum with the likes of Dark Journalist (Daniel Liszt), Alfred Webre and Stephen Greer piling on (the latter two with their own skeletons rattling around their closets). The only thing sustaining Goode/Wilcock is the unwavering support of their network as their franchise investments. That’s been the case for years with David as prediction after prediction failed to come to fruition as the dark cabal often spoken of in sober, yet prophetic terms, seems to still be in power.
Wilcock is about as untouchable as Hilary Clinton.
The second law of thermo dynamics didn’t take into account money, power and influence as an air pocket of sustainability
Maybe due to the fact that Wilcock is a Pisces and he can bob up and down like a raft adrift in Neptune’s roiling seas.
Over the weekend as I meditated on this notion of the fall, I was riveted by a documentary on James Arthur Ray, the self-help guru who was on the cusp of joining the ranks of Robbins, Toll, and Chopra as a modern magus for the masses. With his appearance in The Secret and a cozy spot on Oprah’s couch, Ray was reaching the refined ethers of the big time and then tragedy struck. On the weekend of 10/11/09 in Sedona, Ray was leading his spiritual warrior workshop and the apex of the weekend was the sweat lodge event.
In a sweltering, low-ceilinged-dome, covered in toxic plastics, three people would eventually die from heat and blood poisoning. James Ray would be their agent of death, ingloriously shepherding them into the afterlife. What ensued would be the fall of James Ray. From Oprah’s couch to prison. Ray spent two years in prison for the wrongful deaths of the three participants who never made it out of that death lodge.
The documentary chronicles Ray’s fall and subsequent return to the motivational circuit. I wanted to look at his chart to see if there were markers along the way and from the celestial perspective, who is James Ray?
There’s no known chart for Ray, but we do know where and what day he was born on (Honolulu, 11/22/57). If you’re keeping score at home, Ray’s life path is a 55 or a 1. It’s fairly uncommon and potently high vibrational. There’s a huge amount of glamour associated with the master numbers (11, 22, 33, 44, 55) but being able to handle, hold and ground the energy isn’t easy. Sometimes the high vibrations and a calling are as much a curse as a blessing. I rectified Ray’s chart by looking at his prison time an where it would align with his 12th House. This turned out to be a 6AM chart, which would put his 12th House at 23 Libra. Ray would begin his jail time on 11/17/11. He would celebrate his 11/22/11 birthday in a cell. What should have been a career/lifetime portal for Ray was a deep. spiritual lock down.
Transiting Saturn in Libra and subsequently Scorpio would mark Ray’s jail time and line him up with his Saturn return and the act of resurrecting himself. Witnessing this in the video is alternately strangely inspiring and disgusting. America loves a comeback story but James Ray will test how much we will forgive and forget. We watch Ray work with his trainer to get back in shape, we see the transformation process at work. He emerges from prison with long hair and a startling humility. As the doc progresses, his hair gets shorter, clipped to the point of his pre-prison persona. He’s teaching his Harmonic Wealth material, while staving off his critics who do not feel that he has the right to play guru again. Seeing him work a potential client on an up-sell. one wonders if he’s learned anything at all as he slickly moves into the scaly old skin of preacher/promoter. Speaking of preacher . . .
James Ray’s father was a fire and brimstone, healing hands preacher in Tulsa, Oklahoma where Ray spent the very awkward years of his youth. Saturn as the father plays a significant role in his chart, conjuncting Mercury and the Moon. Ray was born under the zeal of the Sag New Moon. The Moon/Saturn conjunction isn’t warm and fuzzy. Emotions tend to be hard at times, even dispatched like executive orders. When Kirby Brown, one of the people who died was in distress, Ray was told of her condition. Here’s where his Moon/Saturn conjunction kicked in. Ray said that she had done it before and assured that she would get through it. What doesn’t kill us make us stronger, but sometimes, it just kills us. The makeshift sweat lodge would become Brown’s sarcophagus.
Ray’s potent stellium in Sag is charismatic, particularly in the 1st House of the rectified chart. Trine Uranus in the 9th House (unconventional beliefs) he get’s the Aquarian torque, the which helps in re-packaging older practices and belief systems (Sag and especially Saturn) with something new (Uranus). His Mercury/Uranus trine adds originality and a touch of genius. From the 9th to the 1st House is the reception of transmissions from a higher source where they are embodied and shared on a personal level. But while he has Sag in spades. he also has three planets in Scorpio (TN, Mars and Neptune with the latter being conjunct by six degrees). Ray is here to learn about magic, power and responsibility) in this lifetime. Mars in Pluto is potent, but it’s potency is somewhat diffused conjunct Neptune. It’s less rooted in eroticism and manifests in fantasy, mesmerism and spell casting. James Ray has warlock energy and in this chart it’s hidden in the 12th. Those Scorp aspects also square Uranus and that’s energy of, well, sudden death. People see and get Sag the Teacher, but behind the scenes, he’s working darker channels and it comes through the Scorpio ascendent. Part of Ray’s lesson in this lifetime is the battle between light and dark, the competing powers of heaven and hell.
DEATH IN THE 10TH HOUSE
With the advent of modern astrology, the old, fated symbolic interpretations gave way to more, evolutionary ways of astrological language. As modern psychology merged with astrology, Pluto went from grim reaper to shadow and death became transformation. But sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar and Pluto is Pluto. In the case of Ray’s chart, Pluto in the 10th House can be a harbinger of death and not just the death of there three people who passed away over six-years-ago, but the death of James Ray’s career and now, apparently it’s resurrection. what’s striking about the documentary is any lack of friends or long term relationships. There are no life long friends, lovers, or ex-wives. Just his brother, mother and father. One gets the sense that Ray’s most intimate connections are with the people that serve him, his assistants and the people he serves aka his clients. The isolated quality of relationships could be chalked up to his craggy Capricorn Venus, which also speaks to professional, not necessarily personal relationships–square Jupiter in Libra it hints at exploitation and potentially manipulation. In quintile with Neptune, there’s also a sense that his relationships are also about some form of spiritual service and connection, perhaps with his clients. As an astrologer, counselor and guide, I get this (just look at my 11th House), but in Ray’s case, it’s striking.
While he seems quite at home with his lone ranger status, he’s certainly not adverse to making new connections which can serve him. When he was interviewed by Piers Morgan, then with CNN, on the heels of the sit down, Morgan’s manager and publicist took Ray on as a client and still manages him to this day.
Saturn’s been moving across Ray’s Sun/Moon/Mercury/Saturn for the past three years and he’s had to deal with the karmic repercussions of his past actions while clearing out the past-thirty years of learned and patterned response. Unlike King Lear who suffered from his ignominious fall, Ray’s descent was braced by a prison cot and not the aimless wanderings of a blind-old-man.
Taking on a role where lives are influenced by thoughts, words and actions is one of the trickiest there is. The inherent dangers are out there for anyone with eyes to see. From corrupt gurus, to pedophilic priests, to self-help titans trying to stay one-step-ahead of their competition, the casualties either get wise or succumb to even deeper traumas than the ones they were trying escape from.
With Neptune on the MC of the US chart, this is part of our collective story of faith, fall and redemption. The truth is, no man or woman can fully lead us to our spiritual dwelling place, which is conscious union with God, outside the dream of separation. They made add fuel to our journey, help right the ship, but the final steps on that path is ours and ours alone.
Sometimes, what’s going on, on the inside is more potent than the daily spin, though not always as easy to deal with than the decoding of phenomenon. I’ve decided to open my astro-veins and talk about some of the aspects that are coursing through my life. Sometimes at a glacial rate.
Back in 2003 I was at a small dinner party in San Diego and there was an astrologer there. We talked about various aspects, transits, etc., and I saw this transit well into my future, the Neptune conjunction of the South Node in my 4th House. I brought it up with a pre-mature sense of dread and we talked it out of my anxious field. Well, as of last month, it hit me like tsunami.
As an astrologer, I do my best to find the redemptive energies in just about every aspect, but to be frank, some are just harder to love than others and this transit is one of them.
One of my favorite transits from my past was when the ruler of Pisces was in Aqua, in my 3rd House. Aside from the occasional memory loss, I loved Neptune’s stream of consciousness slowly coursing though that mental sphere. When it trined my Mercury/Moon, my intuition was off the charts–I was pretty kind as well. Those were the days.
A month ago, I lost a seventeen-year-friendship as Neptune started to blot out my South Node and spin like a celestial whirlpool, creating a sucking vortex opposite my North Node, my worldly purpose. It wasn’t just the loss of the friendship but the words and feelings behind. Frankly, I was shocked by the level of cruelty, which morphed two days later, into self-pity and nearly suicidal contrition. Of course, Neptune’s elixirs were involved, spirits, summoning the demons of the past on demand, soon-to-be ghosts of the present. And just days after that, my relationship that I’d been in for the past year hit a deep trough, and I was searching for my own form of Neptunian liberation, via margaritas and avoidance. It didn’t work. Did I fail to mention that this transit is going to last 2.5 years? By the end of December, 2019, I’ll have been put through the Neptunian rinse cycle.
When working with clients, I do my best to elevate both understanding and the actual interpretation of a transit/aspect. Neptune is always one of the more difficult ones, because it doesn’t happen like the Uranian thunderclap, or the Plutonian forge that burns the dross of the soul. It’s not like the steady hammer and chisel of Saturn. Neptune is subtle, then forceful like wave at Mavericks, taking you under, then calm, tranquil, then another mighty swell of the soul. Neptune brings suffering unlike any of the outer planets and with suffering comes self-medication, which is where most of the planet is at these days with massive opiod addiction. I get it. This is a rough time on Terra and we’ve been in in deep trauma mode for the last fifty years. People are desperate for a way out of their suffering.
A GOD SIZED VOID
When I was in my twenties, I spent a day at Tassajara, tucked away in the hills of the Carmel Valley, an old German spa transformed into a Zen oasis by the SF Zen Center. I was in a hot pool with two other men. One guy was in recovery, the other looked like he was in recovery from retiring early ie, he had some cash reserves. The recovery guy talked about how he was trying to fill a void in his life through drugs and the sage retiree said, “Like trying to fill a God-sized void.”
This is Neptunian language.
We can’t have a discussion about Neptune unless we dive into acts of surrender, letting go, blessing, forgiving, humbling ourselves in the deep pool of our imperfections. The ultimate reward of challenging Neptune is measured by our ability to reflect and embody deeply important spiritual principles and inner realities.
So that’s where I am as I sort through not just the dissolution of life circumstances, but also a reality that exists in opposition to who and what I do in the world, what I’m not just known for, but is linked to my dharma/purpose. I have no idea how this is going to unfold, but the early weather report seems stormy and it looks like I’ll be in for heavy weather for a while.
On June 12th at 2AM, Omar Mateen supposedly took out an AR and wiped out fifty plus, clubbers at the Gay nightclub, “Pulse” in of all places, Orlando, home of Disney and bastion of “family values” when anyone who has gazed into Walt’s dark naval, knows that Disney is an occult emporium posing as a family destination, whether it’s its channel, movies or theme parks. So on some level, we’re witnessing the shadow of Disney externalized, whether or not you believe this event was real, staged or a combination of both. We’ll look at all of those possibilities over the course of this post.
About two weeks ago, I was on the phone with Regina Meredith and we were talking about our next series of shows, which we completed today. I was riffing on retrograde Saturn in Sag and how it was in opposition of Saturn’s position at 8:48 AM, September eleventh, 2001.
At the point, transiting Saturn was in exact opposition with 9/11 Saturn and I told her that another 9/11 event would be on it’s way, because there was a rising interest in 9/11, being sparked by Donald Trump’s comments about the Saudi’s, which were partially true, in Trump fashion, but close enough so that enquiring minds, with their fingers leaping into the WWW might just find something that deviates from the party line. What do we get? The supposedly largest gun massacre in US history, excluding the Molech sacrifice of the Branch Davidians, where eighty-two men, women and children were killed by either gunfire, flames or beneath the bloody grind of tank treads.
Guess who was running that operation?
As soon as we start talking about 9/11, we get Orlando, which pops into the timeline and buries the rising narrative.
Let’s take a look at the chart for the Pulse nightclub for early Sunday morning.
First off, we that the ascendant is at 29 degrees Pisces. This is the last degree in the zodiac and it’s anorectic. The anorectic degree is the most puzzling, troubling and complex degree in the zodiac. The energy of the sign is about to die, fade into oblivion as the next sign is about to be born, so it’s effects vary, but one of the aspects that most astrologers agree with, is that it is unstable. Most people born with anorectic Sun’s or rising signs will often set off on a particular course, make plans, get close to consummation and then drop the plans and go in a different direction altogether. It’s frustrating for people involved with the anorectic degree personality and for anorectic type it can be sheer torture.
If we use this model for the Orlando event, Orlando event, with the mutable, Piscean, anorectic degree, we can see that the narrative has already changed. Mateen has gone from a Gay hating Muslim, to a self-hating, closeted homosexual. For Trump, he’s the manifestation of the radical, Islamic threat. For Obama and Clinton, he’s morphed into a homegrown terrorist, who hated the Gay community. This is the anorectic effect in action. Neptune/Pisces is the sign of the scapegoat. We all know that. There’s also sacrifice involved with Pisces thanks to the Christos Mythos (See Christina Grimmie, born March 12th aka Pisces). So what we have here is the sacrifice of social scapegoats and yet, some things continue to defy logic and pragmatism. Scores of eyewitnesses lined up for testimony and lament, for friends and the friends of friends while we witness some of them laughing, or doing everything in their power to coax tears from barren ducts. It’s starting to feel like Sandy Hook all over again, and of course, a Sandy Hook mother writes an open letter to the friends and family of the Pulse victims list. So now we have Sandy Hook pulled in. On the other side of the country, there are echoes of San Bernadino and the high strange of that event. It’s quite a cocktail; 911, Sandy Hook and San Bernardino, all rolled into one. But hold on there’s more!
Looking back on the date of 6/12throughout history,:
• 1942, Anne Frank receives a diary for her 13th birthday.
• 1963, Civil rights leader, Medgar Evers is killed in front of his home in Jackson, Mississippi, by KKK member, Byron De La Beckwith.
• 1964, Mandela is sentenced to life in prison (where he will eventually be resurrected with the Mandela effect) ☺.
• 1978, David Berkowitz, aka “Son of Sam” is sentenced to 365 years in prison for six killings.
• 1994, Nicole Brown and Ron were killed outside of her home in Los Angeles.
June 12th is fraught with murder, civil rights slaughter and icons of the oppressed.
But wait there’s more!!!
On June 12th, 1997, Queen Elizabeth II re-opened the Globe Theatre. This is where Shakespeare’s plays were performed, where men played the role of women and all the world was a stage. The Globe Theatre has become a codec of sorts for the world as a matrix where it’s all staged theater. So here comes the next puzzle piece.
In 1992, a film by Sally Potter was released. While it debuted on 9/1/92, it opened for widespread release in the USA on June 9th, 1993. The name of the film? “Orlando.” Two days later, it was released in Ireland on June 11th. 9-11. The premise of the film? Queen Elizabeth I (played by England’s favorite queer, Quentin Crisp) grants young Orlando the gift of extreme longevity so that he could learn and grow in wisdom. Something funny happens along the way with Orlando; He becomes a woman and then a man and then a woman again.
NEPTUNE SUN/MERCURY SQUARE
As we move away from the ASC, our next stop on the Grand Cross is the square between Neptune in Pisces and SUN/Venus in the 3rd House. That’s Gemini’s house, that’s duality, more than one story at the local level. Neptune is squaring the energy and the identity of the moment as well as the information that’s attached to it. In both cases, the Neptune Square conflates the sub-atomic fabric of the event and can be entirely deceptive when it comes to dispensing the information. In essence, we can’t believe what we are seeing and being told, because there’s multiple agendas in play (3rd House/Gemini Sun/Venus. There’s the squares to the Moon/Jupiter/North Node (Virgo) as well in the 6th with Saturn at the top of the chart in Sag, opposite Sun/Venus, Saturnian figures are using the chaos and the duality of the event to assert control or at the very least dominate the talking points. These aspects would be planetary at that time, but what sets Orlando apart is the time/place of the ascendant which places all the mutability in mutable angles in conflict, strain, opposition and deception.
In the big picture, the broad perspective, we have an event that establishes a new victim class for a new civil rights movement (LGBT), another plank in the race to disarm the populace, the reassertion of the radical Muslim narrative and the general spreading of fear. We can see that this day in history carries with it a weight and backlog of sacrifice and events that mirror it as a catalyst for “social change.” There’s also the synchromystic element of the film, Orlando, which provides a virtual drop into a vortex of strange simulacra, paralleling the intersexual underpinnings of the event.
EDITOR’S NOTEI was given a link to a “Live Leak” piece on a film called, “The Big Fix,” a documentary about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Watch below as the security guard looks a lot like Omar Mateen and listen to what he has to say.
What I’m about to write might alienate you, anger you, push you further away from being a client/student/friend, but that’s the way it goes. Long ago, I realized that my brand of content wasn’t for everyone, but for those who wanted to awaken from their slumber of denial and complicity, the work has been effective.
When we talk about awakening, what is it that we are actually referring to? Is it cognition and awareness of our own robotic reactions in a world of other reactive robots? Is it the fact that almost all of history and the current rendition of reality is/are fake simulations conjured up by the Archonic mages of finance, governance and media? What does it mean to be awake and are their limitations or conditions we need to be aware of? Continue reading “Surviving The Illusion Part One, The Saturn/Neptune Square, Missouri’s Racial Tension Comes To A Head”
And so it begins. On the day cursed by the Templars in honors of Jacques DeMolay’s arrest and subsequent death on Friday, October 13th, 1307, the final square between Uranus and Pluto initiates the last, major cycle of catalysis. Imagine the ward of planetary fields torqueing at angles of extreme disruption and potential, magnetic fields in dynamic collision, with Mars riding on tip of it all, whipping the celestial surge into a potent and dynamic field of transformation. This is where we are as we head into our own version of the Hadron collider, anticipating the Solar Eclipse, New Moon and Vernal Equinox all on one, burning day in the not-so-distant-future. Then, shortly, thereafter, a Blood Moon on Passover—are you ready for it? Even if you aren’t, well, it doesn’t matter. We’re all learning on the fly anyway in the post-history of the world that no one ever managed to tell you ended.
When I was back in Boulder last week, Jay Weidner surfaced a topic we had talked about before, briefly, that the world as we knew it did indeed change on 12/21/12, but not in the way that we could have foreseen. His premise (which I agree with) was the subtle, but pervasive awakening that is rippling through our collective awareness. People are getting wise. They are seeing the fracturing fractals of our pixilated reality. The world is on dial up and we’re fiber-optically connected into the grid of creation. There is a beauty and a danger to this potent epiphany, and that the world is an illusion and yet it is deadly real. We’re playing for keeps and yet we’re not. This is the sublime paradox of the liminal state. Continue reading “Uranus in Aries Square Pluto In Capricorn, Friday The 13th, The Gnostic Christ, Timelines, Timelords, Dreaming And Awakening”