Virgo Rising, Pisces Sun. Welcome to the new America
Well, I suppose we had to have the dramatic Pluto/Uranus square step in before I did part two of this. Well, that and I had a big baseball weekend for my son, so here we are looking int the future of the USA. One of the things that really jumped out at me from this chart is that early on in Obama’s first term, he made the proclamation that America will lead from behind. There were a lot of ways to interpret this declaration. His critics suggested he was weak and that intention would lead America to be bullied by any number of forces or nation states throughout the world. His supporters applauded the sentiment, having tired of wars in Iraq, and Afghanistan.
The embarrassment of Abu Ghraib and the ongoing defilement of human rights at Guantonomo. Bush’s Texas styled global justice and the “spreading of democracy” had left many Americans weary, shame riddled and powerless in the face of Neocon, full spectrum dominance, who were high off the 911 ritual, flush with cash and armed with Patriot Act, which gave them permission, to preemptively dec;are war without approval, spy on potential victims and torture without reprisal. The mood of the country was dark, depressed and hollowed out. The financial crisis of 2008 wasn’t just a material bankruptcy, Americans had been left with little hope and their emotional and spiritual bank accounts were equally drained.
When Obama came in and intoned that we would lead from behind, it was in many ways a sigh of relief. Leading from the front didn’t look that good anymore. The Virgo Ascendant reflects not only that sentiment, but it’s actuality. The Sag ascendant of the original chart, which has expansion as it’s energetic expression, has given way to a more conservative and service oriented nation. With this ascendant, the USA should not be in the business of spreading anything, let alone democracy. The thrust here is to serve and come to the aid of others. Healing is also an aspect of this ASC.
One could make a case that the latest foray into West Africa to deal and heal with Ebola could very well reflect this ascendant, if the intention is to actually heal, versus using it as a pretext for other covert acts and means. This can be seen with Leo in the 12th House. While Virgo on the ASC appears to the world as helpful and ready to meet the needs of those around them, Leo in 12th can indicate a very different agenda. Leo here is most certainly the power behind the humble front. Think of modern nobility, who have abdicated their formal rule in favor of the nation state, while still exerting control from behind the scenes, posing as mere figureheads. With this chart, it’s also interesting to note that Obama’s supposed Sun sits in the 12th House, which means that not only is he fully seen, but his own identity is a mystery, shrouded in the vast oceanic space of rumor, intrigue, controversy and his nebulous origin. Read the rest of this entry »
It seems like most of the people coming to me for readings these days have either Gemini or Cancer rising as part of their charts. Cancer Rising are like the zodiac’s version of the canary in the coal mine. With their heightened sensitivity and psychic antenna, while being connected to the intense array of cardinal energy circulating through the skies of our lives, they are on edge. They want to know what’s up or down or just around the corner. But most importantly, they want to know what they can do with their lives. When we approach this subject, I look to their mid-heaven and lo and behold, there is Pisces, the great fish, staring back down at them through sea of stars.
The Pisces midheaven is one of the more difficult signs for the MC, even if there are planets hanging out in the 10th or even hugging it, coming in from the 9th. Why? Why does Pisces on the MC pose such a challenge and if you have it, what can you do with it?
First off, we need to discuss some of the traits of the Pisces/Mid Heaven character. There is often a vague sense of mission and purpose in the person’s life. They feel as if they have a calling, a mission, a purpose, but due to the misty and mystical nature of Pisces in such an important position of the chart it’s often very difficult to pin down or nail. Unlike say a Capricorn MC, where the individual would have a life plan and take all of the painfully necessary steps to execute it, the Pisces MC offers no such clues or maps. It’s a journey into the formless quest to find spiritual purpose and meaning. This can often lead to a quixotic journey, where the individual can try on any number of hats and vocations, looking for one to fit on the crown snugly enough, where work isn’t just work, but the fulfillment of the soul’s desire to touch the world with compassion, beauty, hope and redemption. These are not the traits and trends of the marketplace, especially in an increasingly Capricornistic Earth plane. But is just what the individual with Pisces on the MC must attempt and experience, time and again, often falling short of the mark, which is often the case.
Recently, I had a client share with me that they wanted to be like Gandhi or Buddha or Jesus and leave their spiritual mark on this world. Yep, Pisces on the MC. It wasn’t delusional at all, but these were the men and symbols of the type of energy that they were wanting to anchor and bring into the world. It’s the deepest desire and commitment that they are here to make and one of the most difficult. The Cancer AC gives them ample sensitivity to grapple with the world’s pain on a daily basis, the trick of course is to transmute that suffering into a life path.
People with Pisces on the MC must explore the avenues available to them that are intrinsically Piscean to accomplish this task. They need to experiment with art, especially the non-verbal forms of it, to channel the limitless spectrum of creation. By doing so, they will drop into archetypal spaces of emotions and the planetary dramas of our most common and universal themes; love, loss, betrayal, chaos, temptation and faith. To approach the Piscean MC with the artistic path, is to open the self to energies and powers that are not easily controlled and the individual must literally surrender to the experience of titanic forces, the grand cosmic tale being told through them. Not everyone has the spine and willingness to submit to this profound, yet rigorous process.
Another version, much more in tune with our times in some ways is the realm of the social worker/missionary. Here, people are able to take the desire of the Piscean impulse and apply it to a vocation which has a defined curriculum and career path, although at some level, it gets fouled with corruption and political manipulation, like just about anything else here. I cite the acting out of Cloward-Piven to game and overload the welfare system as just one example of how faith, hope and charity are leveraged for ideological muscle. In this case, the individual with the Pisces MC must be aware of the potential that the world will taint their work and vision of a more just and compassionate society. They would have to be happy with the gains and strides they could make within the system and simply forgive those that would not be able to see the bigger picture, the greater heart of all things.
The shadow side of of the Pisces MC is to lose faith in the process and potentially succumb to the very same things that the individual would be working towards. This loss of faith can lead to addiction or aberrant behaviors which could care less about rules and order. The outlaw, Jesse James had Pisces on the MC in addition to living a life of lawlessness, James was also a Freemason.
if the person with Pisces on the MC ever achieves any sort of fame, they can become the object of other peoples projections and even their covert manipulations. Arnold Schwarzenegger, Leo Sun/Cancer AC/Pisces MC became the object of hero worship in the 80’s and 90s’, which led to the rise of his political career in the state of California, which began in a very Piscean Mc like fashion. The Governator was elected via a special election, because, apparently, then Guv, Gray Davis, was doing such a horrible job, that they just couldn’t wait a couple of years to kick his ass out. Well, that was the cover story. You see Gray Davis was sitting on some very powerful, inside info. Pete Wilson, who preceded Davis had conveniently taken a couple of key power stations offline, which put the entire California grid at risk. During the years of 2000 and 2001, California experienced a massive overload to it’s electrical grid and the state experienced brownouts and blackouts. Unable to meet it’s residents demand for power, Wilson bought power from nearby states and the company that brokered those deals was none other than Enron.
Fast forward to 2005 and California’s special election. In the weeks prior to it, Arnie meets with Pete Wilson, (the supposedly deceased Ken Lay) and Warren Buffett at a hotel in Los Angeles, where they would plot out his gubernatorial grab and once he was firmly ensconced in Sacramento, he would then eliminate any traces of Enron’s larcenous relationship to the state and it’s tax payers.
Completely in line with his Piscean Mid Heaven, Arnie ran against an army of freaks and geeks such as porn star, Mary Carey and the late, Gary Coleman. The only semi-serious challenger was democrat, Cruz Bustamante, but Arnie’s fat budget and celebrity were enough to crush him and just about anyone else. Ironically, this election helped out Arianna Huffington, Cancer Sun/Cancer Moon/Scorpio AC more than almost anyone.
I used Arnold as a example of the Pisces MC as both a symbol of projection and hero worship and the machiavellian machinations of the power elite, covering their tracks under the guise of some other cause celebre. It was pure, Piscean misdirection and manipulation.
Arnie is not the only actor with Pisces on the MC–far from it. Robert DeNiro, John Travolta, Kenneth Brannagh Angie Jolie and many other very successful and well known thespians have Pisces up there. It’s their ability to blend, merge, and dissolve into mythic archetypes through single-eyed vision of public perception that allows them not just fame, but a formal way for them to shape shift as a vocation, for better or worse.Great directors like Spielberg and Kurosawa als have Pisces on the MC, since Pisces rules film, this would be a notch and groove fit. Someone has to capture all of those great actors.
But here we are now. How can the person with Pisces on the Mid Heaven truly find purpose and meaning? In the purest sense, they must commune with their soul aka higher self, which, ironically, has it’s closest point of access via the “MId Heaven.” Through prayer and mediation, through thoughtfully asking and humbly listening, the individual with Pisces on the MC can receive hints, clues, images, symbols and even synchronicities which will give them guidance and the right path to take, however, they must act on what they receive out of faith and then proceed to do the work, whatever they have been compelled to do. It might not always make sense to the outside world, but those with Pisces on the MC should not care what others think. Their goal is to make their work and purpose not of this world, but most certainly in it.
FAMOUS INDIVIDUALS WITH PISCES ON THE MC
The Dalai Lama, Madame Blavatsky, Richard Gear, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Lee Harvey Oswald, Pope John Paul VI, The Planet Neptune, William Faulkner, Bill Gates, Joni Mitchell, Jim Henson, Stephen King, Larry Flynt, Dylan Thomas. Stephen Spielberg, William Blake, Robert Hand, Mel Gibson, Noel Tyl, Australia, Sharon Tate, John Travolta, Michael Jordan, Byron, Schubert, Babe Ruth, Boris Yeltsin, Einstein, Nureyev, Josef Mengele, Albert Speer, Roberto Assagioli, Douglas Adams, Van Gogh, Steve McQueen, Gary Oldman, Marvin Gaye, Jayne Mansfield, Max Ernst, Goya, Erich Van Daniken, Ram Dass, Kurosawa, Dali, Shakespeare, Charlie Parker, Iggy Pop, Rudolf Hess, Manhattan (New York, New York), Kanye West, Nick Drake, Gayatri Devi, Richard Strauss, Norman Vincent Peale, and Anton Mesmer.
I’ve been wanting to write about this hot cross deal we’re all weenie roasting on. I can’t remember what the name of the film was, but I remember seeing a matinee with my uncle at the local theater when I was around seven. It was a film about Jesus, maybe it was “King of Kings” I can’t quite be sure, but I remember the crucifixion scene and recall fire, smoke and what looked like someone roasting sausages. Perhaps this was a deceptively placed subliminal that I picked up on, which somehow was supposed to trigger me to run to the snack bar and get one of those fine, roasted hot dogs in a nicely steamed bun. For years, I associated the cross with a hot dog picnic–kosher of course.
I’ve been moving, a moving target in the cardinal cross hairs. That doesn’t mean I haven’t had some intensity–far from it.
On Saturday, I learned deep insight into the sign of Pisces, the epoch and era of the Prince Of Peace. On Saturday, I realized that my son is a scapegoat. He’s also a Pisces. I’ve been witnessing the mechanics around this and it’s utterly fascinating.
He plays little league baseball, in two leagues. He plays in his rec league, the team that I manage and he also plays on a Select/Elite team.
His first year here, last year, when we moved here from California, he was just eight when he tried out. He played well and was drafted into a league dominated by ten-year-olds. It was a bit much for him both physically and psychically. He also had a bit of a young douche teammate who froze him and two other boys out of his inner circle. Welcome to Texas. I had to talk to him numerous times as his Piscean storm clouds would gather at strike three looking. Shrink. dad, hitting coach, the hats were often really confusing. We got through the season, but I was witnessing my son’s penchant for blame (a Piscean strategy when overwhelmed) and the fog of victimization that clouded over our talks, which would then seep into his practices on occasion. By the end of the season, he was getting it. He was hitting and it felt like we overcame a number of obstacles, both emotionally and skill wise.
Fast forward on Saturday, a tournament with his Select team south of San Marcos in the first bright Sun of the season.
In the first game, the team pounced on a nine-and-under team and did what they had to do. The second game rolled around and the faced a ten-and-under team. Equals. What has been an ongoing theme reared it’s not so-handsome-head again; this team hasn’t been able to overcome adversity. They have been bullied by slightly better teams and when they have squared off against squads of similar talent, they haven’t been able to stave them off or come back. For whatever reason, they haven’t found their pulse when needed. Saturday was no exception. Poor pitching and lack of timely hitting, mixed with some errors on poor decisions had them down by five runs headed into the last inning and guess whose kid was up? Yep. He managed to fight off a few pitches and fist a weird grounder to first and got on base. That’s when things got strange and scapegoaty.
He led off first base and his coach (the manager of the team) told him to get a bigger lead. He did and the pitcher threw over to first. My son dove back in and he was safe–barely. The cagey pitcher knew he could get him though if my son got a bigger lead, so like a skilled fly fisherman, he let the line out a little longer as my son inched closer to second base and then he struck like a baby cobra. My son knew he was going to be picked off and tried to hot foot it to second. He was out cold. Embarrassed he jogged back until he crossed the foul line then began to mope into the dugout when his coach barked at him to get off the field. It was the first time I had ever seen the coach blow his cool like that in public, usually his wrath was saved for his own son, out of which he expects nothing but perfection.
Perhaps, ironically, I had chosen not to wear a hat and my face was burned and red, my physical approximation of my son’s inner state. Instead of the scarlet letter, I had the scarlet head.
I’ve been tracking him at practice and he’s getting uptight. He gets flustered when he makes a mistake and then loses his cool and confidence and as he does, it sends reverberations into the heads of the coaches who then beam back their displeasure, cycling into an unconscious feedback loop, which my Piscean/Cancer rising son intuits as judgment, which makes him more uptight and prone to making more mistakes as the natural flow and grace exits the body, leaving him without poetry, enthusiasm and joy. He is becoming the shadow fetish of the team, a function that both he and the coaches seem more than willing to agree upon in their semi-unconscious role play.
This is how Pisceans become victims and lead actors in the blame game. Their sensitivity and their unconscious need to find their own excuses at failure lead to the eventual projection of a group or a collective failure. It is here where the Pisces character must forgive and compassion for himself and the other, must be channeled. Without it, a two-thousand-year-old drama gets played out, again and again. Maybe I should have had the hot dogs on Saturday to engage my own, curious relationship with this phenomenon. But I had plenty of time this past 48 hours to indulge in a little forgiveness and surrender myself.
Exhausted from moving, blistered by the central Texas Sun, worn out from watching my kid become that kid, all I wanted to do was watch TV in my new place with him. Didn’t happen. Time Warner was supposed to come out and they didn’t. No cable. I spoke with the CS rep and of course he has no answers. He can’t just flip a switch so that we can zone out in a field of projected, plasma trance induction. What am I supposed to do? Yell? Shake my fist and tell him that Direct TV wouldn’t treat me this way? While it isn’t like I am forgiving a criminal (let’s be real), there was nothing else I could do except accept and with that, I took my little scapegoat down to South Congress. Sometimes I go there at night when I feel a little blue. I asked him where he wanted to eat and he said, “Lucky Robot.” It’s a sushi place that somehow manages to fuse both “Hello Kitty” and “Astro Boy.”
We sat at the sushi bar and I turned him onto “Spider Roll” his first, soft shell crab and a killer, smoked salmon roll with goat cheese. I figured we would take part in a communion of sorts and consumed his rising sign (Cancer/Crab), his sun sign (Pisces/Salmon) and some churned scapegoat (Goat Cheese). I didn’t plan the menu, but it turned out that way as we partook of his astrological body and it’s gustatory affiliates. So I guess, the moral of the story is that when you feel like a scapegoat, or life is conspiring, along with you, to flesh that role out, eat yourself, symbolically speaking of course, because at some point, you’ll have to deal with the shit anyway. Now onto much more important matters than my son and his holographic learning lab.
As some of you might know, I am no longer doing my show on Gaiam. I have been put on hiatus, this despite the relative success of the show inside of Gaiam itself. It’s a numbers game and I have no one to blame other than me. I haven’t been keeping my website current enough, not tweeting enough, not doing as many horoscopes as I could. In short, being a father, manager, producer, radio host, personal astrologer to clients and a writer has spread me more than a little thin and yet, this is where it’s at right now on Terra. Life is a numbers game, from metrics, to money managers. Speaking of money, this dead bankers trail is getting ridiculous. They’ve gone from the questionable suicides, to outright gang-styled hits. It’s reminding me of Ecstacsy dealers getting knocked off in Manchester, circa 1992. Somewhere, sometime, someone will spill the beans that the whole shit house is going to come down and that we’re all going to be fleeced and fucked. Pensions will be swallowed whole by Wall Street whales. Bank accounts will be seized and the public won’t know what hit them until it is far too late.
The cow and tortoise show over at the Bundy place is just a warm up, a primer for when the feds decide to keep poking the big-old-dog who farts too much with a stick. At some point the dog will snarl and snap back. It’s not far off now. Then there’s Ukraine and neo-nazis and neo-cons. It’s said that the US is amassing troops at the Ukraine border. Hey, did any of you know that the head of the Navy, shares the last name of Nostradamus’s third antichrist? That’s right, his name is “Mabus.” Life is downright funny sometimes, isn’t it?
Meanwhile, Mad Men has returned and I am still waiting for Matt Weiner to kick it it into high gear. That’s not to mean that he isn’t loading the symbolic chamber with some high-caliber-ammo. Don has been sent packing, cast out of heaven or hell, depending on one’s relationship to gnostic deities and salvation.
Don has been replaced by “Lou” which of course is short for Lucifer. “Lou Avery” to be precise is the new Don, or new DON or new dawn. His name evokes both the rebellion of a fallen angel and the ordinariness of an office supply, like an Avery stapler. Yes, he is all that and less. In William Blake’s universe he is the ponderous and gravity afflicted, Urizen.
Then there’s black “Dawn” who used to work for Don and is now feeding him information while Don is in one of Dante’s rings of limbo. At one point, Don tries to get a little cozy with black Dawn, which would almost be too much of an alchemical marriage for us to handle. It would be an illuminated wet dream. But in tonight’s episode, things got even weirder. Dawn was messing with another receptionist at SCG, also black, named “Shirley.” At one point, they switched names and Shirley was Dawn and Dawn was Shirley. Then they both got moved from their secretarial positions because Peggy is an unhappy bitch and Lou is an evil office accessory with no sense of humor. But neither can sit at the front desk and be the face of SCG, because, well, they are just not the right face.
Don’s daughter, Sally, is away at boarding school and her room is littered with butterfly prints and cut outs and lo and behold, there’s a yarn painting of an owl, looking down upon her and her roomies. Weiner has packed her room with triggers and occult eye candy galore. Speaking of packed, Joan is stuffed once again in her “Lady In Red,” boob hugging dress, making Jack Parsons clap with glee in Hell. Meanwhile, Megan is in Topanga or Laurel Canyon, right around the same time Charlie Manson is dropping acid and screwing hippie chicks and lost hookers out at Spahn Ranch. It’s a simmering cauldron, but that’s all it is at the moment. It’s the Neptunian allure of two-martini lunches and psychopathology masquerading as liberation at the end of the sixties. Altamont is still just a shot away.
So where the hell are we? Oh yeah, I’m not doing Gaiam any more, I’ve moved into a new place and hopefully I can start doing videos again–soon. I want to do them every morning and figure out a way to stream it all live and keep a roof over my head. I’ve got the bones for a new website and gosh darnit, I don’t care what it takes now. We’re in the stretch run and we might as well let it all hang out so that when the party’s over and they turn out the lights, you know that you didn’t just sit back and let candles burn into the dark, like McArthur Park, or just go mute on the day the music died or didn’t try to stop Puff from sadly slipping into his cave. In essence, you’d better get your licks in now.
The Grand Cross will escalate and the tensions will rise. It might not manifest in the fall of the dollar or the government quite yet, but I can tell you that on a personal level, especially ye fair cardinal signs, or peeps with planets in cardinal signs, from 10-15 degrees, the demand that you apply your energy in meaningful areas of your life has never been greater than now. No matter what the circumstances look like, no matter how rough the finish of the spiritual sandpaper grinding you down, try not to worry or freak out. This is only a test and believe it or not, it’s rocket fuel for your trip into deep, inner space, reaching those places you haven’t had the courage or payload to get to. It’s all energy. Use your conviction to the fullest and we might just snuff out these evil plans to herd us like Cliven Bundy’s cattle long enough until they show us the horrific and pitiful visages behind their ancient and cracking masks. The real disclosure has nothing to do with aliens or ET’s–it’s all about the parasitic virus that’s been living amongst us for eons, adopting new and different names, using philanthropy as a cover. This my friends will be the true disclosure and if we wait them out long enough and live by the peaceful commandments of the most universal and high, they will simply show themselves and in so doing, lose the power of spells and illusions cast upon us. Until then, live your life like there’s no tomorrow and do it with commitment so you won’t feel cheated. Stay cool you groovy cats and kittens.
It’s official. Saturn and Mercury are waltzing backwards and the sky has been doused by a cadre of water sprites dispatched from Triton. Did you know that Triton has an atmosphere? Did you know that unlike the other 12 moons of Neptune, Triton has a retrograde orbit? So I guess it had to reverse itself right into the first paragraph. The thirteen moons of Neptune follow the mystical sequence of 12/13. 13 is the 12 disciples + 1 and a fitting equation since we’re talking about the planet which rules Pisces. Speaking of which . . .
In just three days, Pope Benedict will get the hell out of Vatican City as quickly and as anonymously as possible. Maybe they should rent Robert Blake to play his double for the day, while Ratzinger jumps ship out the side door, dressed as an Italian ice vendor. It’s generally a bad career move to vacate before one’s time is up. Just ask Saddam, The Shah, Gaddafi and Osho. It ain’t long before you’re down and rushed off to some obscure hospital somewhere, only to never to see the light of day again. I suppose they can keep him around if the lights go out, kinda like what they’re doing with Sharon, preserving his psychopathic genius for the time when they can upload his marvelous malevolence to the exonet.
But this is not about darkness or screeds of injustice wrapped in cynical jest, lancing you with symbols, piercing the membrane of awareness, while desperately trying to wrest you from the trance. This is about remembering who you are and where you came from. With Mercury, the messenger of the gods flying in reverse, winging along the path of the Fisher King, it’s all about re-collection.
The one piece I left out of my Aquarian series, the one I’m saving for the e-book, is when Uranus and Neptune were in Aquarius on the eleventh of September, in 2001. On that day, the Moon was in Gemini as was
Saturn, firmly representing the duality of the day.
Mars, in all of its’s martial fury was in Capricorn and Black Moon Lilith was at two degrees Pisces, cast out of the garden of the Christian Age, while Uranus and Neptune in the sign of the rebel found their home in the nadir of chart, blistering our consciousness and for a brief period of time, drawing the world closer together through tragedy, united against a shadowy cave dweller, hidden somewhere in the remote regions of Afghanistan. You’re either with us or against us.
It was a “clear break” from the past, which enabled the United States to adopt a pre-emptive strike mentality. While the Kennedy assassination altered the timeline, it was in need of some serious bolting down and on the morning of the 12th, the day after, a new world had been born out of the rubble of asbestos and human dust. It was a world that was about security and not freedom. It was a world that would spawn color revolutions fed by the ideology of an Aquarian professor from UMass (Gene Sharp), who would supply the tactics necessary to stage, “democratic coups.”
We have to go back before then on the current of memory, back to a time when our humanity and the principles we did our best to embody were sacred. Back to a time where our values reflected the order and the will of heaven. Before they split the atom and the collective soul, we were whole. I’m not talking a chicken-in-every-pot, and a car in every garage (though you can stop there too), but somewhere in the recesses of our hearts, where every cell has within it the library of our spiritual genesis, wrapped and twisted like a knotted tale, waiting to be untangled.
In there, we know exactly who we are and where we came from. We understand suffering and joy equally, wishing none of the former, and inviting plenty of the latter. We don’t need wetware or synoptical nodes to jack us in or plumb our depths. It’s all there. From the fall of Atlantis to the rise of Yeshua, the story of our beginning and our end is encoded in the matrices of our blood. But just in case you forgot, let’s take time to remember, together, exactly who we are at our most compassionate, wisest, warmest, funniest, fullest and divine best.
Last night at the Academy Awards, the women’s bathroom was backed up and overflowed–a surreal symbol of Mercury retrograde Pisces getting played out–the true feminine denied. In case you’re not getting it, the holy mother was saying that Babylon is full of shit and her maidens are emotionally incontinent.
Aquarian, Seth McFarlane continued on with his cute little war on sensibility.
Michelle Obama dropped in of course, reminding us, yet again, that the Obama’s are at the center of everything, everywhere, all the time.
But this isn’t about that. It’s about poetry, music, the stunning grandeur of the planet, the last remnants of food untainted by alien seed or synthetic skies.
It’s about feeling safe in the night, with a lover next to you, knowing that in your heart of hearts, you lived your day exceedingly well and that a divine flame fills you both with a faith beyond death and that there is no room for fear of shadows, liars, murderers and thieves. We can respect the danger, but the love and the fear cannot co-exist.
This is what I am hear to remind you of during this Mercury Retrograde in Pisces, your rightful and divine place amongst the cosmos with the creator.
It’s funny, whenever trends start to peek, I’ve almost always gone in the other direction. I’m not sure if this is yet another manifestation of Chiron in Aquarius retrograde and I’m just staking out some contrarian terrain, or I’m sensing the collapse of one system before it crumbles and falls, but for whatever reason, I’m more and more aware of the space that goes against the grain of our times. That’s not to say that I’m retreating into some luddite fantasy world, yearning for 1950 all over again, but there’s an emergent sense of values and internal order that cohere to a different dimension that I’m often occupying in the flotsam and jetsam of pop-culture and bizarre exo-politics.
I can’t tell you how many conversations I’ve had recently with people who are pretty tired and fed up with the dominant culture, ramming, ramming, and ramming at the gates of their sanity and sanctity. From false flags to fake boobs, they’ve had enough.
There’s no going back in a physical sense. There’s no Plymouth Rock or event horizon stretching out into the infinitude of the western sky. Those places are gone. There’s only a way through the swamps of confusion and the terrors of tyranny. Somewhere inside, there’s a faint beacon that can take you home, if you have the heart to listen and follow it without fail. Along the way, you might meet others with the very same destination and if you do, know you are truly blessed.
For every injustice, do something good when you can.
For every slight, rejoice for the opportunity to wrestle with compassion and forgiveness.
We have to be bigger than our current milieu, because that’s just the way we were wired and somehow forgot along the way.
I wonder what’s making me feel this way. Maybe its Mercury retrograde doing the prompting of my puritanical Moon, in all it’s fullness, cresting my MC, conjuncting my Sun. Or maybe it’s the Biblical winds, lashing out at the landscape at 50MPH, conjuring images of near Earth giants whipping the atmosphere into an apocalyptic frenzy. Whatever the case, it’s reminding me, to remind you about your deepest spiritual strata. I hope it worked.
Speaking of reminders, Wednesday, I’ll have psychic medium, Sharon Johns on Navigating The Astrological Matrix, an appropriate person to show up when we’re all awash in the Piscean swirl. That will be Wednesday, 3/28 at 12PM Central.
I’ve been eyeballing “Prometheus” the latest sci-fi epic from the film director Ridley Scott–or at least the trailers. In the latest trailer, the lens opens up on a distant planet, where, theoretically, “we” originated from. At least that’s the early subtext based on explicit clues given in byte sized bits. Two, eager young archaeologists stumble upon a symbol that shows up in every significant, ancient culture on the planet. They put them together and voila! A map to the stars. Using their celestial cookie crumbs, the ship. “Prometheus” is launched to not only visit our planet of origination, but have tea with the gods that created us. And of course, that’s where everything goes to hell.
The opening shot of the latest trailer is an invocation of Neptune/Pisces. Look at the power, the force, the untamed nature of the off world water. Scott and company are summoning Piscean magic, drawing you in. Its fascinating that James Cameron, who is tied to the Alien series as the writer/director of the sequel to “Alien” (Aliens) was in the news recently, exploring the benthic zones of the Pacific Ocean. Cameron, powered by a high-tech, deep submersible sub was exploring the vaginal interface of earth and sea, where heat is life and life is pretty strange. Those azoic creatures were the inspiration behind Cameron’s evocation of Pandora. So we have a deep current of Pisces running though the alien channel.
The early returns of “Prometheus” besides the canny invocation of Pisces, is that the gods are coming back to Earth and they are pissed. This all dovetails with a plethora of the ancient alien script that is getting turned up in volume across all media platforms.
“Prometheus” is the latest meme in the model designed to not only convince us that we are indeed “star seed” but that the makers of our race are now amongst us. Its already out there and happening. That’s the sub plot of the Nephilim/Annunaki disclosure. That’s why there was such a heavy investment in “The Giants” and Madonna (Louise Ciccone) and the Super Bowl, blatantly occult, mind-fuck. Its to get you thinking not only about the possibility of this being the case, but when its revealed that they have never left and actually built the world around us, we will be asked to bow down before our makers.
Its a lie of course.
Now that’s not to say that we haven’t been seeded or visited. Doing a cross-cultural perusal of ancient civilizations and seeing how they sprung up, out of nowhere with advanced technologies, seemingly overnight, defies the casual, evolutionary arc of the ages. Those civilizations were injected with cultural steroids and no matter what some sources say, this was not the result of King Solomon’s nautical adventures amongst the dark skinned peoples of the ancient world. But I digress–back to the modern script.
Its also pretty clear that “Prometheus” is featuring another meme, one of some sort of alien/synthetic sentience that colonizes the human body. In essence, this alien breed is parasitic. It is the front screen projection of Morgellons and a host of other contagion we have yet to uncover. Bundle up a plethora of products that swaddle our water and food in plastic, and we are further altering our chromosomes and even sex type. The human species as we know it is rapidly becoming a quaint notion.
We’re mutating into something else and the early data is not encouraging. People are extruding bits of plastic shards, colored fibers, octagonal looking micro-chips and more from their skin.
This acceleration into synthetic humanity is also featured in another Scott film, the legendary “Blade Runner” where Rutger Hauer’s epic performance as the lead rebel of androids gone rogue, made him and his species seem even more alive and poetic than the so called “humans” personified by Harrison Ford.
Scott also whitewashed NATO’s major fuck up in Somalia and made war seem cool and heroic again in the massively decorated “Black Hawk Down” which might be the only film in history that featured two Scottish heroin addicts, magically transformed into Audie Murphys. Of course I’m referencing Ewan MacGregor and Ewen Bremner, who were shooting junk in “Trainspotting” before they were shooting muslims in “Black Hawk Down.” Film is a funny vehicle to get people thinking about things a little differently, if you move the players around, like toy soldiers, just a bit. Doncha think?
So here we have “Prometheus” getting ready to open, opening the floodgates of Pisces, pouring tales of cosmic superiority into our minds.
In the original “Alien” what we saw was unlike anything we had ever witnessed on the silver screen. It was an illuminist head job from start to finish. The ship, “The Nostromo” goes off course to explore a planet that might have some interesting properties on it. The ship’s captain, “Dallas” played by Tom Skerrit receives communication and data from the ship’s computer named, “Mother.” He accesses “Mother” in a soft, womb like setting. In the womb lies the egg and the egg will play a large role in Alien. The egg is the source of all life.
Edward Bernays did his best mind control with eggs. Back in the 50’s instant cake mixes were starting to get mass marketed but women were not buying them. They thought they were cheating and not living up to their feminine standards by simply pouring, adding water, stirring and baking. Sales for the new mixes were slow, so Betty Crocker hired Bernays to fix the problem.
After talking with a number of women, Bernays realized that they were being robbed of their feminine/domesticated purpose. So he advised Betty Crocker to add an egg to the recipe so that the women could A) Feel like they were actually making something and B) Were biologically connected to the symbol of the egg itself. So you see, the egg has an immense amount of power.
In “Alien” the womb/mother is synthetic. That is the first act of inverted meaning and reverse magic in the film. We’ll also see “Dallas” get offed early on. So much for the old Dallas “cowboy” saving the day motif.
Once they arrive on the planet where they discover the enormous “space jockey” (can you say Nephilim?) they are quickly introduced to row upon row of, you guessed it; eggs.
John Hurt’s character touches one and we all know what happens next; Enter face sucker! Now for the next act of inverted meaning and reverse magic, shortly after eating some food, Hurt begins to shake and shudder violently and then gives birth to the nasty little alien. Yes, here we have a man giving birth. Everything is reversed. The womb is synthetic. Mother is a computer. Men give birth. This type of confusion is intentional as it dislocates the psyche and allows programs and agendas to slip in. Its a technique as old as the bible and perfected by Shakespeare.
What happens next in “Alien” is mostly a haunted house flick in space with a little alien rape thrown in for good measure. The last man standing wasn’t even a man–its “Ripley” (believe it or not!) played by Sigourney Weaver. Here again, we’re seeing inverted meaning and reverse magic. Ripley has managed to not only stave off the alien, but also “Ash” a murderous cyborg that will stop at nothing to make sure the ship and the alien reaches Earth.
Ripley is the one that survives and saves the world. She is the futuristic, ass kicking G.I. Jane (also directed by Scott) in space.
At the time, Weaver’s character was lauded for her toughness and ability to transcend traditional gender roles. She became a feminist icon. Now, it seems more like early mind warping of familiar sex identities, which was a precursor for what was to come. Scott would do this again, with “Thelma (Thelema aka Will) and Louise (Luce)” and G.I. Jane with Demi Moore, who was raised in “Roswell” New Mexico. Interestingly, Scott also directed a short film called “Jonathan” which appeared in a film with other short films about children called, get this; “All The Invisible Children.” The production company of the film is “MK Film Productions.”
So getting back to the egg which hatched this trip down the celluloid rabbit hole, we’re just a few, short days away from “Egg Day.” The world’s largest fertility rite, performed over the world’s greatest death opera; Cue Strauss’s “Death and Transfiguration.” I always thought that someone would hit an absolute grand slam if they could make a chocolate Jesus, since it would one up the pagans by beating them at their own game, while making communion sweet and fun. Okay, communion isn’t supposed to be sweet and fun, use bittersweet chocolate, which might be even more appropriate anyway. However, I am certain that certain christian sects would demand that it be “white chocolate” instead.
Eoster, Easter, Esther, Astarte, Ashtar, Ash(tar) Wednesday and Esther Sunday. Lost in all of this is Sananda Emmanuel, Yeshua, the one that the astro-theologists want to murder and simply make a star or a man, depending on which lodge you want to hang in. In just a few short days, we celebrate the death and resurrection, the big selling point for all christians, where the hammer hits the nail so to speak.
I remember getting stranded one night out in the middle of “No Fucking Where,” New Mexico with a flat. I started walking down the road with my ruined tire and quickly got picked up by a father and son. He worked for the BLM and they hauled me about 15 miles down the road to a small town where he knew a guy that could open his gas station and sell me a legit tire. It was kind of a miracle.
On the way back to my van, he asked me what I did for a living and I decided it wouldn’t be good if I told him I was a tarot reader. So I told him I was a street artist.
Without pause, he launched into a sermon about Jesus and God and how God let his only son die as the ultimate act of love for mankind. I was saying to myself, what kind of father would do that? To me, that’s psychopathic and is frankly one of the reasons why we’re so screwed up. We’ve been led to believe that ritual sacrifice is not only appropriate, but noble, even divine.
Now according to Gerald Light, the guy that spilled the beans on the Eisnenhower meet and greet with the Greys, they dialed up a magical hologram that brought the crucifixion right into their midst. So if it went down like the Zetas not just said, but showed, then what really happened?
Many years ago, I had a revelation that during the crucifixion everything on the planet was imbued with a new energy. I saw it course through all things and give us the passport to higher vibrations and levels of being. All things were humming at a different rate from that moment forward and hundreds of atomic bombs could not change it, even if they could sucker punch holes through this dimension. The energy, the essence, the cosmic DNA is everywhere, if we could only steal ourselves from the endless distractions and terminal mind fucks.
As he ushered in the age of Pisces, the keys could be found in parables, but the real action was in the living testament that we could access the same source code he did, if we could only love and never abandon the truth. Everything else was piled on by middlemen, con artists and obfuscaters.
Bathing in the waters of redemption and higher knowledge does not take a towering intellect or the ability to interpret symbols and cast them upon the world. It simply takes an open heart and a discerning mind; “Be wise like serpents.”
Let’s bring this all full circle, with Dead Can Dance’s, “The Serpent And The Egg” and “The Host Of The Seraphim.” Have a blessed Libra Moon and rebirth of your own sacred and holy awareness as an infinite being, humble in the majesty and mystery of all creation.
I ran into an old, very wise friend last week, my rat buddy, Bodhi. Bodhi spends about three-hours-a-day in deep meditation. I had just come from a NMT session to treat a hellacious, upper respiratory nightmare. NMT is a fascinating healing modality that grew out of another method called, “Bioset.” Its close to vibrational or energetic medicine. Essentially, the NMT practitioner uses a combination of radionics and muscle testing to quickly determine the energetic causes of a particular condition. What they discover are these things they call “pathways.” They then go about re-setting and clearing the pathways. My practitioner also uses acupuncture and “The Beamer” a small pad that resembles a heating pad, but instead of emitting heat, it stimulates healing in specific areas. Its big in Europe, getting bigger here.
Anyway, one of the pathways that showed up for me, was “grief.” I was told to read a series of keywords while being cleared. It was powerful. I could see my life over the past two years evoked in the words. A sense of mourning and loss; the death of my father, the end of my marriage, the news that my son would have a step-father.
For years, I simply buried feelings by layering experiences on top of them, convincing myself that they were important, valid and essential to my ongoing actualization. But when I stopped drinking in July, something started cracking. The dam wall of denial was giving way. After I read those words, it broke, halfway between my practitioners office and Whole Foods.
I got it together, went into Whole Foods and that’s where I ran into Bodhi. I’ve known him since 1996. I remember him though from 1988 when I went to a channeling at Bel Marin Keys.
Back in 1996, we were working on something that had to do with raves in England, altered states, you get my drift. It didn’t pan out (Thank God) but I had one of the most powerful and synchronistic experiences with him of all time.
We were waiting around in my van for “the man” as in the Lou Reed sang, “Waiting For My Man.” We were parked behind the mega-health food store, Rainbow Market and Bodhi was asking me about Mercury Retrograde. It was MR in Gemini at that time. He wanted to know how it could manifest. I began to pontificate about travel, especially local travel, people getting frustrated, hurried, distracted, getting into accidents, etc. And right on cue, we witnessed a small, japanese car, take on a bread truck trying to load into Rainbow. Cue screeching tires, cure burning rubber smell, cue smashing glass, cue slamming of metal; Action!!! I turned, looked at Bodhi and said, “Just like that.”
Lesson over, we started the van and left.
I have always had this potently synched up connection with him. Our orbits are infrequent, but when they cross, something snaps, crackles and pops. We talked for a little bit and very quickly got into the male/female dynamic. He immediately zeroed in on the target; Men’s biggest issue is grief. For women, its anger. We then kicked around how long women in general will be angry and whether its an energy that they have overused and overplayed. Anger, like anything can be addictive. I wondered about how at some point, whether anger has become institutionalized for women and morphed into a right, a badge of honor to be whipped out and up. Scan any contemporary ad and you’ll see the modern woman sticking it to their bumbling and clueless mate. Madison Avenue can feel your wrath. Oh yes they can.
I began to think about this in the context of awakening. I circled around the invisible barbed wire fences of separation. I looked at the social structures of divide and conquer, the fragmentation of nearly every aspect of our interrelated web of life on the plane of the 3rd dimension and how easily we are led around by our noses due to the reenactment of socialized trauma, again and again and again, like a hellish loop tape; “Samsara Gone Wild!” How could we ever break through this highly manipulated and insidious matrix of control? I kept returning to the male/female dynamic and how wounded, ragged and weary it is. I saw how this very basic configuration (yet subtly dynamic and complex) is the gateway to our mystery and a deeply integrative node that we must repair if we as a culture are to be free and unassailable to the signals of distress, disease and disassociation beamed into our hearts and minds from the moment we breath.
The synthetic solution appears to be the manipulated unisex, transgenic, transgendered, transhuman. Can you say, “Singularity?” But its almost too easy. Its the alchemical marriage taking place down at Dr. Frankenstein’s cottage on the lake. Its like there is a simultaneous signal of throwing in the towel, that this “old” thing just isn’t working anymore and a truly aggressive, even angry, bordering on nihilistic urge to destroy all familiar touch points in our hearts and souls. Last week, I was on Twitter and I saw a young woman, a very popular young woman I might add, throw down the following tweet; “Love is for whores.” We have now entered the Orwellian realm of emoting.
Mars is in Virgo (retrograde). Venus in Pisces. Here we have an opposition that can provide us with some real fuel to explore, transform and heal this deeply distorted and bloody gap between the sexes. Mars in Virgo plays the role of the male principle here, even though Virgo is female/Earth. Venus in Pisces is pure feminine–an ocean of compassion and forgiveness. Mars in Virgo retro invites introspection, going back, going within, going to places that hurt. Men have a unique opportunity to explore their grief during this cycle. Where were you betrayed? Left behind? What did you give up in order to be loved, then allowed to have sex and thus feel accepted? How did you morph, mutate and twist into some knotted up creature that doesn’t even resemble who you are in your soul, just to become relevant on a planet run by psychopaths?
I feel like I am, after 50 years, really just understanding and unraveling my relationship with women thanks to Saturn on my Venus in Libra. Its dovetailed with my time spent with my mother, in the aftermath of my fathers death. Its been a very sobering experience to say the least, coming to a very clear understanding that I am not the type of progeny she would have dialed up from a Sears catalog. But its been incredibly meaningful as well.
With Venus in Pisces, women have a unique opportunity to forgive, especially as it opposes demanding and borderline anal Mars in Virgo. We’re in a time where no healing act should ever be deemed insignificant. Don’t underestimate your ability to impact the big picture by really resolving and cleansing your own heart.
We stand at the apex of history, where monolithic social forces seek to rip, uproot and crumble our tenuous connections with each other, nature and spirit. The most basic and fundamental strategy to defend against such tyranny is to mend the most basic, important and profound relationship we have; between man and woman. Grieve and forgive.
“Halo”, my name is Newt and I’ll take you to the Moon.
How about that wild Pisces/Chiron conjunction the other day? Talk about lunacy. Newt Gingrich vowed to have a full-time lunar base by the end of his SECOND term. Whoa Newty. Aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves here? You need to win that first fake election this go round. Now I know that occasionally you know things other people don’t like the development of “Homeland Security” well in advance of 911, but a base on the Moon? Oh wait, since you already knew about DHS, well maybe, just maybe you might already know something about the Moon, like perhaps that bases are already there. Maybe it was those bourbons you threw back with Dick Hoagland, one bleary night in Buckhead. Or maybe, you’ve already been there. In any case, I thought it was quite fitting that we’d get the wackiest campaign promise I’ve heard in my lifetime on the Pisces Moon/Chiron conjunction.
If you haven’t noticed, Newt’s win has magically catapulted him back into the race and now all I see are pictures of Newt vs. Obama. Last time I checked, they had a few more primaries to go, even if they continued to bake the results, let’s go through those motions. The Onion did a great send up of faked elections back in 2008. If it weren’t so real, I would have laughed a lot more.
One troubling aspect of this upcoming election is that a foreign company, the Barcelona based, SCYTL is now in charge through Clarityelections.com. Not surprising, they sent the results from South Carolina to SCTYL, who in turn spit the results out, anointing Commander Moon Base the winner. People are getting all hot and bothered that some “foreign” company is counting our votes. They wonder why can’t we have a trusted American company like say Diebold count the votes. Right.
Mars is retrograde in Virgo a prime energy for a re-count or at the very least a deep expose of the system at large. Maybe this is I’m moved to write about it as Mars is now conjunct my Sun. Speaking of which . . .
The other day on my show, I had a caller on the line, a regular and she told me that her blood pressure was through the roof–very unlike her. She doesn’t smoke or drink. Why would she have high blood pressure? I’ll give you two words; “heavy metal.” The skies have been filled with obscene amounts of aluminum, barium, iron oxide, manganese and other unsavory elements. All of these will push your blood pressure right through the roof, even if you exercise and eat well. We’ve had at the very least 15 years of weather modification going down. Just think about that for a moment. Monsanto hasn’t missed a beat. They’ve patented seeds that are a-l-u-m-i-n-u-m resistant. Maybe they’ve been hanging out with the prophet “Newt” and his people.
Mars in Virgo retrograde, while not overly sexy is a very good time to check in with your body. How is it? Are you doing all the things you need in order to stay healthy? Mars in Virgo MR, should be motivating you to get your blood checked, especially the metal count. I have a good friend in NYC who has been showing up with levels of metals that are through the roof. She had all of her mercury fillings removed and has been down in the trenches with heavy chelation. She seems to be turning a corner now, but the most curious piece is that her husband did not show the same stratospheric levels. So the question becomes, do metals bind easier to particular blood types, genetic carriers or even particular Haplogroups?
The effects of high blood pressure are devastating. Some of the deadly side effects include; stroke, kidney scarring, kidney failure and kidney aneurysms. Heart failure, enlarged heart and dementia can all be traced to HBP. The good news is, is that you don’t have to spend huge amounts of money on OTC drugs to get your blood pressure under control. One of the first things that you must do is get a metals count. There are services out there that will examine your hair follicles for roughly $100 and supply you with your metal count.
If you happen to have HBP, here are a few things that might be able to help you.
An Australian study recently found “Black Tea” to have BP lowering qualities. Now its not epic, like they’ve just stumbled across interferon, but put together with a few other remedies, you can begin to take more control via diet.
Another natural fighter against HBP is the wonder vitamin, Vitamin D. It promotes vascular health, while minting cleaner arteries.
Coconut water is yet another ally. In a recent study, 71% of the people that consumed coconut water saw their blood pressure lower.
Lastly, beets have been known to beat back HBP for many years now. Juicing organic beets and adding a little purified water to the mix can stretch out your beet supply and provide you with yet another tool to lower HBP naturally.
Somewhere along the way, you might also want to explore chelation. There are a number of methods that are used to strip the body of heavy metals.
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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.