Just five hours to game time and I have to get in a quick post. Spent almost all of last night bolting down the newsletter, where I go into the ritual of the Super Bowl in a more in-depth fashion. There are some very interesting aspects to note about the sky at kick-off in New Orleans, Polaris, the pole star will be at the center of the horizon, appearing in the sky, halfway up to the dark apex of night. Just to the left of Polaris, the tail of Draco hangs and appears to drop into the very Earth itself. The brightest star in the Draco constellation is “Thuban.” It was actually the pole star prior to Polaris moving into, uh, well, the pole position. It was considerably brighter then, The Great Pyramis at Khufu was oriented to “Thuban” according to archaeologists, even though the pyramid would have been built around 2200 BCE, about 500 years after the reign of Khufu. E.W. Bullinger, author of The Witness To The Stars (1893) had this to say about “Thuban.”;
“Thuban (Heb), the subtle. Some 4,620 years ago it was the Polar Star. It is still a very important star in nautical reckonings, guiding the commerce of the seas, and thus ‘the god of this world’ is represented as winding in his contortions round the pole of the world, as if to indicate his subtle influence in all worldly affairs.”
The english translation of “Thuban” is “snake” or “dragon.” Archibald Sayce, the famed Biritish Assyriologist had this to essentially said that Thuban was a star of great devotion and importance in the astrological/astronomical work of Sargon I, King of Agade, where he made Thuban the pole star aka “Tir-An-na” (which is likely where we derive the word “tyranny”) and the Life of Heaven; Dayan Same, the Judge of Heaven; and Dayan Sidi, the Favorable Judge,- all representing the god Caga Gilgati, whose name it also bore. Also cited for this star, Thuban, Draconis Dayan Esiru, the Prospering Judge, or the Crown of Heaven, and Dayan Shisha, the Judge Directing, as having the highest seat amongst the heavenly host. Here is what the great Ptolemy had to say about Thuban according to Vivian Robson;
“According to Ptolemy the bright stars are like Saturn and Mars. Draco gives an artistic and emotional but somber nature, a penetrating and analytical mind, much travel and many friends, but danger of robbery and accidental poisoning. It gives craft, ingenuity, and valor. The Ancients said that when a comet was th here, poison was scattered over the world. By the Kabalists it is associated with the Hebrew letter Mem and the 13 Tarot Trump, Death”.
Lastly, Thuban might actually bear some symbolic significance to the game itself and not just a darker, ritual import. The classical astrologer, George C. Noonan chimes in with some interesting correlations for Niner fans;
“When rising, Thuban indicates prospectors of gold and silver or those who are ministers of money (this might include accountants, clerical workers, cashiers etc. nowadays). If setting and If Mars is conjunct the Descendant or in harsh aspect with it, it is said to presage the native being burned in his own house or killed by public execution.”
Later in this piece, we’ll determine if Thuban is ascending or falling.
From a mundane perspective, at the start of the game, the ASC is in the sign of Leo (Sun/Gold). Most of the key players in this game are on the other fixed point of Scorpio, Taurus and Aquarius. Both Frank Gore and Ray Lewis (Taurus) will be front and center early in the game with Taurus on the MC. Lewis’ emotionality is not a put on. His chart is heavily doused with water, having Venus and Saturn in Cancer and Mars in Pisces. He’ll have a strong Saturn/Saturn trine today and the Scorpio Moon will trine his Mars. Ray Lewis will be pumped up for this game (states the obvious) and he has incredible, emotional support flowing in his direction. Mars is at 1 degree Pisces today and while this won’t affect Lewis as much (though he will get a hit), it does impact Ray Rice, whose Sun is at 2 degrees Pisces. So Ray will have a Sun/Mars conjunction. Plenty of Juice there. Look for him to have an extremely strong game. One last thing about the other Ray though. Lewis will have a Sun/Moon opposition as well and this, in fixed signs could be trouble for him, including muscle strain or pulls near the sacral region. With Scorpio, Colin Kaepernick, he sizes up as Lewis’ other, his shadow and it will be Lewis that will likely shadow Kaepernic on the filed today.
Immovable object meets irresistible force.
Both men will have their moments, but there will be one, where Kaepernick makes Ray look his age in a very apparent fashion.
Speaking of Kapernick, his Sun starts out at the nadir of the chart, which means potentially another slow start for the Niners. But as the game progresses, his Sun shifts the more mercurial 3rd House, where his running and passing really take off from the third quarter on.
He has Sun in Scorpio with Pluto conjunct his Sun by a one degree orb. Transiting Saturn is conjuncting both and then there’s that stinger moon. Throw in mutual reception of Pluto in Capricorn to his Sun and Kaeprnick is ready to make a star turn. Based on astrology, this is a moment of destiny. The only thing that could derail him is making risky decisions, want too much, succumbing to the desire of the Scorpio Moon.
Later in the game, as the ASC moves into Virgo, Ed Reed and Michael Crabtree’s numbers move to the fore, with emphasis on them in 4th quarter. Linebacker, Novarro Bowman’s, Gemini Sun is poised to reap the benefits of Gemini on the MC. Look for him to make a key play late in the game. Lastly as the game winds down, the all-important Part-O-Fortune or Pars Fortuna is in Sagittarius. Niner fans, you may not want to hear this, but it could come down to your kicker, Sag, David Akers to win this game.
The Ravens are riding a collective “wave of destiny” vibe and there’s not telling how the gods of the league want Ray Lewis to end his career, so there’s some heavily weighted intangibles on their side.
On a side note, digging around my research last night, I stumbled upon the official and unofficial patron saints of New Orleans. On the official side, we have St. Expedite, an enigmatic saint, of which very little is known. He was a Roman (Italian) soldier who denounced Rome and became a citizen of the Kingdom of God. He’s always portrayed with a cross instead of sword in his hand. On a symbolic level, this could be Kaepernick, but here, I believe it’s Flacco, the Ravens QB of Italian, descent. The other, un-official saint of New Orleans, is Baron Samedi, guardian of the underworld. In essence, he’s a devil figure and very, very popular around Mardi Gras, which is where we are now, in the middle of a two-week-Mardi Gras break. Samedi is usually portrayed with one half of his face white, with the other black, which symbolizes duality. Samedi=Kaepernick and his deep Scorpionic, underworld energies. In fact, one of the tattoos on his arm, from the bible, essentially says that, “my gift is my curse.” Draco, Samedi, Scorpio, Kaepernick. and based almost solely on Kaepernick’s big moment chart, I’m going with the Niners in a 27-24 victory, especially since Thuban/Draco, is ascending and in the sign of Virgo at game time. Thuban rules prospectors and in Super Bowl 47, The Niners strike gold.
Pluto in Scorpio is here to play quarterback and don’t give a f*ck.
As we are now fully engaged in Sag, with Mercury gone direct, entering the portal of the second decanate, we begin to focus our attention and align our assemblage point around the concept of “truth.” A major theme in the theater of the vox populi has been the revelation of truths or half-truths, or seedy confessionals from weak generals, double agents, horny Lebanese socialites and kiddie porn, smut peddlers. Their lives, lies and accusations, seeping out of the seamy cracks of their psyches, Saturn in Scorpio fully pressing down and applying maximum psychic pressure. If I were a God, I would co-create in these type of conditions to flesh everyone out, see where they truly and how they respond to the ultimate pressure, especially if I was going to start a new world. There would be no stone un-turned, no soul un-examined, no species, human, draconian, or otherwise that would be immune to the bell chamber of gravity’s inquisition. All known, all seen, all revealed, it would be easy to see who could hang or not in the after-party-forever-lounge of non-dual bliss, where thoughts manifest like sweet fruits or poisonous toadstools, beyond the speed of light.
God/Ess is smoking out the phonies, hypocrites and most convincing psychopaths with a ruthless efficiency and the means by which it’s happening can be fairly amusing.
Two weeks ago, I wrote about Colin Kaepernick, the new quarterback of the San Francisco 49ers and how he replaced Alex Smith when Mars at 25 degrees, Sag, was conjunct his natal Uranus in Sag at 25. A few weeks earlier, I had predicted that Alex Smith would get hurt in November, Kaepernick would start and Smith would never regain his starting job. It’s exactly how it has panned out.
After two weeks, Kaepernick has shown the world his omnidimensional quarterbacking skills, but more than anything else, he’s show that he could rise to the occasion under extreme pressure, like a Monday night football game against the vaunted Bears and a road game against the red-hot Saints, in their crib, the ear-bleeding Superdome, blasting opposing teams with the severe white noise of Who Dat? nation. Kaepernick stepped up and while not as brilliant as the week before, he was more than good enough under the glare and heat of the national press and 60,000 screaming Saints fans.
Smith stood on the sidelines, helmet on, ready to go in, eager and yet visibly forlorn when Kaepermnick delivered. You see, Kaepernick thrives on these situations. He’s a Scorpio Sun, 8 degrees, with his natal Pluto at 9 degrees, conjunct his Sun. Colin Kaeperinick is like dark star, consuming pressure and fear and transforming them into life force and performance. With Jupiter in Aries, trining his natal Uranus in Sag, he’s also a take-no-prisoners-warrior. Quiet, self-effacing and deeply religious, Kaepernick has an inner assassin lurking behind his Scorpionic persona.
This all came about when I noticed how Saturn was getting closer and closer to his Sun. I knew that he was destined for greatness, and soon, I also took note of the NN in Scorpio and the SN in Taurus, also favoring his rapid ascent. On the other hand, Smith would not be the recipient of such good fortune, not like last year when his career was resurrected by new coach, Jim Harbaugh and a hearty Juoiter transit in Taurus, his own sign. Smith rose like Lazarus from the grave of broken toy soldier quarterbacks.
This year is a different story however.
Smith is going through his Saturn return in Scorpio, yes, Kaeprnick’s sign, the guy that has taken his job. It’s a clear example of seeing one’s opposition reflected back at them on multiple levels. What is Smith’s lesson? Well, first of all, he’ll have to deal with a whole bunch of hidden complexes and unexamined emotional states–that’s the nature of scorpio–then he’ll have to integrate his opposite or other into his psyche. In essence, he’ll have to address qualities like ruthlessness, ambition and drive in ways that are messy, especially for someone like Smith, who has endured 7 seasons of abuse and bad coaching from the likes of Mike Nolan, who bullied and degraded Smith’s toughness in public, to Mike Singletary, who saddled Smith with the Scatman Carothers of offensive coordinators in Jimmy Raye.
After one shoulder surgery, two head coaches and five offensive coordinators later, Smith was still left standing. He had outlasted them all and his Taurean toughness and stubbornness paid off. Capricorn Jim Harbaugh became his “John The Baptist,” singing his praises and touting Smith as the key to the 49ers success, In just over a year, Harbaugh would go from John to Judas and bench Smith for Kaepernick, not because Smith was playing poorly. In fact, just before the thunder of the Rams rained down on Smith’s head and forced him out of the game, resulting in a concussion, Smith was one week off of one of the most accurate games in NFL history as a passer. Everything about the situation flew in the face of all convention. Harbaugh, an early Capricorn, 12/23/63, had transiting Mars in Cap knocking on his Sun. The uber-ambitious goat knew in his heart of quarterbacking hearts that what he had seen in Kaepernick in just two games, was better than almost all of Smith’s entire body of work.
Being a Capricorn, Harbaugh wasn’t just planning for the Saints, he was planning for the Falcons, Giants and Packers in December. Harbaugh’s playing chess on the Enterprise with Spock while the media is playing checkers with their emotions. He’s also walking the razor’s edge of psychopathology and the ruthless pursuit of right action. He has also stumbled a bit and pushed a lot of buttons along the way, This just isn’t done in pro football. Players don’t lose their jobs to injuries! Harbaugh is re-writing those rules and pissing some people off. Apparently, this is nothing new for the man that often talks in almost Knights Templaring terms, this from his recent press conference on naming Kaepernick starter; “We worry about everything, but we fear nothing, we fear no man.” Pattonesque soundbites are common from Harbaugh.
The mutual reception between Capricorn and Scorpio is getting played out between the lives and fortunes of Harbaugh and Kaepernick. My sense is, is that these two men have fought together of fields blood and glory, from other lives, other times, When Kaepernick was coming out of college, it was Harbaugh that sought him out, made sure that the Niners traded up to get him. He was Jim’s guy and drafted about 1-2 rounds higher as a result. IIt was time to go to war again. If this paradigm, doesn’t shut down fully in less than a month, or if we’re not over the fiscal cliff by then, then this duo will go down in the annals of football infamy, like Walsh and Montana, Bellichik and Brady, Lombardi and Starr, but unlike those other duos, they won’t just win games, they’ll take no prisoners, or as Harbaugh said last year, “We give no quarter and we ask for none.”
The NFL isn’t fully prepared for what they are about to witness.
But it’s not just the NFL, even journalists are having their buttons pushed. Kaepernick of course is the Pluto in Scorpio generation and his body is covered in tattoos. However, Kaepernick’s tats are all scripture. He’s like some sort of character from the Old Testament wearing the words of the prophets on his cut and ripped parchment of flesh. Now check this our, a reporter by the name of David Whitley, a guy who writes for The Sporting News, just broke an article dissing Kaepernick for his tats, essentially saying that it’s okay for NBA guys like LeBron (ahem black) to have those nasty tats, that all those guys in prison have, but not a quarterback in he NFl, no sire Jim. Here is what Whitley has to say;
“San Francisco’s Colin Kaepernick is going to be a big-time NFL quarterback. That must make the guys in San Quentin happy.
Approximately 98.7 percent of the inmates at California’s state prison have tattoos. I don’t know that as fact, but I’ve watched enough “Lockup” to know it’s close to accurate.
I’m also pretty sure less than 1.3 percent of NFL quarterbacks have tattoos. There’s a reason for that.
NFL quarterback is the ultimate position of influence and responsibility. He is the CEO of a high-profile organization, and you don’t want your CEO to look like he just got paroled.
Now along comes Kaepernick. Since taking over for Alex Smith two games ago, he has convinced everybody in the Bay area that he’s the second coming of Steve Young.
Smith is coming back from a concussion, ushering in the attendant QB controversy. But he is looking like Wally Pipp and Kaepernick is Lou Gehrig. All I can do is look in the mirror and sigh.
Forgive me, but I suffer from tattoo-ism. I sport no ink, and I don’t want any. I know that attitude qualifies me for an AARP card, and I’ve tried to get with it.
I realize tattoos are ways to pay homage to your religion, children and motorcycle gang. I’m cool with LeBron James looking like an Etch A Sketch.”
I normally stay away from accusations of racism in most instances, simply because prejudice is inborn and we all have to some degree and we need to cut each other a little slack, especially in a climate that constantly race baits from all angles to abduct our attention, but I have to say that Whitley is showing his true stripes here and they aren’t pretty, This goes back to the very beginning of this post.
Scorpio can polarize and Kaepernick, with his Sun/Pluto conjunction is doing just that.
Speaking of polarization, on last week’s show, I got into Israel’s chart and saw similar movements with the NN and SN, along with Saturn and made some predictions based on them that Israel would have to change, due to the fact that Saturn was transiting it’s First House in Scorpio and the SN would be going over it’s Sun in Taurus in the 7th. Unfortunately, I had a potential sponsor listen in on the show and they deemed it offensive on some level and I haven’t heard back from them. Well guess, what? The UN just recognized Palestine as a state, conforming to my trends that Israel’s identity would be challenged through these transits. Oh well, that’s the way these things go sometimes, just ask Alex Smith.
I step outside on nights like these, where the wind is blowing fast, with a touch of violence in it and it feels like its ripping at the edge, like its just the start of something wilder and far less controllable. I begin to wonder about massive bodies moving through space, Planet X getting ready to get naked for Generation Y and the rest of us. I wonder about how long that kind of info could be withheld from the masses before the skies would split and the winged terror would be upon us. And once it was fast on its approach, how long would we have? If you had an e-ticket to a cushy DUMB, when would you get the urgent text on your cell phone? One day? Two days? Two weeks before God sinks the eight ball in the side pocket?
I remember when Elenin fever was at its pitch. I watched, and I watched, and I watched as people got sucked into the data vortex straight up into Google Sky, where a portion of space had been blocked out, giving rise to apoplectic blasts of dire warning and apocalyptic foaming at the mouth.
I witnessed one poor bastard on Facebook lose his mind and then his family over his obsession with Elenin. He was so convinced that we were being lied to he furiously copied and pasted as many claims as he could that supported the arrival of Elenin. It came and went and so did his marriage. His wife left him. So in some ways, Elenin did bring him the end of the world, his world as he knew it.
The global brain is still connecting the synaptical circuitry of invisible cords, firing etheric neurons that pulse and flash like quarks impersonating as inspiration. We’re working out the kinks, so we might lose a few every now and then in the beta version. They’re out on the front lines, getting their circuitry fried, trying to ground the current long enough. It takes practice. It takes patience. It takes blowing a few fuses every now and then to know how to modulate the voltage, filtering out the hum and distortion. You have to eliminate the noise.
But for all of our thinking and linking, we’re still just scratching the surface of other worlds. For all we know the guy that lost his wife due to Elenin madness might have been right. Maybe there were ships up there that scattered the space debris far and wide of the Sun. If there were, would NASA tell us? This is the world we’re living in now. On a macro-level, its on a “need-to-know” basis. We’re only gonna get the vital data and stats when it doesn’t matter.
So we’re opening our channels and it leads to proclamations like, “These are the last 26 days of your life.” Yes, that’s a reference to Clif. We’re all still here on the West Coast. Instead of going after Iran, Israel has decided to take some target practice at the Palestinians. For now, WWIII has been averted or at least pushed back.
Jupiter keeps moving placidly ahead, forming a sensual trine with Venus and Pluto. Oh la la. Who cares if Mercury has moved backwards as long as it takes us right back to bed and hopefully not alone. Over the next 24 hours, you should definitely be making love and not war.
Speaking of “love not war” and especially speaking of Taurus, there’s something that’s been spotted in the constellation of Taurus that to me, looked like some sort of freaky sex toy, but upon further review might actually be one of those massive ships that can eviscerate rogue asteroids or carriers of Dracos, if indeed its reflecting all that Tauran positivity in the grand earth trine. Go to Message To Space Eagle to catch a glimpse of this peculiar looking object, captured again, in the still frames of Google Sky.
This guy is having the time of his life. Can’t you tell?
I have to do a quick sports post and roll 10/28 into it as well. I usually have a good nose for really great sports moments. It must be Jupiter in Sag in my first, trining Uranus in Leo in my 9th. I can usually spot the right time to go out and experience a game, usually at a bar or pub and catch the vibe. Tonight was the latest moment like that.
I could hear the world series game in the background from my radio downstairs while I worked. I had a sense it was going to be a good one, so I hoofed it over to the Up and Under, the local (and probably only one for miles around) rugby pub. There, I witnessed the epic game six between the Cardinals and the Rangers. The Rangers were leading the series three games to two. They needed one win to take the World Series crown back to Arlington. The Cards were playing at home. The lead changed eight times and went eleven innings. It wasn’t a perfect game, but like two heavyweights, slugging it out deep into the night, just when each team delivered what looked like a crushing blow, the other team would rally and tie or take the lead. It was relentless and it would have been over and done if it wasn’t for St. Louis native, David Freese. Freese just became thee poster boy for astrology in sports.
First of all, hats off to a his last name; “Freese.” Tonight the kid had ice water in his veins. With two outs in the bottom of the ninth, St. Louis down by two runs, their season hanging by a thread, with a 3-2 count, Freese cracked a stone-cold-rope to right field, over the head on awkwardly retreating Nelson Cruz, driving in Albert Pujols and Lance Berkman to tie the game with a triple.
Two innings later, thanks to Bergman’s own heroics in the bottom of the tenth to tie the game, yet again, Freese stepped in against pitcher, Mike Lowe. Lowe was one of the Rangers last available relievers. Freese wasted no time and drove another 3-2 pitch just slightly down in the strike zone into the deepest part of the park. Game over. Local kid lives out his wildest dream.
Freese was born on 4/28/83, which of course makes him a Taurus. His Sun at 7 degrees is conjunct transiting Jupiter at 5 degrees. Jupiter/Sun is a spectacular conjunction to have on the game’s biggest stage. But it doesn’t end there. Nope. Freese has a Scorpio Moon, likely around 20 degrees, which would have made his natal Moon conjunct transiting Moon, Mercury and Venus, all in Scorpio. These late degrees were not opposing his natal Sun, however they did oppose his natal Mars and Mercury, also in Taurus. Freese is blessed with a Sun/Mars Taurus conjunction which endows him with some serious kinetic powers and a great deal of strength. That drive to center is not hit by someone with moderate power. The Scorpio conjunctions with his Moon seems to have offset any of the oppositions. He also has Jupiter in Sag conjunct Uranus in Sag with a one degree orb. That’s all about reflexes, timing and pure good fortune in the moment. Transiting Uranus in Aries was trining both Jupiter and Uranus. Whoa! Electric! Dude is on fire. He was already named M.V.P. of the NLCS and if the Cards can close it out tomorrow night, there’s a good chance he’ll be the World Series M.V.P. as well. Heady times for someone who nearly walked away from baseball just two years ago.
10/28/11 is the end of the Mayan calendar in the long coun for this Tzolkin. It is 13 Ahau; “The Cosmic Christ.” The keynote for 13 Ahau is, “I endure in order to enlighten.” This is an auspicious day. Well over a year ago, I interviewed Carl Johan Calleman and we talked about this very day. He believes that this is the true end of the Mayan calendar, since on 12/21/12, the calendar does not end in 13 Ahau, but rather 4 Ahau. 13 is a much more organic end and the controversial timekeeper claims to have had this confirmed by Mayan elders in the Yucatan. What will happen? Will we all ascend together, just as in a dream I once had? Will we all have our life review simultaneously and learn who, where and how we’ve hurt others, feel their pain and disappointment, be forgiven and be reborn? Will we wake up feeling more like our true selves than ever before? We will all have the same dream with the same winning lottery numbers for every lotto on Earth and magically redistribute the wealth over night? I don’t know, but pay attention or you might miss some pertinent detail to the unfoldment of the great mystery before your very eyes.
The week starts off with that Scorpio Full Moon, opposing a mighty force of Taurus, stellium. We’re talking stellium of stars ascending and mending their energies together. This week, we are strong like bull and stubborn too. Prima facie don’t mean jack, Jack. We want deeper, earthier, grittier, rootier, more, more, more. The superficial brownwashing of reality won’t cut it this week. No. We want microbial allies and silica wisdom, coursing up through our soles and infusing our bodies, minds and spirits with the sulfuric matrix of creation; carbon-based-gnosis. In short, you/me/we want desperately to re-connect with what it feels like to be human. That includes a broad spectrum of psychic-nutrients and fleshed out experience.
We are like tribes that roamed the plains in search of sustenance and delight, before the matrices of symbols enchained and entrained our thoughts into woulds, coulds and shoulds. God forbid you might remember that you have a body and it is your astral container for this trip. It’s not about knowing more about the world around you, but the one within. If you are emotionally vigilant and view your life without the blankey of denial, you’ll begin to understand all you need to know and make your physical reality a reflection of it. That is the beauty of the Taurus energy, especially in opposition of the Moon. See our consensual reality for what it is and don’t shirk away. Do something about it!
You’ve never felt more safe and secure than you have over the past few weeks. As Elias (Willem DaFoe) said to Chris (Charlie Sheen) in PLATOON, “Well, the worm has turned for you.” Yes, you’re on a roll and now with all the ground you’ve covered and acquisition of identity you’ve retrieved, you get a chance to make it all even more real with clear action, decisions and choices. First fire melts the lead and then it is cast into dies. That’s where you are now. New forms have been forged and are now about to cool. This is an exciting time for you. Saturn and Cap have been working you hard and the training has paid off. The octagon of life is really just a playground after all. Enjoy the week.
This week, you are the veritable “bull in the china shop” only you’re doing long form Tai Chi and spouting Whitman, while sucking on a cool, young coconut, as you admire your lovely form in the reflection of a Tiffany full length. It’s nice to be the Queen for a while eh? But don’t squander this time and opportunity. It’s merely a warm up, a way for you to get some serious momentum in your life. It’s not easy for a bull to fly, unless they are on the receiving end of an alien tractor beam, but here, in this agreement space, you need some ramp up time to reach max velocity. You’ve got some serious power available to you now and will throughout the whole of next year. As we stumble towards 2012, you’re a big player. You’re an EARTH person and dammit, the Earth and all it’s inhabitants need you. Give us all a good lesson on how to say “no” to “BULLshit” and “yes” to “BULLshift.”
Donald Trump (Gemini) just said that he will not run for president in 2012. That’s because beneath the rattle and the clatter, the prattle and the chatter, he can feel the rumblings of something in the distance that even his wealth would not be able to stave off. However, he did perform his role as Obama’s (tin)foil and birth crusader ably. Once the (cough) proof had been delivered and the bogeyman dispatched, well that was that. There is something in this for all twins to ponder. Your ability to stir the pot is at times unparalleled. Che Guevara was a Gemini and so was JFK, so you can traffic in revolutionary ideas, but right now, I would take a page out of the Templar playbook and do a little soulful R&D in the comfort of your favorite cafe or home office. This is the prelude to the end of 2102, when you emerge from your chrysalis of deep thought with the map for the blue highway out of hell.
My Cancer pal in SoCal is working his life like never before. He’s networking and building teams. He’s taking the goat by the horns and incorporating, turning the tables, telling the establishment to make room. Will it matter if people are sipping Coke Zero in the Rapture After Lounge on the 22nd? Likely not. Will it deter the spread of massive radiation pouring out of four, badly disabled reactors in Fukushima? Doubtful. Will it shower the poor with loaves and fishes? Perhaps no. But it will get his spirit moving in a positive direction, sending out magnetic waves of purpose, rippling and spreading out amongst the masses, broadcasting “the tao of choice” outward and outward, into greater and greater influence, multiplying the forces of possibility and grand outcome in imperceptible ways. Follow his lead fellow crabs and broaden your network of allies and angels.
Here I utter my first words of caution in this forecast. You have been riding such a magnificent wave these past few weeks, that you might take it all for granted. A word to the wise: “Don’t.” You need to remain as steadfast and humble as the sign that follows you, especially as it relates to your career. You don’t have to suffer fools, but neither do you have to undress them, tie them up and slather then with warm lard in the company lounge. You can get your point across without becoming tyrannical sore us. Yes, you are probably right and even though a slight affront suggested that you might not have been, simply accept the apologies and graciously take the lead again. Meanwhile, keep moving forward and making ground in doing what you love. Staying “in love” you cannot be denied.
Consciousness and health are co-mingled for you. As a fellow Virgo, I can honestly say that giving up wheat has been one of the most important changes in my life. I have gone from drifting into sleep after eating a sandwich, to new levels of aliveness. My aching kidney also seems to have mysteriously become better as a result as well. I am sharing this because you of all signs understands the importance of balance in order to experience higher levels of conscious awareness. With all of the Taurus grazing in the fertile fields of your higher mind, make the connection and attune your body to greater revelations of truth, both inside and out.
Libra might actually be one of the most rational signs in the zodiac and with Saturn’s ongoing residence in the sign of relating, ever more sober insights are pouring into the Libra psyche. But that is changing as King Minos leads you down into the labyrinth of your soul. Unexplainable things happen there. Dreams take on a more multi-dimensional force; They’re lucid holograms of alternative universes and life streams. Information comes to you out of the ethers in ineffable fashion. You sketch images of invisible figures before they arrive. You utter words before others speak them. You see headlines before they happen. This is your world now. You’d better get used to it.
Talk about fatal attraction. Whoa . . . If Springtime has not kicked in just yet, this week, ushered in by the Full Moon on Tuesday will make damn sure that you are alive and kicking. You cannot deny the connection. It’s magnetic. It’s kismetic. It’s prophetic. Drop your fears down by the water and dip into the river of life, the river of life the river of life. The rest is up to you.
While Taurus isn’t the most revolutionary signs, with enough energy and force, it can do just about anything. Your work has been in need of a major facelift for a while. I hope you garnered as much imagination and inspiration that you could while the orgy of rams gathered in the skies, because now it’s about putting all those grand thoughts and ideas into action. Your dharma is chopping wood and carrying water, with solar powered chainsaws and grass fed oxen. Now get to work.
Every goat has their day, sometimes two or three, This one is yours. Everything is flowing in the right direction. This scary Moon is really more of a passport for you to explore the erotic and taboo, which surprisingly you do not shun from, Oh if those others only knew. Using the Moon fuel, your imagination is rippling with ecstatic vibrations. In fact, you’re downright giddy. Something is going to happen. We can all feel it. It’s a wave, a planetary burp, a giant methane fart, a belching of souls towards heaven, an outbreak of unmitigated martial hives, whatever it is, it’s stirring and frankly you can’t wait, because of all the signs, you know that energy is just energy.
I just realized that Mehendra Kumar Trivedi is an Aquarius. This is really appropriate as he is getting ready to make a major tour across The USA, his new home, including stops at The Harmony Fest in nearby Santa Rosa. As an Aquarian, he is the anti-guru, or “the unguru” which for his sign seems incredibly appropriate. He’s sharing this new energy, in his new home, in unconventional ways and herein lies your lesson as well. In the hearts and hearths of man, express your uniqueness and make everyone’s place of dwelling just a little more elegant and sustained. In essence; Bring the genius home.
Enough floundering. You are not a fish adrift at sea. You’re solidly on land at this point in your life and you need to look around and find where you can be of service. Lesson time and learning is over. Long over. Get into action and make the world around you better and more vibrant than ever before. The greatest weapon against tyranny is beauty and don’t you ever forget that. You are a dealer of beauty and glamour. I have a marvelous idea for you. Turn that empty lot on the corner into a sumptuous garden, resplendent with orgone statuary and selfic obelisks. Lead us back to return to the garden.
This weeks scopes were inspired by Mungolian Jestset
Ricardo Esteban Valenzuela Reyes aka “Ritchie Valens” was poised to become the first Latino breakthrough rock and roll star in America. Discovered in his hometown of Pacoima, east of Los Angeles, in the nape of the verdant San Fernando Valley, where migrant workers picked vegetables and fruits, had children and settled down, Valens was young and packed with talent. A gifted musician, he played multiple instruments as child and even learned how to play guitar right-handed despite being a southpaw.
The Valley was rife with musical influences, from mariachi bands to rockabilly, and they came through Valens’ sweet fusion of romantic ballads, like his smash hit, “Donna” and the fiery, “La Bamba.” Bob Keane of Del-Fi records discovered him and helped shape his sound, launching him into the collective ear with the infectious rocker, “Come On Lets Go.” He had earthy good looks, mad chops, a great voice and massive crossover potential. Ricthie Valens was on his way to becoming the Latino Elvis.
In 1959, rock and roll was really taking off. Record sales were hitting gaudy numbers as the devil’s music reached deep into the wallets of mainstream America. The whole concept of touring was taking off as well, but unlike today, where the logistics have become a science, it was catch as catch can as rockers barnstormed across the country, appearing in as many places as possible over as short a period of time.
Valens was on “The Winter Dance Party Tour” which was taking place in the Midwest, at a blistering pace of 24 dates in three weeks. He was touring with The Big Bopper (J.P. Richardson), Dion and the legendary Buddy Holly. They were traveling by bus, but the shaky bus had no heat and in the early days of February, on snow covered roads, heat was a necessity. However, it was a last-minute gig at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa that would ultimately be their undoing.
The organizers of the tour saw an open date and made a last minute arrangement for Valens and company to perform there. But Holly, who was obviously the alpha of the tour was getting frustrated, not only by the ragged touring coach, but by how long it was taking to get from place to place as snow delayed their efforts to make their dates on time. Holly decided to rent a small plane to get to the next show in Moorehead, Minnesota, but the plane wouldn’t hold all members of the tour. Dion and Holly band members, Tommy Allsup and Waylon Jennings (yes, that Waylon Jennings), did not get on the plane. The Big Bopper had come down with the flu and didn’t want to ride on the bus and had managed to convince Jennings to switch with him. Valens had never flown before and wanted to experience it. He flipped a coin with Allsup for the last seat on the plane. Valens won the toss. Holly told Jennings that he hoped the bus would break down. Jennings responded with wishing Holly’s plane would crash–words he would later regret.
Valens was a Taurus, but not just any Taurus, he had Sun, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter and Uranus all in Taurus, from 18-25 degrees, so we’re talking fairly tight conjunctions and they were all in his 3rd House. It’s no coincidence that Valens was discovered in his hometown. The 3rd house is down the street, around the block and across town. It’s all about local flavor and his third was stacked. Not only did he have a herd of bulls grounded in his third, he also had Mercury in Gemini there as well, in it’s own house, Richie Valens was not only talented, but bright. However, notice all that heavy, earth bound and fixed energy rooted down there, in the local zone. These are aspects of someone deeply anchored in their locale. His 9th house, the house of travel is dedicated to 20 degrees worth of Scorpio and while it was un-aspected, on the night of Valens’ death, transiting Neptune in Scorpio was opposing his Black Moon Lilith also in Taurus at 7 degrees. Neptune was in Valens’ 8th house on that fateful night being so close to the 9th, we read it there as well, so Neptune in Scorpio, sex, drugs and rock and roll, was dancing between the house or travel and death.
Valens also had natal Sag Moon in the 10th. The Moon is classically interpreted as being a fluid aspect in any house, more colored by surrounding planets, angles and even phase, than any other planet. The Moon in Valen’s chart was waxing, having been full just two days before. It’s squared by his natal Neptune. Sag is travel. The 10th is career. On the day Valens died, the Moon was also in Sag and it was squaring his natal Neptune. In an odd admixture of luck and fate, Valens won the coin toss and got his wish, a seat on his very first plane flight, flying to a gig, using travel to further his career and yet, it was one of the most “unlucky” coin tosses in the annals of popular music.
There’s no guarantee what Valens’ career or life would have turned out like had he lost that coin flip. Jennings was haunted for the rest of his life by the night, when the music died. Had Richie Valens lived, he would have been seventy today, on May, Friday the 13th.
In an interesting twist of synchronicity, I will be joined on the Friday Farcast by Gary Moore, author of Hey Buddy: In Pursuit of Buddy Holly, My New Buddy John, and My Lost Decade of Music. It touches on the behind-the-scenes story of the death of Holly, Valens, Richardson and the pilot, 21 year-old, Roger Peterson.
An interesting 24 hour period of birthdays. Yesterday (May 10th), these two birthday pairs stood out: Bono and Sid Vicious and John Wilkes-Booth and Mark David Chapman. Bono and Sid, though born on the same day, they couldn’t be more different. Bono took post-punk/new wave to staggeringly successful heights, fronting the most popular band of my generation, while Sid Vicious became punk’s John The Baptist, ending his fifteen minutes of fame in the dark clutches of heroin and Nancy Spungeon. Wilkes-Booth and Chapman, well, not much explaining needs to take place here.
Today, we have Louis Farrakhan and Machiavelli and Salvador Dali and Andre Gregory. The surreptitious and the surreal. Gregory in fact mentions Dali in the semi-cult classic, “My Dinner With Andre” which featured him and fellow playwright, actor and friend, Wallace Shawn. It’s a wild riff where Gregory is unraveling a multi-layered synchronicity involving Dali, Andre Breton and Antoine Du-Sant Exupery. “My Dinner With Andre” might be one of the most important films of all time. It’s a rich exchange of potent ideas and life experience written and performed by two insiders of the New York theater scene. Ironically, Gregory’s foil, Wallace Shawn is every bit of Gregory’s opposite, not only in the film, but astrologically as well, with his Sun in Scorpio, opposing Gregory’s Sun in Taurus.
Andre Gregory was a pioneer of avant-garde theater in New york, forming the outside theater group, “The Manhattan Project.” In “My Dinner With Andre” he unfolds amazing tales of improvisational theater in the deep forests of Poland, eating sand with a magical monk in the Sahara, and looking for extraterrestrials in the cathedral at Findhorn in Scotland. Not only are the stories otherworldly and profound, Gregory’s telling of them is mesmerizing. He is a master story teller.
Looking at his chart, we can see Pluto in Cancer in the 9th House. Pluto in the 9th lends itself to deep and transformative experiences in other lands. It smacks ever so slightly of the zealot, but this is what can happen when one undergoes a profound religious experience and the way that Gregory talks about dramatic ritual in the polish forest reverberates with sacred numinosity. Pluto squares Uranus, Jupiter and the Moon, making it difficult at times for Gregory to ground these meta-perceptions, but it sextiles his Mercury and Sun, which certainly assists him in his ability to convey the power and the immediacy of his experiences. He also has Venus in Aries in the 5th House. Here is where his love of theater and the vibrant relationships he has experienced with fellow actors, directors and playwrights comes to the fore. For Gregory, it’s not just the love of the theater, but the people that he experiences it with. With Venus in the 5th, they form his community, as it opposes Jupiter in Libra in the 11th. Lovers become friends, friends become lovers. Friends are actors in his life and in fact Gregory even talks about the theater being dead and that the real theater is now living ones own life (he makes several references to this dichotomy in the film).
While he experiences love in the Polish countryside and death on Long Island, he seems to struggle in reconciling his life of experience with his domesticity. Andre Gregory comes across restless and ultimately surrenders to his life at home with his wife, “Chiquita.” His natal Saturn in Aquarius is in his 4th House, conjunct his IC. Saturn in the 4th is heavy and Earth bound. It suggests duty and anchors, but in Aquarius, the challenge becomes living an experimental life of sorts at home. It squares both his Sun and Mercury, perhaps adding to the complete and utter contrast in his voice and persona when he talks about the life of a householder versus the life of a nomad experimentalist.
I saw “My Dinner” when I was 21 and it changed my life. It served as both a spiritual and political catalyst for me. Based on Gregory’s fantastic tales of Findhorn, I journeyed there for month in 1984 and experienced my own strange and wondrous times. The message of the film is still quite potent as it deals with timeless themes like love, loss, grief, meaning and being alive.
Here is one of the most important clips of the film, where Gregory talks about staying human.
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My English doppelganger, Darren Williams, delivers angles, asides and observations from his perch in LIverpool. Darren is a two of clubs as am I (the conversation card) and hails from where my grandmother was born and raised. Darren's observations from the world of sport, esoterica, music, the BBC and film are top notch.
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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.