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The 13th Moon

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.

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earth_valentinePlanet Love.

I am falling in love. This might sound like a strange statement coming from a man that is going through the transition that I am currently in, but the love I am experiencing is a larger force that I am connecting with through this website and people that have touched me with their readership and encouragement. People I barely know and haven’t met and yet, I can feel them, their presence, their being, not as some amorphous and vague sensation, but individually and perceptually. Through their words, their spirit is revealed.

I’ve also encountered this growing phenomenon over at The St. Clair Zone, which continues to surprise and enchant me. The evolving community there is incredibly supportive, bright, creative, welcoming and loving. This is due in large part to the space that Michael has set, the intention that resonates with every post and image. Very complex and abstract concepts, all pointing towards individual and planetary awakening are discussed with frequency and yet there is no authority, no high priest or priestess pontificating on their own particular brand of gnosis. It’s an omni-dimensional and inspiring loom of consciousness and again, individuals shine with bright spirits and inspired expression.

When I stare down the economic downturn and the attendant depression (emotional and material) I am emboldened by this evolving network of hearts and minds, not just on St. Clair’s site, but in the world at large.

Newton talked about “every action having an equal but opposite reaction.” It’s one the laws of the physical world that I can really appreciate from this perspective. While things appear grim in the oft-illusory consensus reality, bubbling beneath the surface is the equal but opposite force that is gaining more and more momentum with each passing day. This feeling, this force, transcends hope and trumps change. It is dynamic and deeply transformational. It calls us to honor the innermost and sacred values of creativity, respect, passion and love and as we embrace this force it unlocks our true identities which are then reflected back to us in the hearts and minds of others.

Jupiter in Aquarius speaks to this expansion of planetary agape. We have the opportunity before us to rapidly amplify the resonance of love in all that we do, in all that we are in the days and months ahead. Jupiter in Aquarius calls us to open our hearts and minds to the possibilities of ecstatic communion on a grand scale, which I have no doubt can and will culminate when Jupiter moves into Pisces next year. We are building a rainbow bridge to the conscious realization of our oneness through this fractal discovery of the other and re-assembling our new social selves into a powerful force of personal will linked up with the greater will of novelty, complexity, creativity and love.

Happy Valentines Day.

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Blake Angel Of Poetry “There will be no more delay! But in the days when the seventh angel is about to sound his trumpet, the mystery of God will be accomplished, just as he announced to his servants the prophets.”

In honor of Neptune’s slide into Pisces, I’m resurrecting this post, in true Piscean fashion, from the digital crypt. Penned back in 2008, still feels pretty relevant today.

It’s been weighing on me for quite sometime, perhaps for most of my life and now, I must unburden the heavy weight that has been set upon me.  I am a member of the conspiracy.  Yes, it’s true.  But it might not be the type of conspiracy you might be thinking about.  I never worked for an Israeli moving company, nor was I raised in after school sessions of The De Molay Society, which would later lead me into the realm of secret handshakes and associations by decree and degree.  No, I have been secretly working my entire life, often even unknown to myself (that’s how secret it is) towards a free, open and loving society.  I know what you’re thinking–this conspiracy is just a social phantom, an idealisitc construct, a loose knit amalagmation of magic wishers and dreamers.  As such, you don’t believe in conspiracies, but I can assure you, this one exists as I am a full fledged member.

I’m not sure when I was initiated as a young child, whether it was the senseless violence I witnessed each night on TV, shot in the jungles of Vietnam, or when I nearly had a seizure the first time I set foot in a church, or when I stood up to a schoolyard bully in defense of what we would later call, a “nerd.”  But I can surely attest to the fact that most of my activities in my life have been in support of a free and open society.

Now, it is out in the open and I know that there are others out there, sleepers awakening to the potential of a world that has been living within us for most of our days, a world that chooses love over fear, transparency over secrecy, transformation over entropy, possibility over resignation and most importantly, freedom over the enslavement of sleep and compliance.

Now, that I have let the cat out of the bag, and you’re aware of my intentions, you’ll know me and others like me when we let you in our lane on the freeway, even when you don’t signal, open a door for you at the market, pay for your toll when you’re behind us at a bridge, refuse to buy any party line, even one that we thought that we were invited to, turn the news off when it comes on, begin to openly initiate community programs to draw people together, often with no politcal agenda, grow our own food, create our own media, forge our own technologies, dare to raise our children to think for themselves and focus on the type of world we want, not the one we’re being assigned.

We have found out, through intense introspection and contact with the inner planes that the reality which we inhabit exists because others dreamt harder, had a more focused will and intention than we who were living and playing as if our welfare were being safeguarded by those in whom we had placed our public and ultimately our personal trust, only to be rudely awakened at some point with the cold, hard, reality that this hasn’t been the case for centuries.

We are firmly aware of this disparity which is why I and others like myself at this time are coming forward, brazenly announcing for the rest of the world to hear and take notice that we are in your midst and if you are reading this, there’s a good chance that you are one of us as well, even if you don’t know it yet.

Don’t worry, it’s ok and you’ll feel better when you simply surrender to the fact that you have a purpose and your purpose is happening right now.

Don’t fret if you don’t know what to do right now.  One of us will no doubt contact you when you’re ready and you will know what action to take when your heart gently whispers to your mind, “yes, you can do it.”

You’ll soon find others like you, like me, like us and we will begin to openly practice love in action.

The result?  A slow and subtle turn of the tide, a shifting of reality reflected in the collective miasma through revelations and truth that feed the hungry soul of a malnourished family, helping us gain and gather strength for the days to come.

Be brave, be bold and be ready.

We’ll be in touch.  

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