Flashpoint Turkey, Saturn In Scorpio, Erdogan’s Saturn Return, IRS Mess, Shifting Timelines, WWIII AversionPosted by: admin in Astrology, Awakening Dreamers, Temporal Anomaliess, tags: Erdogan, IRS. WWIII, Lincoln, Sag, Saturn In Scorpio, Syria, Turkey
Life is pretty damned strange. The cycles that repeat over generations, through time, are curious to say the least. When I was 8-9 our family moved four times in the span of a year. It started out when my parents bought their first home. It was a three-bedroom, two-bath with a big lot. Before everyone put up all their fences, we were surrounded by walnut trees. I thought we had moved to the country and there was a horse named “Pepper” in my future. But then, when those fences went up, it was like homesteading in suburbia. Everyone pitched in with equity and sweat.
Shortly thereafter, the old man got promoted and off we went, down into the canyons of Laguna, just a year removed from the Summer of Love. It was there where he had the equivalent of a breakdown. Sales was never his thing and the guy before him had filled his accounts to the gills. Within just a few months of our arrival, we set off in the dead of night, pushing a U-Haul up the coast highway, back to roughly where we started from.
Forty-four years later, I find myself in a similar vector. I moved to Austin from California last October and did it with my son’s mother, but separate, not together. She has her own life, own man, own house, etc.. Our son has done remarkably well adjusting to a new school, new educational standards, new kids, new little league. He’s got Moon in Libra, conjunct my own Libran Moon, so he’s good at being socially adaptable. But things have taken a turn for the weird and his Mom’s situation here just got more tenuous. There’s been hints and innuendo about a return to the Bay Area, which would almost exactly mirror the circumnavigation of my youth at roughly the same age. It’s bizarre and I begin to wonder about timelines, parallel lives, twisting paths like braided DNA.
I have a good friend who swears that the temporal order is shifting, that he’s getting younger and healthier. He told me that parts of his car are reverting to their nearly new efficiency. His air conditioning was out of service and suddenly, one day, it was blowing as hard and cold as it was when he first bought it. Something is going on here.
A long time ago, I wrote about the experiments of Dr. William Tiller and how through some carefully controlled experiments and deeply connected intention, he transformed an anomalous object into a quantum fetish. The object opened up a portal of sorts and the room that housed it had a very different set of reality protocols inside of it. I’m wondering if our so called reality is beginning to take on it’s own set of hyper-dimensional variables. Let’s take Turkey for example.
What started off as a simple protest over the last bit of green in downtown Istanbul, a fairly nondescript group of protestors with tents and a little more, wound up becoming a flashpoint for potentially overthrowing the whole damn thing.
Recep Erdogan is a triple Pisces; Sun/Mercury/Venus, with Venus and Mercury exactly conjunct. He has the Moon and Mars in Sag. Jolly ole Sag can a be a sign that is driven by extreme ideology at times. During Pluto in Sag, we saw the rise of radical Islam, dispensationalist Christians and the busy work of the Ziocons. It was the time of twin towers falling, mega-church-Bush-humping, and DOD bookkeeping rabbis that couldn’t account for billions gone missing at the Pentagon. All faiths in extremis.
Sag is positive, but it can be hella judgmental. Erdogan is proving this out in real-time, claiming that the protestors are the scum of Earth, Turkey’s lower classes hooked on cheap booze and bitter roots. No matter how he wants to spin it, something major happened there and I think it might have helped us avert WWIII for just a moment in time, a moment that might have been just enough for now.
You see, Turkey is a major launching point into Syria and the ongoing conflict, which was reaching a fever pitch last week when NATO ruled that the “rebels” aka “al-qaeda” could now purchase weapons, while a no-fly-zone, which is akin to an act of war was tabled by Obama. This was all, just last week and BOOM! Out of nowhere, amidst small park protest, in just 72 hours, Turkey has enough internal strife to divert money, resources, energy and attention away from its position and role in the assault on Syria.
Something changed the game.
Now Erdogan is also going through his Saturn Return (9 Scorpio) so he’s really in the mix as he’s learning about the limits of power; That’s one definition of Saturn in Scorpio. Scorpio is synonymous with power and when Saturn’s gravity compresses it’s essence, it’s like squeezing a blister. The puss oozes out of it. So Mr. Erdogan is having his cyclical blister test.
Another entity going through something similar is of course the IRS, which is getting nothing but horrid press for everything from targeting conservative groups, to throwing lavish parties, to not coming clean about who mandated the political profiling, when, why and how.
The IRS was started by good honest Abe Lincoln on July 1st, 1862 to collect money for the civil war. Just like corporations during the New Deal, it was supposed to be just a temporary thing, but when that money is sooooooo goooood baby, you just can’t stop it now, can you?
So the IRS is a Cancer entity conjunct the USA, another Cancer entity. That Lincoln was sharp. He knew a little about astrology it seems. But it also has Pluto in Taurus (figures) and that Pluto is being stretched and pulled like dried catgut in the light of day by guess what? Saturn in Scorpio. Yep, that spiked hammer of the gods, that blowtorch of the underworld, is cooking these fools in places dark and unexposed. Will it count or will it all simply get washed away from the rocky shore, out into the deep of the collective psyche? My sense is, is that it doesn’t matter, at least not in the way we think it does.
You see, we are all waiting for the gotcha moment of all gotcha moments, when we pull the pants down on the emperor and realize that he’s wearing polkadot underwear like the bad guys in the Three Stooges, has a tiny-little-weeny and scaly, skinny, legs. We so want that moment, which in some ways will make everything right and the forces of evil will be so shamed that they’ll break down in tears and beg us for forgiveness for their blind, ignorant and greedy ways, exposed by the light of our brazen truth.
So when the IRS gets busted or Steadman Bailey, I mean Eric Holder gets called out, we think we’re getting closer and closer to that eternal aha, that grand gotcha. Well, lemme tell you, I don’t think it’s going to quite go down like that.
With Saturn in Scorpio, we’ll get some of it like we’re getting now, but its likely going to be closer to Tiller’s object creating local portals of temporal anomalies, like park protests exploding into national strife, draining the energy away from an all out war. This is how it all goes down; a series of strange occurrences like re-living the routes of one’s past, circular motions of infinite loops, age regression, the unchained expectancy of something greater than the sum of our sorrows emerging from the depths of our awakening. You just never, never, know and with the grand water trine approaching, the spirit is parched and ancient waters will rise, ancient waters will rise.