I have been tempted to really get into the Jupiter in Gemini connection between Obama and Romney or O’Romney as many have dubbed it. Their positions on the big issues are completely identical (likely the small ones too). To think we have the opportunity to change the situation by voting for one candidate over another is simply ludicrous. People need to disabuse themselves of this quaint notion, like eight years ago. Its all bread and circus, reality show sweepstakes for the guy with the best hair, cut of the jaw or tightest suit. And that’s merely on the superficial level, where people are judging and apprising each candidates appeal. That’s just the surface of it all. Below the phony and staged back-and-forth of partisan bating and grinning finger pointing lies something much darker. The society of the spectacle is the front for a rigged reality and the illusion of choice. There are no two candidates that best exemplify this than O’Romney.
Flash back. It’s 2008 and out of a heated race between Hilary Clonetin, the consummate insider and Saul Alinsky disciple and Barack Obama, the great unknown and Saul Alinsky disciple, the latter emerged from the ocean of our consciousness, with hope breaking like a fresh wave of cool, clear, healing waters across the charred and singed hearts and minds of a nation, beset by Bush fires that are still burning, Set against the octogenarian poster child, for the silent generation, the choice for Americans was easy, even though Jupiter was in Capricorn and would have seemed to favor the old dude.
But that’s where Obama’s Jupiter was and having a Jupiter return all through an election year and you’re the guy, well it doesn’t get much better than that. The Carpricornian forces lined up behind him, while McCain would ably play his role as the dotty yet gritty foil. But this time with Jupiter in Gem, its a different beast.
Gemini is essentially two halves of one whole before they split and when they do, they’re twinned, doubles. So what do we have here with these two candidates?
On the surface they seem to conform to classic Gem duality. Black versus white. Humble means versus privileged. Left versus right. Woman and rights lover versus woman and rights denier. One guy sings Al Green while the other hums Pat Boone. The contrast is all too apparent. And yet, go just a few levels deeper and you’ll see the similarities emerge in stark terms as both co-sign in agreement with almost every big ticket item staring down the American electorate. In fact, even NPR has noticed the similarities. Again, Gemini in all its alchemical glory reveals itself to be different and yet the same, two but really one. It offers the maya of choice and the stark revelation that no matter what you do or where you punch your chad, there is no change. And that my friends, is the desired effect.
When people are confronted with this option, they hold their noses, close their eyes, look the other way and vote based on their conscience, however much remains of that precious failsafe of the soul. They’ll co-sign on the lesser of two evils and in this case . . . .well you do the math. Some people are still misguided albeit well meaning. They see candidate A as the peoples champion. He stands for all the right things even if his voting record, now conspicuous, clearly suggests something entirely different. But there’s photos of him puffin’ some choom with a wide brimmed Panama, looking for all intents and purposes like a Hawaiian cast member of “Dazed And Confused.” Yes, he’s quite human isn’t he? Well talk about cognitive dissonance. Ask any member of the cannabis community and they’ll tell you how the Feds have made life a living hell in California for distributors and users of medicinal marijuana, shutting them down right and left. This is how people go nuts by the way. Not immediately or directly but quickly enough, especially now. Because the image and the action are so far from matching up, that its maddening.
Then you’ve got candidate B, passing himself off as the peoples champion, even if he can’t seem to get any more than 500 people at a time to watch him stiffly exhort his action plan to bring America back. He’s a died-in-the-wool globalist who will do the bidding of the highest bidder. Unlike candidate A who bobs and weaves around the medical marijuana issue, candidate B will only sign off on synthetic marijuana, which is where big pharma is poised to make the big bucks on cannabis research. But everyone knows that synth herb is crap and robs the healing properties right out of God’s own green. I said i wouldn’t talk about them and here I am, pecking away.
Okay, so lets end the debate and just have a peek at how similar they are on where they stand on the most important issues of this very pivotal era in our history.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OCTOMOM!
Let’s lighten the mood a bit and indulge in a little astro-whimsy. Today was the birthday of one, Nadya Suleman. Who is she? “Ocotmom.” I keep wondering if she’s some dark illuminist project, like Isis on aderall and andro. Well she is a Cancer so the mother thing is, well, in her chart, but she’s like some transhumanist pet project gone rogue, spitting out 14 kids by the time she was 37. They came in batches thanks to a hopped-up-hormonal system, flush with fertility drugs, splitting zygotes like pairs-of-eights in Vegas.
Octomom just kept doubling down.
Now to be fair, she was having a hard time conceiving because of fibroid tumors and scarring, so she had to resort to the miracles of modern medicine and go IVF (In Vitro Fertilization). To make ends meet and pay for her IVF, she worked in a psych hospital. Her first child was the product of donated friend sperm. The child was named “Elijah.” Now one might think that this would satiate her need to conceive. Nope. She was just getting started. Amerah, Joshua, and Aidan followed. That’s four kids. Enough? Nope. Double down! Twins!
Calyssa and Caleb. Now we’re talking six. Enough? No frickin’ way. By this time she’s like the Spielberg of birth, working up to that blockbuster production, the Indiana Jones of all pregnancies and on 1/26/09, in the early degrees of Aquarius (Sun conjunct Moon), out popped Noah, Maliyah, Isaiah, Nariyah, Jonah, Jeremiah and Josiah. The True Node and Jupiter were also in on the act, conjuncting Sun/Moon. I’m sensing that these kids are either going to save the planet in spite of their birth obsessed mom, or she’s just hatched the children of the damned as part of the great plan to bring the whole thing down and Arthur C. Clarke is somehow involved in all of this. Chiron is also in the mix in Aquarius (really?) but far enough out so that those sweet conjunctions are mostly spared the indignity of being too self-conscious about their future as a sideshow act.
They have Uranus conjunct Venus in Pisces, 20/21 degrees. They also have Mercury conjunct Mars in Cap, 21/26. Here’s the real treat, Pluto exact Black Moon Lilith in Capricorn. Birth (Pluto) and the new Eve, conceiving through some whacky, Atlantean-Aquarian science magic.
But what about mom? Black Moon Lilith casting her revenge on Eve incarnate?
Well, for starters, she’s got Sun/Saturn conjunct 19/22 in Cancer in the 5th House. Anyone with even a cursory knowledge of astrology can do the math here. In the house of children (Leo), she has the sign of the mother (Cancer) tied to the mule of labor in Saturn also in of course, Cancer. One might say, it was her destiny to be a mother–but this much? Zoom out and there’s a T-Square with Uranus in Libra in the 8th House and Jupiter in Aries in the 2nd. Uranus in the 8th is, well unusual circumstances around partnering (Libra) and sex and birth. Squaring Jupiter, is well, maybe just a bit too much of it. Both planets squaring her Sun, well, that’s willful excess (Jupiter in Aries) and submerged strangeness (Uranus in Libra). It all adds up to infamy masquerading as 21st century reality based fame.
As Saturn finally lurched forward in her 8th House, Ocotomom released a home-brew-porn vid of her pleasuring herself. You see, she believes that porn can be the ticket to help pay for her hungry brood. This might not go so well when Saturn hits her Uranus on 9/20, when by the way transiting Uranus and Pluto do their next square dance at 6 degrees. Maybe it might have to do with her strip club lawsuit. However, Octomom might just be the ultimate feminist, which could save her a visit from CPS, she’s a veritable birth engine, more of a Wankel rotary, than a traditional piston drive, and, she can do porn as well! Octomom might be the most fully realized woman in the feminist mold of all time. Is she done? Hardly. Just wait until Jupiter moves into Cancer next year and conjuncts her Sun/Saturn. Hit me babies one more time!!!
I haven’t even gotten into her obsession with Angelina Jolie. I’ll leave that one alone for now. Okay, we’ll get back to saving the universe from ourselves on the next post. Promise.