One of the main tenets of Tibetan Buddhism is to die before you die. In a culture that is obsessed with not only youth, but immortality, everything that is related to the organic process of vegetation, and dying is held at bay for as long as we can. Our fear of getting older and death has no doubt led to the arrested development of the species. But this post isn’t about the world at large—it’s about me.
Last week, I was, well, attacked on my radio show and while I have had flamers and defamers every now and then, this event was different. It was like a virus. It came in through the back door, which is what viruses do. They distract the corporeal form with some sort of viral noise, something that has to be attended to, then, while the virus is being addressed and dealt with, through the back door, something else is introduced. It’s a genetic sleight-of-hand that’s based on distraction. This is what happened to me last Monday.
I was at the end of what was a very successful show and I took a call with about ten minutes left. The caller came in, and asked me about doing a reading for him around the timing of following his life passion, which was opening a vinyl, record store. I should have known better. His story about being a trampoline repairman seemed odd, but I’ve had some strange jobs, so I soldiered on through the reading, doing my best to give sound advice based on the chart given to me and after I had delivered what I thought was logical council, he turned on me and told me that he had given me the chart of the producer of the Howard Stern Show, Gary Del Abate aka Baba Booey.
I told him that I read the chart and that I didn’t claim to be psychic and then he attacked, frothing, and cursing. There’s a reason why they call it cursing as I felt slightly paralyzed in the moments and days after the event. I began to question what I do and whether or not is/was valid. Was I just another pretender in Holden Caulfield’s parade of phonies? I was questioning my purpose, this in spite of the fact that I have been a very successful astrologer, having done close to over 1200 readings over the past eight years.
There’s been loons and goons that have called in and I’ve flushed them as easily as yesterdays news, why did this particular caller sting me? The answer was simple; my heart was open and my guard was down. When I go into the space of service I lay down my shields and open a channel to myself, and the other. This is what happened last Monday.
Since Jupiter is moving forward towards Uranus in my chart, in my 9th House, getting ready to trine my natal Jupiter in Sag in my first, I’ve been stretching, bending, widening the open heart space as I am convinced that this is the only place of refuge and paradoxically strength for the remaining humans on the planet. This commitment was obviously, seriously, tested. It also spoke to the individual power of the eclipse and the Pluto/Uranus square. Eclipse energies aren’t always felt in the immediate, the now, but days and even weeks after the event, the energies manifest and rise.
A PERSONAL LESSON
Zooming out a bit, well quite a bit from a much more objective space, transiting Mercury was on my South Node in Pisces, which BTW is also on my IC. My South Node and IC is where I do my Piscean work, which is right here in my home. The energy and transmission is broadcast through my NN in Virgo conjunct my MC, also at 15. It collided and colluded with transiting Chiron at 18 also conjunct my IC by three degrees. It was and is the most vulnerable area and time in my chart. While I was busy engaging the world through my Virgoan reach, the virus slipped through the backdoor and for a few days, hacked my faith. But it also did something even more important, it caused me to look at my work and re-assess it. Was I being as effective, dedicated and committed to what I have set out in the ziggurat of this mirrored matrix? Was I living up to my commitments with character and integrity. It was, as they say, a reality check.
Ironically enough, the birth date that the caller used was that of Gary Del’Abate more commonly known as “Baba Booey” producer of the Howard Stern show. Del’Abate is a Pisces, born 3/14/61, his Sun is at 23 degrees, the same degree as my mother’s Piscean Sun.
I’m not going to unwind this thing into some weird Oedipal trip, but there’s always been this sense that my mother wanted some other type of son, one that she could brag about in sound bites to her friends at church and the symphony club. What I do isn’t easy or that explainable to people on a casual level, especially relative strangers in the context of maiden America, keepers of the old dream. I can only imagine how this might be a real challenge for her.
In any case, there are no accidents, even a caller posing as a person in need, then opening cannon fire at close range (I had to drop the Piscean pirate metaphor in here).
I was playing with the Sabian Symbols as it related to this event and here is what I rose to the surface as I engaged with Lynda Hill’s handy, Sabian Symbol Oracle: AN EASTER SUNRISE SERVICE DRAWS A LARGE CROWD
”This degree shows the ability, and the necessity, of being able to rise up after difficulties in one’s life, somewhat like the Phoenix rising from the ashes. One needs to maintain hope and draw together with others who share a sense of faith in the future and in community and the goodness of life. There will be times of spiritual rebirth where you can rise above the failings of the past into new beginnings. Coming out of doubt and despair can lead to a new sense of love, faith and compassion. Join with others in a spirit of joy. There’s a need for unwavering faith in communal spiritual values. Performing deeds with reverence. Communal expressions of faith. Peace rallies. Revivals. The need for faith in a bright future. Devotion. Worship. The phoenix rising from the ashes. “
I thought it was pretty apropos in the context of what I had just experienced, especially as we approach Oestre and the season of re-birth, always one of my favorite times on the planet. What I got out of this was a re-dedication to my craft, art and service through not just astrology, but other channels as well. We’re at a time right now where we’re playing for keeps on Earth. Ever since 9/11/01 we have been inducted into an occult firmament of symbolic assault, proxy wars and the overall degradation of all life forms on this planet, not just the bi-peds who are convinced that they are at the top of the food chain. So instead of crawling back into my Cancerian shell protecting the entry of my 8th House, I did something quite different and relatively conscious which I will share later today on my show.
So thank you pirate caller, agent of chaos, the virus that crawled through the airwaves and became a worm in my Piscean sanctuary. Thank you. You’ve helped me dance with my shadow and emerge emboldened and ready for this next phase/seven-year-cycle which began back in 2008, the genesis of this blog and work. My dedication is even deeper.
For everyone that sent me emails, texts and Skype messages of support, thanks. It means a great deal.
One of the fascinating aspects of this last eclipse was the conjunction of the New Moon on the Vernal Equinox. This happens every 19 years. It’s called “The Metonic Cycle.” While this phenomenon occurs every 19 years, the Nodes begin their journey through the signs, which take almost the same time, 18.9 years. So the last time there was a New Moon on the Vernal Equinox, the Moon’s Nodes were in Libra/Aries, much like they are now. Dane Rudhyar has one of the best descriptions of how the Nodes operate in space;
“The Moon’s nodes are the two ends of the line of intersection of the plane of the orbit of the Moon around the earth and of the plane of the ecliptic, which is the plane on which the Sun seems to move around the zodiac throughout the year — that is, actually the orbit of the earth around the Sun. Two planes which do not coincide and are not parallel must intersect. The line of intersection of the solar and lunar planes is the Moon’s nodes’ axis — the Dragon’s Head and the Dragon’s Tail of traditional astrology.”
If we move backwards through time, to the Vernal Equinox, 1996, to see this phenomenon when it was last in affect. The North Node was at 13 Libra/South Node 13 Aries. This past Friday, the Nodes were at 10/10 respectively, reflecting the 18.9 year Nodal Cycle. The energy was in the final degree of Pisces as a run up to the shift in the solar degree of 0 Aries, which in wide opposition to both nodes was in activation mode.
There are four, interesting, Mundane events which marked the last cycle in 1996. On the day of the Vernal Equinox, New Moon, NN 13/Libra – SN 13/Aries and during the days that just followed, here is what occurred.
• March 20 – The British Government announces that Bovine spongiform encephalopathy has been likely transmitted to people. (Mad Cow Disease—attacks the brain (Aries).
• March 25 An 81-day-long standoff begins between antigovernment Freemen and federal officers in Jordan, Montana. (Freemen = Aries/Will Manifest, seeking equality, NN Libra)
• The 68th Academy Awards, hosted by Whoopi Goldberg, are held at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles with Braveheart winning Best Picture. (Celebration of warrior/male energy/Aries) • March 26 – The International Monetary Fund approves a $10.2 billion loan to Russia for economic reform. (This was the genesis of Russia’s economic reform).
Rudhyar’s theory of the nodes is quite interesting. He liberates them from the positive/negative polarity that is usually associated with them. In the astrology of fate, the general rule of thumb is to move towards the North Node and away from the South Node as the South Node takes more energy and is in some ways a real drain/drag. I agree with this to some extent based on my own, very painful experiences of my South Node in Pisces, House Four. Family and home has been shot through with the psychic effluvia of Pisces emotional torrent. I’ve always felt more at home with my NN conjunct the MC, conjunct my Sun. It’s there, in the 10th House, where in some ways, I have managed to find an acceptable stand in for my family through my work, but that doesn’t mean that we can completely leave the South Node behind. There ALWAYS has to be some swipe at integration. It may not always be successful, but the Nodal Axis as it is called must be dealt with periodically, like maintenance.
Rudhyar sees the South Node as a point of excretion in the chart, which makes sense if the NN is the dragon’s head, then it would follow that the SN, would be in fact the point of excretion, taking the stuff consumed by the dragon’s head. In my perfect world, through the application of my identity with the MC, through service, I could receive the necessary nourishment, both on a personal and monetary level, to feed the swirling chaos of the IC/Fourth, where the foundation is out to sea, rather than sunken into Terra Firma. The Virgoan activity would then act in some ways like land fill, stabilizing the tidal flow of Piscean influence.
Did something like this happen on a much larger scale on or near the eclipse? The answer is likely yes and the event, if true, will blow your mind, both from a historical/global perspective and an astrological one. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s the astrological highlight of the year, maybe even the century itself. The old prophets stir in their graves of memory and time. The new ones proclaim everything from WWIII to a breakaway shift that snaps the old world and the new in two. CERN’s hum grows as Europe and the world anticipates another surge, an attempt to crack the code of existence, opening a portal so deep, dark and wide that we overwhelmed by energies unspeakable, the animate force of all that is inorganic, the over lighting spirit of Skynet, giving birth to our new rivals on this realm, the agents of artificial intelligence. It’s not the first time it’s happened in this timeline and dimensional theater. They began the process on July 16th, 1945 in White Sands, New Mexico when the first atomic explosion occurred. We are approaching the 70th anniversary of the device they called, “Gadget.”
Gadget is an interesting word. It is often cited and sourced as being linked to the French builder of the Statue of Liberty named “Gaget.” This is not the case. Rudyard Kipling, a Craft Mason was initiated into the lodge in his birthplace, India, used “gadget” in his book, “Traffics and Discoveries,” written in 1904; “Steam gadgets always take him that way”. There are a number of related definitions in Hindi that connected to gadget, including “Kala” which translates into time.
The gadget that Oppenheimer birthed in an unholy splitting of worlds, at the test site named “Trinity” gave us the culture and industry of gadgetry, the assembly line of distractions. The gadget is the monad of artificial intelligence. It is a simple life form that crawled out of a plasticene vat and has self assembled itself into the likes of CHAPPiE, whose synthetic sentience and mechanized martyrdom hits movie screens all around the world. Before CHAPPiE, we had “Inspector Gadget” a cartoon hero that was part man, part robot I suppose. Gadget was an animated combination of human cum Swiss Army knife, eventually played by Matthew Broderick on the big screen.
Back in a past life, I used to work with autistic and asberger kids, there was one who was seemingly possessed by Inspector Gadget, turning his limbs into radial saws, jackhammers and giant mallets. Eric was his name. He was nine back then. That was thirty-five-years ago for me. Eric is roughly 45 now. But I digress—seriously digress.
CERN is the latest gadget giving birth to the next generation of gadgets, an odd, cute and not too threatening name that is foreshadowing the next wave of life on Earth and it may not be a pretty one. Humans are being cast in a darker and darker light as sordid virtues are celebrated as if they are the forces that will liberate us from our mundane consciousness. Everything is flipped on it’s head and turned sideways; grace, beauty, softness, compassion, nurturing, forgiveness and love are traits that laughed at as the folly of the weak. Courage, commitment, moral authority, defending one’s family, friends and community are the hallmarks of a rogue mentality that is considered unstable at best, hateful and shameful at worst. This is what has become of our humanity—it’s being used against us in an ad hominem attack on organic life itself. Meanwhile our cybernetic and synthetic brethren can do no wrong. They are pure and unsullied by the curse of time. They are the bright, new and shiny forms of this world’s lesser God. We’re old news—we’re history.
One of the most politically incorrect things one can do at present is to look at European culture and it’s manifest density and notice that it is being put on notice. From the “Burn White Jesus Challenge” to Azealia Banks (Gemini) it’s kill whitey time. Ferguson is the plot incinerator, smoldering, an open wound still not closed. This is part of the damning dance of duality that is being fostered as age old tensions mixed with deadly new ones are stirred a thousand times a day by the crooked mixers and fixers of this domain. A word to all of those who wish to see the white devils evaporate from this plain of existence; Be very careful what you wish for, because you might just be next. Remember, the next chapter of the story isn’t really about us, it’s about the mechanized minions of gadget, who are the receptacles, the empty shells of form to be filled by the makers themselves, believing that they can live here like gods for all of eternity; no rotting flesh, no fading faculties, no nagging conscience, supreme and synthetic, they will be time lords of the temporal domain.
If I were ya’ll, I’d wrap my head around that one for a minute and re-think who the supposed enemy is.
From a much more mundane, western, astrological perspective, there’s a lot to say about this solar eclipse, change of season, new moon phase, the last big action of the Uranus/Pluto square. It is a time of letting go as augured by the conjunction of the Sun/Moon at 29 Pisces, the last degree of the zodiac as the new, astrological year is ushered into being. This is an exciting and dynamic energy inasmuch as it is potentially daunting. It’s no secret that world events vibrate and stir, often pushed with the knowledge of certain astrological forces in play.
This morning at 9:46 AM, Universal time, the shadow of the Sun obscured the sky over Svaalbard, in Norway. Keep-in-mind, this is where they had the mysterious spiral of blue light that was present when Obama received his Nobel Peace Prize. It is also home to an official HAARP facility known as EISCAT. When it happened, the ascendant of the chart was at 27 Gemini, thus the MC was at 21 Aquarius. Remember, air is the element of magic. Gemini is the sign of duality–Aquarius the sign of rebellion and the change of orders. Energetically, they are front and center, driving their symbolic and etheric energies into the stake of this reality; division and rebellion.
Neptune, Mercury and Chiron are all in super subjective Pisces, and while Pisces is a potentially unifying force, it is also deeply deceptive in that our hopes, wishes and dreams are contained in its vast ocean of potentiality. Those energies are swirling at the world level where anything is possible, but Saturn in Sag tugs and pulls at it. In one direction Saturn is a burning scalpel cutting through the Piscean fog. On another level, any kind of real discernment is swallowed in a cloud frenzied emotion and swirling confusion, out of which Saturn in Sag is re-defined by Neptune’s drama and the mesmerized masses desire for peace and transcendence. While this exists in the world, it is also in you.
Want to burn down the palace of false idols and the phantoms of the past? Well, this is your moment of liberation. Have an addiction or some form of dependence you need to kick? Well tarry no longer, make up your mind /body/spirit with the Sun and the Moon at the 29th degree and leave it all behind. Step into the now/new in spite of what’s happening in Ukraine, Syria, Gaza or Ferguson or any other open wound on the planet—heal your own as the wide trine between Saturn/Sun/Moon suggests a new order, one more solid and secure than the froth of Neptune/Mercury/Chiron.
Here the alchemical marriage seeks union and incarnation into our own lives. What does this mean? It means that we all have the opportunity to resolve our lingering and langering parental issues (mommy and daddy) as Saturn urges us all to grow the fuck up, take the reigns of our lives and loves and step fresh into the light and heat of the astrological new year. All it takes is choice. When you do that, you become the sovereign ruler of your estate. That’s where it all begins and ends.
There’s more of course; the hyper acceleration of Uranus/Jupiter, the peace of Venus as the prime degrees of the 3 in Taurus, but those are the treats after the real work is done.
Bless the demons, banish the bullies, eradicate blame. Own it all and seal the deal of wholeness. It’s your life. Go fully live it. Show the robots how it’s done, Terran style.
For those of you who have enjoyed my talks with Regina Meredith, we recently connected in Boulder at GaiamTV. Here’s a snippet of our conversation about the upcoming transits for the season ahead.
And so it begins. On the day cursed by the Templars in honors of Jacques DeMolay’s arrest and subsequent death on Friday, October 13th, 1307, the final square between Uranus and Pluto initiates the last, major cycle of catalysis. Imagine the ward of planetary fields torqueing at angles of extreme disruption and potential, magnetic fields in dynamic collision, with Mars riding on tip of it all, whipping the celestial surge into a potent and dynamic field of transformation. This is where we are as we head into our own version of the Hadron collider, anticipating the Solar Eclipse, New Moon and Vernal Equinox all on one, burning day in the not-so-distant-future. Then, shortly, thereafter, a Blood Moon on Passover—are you ready for it? Even if you aren’t, well, it doesn’t matter. We’re all learning on the fly anyway in the post-history of the world that no one ever managed to tell you ended.
When I was back in Boulder last week, Jay Weidner surfaced a topic we had talked about before, briefly, that the world as we knew it did indeed change on 12/21/12, but not in the way that we could have foreseen. His premise (which I agree with) was the subtle, but pervasive awakening that is rippling through our collective awareness. People are getting wise. They are seeing the fracturing fractals of our pixilated reality. The world is on dial up and we’re fiber-optically connected into the grid of creation. There is a beauty and a danger to this potent epiphany, and that the world is an illusion and yet it is deadly real. We’re playing for keeps and yet we’re not. This is the sublime paradox of the liminal state. Read the rest of this entry »
My last cycle of private sessions has completed. I have five openings for dedicated students that want to learn not just the basics of astrology, but everything from understanding planets, houses and signs, to doing a variety of charts, including synastry, mid-point composite, relocated, solar return, progressed and of course natal with transits. I will also show you how I read charts and pass along the keys and details into my own, personal variant of astrological interpretation. This is an intensive, three-month-course, meeting 90 minutes per week. In most cases, we will use your own chart to explore these dynamics, which also offers you deeper insight into your own journey as well as understanding the big, astrological picture. If you are interested, please contact me at: email@example.com and I will discuss details with you.
The unwritten law for movies throughout the years was that at the end of a film, the monster or the bad guy got his just desserts in the end. It didn’t matter if it was Frankenstein, Dracula, King Kong, HAL 2000, or The Predator, the monster was put back in the box. This was a classic element for dealing with our shadows and fears as they were exercised and exorcised on the silver screen. In a tradition that stretches back to the Greeks and the whole notion of catharsis within the human drama, projecting demons into our observational consciousness for a limited period of time, turning them loose, and then vanquishing them back into the collective unconscious has been a critical component to not only maintaining our psychic health, but also closing the portals of imagination and deep summoning.
The only film which I can remember breaking ranks with this when I was very young, was Don Siegel’s, “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers,” which to this day is still one of the most chilling films of all time. And whether it was Phillip Kaufman or Abel Ferrara’s version, the original, sans special effects and visceral gore is the one that made me look under my bed at night for a week after, to see if I had a bulging pod with my name on it. In that version, Kevin McCarthy is being gas lit, his sanity questioned, the alien replacements conspiring at every step of the way to make him appear crazed and irrational. McCarthy thinks he’s vanquished the alien invasion only to jump on a truck hauling a massive load of the pods to the nearest small town, unwittingly ready to receive their extraterrestrial doppelgangers’.
The monsters were not put back in the box.
IOTBS was supposed to be a classic sci-fi noir that was a narrative for the fear of communism. Blank faced alien doubles stood in for good, kind hearted and respectful Americans. That was the common analogy used for the film, but perhaps, Siegel was being quite literal and the movie was an example of hidden-in-plain-sight cinema. Maybe, just maybe, people were being replaced. But that movie, as good as it is, is not what this post is about. It’s about a movie where the monster was not put back in the box and all hell has been turned loose since then. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s gonna be a long-hot-Summer. When I was with Regina Meredith two months ago, we looked at the astrological aspects for the current season and one of the aspects that I covered was transiting Mars in Gemini conjuncting the US natal Mars, also in Gemini. When we deal with Mars, violence, anger, aggression, will, motion […]
Confused Jender Roles Well, it’s been about a week since I tossed out my two cents on Bruce Gender. The results and comments were surprisingly positive and supportive of the POV. I was thinking about how uncool it is to be more traditional and structured in one’s view of life on Terra. However, we’ve always […]
Lost in Transgender Bruce becomes Caitlyn under the Gemini Sun. There are no accidents. Throw in a Mercury Retrograde (going backwards) and a little perverse Mars action in the sign of the Twins and the astrological cannon was locked and loaded for a little role reversal, gene switch. Did we expect anything less from a […]
It was about three weeks ago when Ken Warren and I had one of our weekly astrology sessions. Ken was my student, but it was never work with him. It was more like some co-mingling of spirits in an ongoing dialog into the mysteries of the chart, logos, creation and God. Ken had an uncanny […]
Guess who funded the Mohammed cartoon contest? Boulder 7AM. I’ve just finished two plates of spongiform matter that resembles eggs. The bacon looks like it’s been skinned directly off the backs of unsuspecting pigs. I try to cover the mass consumption in thick gravy, sans biscuit. It’s so generic and bland, but it’s free and […]
What happens when you mix black and white? You get Gray. In Baltimore, under the last degrees of Venus in Gemini, the poles of duality finally clash and the result is Gray, as in Freddie Gray. I can almost set my calendar to this social kindling, the bonfires of the ignorant and sleeping. All hell […]
Tetrad III There’s a slightly lurid nature about this Moon, about to go into full eclipse mode, just hours from now, a Blood Moon, on Passover and Easter. While the two are routinely grouped together, they couldn’t be more different. In fact, this Blood Moon, with all of it’s rapture porn overtones, is in some […]
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.