Venus and Saturn are doing the “Dirty Sanchez” one minute, then the next they’re Thomas Kempis, armed with a cat ‘o’ nine tails. This is the second pass of Saturn over Venus in the last trip around the Sun. Think back to Thanksgiving weekend, 2012. What kinds of changes were you going through or being forced to go through around relationships. If you didn’t do the work, face the fear and loathing, here it is, coming back again for the second pass, this time with tanks of nitrous and The Old Testament. It’s that kind of psycho-sexual overload, obsessively compulsed, desperately redemptive, feeling like it has to happen right now energy. Part of that has to do with the stakes being high right now. The volume on the planet has turned up. No man or woman can escape what is in their hearts. If the book isn’t open, it pretty damned well will be fairly soon.
If you had done your work last year, pared away, paired up, stepped up or stepped off, then this spin around Sol, Venus and Saturn doing the slam dance waltz will give you ample opportunity to go in, go deeper, be more committed than ever before.
Venus in Scorpio is in detriment. In lay terms, that evil Scorpio brings out all the nasty in Venus. It becomes obsessive and seeks some kind of redemption, only after running aground on the jagged rocks of betrayal, abandonment and even abuse. Saturn pushes against it, forces Venus in Scorpio up against a wall and then presses down upon it, squeezing out the gasps and the cries, bringing it to the point of surrender. Finally, a limit is hit. A bottom is reached. Let the moment of clarity begin.
Venus in Scorpio returns to the scene of the crime, again and again again, almost in a ritualistic fashion, trying to find the right partner to chase the demons. Sensuality is the sweet spell that’s cast over Venus in Scorpio. Those that have it in their chart’s are seductive and passionate lovers, channeling Aphrodite, Persephone and Dionysus. That’s enchantment, entrainment, enchainment. To be consumed by the fires of longing, passion and burnt to the char is Venus in Scorpio’s ultimate goal and destination, through which some kind of emotional purity and truth can be accessed and revealed, along with a deep and abiding void. Peace.
I interviewed Carre Otis today. Carre was one of the teen, super-model sirens of the 80′s. Her stunning looks graced the covers of Elle, Vogue and Marie Claire. She went from runaway, to runway model at warp speed. By the time she was twenty, she was doing her best to pass as an actress in Zalman King’s soft-porn, cult classic, Wild Orchid. It’s where she would meet Mickey Rourke. Mickey would become the Hades to her Persephone, but with Venus in Scorpio, edgy and dangerous relationships had already long been a part of her life. Her first boyfriend at the age of fourteen was a thirty-two-year-old with a hot temper. When she was in high school, her “normal” all american BF whose appetite for cocaine ran in parallel with a crushing burden of achievement committed suicide. She was summarily kicked out of her private school by a ore of her “peers.”
Carre has Venus in Scorpio.
It took her to flats in Paris where she was violated by a leering and leathery lizard, still, to this day, one of France’s leading agents of modeling. Guns. hari-kari knives, heroin, coke, Xanax, hot rods and Harleys, Carre’s Venus in Scorpio brought her to the edge, time and time again. Opposing Saturn in her 7th (Finger of God), she would stay on that orbit, again and again and again until she would close the gap, complete the circuit and find her power and stability inside a relationship. But on her terms.
Venus in Scorpio can be extreme. Carre went from the chains of emotional bondage, to taking vows of celibacy under the guidance of a Tibetan Buddhist monk. That’s another phase of Venus in Scorpio. But obviously, Carre is much more. With Uranus on the ASC, she is a rebel, and her Sun in Libra, in the first house, well, it’s beauty in all of it’s obvious and cliched, Libran esthetics, glamor and charm. But there in the 12th, lurching towards the ASC is Pluto, planet of death and rebirth. It’s an energy and a force she would contact again and a again.
But the best way to understand Carre Otis and her chart is to read her brilliant biopic, “Beauty Disrupted” and to listen in on our conversation, this Friday, at 12 NOON, CST on BlogTalk. I’ll also be joined by Freeman Fly and Jamie Hanshaw in the first hour. While Carre blows the roof off of glamour, Freeman and Jamie break down the symbols and triggers of heavy duty, MK programming, spending lost of time in the Magic Kingdom, deconstructing Miley’s white trash virus. You don’t want to miss this show.
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It’s been a while–I know. I have been extremely busy on the reading front–good busy. Tapping the void, getting clear, helping others get clear, feeling the semblance of healing atoms cohere across time and space gives this Virgo a sense of purpose. I’ve also been managing my son’s baseball team. It seems strange in some ways to be deeply invested in who brings the snack and when and when not to steal home, while the powers that be play “Battle Ship” off the coast of Syria. But it’s also extremely grounding and healing in it’s own right. Jupiter in Cancer prompts us to find connection to our past, to what made us feel connected, nurtured and loved. For me, it was sports and mainly baseball. The happiest moments of my life were practicing grounders until the Sun dropped into the Pacific, getting ready to play pick up games when the same summer Sun rose and of course being on the field itself. There was a sweet spot between 9-12 where my most fond memories reside. I continued to play up through high school, but everything changed. I couldn’t stand the meatheads I was playing with. I was tripping the light fantastic under the chemical transmissions of Hoffman while my teammates appeared to me as nothing more than cavemen. Alas, my heart was no longer in it.
But that’s where we are now, cycling, re-cycling to the sweet memories of our past in an increasingly chaotic and troubled time. One of the great quotes I ever ran into was; “Nostalgia is a memory from an age yet to come.” Jupiter in Cancer is our temporal locater in the time/space continuum.
One of the things that we were sold heavily on in the 60′s, 70′s and even 80′s was that the future was the place to be. I remember wandering around the 1964 World’s Fair as a child, being consumed by corporate super structures, getting my consciousness digested in their enzymatic exhibitions. Bell Telephone downloaded people talking on videophones into my brain. Kraft extolled the virtues of electronic food. GE revived the ghost of Lincoln and transferred it into animatronic form. We sat spell bound and listened to the wise words of our once great leader, now a robot. We splashed around in cars that could float on a temporary lake. And in the irony of all ironies, I watched a Brontosaurus hatch from a plastic mold, right before my very eyes, thanks to Sinclair Oil. It didn’t end there.
It was recently discovered that the CIA was one of the social drivers behind modernism. You know that art that everyone hated when it first came out? Rothko’s lumbering and ponderous blocks of dark gravity, Pollock’s kiddie splash art, Calder’s mobiles, you name it, seems like the alphabet agency had a deep and abiding interest in promoting futurism. Couple that with their intense interest in psychotropic drugs, and there seems to be some kind of hidden hand brushing us along the collective people mover into the next century. If and when there was any type of hue and cry that modern art was pointless, useless and lacked all talent, critics were quick to come to the aid of the artist, going on the offensive, practically insulting other critics or the “common man” that they didn’t have enough brain wattage to comprehend the meaning, behind the meaning of meaninglessness.
My pal Ken Warren and I have kicked this around a bit as it relates to the tyranny of the new school of criticism that came out of the University of Chicago, where the didactic model for interpretation became the work itself and not any kind of historical or cultural markers that contributed to the meaning of that work. In essence, they were instructing readers to dismiss any kind of touch points to the author’s experience. It was kind of like lock the author away in an archipelago of the mind, and simply decode the words on their own merit. This for me, was a type of literary schizophrenia and turned me away from the halls of academia. How could one not have any working knowledge of the life of Ezra Pound and expect to get anything meaningful out of “The Cantos”? That’s just one example.
You see, somewhere along the way, we got thoroughly convinced that anything better than here was better than this. Tomorrow would be brighter. Your meals would stay warmer longer. Your every, single, solitary need would be attended to much easier. Remember the Jetsons? Freedom from the slavish world of labor was the goal. Technology could liberate the common man and level the playing field for him, because if time is money then the rich have a lot more time on their hands. Technology could, in some ways, make us all rich, if not materially, at least chronographically. Not too mention relieving the burden of the modern housewife, which would make her happier, more playful and ready for sex, versus tired from doing all those nasty chores by her lonesome.
Technology, modernism, the future were the blue pills.
Now i am not a luddite or some paleo-regressive. No, I’m not Anthony Zerbe in Omega Man, but the world is about to twerk into darkness at light speed and I may get my wish in November when the lights go out. But even culturally, the level of symbolic displacement is getting to the point where most people just cannot handle more strangeness, more chaos, more oblivion of the world they once knew, so it becomes a war between the future and the past. We even see this played out in the realm of partisan politics. The “progressives” want to progressively move everyone into the future, whatever that future is. The conservatives want to cling to the present by not letting go of the past. It has nothing to do with communism versus conservatism. It’s the past vs the future. It’s Yahweh wedding the people to sacred law that stretches back into the galactic corridors of time, because hey, if it worked on Sirius, it should fly here. It’s Lucifer, all hot and bothered to get the real party started, destroying convention and the old rules. It’s about Libra 3, today’s Sabian Symbol (Thank you Lynda Hill) “A Dawn Of New Day.” That’s the conflict boys and girls.
Where it gets convoluted is a place like Syria, where Assad is accused of being a dictator, a tyrant and all that. Well wouldn’t you be with what poses for democracy these days? So Assad is holding onto the past. He’s a time criminal wedded to another era, meanwhile, the completely barbaric rebels, most of whom are criminals released from Saudi jails, Al-Qaeda and who knows what else are posing as Wahaabbists, whose ideology is straight out of the 15th century, replete with heads on stakes, devouring live organs, and all the greatest hits of Ibn Al-Hashim. So, ironically, they have been drafted from a past further back than Syria’s in order to march them at bayonet point into the future.We live in strange times.
Meanwhile, in Washington D.C., two-million chopper riders descend on the capital to commemorate the dead of 911 and the heroic first responders, while two-million Muslims are going to march there as well, sans rumbling steel between their legs. The Muslims got the permit. The bikers didn’t. Should be fun. All they need is two-million rabbis and we could really work this thing out with the Huns, versus the Khazars, versus the Moors. It’s the Beltway throw down. Love and Peace or else babies.
Speaking of time + 911
I recently shot my first video for Gaiam.Tv, here in Austin. It’s a thirty-minute romp through time, that looks at the astrological symbols of 911 and the potential birth of one of the most famous personages to ever touch the planet’s soil.
There has been some buzz that Jesus wasn’t born on 12/25 for quite a while. Most people understand that this was a ploy to get the pagans to buy into the return of the light from a more metaphorical perspective, just like how the cathedrals of europe were built on pagan ritual mounds. One belief system overlays itself upon another. In two-hundred-years, those churches will be massive data farms.
So if Jesus did exist (And I “believe” that he did) and he wasn’t born on 12/25, the greatest day of mammon worship, then what day? When? One theory is, is that he was born on . . .9/11. In the hyper-matrix, it makes reasonable sense. So, I cars a chart for 9/11/-3 or -2 Gregorian. Well, you might be surprised at what I found. I was.
I chose 6:44 PM, Jerusalem for the place and time. I did it because I rectified the chart for a specific reason. I set it to have the ASC at 0 degrees Aries. Why? Because Sananda/Emmanuel was here to master the concept of will. So it makes sense. It also is the direst degree for the Western Zodiac, so that’s a plus as well. But then I looked at every cardinal point on the cross and they were all at 0, which gave the chart the exoskeleton of the cross, a symbol that plays a much larger role in the life of the man, later on.
At the time of birth, Saturn was in Taurus, in the second house. This indicates very humble beginnings and could either turn the person into a blatant materialist or a material renunciate, Values and a deep sense of roundedness are present here. Someone that can also be willful and more than a bit stubborn. But look at the inherent power as Saturn trines Mars in Capricorn and the Sun/Pluto in Virgo. This trine has the ability to move mountains. And with Mars in Capricorn in the 10th, near the MC, conjunct Altair (more about that later), Mars become a force in the world, but it, Altair and the MC are in conflict with the Aries ASC. I see this manifest in the battle between the will and that of the spiritual and economic hierarchy of the day; the pharisaic merchant class. Mars in the 10th suggests to me that JC would go to war against them. Indeed, people at that time wanted to turn him into a warrior, a rebel who would overthrow the ruling elite and the political system of his time, especially after he cast the merchants out of the temple. When he turned his back to their requests, they lost faith in their projection of him as their messiah. But this conflict, this square would result in his death. Mars at the mid-heaven would also suggest the hand of Rome in his life as well. as Rome was ruled by Mars.
Altair is the fixed star that represents warriors, aggression and violence. It shares a quality similar to Antares, but Antares has more to do with other people’s aggression, where as Altair is more connected to the energy and violence of the individual. Here, right on the MC, it indicates the mark of a spiritual warrior. At 6:44Pm, it would likely be visible in the early, night sky. As the night would progress, it would still be quite bright, dropping into the 9th and then 8th houses. Could the three Magi have navigated by the light of Altair? It is the 12th brightest star in the night sky. It is also known as the “Eagle Star” in the constellation Delphinus.
The the Māori people called Altair Poutu-te-rangi or the “pillar of heaven”. It has also been associated as an ill omen of reptiles. In the TV series, Stargate Atlantis, Altair itself, is a star gate One of my favorite astrologers and fixed star expert, Rob Tillet texted this to me about Altair; ” It brings sudden but ephemeral fortune, associated with impulsiveness and courage, but can be associated with accidents. It rules astrology and writing. It gives great imagination, strong passions, an indomitable will, a dominating character, with clairvoyance and a penetrating mind”.
KING OF KINGS
As we shift focus from the MC to the 5th, we see Leo in it’s own house, and there is Jupiter in Leo, conjunct Regulus, exactly. This is alignment represents king and king or king of kings, in the house of Leo, the house of kings. Jupiter in Leo as well as Pluto in Virgo and Neptune in Scorpio play very prominent roles, close to 2,000 years later. Jupiter and Regulus together denote a being with a huge heart. Someone blessed with both great humanity and also great responsibility. Hint, hint. It also portends blessing through the birth of a child.
Moving up to the 6th House, we see a massive stellium in Virgo, the sign of service, dharma, health and healing. Let’s just say that there’s a great deal of emphasis of the life in this part of the chart. The greatest kings are those that are the greatest servants this house is bursting with at the edges with service. Mercury,Venus, Sun and Pluto. The Sun/Pluto conjunction are really interesting here. The themes of these two, conjoined in the 6th point towards great, healing and recuperative powers. Mars comes in like a super charged, power booster from the 10th, adding energy, cardinal energy. Saturn coming from the 2nd brings in an aspect of time and eternity. Transformation, life and death play a large role here as well as the 8th House.
Uranus in Pisces in the 12th opposes both the Sun and Pluto. Uranus in the 12th is catalytic and symbolic of the age of Pisces itself, in an electro-static medium, crackling in it’s briny embryosis. Here, the individual might be one that hears voices or is prompted to take actions based on some kind of act of extreme faith. Uranus in Pisces in the 12th, the house of the soul is the wild card. The challenge and the goal is to make it work. Aligning it opposed the Sun and Pluto, it becomes like a fiber optic link, stretching across the space of the chart, transmitting the light of the soul into profoundly transformational service into the 6th, injection the Solar principle with a unique mission or calling. This opposition will likely play a role, much later on in the x of the mystic triangle. Death is strange and sudden.
BETRAYAL IN THE 8TH HOUSE
The 8th House is home to Neptune in Scorpio at 11 degrees, Antares in Scorpio at 11 degrees, and the GS at 29 Scorpio. Together, they all add up to 33. Neptune’s relationship to Saturn, in opposition is similar in some ways to the Uranus/Sun-Pluto opposition. This could be pure magic when it comes to manifestation and faith or pure hell when it comes to doubt. With faith activated, Neptune in Scorpio magnetizes, attracts and binds intention to the will through the application of the willingness to suspend disbelief. Some might call it magical thinking. It also indicates someone that might have had experience with hallucinogenic drugs. Through the activation of internal coherence, something profound and alchemical occurs, grounding the miraculous into the here and now with the earthiest manifestation of Saturn there can be. Magic and faith become grounded in deep, in fact, into the very Earth itself. But there is also danger lurking here. Antares as mentioned is violence and bloodlust. Conjunct Neptune in Scorpio, it can be seen as a type of betrayal, one that results in a potentially violent end. Remember Neptune in Scorpio, just like I asked you to remember Pluto in Virgo, and Jupiter in Taurus. Uranus/Pluto-Sun/Neptune/Saturn all form the angles of opposition in the mystic rectangle. Saturn (Satan/Karma/Time/Discipline/Wisdom), Neptune (Godhead/Madness/Delusion), Uranus (Genius/Revolutionary/Electric), Sun (Core/Purpose/Essence/The Father) and Pluto (Death/Magnetism/Transformation/Underworld) all dance in formation in this chart.
Perhaps the seed, the beacon of this chart can be seen in the 11th House, where the North Node resides in Aquarius. This was the life purpose of the individual. To create a community, bond and share his essence with others, like say, maybe disciples? All twelve of them, like the 12 signs of the zodiac. The goal was to have the experience of fellowship with with other outsiders and perhaps have that goal realized as a model for the future, to live in a world where knowledge, wisdom and love were exchanged freely amongst a community of equals, yet unique in their own individual right. While the impetus and action are derived from the maverick spark of Uranus in the 12th, it’s the 11th where it is all shared. The seed of the true age of Aquarius. Lastly we see the fixed star, Sirius in the 4th House. While it could have a very earthly representation, perhaps it is more of a reminder of where the individual came from, the place that he called home.
REDUX SUMMER OF LOVE
Let’s fast forward into what we call time. It’s 9/11/67. The Summer of Love is just winding down, but the scent of something special is in the air. Spirit is alive and magic is afoot. There’s an explosion of creativity, sex, imagination and possibility. The old rules are being re-written before our very eyes and yet there’s also a sense of madness in the ethers too. A violent war rages in Vietnam while a growing, civil unrest swells and begins to divide the country and the world. The Doors release their first album and defy Ed Sullivan on national TV. Detroit, Newark and D.C. have race riots. Pink Floyd release “Piper At The Gates Of Dawn” on August 6th and on August 7th, Jocelyn Bell and Anthony Hewish discover the first Pulsar, an entirely new and novel type of light. Elvis marries Priscilla and The Beatles release, perhaps their most occult and densely coded album, “The Magical Mystery Tour.” The term, “Black Hole” is used for the first time. Charles Manson is released from prison in march, of 1967, where he lands in The Haight. Jim Jones moves to Ukiah, in 1967, in order to escape nuclear annihilation.
The Summer of Love was one of he most pivotal times in our recent history. And if we look at the planets, three really stand out; Jupiter, Pluto and Neptune. Why? They are all in the same signs they on the 9/11/-3 chart. Jupiter was in Leo, Pluto was in Virgo, Neptune was in Scorpio. These three planets in the chart of Yeshua/Sananda/Emmanuel emerge during the Summer of Love. Not only that, but Uranus, which was in Pisces is no longer opposite opposite Pluto, but on it’s side . . .conjunct. The mission which started in the 12th House, waiting on the radical will of God, was no complete, connected, unified and at one with Pluto. Many people born during the Uranus/Pluto conjunction have an unusual interest in the healing arts and even display profound talents when it comes to moving energy and understanding the mechanics of spirality.
So it’s my contention that the Summer of Love was aligned to be the second coming, on a deeply energetic/spiritual level. This was the time that was supposed to turn the planet on instantaneously, regardless of belief system. However, something went awry, some went amiss. If you go back to my timeline theories, things get hijacked and reality switches tracks on 11/22/63 via the death of Kennedy and the insert of the false Aquarian Age in 1963. We can even see the beginnings of dark anti-messiahs in Manson and Jones make significant moves in 1967, establishing a deadly beachhead on the shores of the weak and needy. In the case of Manson, he even had his own set of disciples, the nine members of the Manson Family. Was there a concerted push to re-route the planet’s spiritual circuitry in 1967 by covert means? Has there been a conscious effort to use the energy of the 9/11/-3 chart for the rise of anti-consciousness or even in more lay terms, “The Antichrist’?
September 11th, 2001. I’ve written a great deal about this and I want to touch into it a bit now. On that fateful day, the same day that supposedly belongs to the birth of Jesus, the dark, magical ritual that was a planetary game changer slammed into our psyches like an violent avalanche, not only inducing collective trauma, but also anchoring a deep spike in the timeline variant that began on 11/22/63. Jupiter in Cancer is all about the things listed at the top of this article and what happened on the heels of 9/11 was also a hijacking of our intention. Americans rallied around the flag and condemned “French Fries” because the French wouldn’t throw down with two, planned wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. We’ve been singing “God Bless America” at every baseball game ever since. The synthetic insert of a faux patriotism was complete. I’m not going to go into great detail regarding this, but note that the “Freedom Tower” now “The One World Trade Tower” opens next year, 2014. Sixteen (2014 2+14 = 16) is the number of “The Tower” in the major arcana. It will be the erection of the celebration of Babylon, reanimating Babel itself. This, all on the back of the cosmic template of 9/11/-3
So here we are today, Muslims and bikers converge upon D.C. Obama desperately peddles intervention in Syria to a public weary of war. Americans are drained. They’ve reached over saturation. The energy that declared that “you’re either with us or against us” has waned to the point where the more that Obama makes his case for war, the more people oppose him. It’s the opposite effect and yes, Jupiter is in Cancer once again, but this time, people are pushing back. They are actually tapping into the essence of the aspect. Eyes are turned towards home and the problems that exist here. People name drop Detroit as a city that needs our attention, not Damascus. The masses are in a very different mood, sourcing the authenticity of Jupiter in Cancer, in essence, bringing it home.
Today is also the birthday of one, Bashar al-Assad. Yes, Syria’s main man has his birthday today. Damascus is at the 33rd degree, today’s date 9+11= 20 + 13 = 33. Damascus is linked to the Damask Rose, the rose is the symbol of both Venus and Isis, but also Christ, as the red rose is the blood of the martyred Jesus. The Spear of Longinus was a thorn in his side. But while Hollywood’s elite remain silent in the face of WWIII and the world commemorates the loss of life and innocence, 12 years ago, people seem to be migrating back to what matters simply due to the fact that they’ve had too much. This is the turning.
Through the clatter and the din, the white noise of collapsing empire, people can still manage to hear the still, small voice of peace whispered from the mouth of a babe, over 2,000 years ago in the eternal dream.
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Each summer, Hollywood delivers it Blockbusters usually in the action/sci-fi genre.Typical, format of these films are a diverse random group coming together as a team to defeat a controlling force with evil sinister intentions.
Many look towards the 1977 classic ‘Star Wars’ as being the initial if accidental Summer Blockbuster that all others attempt to follow in terms of cutting-edge expensive graphics leading to a even greater profit in Tickets purchased at the Cinema connected with Merchandise.
Like many things in Pop Culture, things are based in collective opinion rather than fact.
The actual first genuine Hollywood Film to attain Summer Blockbuster status was ‘Jaws’ in 1975 directed by Steven Spielberg. What made ‘Jaws’ so unique was people went repeatedly, taking those to the Cinema to be converted. This behaviour had never been witnessed to that extent before in western developed world cultural history. Eventually leading to George Lucas, Spielberg’s friend in 1985 becoming a billionaire.
The 38th summer since ‘Jaws’ has produced the evolution of the Hollywood Summer Blockbuster… Read the rest of this entry »
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It’s Sunday morning and the Moon is revving up to it’s fullness in Aquarius. When I think of the Aquarian full Moon, the one word that comes to mind is “illumination.” My son has just discovered technology and he’s skipping me pictures that he’s taking from his ipod. They’re odd pictures. destinations of exotic locales that are dripping with water or mysteriously deep in the Earth. There’s Isla Espiritu Santu in Baja. Isla De Ometepe in Nicaragua. Antelope Canyon in Arizona. Plitvice Lakes in Croatia. Why is he sending me these pictures? Is he channeling safe zones in the midst of some upcoming cataclysm? I’m struck by the beauty of each image, even though they are awkwardly framed.
As the morning dissolves I shift into doing a coaching session. I’m talking to my client about Saturn transiting the 8th House and how it impacted me. It’s when my son was born. I have Cancer in my 8th and the issues of birth, nurturing, home and family hit me square in the third eye. We moved into a house and a week later we found out we were pregnant. Saturn wastes no time. It’s efficient as hell, if hell can be efficient.
During that time, I couldn’t shake the interview that Bill Moyers did with Joseph Campbell. Campbell talked about becoming a parent, about how when a child is born, the parent dies. This was my metaphorical reality during that Saturn transit. I left my corporate gig and turned my back on transfer to New York City, knowing that it is the devil’s playground for me and wasn’t a good mix with a newborn in my life. I wound up becoming a stay-at-home-dad for two years. Saturn did it’s thing.
As I shared this with my client going through their own Saturn 8th House transit, my son decided to Skype me. There he was, showing up in the session, almost telepathically keyed in. I thought about those pictures just a little bit differently. What was he picking up on?
Saturn is transiting his 4th House–intimations of where it is that might be safe.
We’re occupying a strange zone of flatness and placidity. But for how long, we can’t be sure. There are rumblings on the horizon. It’s rumored that five states (Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Virginia, Delaware and Maryland) in FEMA Region 3 will be having massive drills in late September, early October. We’re talking big, with Mers Coronavirus chatter, UN troops, National Guard, etc., etc.. Meanwhile, the rest of the country will be participating, whether they like it or not in a massive blackout/simulated cyber and physical attack will take place in early November called, “Grid X II”. The track record of drills isn’t a good one; 911, 7/7, Sandy Hook and the Boston Marathon ALL took place during drills. All of that is looming darkly on the event horizon.
In the early part of November, we’ll be staring down a perfect celestial storm with the next Pluto/Uranus square at 9 degrees (endings), a hybrid solar eclipse, which does travel across the face of the U.S., that old devil, Mercury Retrograde in Scorpio and of course, Comet ISON (SION) which looks like a weird spacecraft with the Hubble lens removed. Couple this with our above news and the fact that apparently the underground bases and cities are stuffed, stocked and ready to be occupied, it looks as though 2013 is going to get very interesting over the next sixty days.
Meanwhile, the sweet nectar of Cancer occupying the effulgent spaces of Jupiter. I marvel at the thick and full beards of major league ballplayers recalling players from another time, the ghosts of “The Reconstruction” incarnating in the game they made popular at the end of the 19th century.
Beards are also psychic antenna, connecting men within a circle, a tribe or a diamond with a closer sense of purpose, a more unified field. This makes a lot of sense since we’re dealing with players that mostly range from twenty-two to thirty, the sweet spot of Pluto in Scorpio, the most psychic generation of our time.
Restaurants, bars and ice creameries across the country are rapidly being transformed by artisanal cheeses, fresh, grass fed, humanely raised, organic meats, lush organic fruits and veggies, and the sweet cream of gentle goats and cows. The farm-to-table trend is rapidly ascending in the monolithic shadow of the GMO leviathan. This is Jupiter in Cancer giving us the promise and the scent of what it could be like if we lived in a slower world, where people took time to carefully and lovingly produce the best foods and tastes that honor every seed, leaf, herb and animal. We are so close that we can taste a renaissance rising like loaves of bread from ancient grains, before they changed the molecular structure of wheat. This is the fruit and promise of a world in which we can live, where all of life is honored and not desiccated and desecrated. It also poses the biggest threat to TPTW, because once people get reconnected to the roots of their diet and a lifestyle that accompanies it, it takes us out of the synthetic trance that has become a social dominator. It reminds us of what it is like to be home, a home that exists inside each of us.
Once people get a taste of this type of life, they will defend it because it has become part of them.
There’s some backlash, a bit of snobbery surrounding the farm-to-table lifestyle; It’s elite and overpriced. While you pay more for something hand crafted and local, something alchemical happens. You feel good about what you just purchased or even traded. There’s something whole and resonant that takes place. That powered is even doubled when you make things yourself. When I was living in Point Richmond, there was a place that was teaching people how to craft their own soaps, essential oils, shampoos, etc., and it was rapidly gaining in popularity. There’s a major movement taking place, a turning away from corporate dominance, artificial culture and plastic consumption. News that McDonald’s has strange, Morgellons-like fibers in their chicken McNuggets only helps the cause. We’re in a revolution right now and it’s not taking place in the streets, or on universities but in cafes, diners, restaurants, farmers markets and local farms. There is a consciousness that’s arising that tastes good, feels good and nurtures the spirit. It’s popular to talk about the divine feminine these days, well here it is in action, from farm-to-table, from soil-to-soul. Jupiter in Cancer calling us home.
Speaking of revolution . . .
The Aquarian Full Moon is interesting. Right now, as I bang out this post, I’m IM’ed by a FB friend, a woman who wants to post something on my page about “reality magic” and how women that don’t have a corporate gig might want to re-define themselves. She’s got a heavily tilted, Aquarian chart so this makes perfect sense. In it’s most dire manifestation of the opposition, it’s the arrogant patriarchy versus the radical feministas. The Aquarian Moon is cool, even a bit clinical at times. How do the Sun and the Moon play nice? How does Morgan LaFey dance with King Arthur? The Aquarian Moon jolts our awareness. It illuminates our outgrown ego structures and allows us to innovate, make improvements add a strange magic to the Apollonian strength of our solar expression. We have a desire to communicate how we feel in socially networked matrices. Twitter and Facebook will be shot through with lightning bolts of strange, erratic and inspired invention. No idea is too strange to be tried on or stretched out. The Aquarian Moon desires to be heard. She is the prophetess and the oracle The Sun allows her presence. He gives her space in the days when she burns bright. In the solidity and patience of the Sun, she confers gifts, wisdom and messages. Here is how we embrace the energy. The Aquarian Moon feels settled when this occurs, but more importantly, feels recognized and centered. Deeper uncoiling occurs. The moral of the story? Take a madwoman to lunch at a farm-to-table roadhouse and let her read palms for the food.
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Hermes Trismegistus (Roy Tiesler)
It’s all bubbling up. Snowden is supposedly holed up in a hotel room in the Moscow airport, tapping into the matrix under the cool void of a makeshift Farady cage. For those of you that don’t know what a Faraday cage is, the laymen description is something like an electrical ceiling and fence that creates a force field of sorts that won’t let any radical rays, waves, beams or pulses penetrate one’s immediate space. It was created by a British scientist named Michael Faraday, who happened to be a Virgo. Leave it to a Virgo to create the device capable of staging a completely neutral space.
Snowden or whoever or whatever he is is, has rigged it up, because he’s wary of being hit by a directed blast of heart stopping scalar waves or something like it.
Meanwhile, it seems as though HAARP is up for sale. Can you believe this? Some Dr. Evil type is rubbing his bony paws together, while some clean cut surrogate representing him at the negotiation table smiles warmly, while producing copious amounts of cash and phony academic credentials. And speaking of surrogates . . .
Word on the digital street is that Kate has been fronting with a fake baby the whole time. It could be that Will doesn’t have the right stuff. It could that Kate doesn’t want the fuss and muss of all the post-partem blues, including a body ravaged by a loving, eight-pound-parasite. It could be that the surrogate was chosen for some specific reason, a reason that you may not entirely believe.
There were these rumors back in the day about a famous and very decadent rock band showing up in LA to feast on young, black children in order to dose on melanin. Now I can’t confirm or deny these rumors, however said band had a very deep connection with rhythm and blues and sounding as black as they could be.
The juice about melanin is that it possesses all kinds of magical properties like a resonance with rhythm, a direct transpondance to the Sun and an extended bio-network of connectivity to past, present and future, ancestors, prophecy and the cosmos itself.
Now if that’s the case and such importance would be placed on this vital essence, then it might be quite strategic for young George to have spent eight months in a melanin rich bath. Let’s look at a few photos from the reveal of Baby George.
Here is the first one. I believe these two are royal muscle, so to speak. They open the door to St. Mary’s hospital, a NHS facility. We’ll return to this reference later. I like the look. Reminds me of . . . twins.
Then behind Will and Kate there is a woman, likely a nurse. She is however a perfect example of a melanin rich being. Have a look at her face.
Now I am not suggesting that she carried the baby to term (she looks a little too mature for that) but the masters of symbols enjoy hiding things in plain site–don’t they?
Now here is a close-up of Baby George
Then there’s this picture which came from an edition of the New York Post.
Two things strike me as unusual about this photo. First, William looks slightly younger here (maybe he got a haircut for the grand unveiling) but look at the baby. It looks just a little bit different than the one above it. Now I realize, that babies change. Mine did, When he was fresh out of the universe, he looked a bit like a Samoan pinhead (forceps birth). He certainly didn’t resemble me at all, however he did change over time–months–not mere days. He looks a bit like a young Viking with buck teeth and a bit of an overbite. A far cry from his exotic beginnings.
I’m just bringing all of this up in light of the fact that there seems to be some major disputes about the legitimacy of Kate’s pregnancy in alt research circles. If that’s the case and she did employ a surrogate, there would be some deep, under-the-radar reasons why.
The baby was born at St. Mary’s on the 22nd, the feast day of Mary Magdalene, the patron saint of the Knights Templar.
The Black Madonna seems to be a sort of amalgam of Mary and Mary, the virgin and the whore, the perfected symbol of unified feminine consciousness so-to-speak, by those who place a great deal of importance on these symbolic projections. Notice the color of the Black Madonna; Mary>Mary Magdalene>Black Madonna. Are we celebrating the most iconic image of melanin as a divine portrayal of sacred power, sacred birth?
Now the chart for the young lad has received a great deal of attention. In the weeks running up to the 22nd, everyone and anyone who has a sniff about astrology was keyed into the double Magen star or double Star of David that was cooked up by Luis Vega out of Sonoma. Vega did some stellar work noting gate days and using the sidereal coordinates to come up with this mega meta system that appeared to be a portal to something dramatic, grand, apocalyptic and reality altering. Would it be WWIII? Jesus flying a fleet of UFO’s over Jerusalem, firing redemption rays that convert on contact? Maybe it was a temporary portal where demons from the lower fourth slipped into inebriated forms and are now taking up residence until their hatching occurs. Or maybe it was just the announcement of the royal baby?
As I studied Vegas’ charts, especially in it’s sidereal formation as he cast them, I began to wonder about how these two systems of astrology might be the key to the fracture of our world.
If one group is using sidereal placements and prognostications, while the rest of us are using Western “Mundane” astrology, then the world itself is out-of-step.
When we look at the sidereal system, which is still used by Indians in Vedic astrology, it’s been called “The 13 Sign System” as it includes Ophiuchus, “The Serpent Bearer” the sign that rests between Scorpio and Sagittarius. If we go back nine months, to conception, Baby George, if we are to believe it, could have been conceived towards the end of November, which would have put it in the shadow of Ophiuchus, conceived as the sign of the Serpent Bearer was coming on. We can even see that 27 Scorpio on the ASC leaves the first house mostly open to Ophiuchus. But let’s keep this at 12 sign/Western for now.
Based on this chart, it’s quite difficult actually seeing this baby becoming king, especially with his hidden Sun in Cancer at the 29th degree, always wanting to get to Leo, the sign of kings and queens and just not quite making it. The hidden Sun in the 8th also gives hints about the mystery of conception and birth (Scorpio) and perhaps, even the father (Sun) and mother (Cancer).
Uranus in the 4th in Aries points towards some very unconventional mothering, perhaps using a revolutionary bolt of science to supercharge and mix it all up.
The split between the Sun/Moon indicates a separation between the father and the mother, perhaps even through death. It would be near the end of Pluto in Cap, which would be precursor to Pluto in Aquarius and the birth of the new age according to some. Will this be a Diana redux? Perhaps it’s the patriarch this time around?
This would be in 2024, when George would be eleven.
We can see in the 12th House, the TN, the pole star of the chart, in Scorpio, again, hidden away from the eyes of the world. His true intent and purpose shrouded in darkness in mystery. Perhaps again, in Scorpio, his own beginnings and birth. The Scorpionic energy goes and flows into the ascendant. Scorpio ASC rarely reveal their true selves to the world. They prefer hiding behind the veil of mystery, relating through a scrim of detached observation and inquiry. And then there’s the Virgo MC.
Virgo on the Midheaven doesn’t bode well for a royal reign. Virgo serves–it doesn’t rule. With Venus at 0 degrees Virgo in the 9th House, this young man would be known more for who he is with, versus who he is. Again, this is the Western Mundane chart that we the people mostly use. Yes, there’s that juicy, grand water trine, enormous amounts of hidden wealth a a fiery temper with Mars in the 8th squaring Uranus. Can you say tantrums? There’s also some heavy violence hardwired into the Mars/Pluto opposition. Cruelty?
This isn’t the best chart for a king. But what if we used the sidereal coordinates?
Well the first thing we would notice is that the ASC is still Scorpio, but the entire first house is Scorp, pushing the TN back into the 12th, in Libra. Now the 12th becomes a place where refuge is sought, versus getting direct downloads from Moloch. For me, the real shift occurs on the MC, which is now in the sign of Kings and Queens; Leo, Now we’re getting somewhere. Check out the Sabian Symbol for 27 Leo; PHASE 147 (LEO 27°): THE LUMINESCENCE OF DAWN IN THE EASTERN SKY. KEYNOTE: The exalting challenge of new opportunities at the threshold of a new cycle. While the rainbow marks the end of the crisis, early dawn indicates the real beginning of the new period of activity. In the Biblical symbolism Noah plants his “vineyard” — he begins to teach the “secret doctrine” which he inherited from those Ben Elohim (Sons of God) who had not been sucked down into whirlpools of materiality. After the “peak experience” in which we touch our “divine” potentialities comes the struggle with everyday problems. But at first the state of deep inner exultation remains within us. We are aglow with its promise. The crisis and the blessings it has brought to us are relatively unusual events; every day has its dawn, which we should meet with a pure heart and a clear mind. Alpha (dawn) and omega (the concluding peak experience) are opposites, yet the same. The Keyword here is ILLUMINATION.
Yes, that’s right. ILLUMINATION..
Another interesting aspect of the sidereal interpretation is that the Sun isn’t wracked with agony at the 29th degree, with Leo/The Crown just out of reach. In fact, Cancer 6 has sow very interesting connotations to it as it relates to concepts like hierarchies and sacrifice; PHASE 96 (CANCER 6°): GAME BIRDS FEATHERING THEIR NESTS. KEYNOTE: An instinctual dedication of self to new forms of life. The original symbol (which was subsequently altered) spoke here of “game birds”; thus we deal with spiritual forces (birds) placed within a social context. As in the symbol for Cancer 1° we see here the beginning of a process; action is definitely oriented toward the future. A new wave of life is starting and a concrete – and no longer symbolical – preparation is made for it. At a social level – we can speak of the pioneering efforts dedicated to the building of a new culture, new institutions. This is the first stage of the twentieth five-fold sequence. It reveals a preparation for rebirth, and a significant note is sounded by the mention of game birds. What is being built is instinctively – but not yet consciously – offered to a higher level of consciousness. The young-to-be are potential sacrifices to feed human beings. Just as tribal men sacrificed virgins to satisfy the gods. Already the meaning of the second half of the cycle (the first degree of Libra, for instance) is implied, just as the entire social process is implied in the formalism of the marriage ceremony. An appropriate key would be SYMBIOSIS, i.e. a deep unconscious cooperation between different levels of existence, the “animal” level producing lives for the sake of the “human.”
Illumination, the preparation of a new culture, etc. These are the hallmarks on an individual, whose life chart seems to be slated for a significant role could very well the agency through which these energies will be released. What’s also interesting to note and be aware of, is that the outer planets are rooted somewhere in the 2000′s, with Pluto in Sag, Neptune in Aquarius and Uranus in Pisces. If one group is using this modality (possibly the elite) and the other is using Western Mundane (us), we’re talking about a significant disjunction in time in general.
The oppositions of the original chart are still pretty intact, except as noted, with the exception of the Sun/Moon, the signs change.
Now, we have even more mystery as the Cancer sextile in the 8th moves back into Gemini where we see twins, duality, double narratives, two identities, all still hidden from us. But as of today, we are dancing in the light of another grand alignment, a grand sextile, a Star of David remix. If these celestial alignments are vortices and symbolic representations of inner possibility, then this one would seem to be ideal for flow as the sextile gives us opportunity to practice, hone and refine our skills in real time. The Trine is what you got, the sextile is what you get or something like it. So as the minutes pass and the planets dance incrementally further away on this day, take it all in and do it on your times. Find the inner connections and pathways of meaning and transformation that are easy and fluid. The divine spirit of God tests us, teases us, and turns us into surrender. Letting go into these aspect currently swirling in the inner sky, while you realize that the expression of God is seeking ever more contact with and through you, might be the very best strategy that is coherent with the current trend, because when you go deeper into the Greater Will, your own, true will, emerges like a tractor beam, bringing you home.
The Royal Birth Within You
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I’m standing on the curb at Pearl Street Mall. There’s a high powered telescope on the street provided by a sweet Italian guy. Maybe he’s Gallileo in cargo shorts. Tonight’s attraction? Why Saturn of course. I line up, close one eye and set the other upon the ringed god in the sky. There it is. It’s the first time I’d ever seen Saturn in the flesh so to speak. I chuckle as I ironically note that I have to take on a modified eye of Horus approach to view it. The first thing I notice is that it’s hanging vertically in space. It’s a little odd since we are so accustomed to seeing Saturn nicely resting in a horizontal plane in the mind’s eye. And there is the message. Things are not always as they seem, nor do they appear in ways that we expect them to.
I can’t help but think about what’s happening with the Zimmerman and Trayvon Martin psyop. As the days bleed into the Summer heat, more surreal details emerge and everyone has an opinion.
I’ve been talking about this for months now. It started when Tarantino released “Django Unchained” and I realized where all of this was headed. The country is being programmed for an eventual race war and good people on the left and right, black and white are taking the stinking cheese as bait.
We talk about oneness consciousness, unity and how we’re all one and most of the people espousing that are full of shit, because when it comes to really pushing the envelope, then many of those people start pushing agendas, consciously or un-consciously. Separation is good for business.
This psychopathic bloodlust for justice on both sides is oh-so-Old Testament. Eye-for-an-eye, Hammer Rabbi. And where has that code of justice gotten the Middle East? How’s that working out?
Somewhere along the way we’ve lost touch with the ability to invoke and honor the presence of God in our affairs and in the affairs of the so-called world. Instead of surrendering to a greater source of compassion and wisdom, we bow to lesser gods, whether they are “evil white witches” or the holder of justice who inserts himself at light speed into the fray, yet is conspicuously absent and silent over other crimes against freedom and rights that scream for attention and resolution.
This type of surrender isn’t easy. Just ask a parent who has lost a child or vice versa. Ask a victim of ALS who is on a one-way-trip to paralysis and death. Ask one of the girls held captive in Cleveland for over a decade. Ask a vet whose brains are scrambled and heart is smashed as he comes to the realization that what he’s done was done in the name of control and not freedom. Or even God forbid, an ex husband or wife.
We live on a planet where the stakes of redemption are high and getting higher.
Even my sense of indignation is primed, pumped and ready to vent. I demand to know where the moral outrage is when it comes to events like Fukushima, Palestine, 911, the Bailout and Monsanto. I watch myself teeter on the brink of disgust for my fellow humans as they fall prey to such rancid, low-hanging-fruit, getting their signal played to perfection, falling into some muddled ground of moral justification, ranging from obsequious white guilt to blind, molotov-like-fury from masked and hooded thugs in the streets of Oakland and Los Angeles. It’s then when I’m reminded of Yeats’ lines from the second coming; ”The best lack all conviction, while the worst/Are full of passionate intensity.”
We need to step back, take a breath, challenge our own assumptions and our own self-righteousness and for those that have the nose, sniff out the foul stench of illusion in this or any other situation and call it for it is; blatant manipulation at a mass level. We can do so while still remaining calm while doing our very best to not take it personally. Not everyone has this calling, I know. I seem either blessed or cursed by it and yet it feels like we are all, more or less coming to some sort of dance with the truth, no matter how awkward or strained it might be.
Tomorrow, the final waves of the grand water trine, which I think has kept things fluid and cooler than we understand begins to fade as the planets begin to move further apart and separate. Use this energy while you can. Go deep and see where it takes you. Invoke the loving name of God and don’t ask for anything but to simply be open and shown what to see.
Maybe, just maybe, if enough of us do this, we can ride the tide into a safe harbor where clarity, compassion and steadfast commitment to one another resides.
Please join me on Friday, 7/19 as I consult with master astrologer, Ellias Lonsdale about the upcoming double magen star in the sky, slated for the 22nd and more. Elllias lives with one foot in this world and the other in the stars. I’ll also be joined by the sparkling and charming, eighty-six-year old Bunny Herring who will share her life story as a trapeze artist for Ringling Brothers.
THE FRIDAY FARCAST.
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On the other side of the mirror now.
Outside, on the peripheries of my life, details crash from the perimeter about people I’ve never met and their tragic life and death conditions.
I wake up.
I learn of the death of Aurora Campos.
Aurora had become woven into my FB alterverse. She commented on my posts, listened to the radio show and even showed up in the chartroom a few times. She was esoterically turned on and hella street smart.
She told me stories about her past lives in this one, hanging with big names she could not mention, doing things she would not talk about to others. Aurora was in the game before it was the game.
I got that it wasn’t so glamorous when she got out of it, because the game doesn’t end all that well for most. There’s a few variables and not many of them have happy endings attached to them.
But I also inferred from her that she was cool with her life, loving her familia and opening to deeper and deeper levels of maya in this realm, so deep in fact, that she had eschewed all symbols, seeing them as inherently evil and charged with the spell binding properties that keep us entrained on this dimensional plane.
Maybe that was her passport out.
She was done with it all.
I had been seeing her less and less and missing comments like, “U crazy!” I sent her one message to see if I had pissed her off and that she had left my virtual me. After a bit of a delay, she got back to me. Here is what she said, “i absolutely did not! i have taken a vacation. i have 2 things can only share with u….”
And that was it. I learned today that she passed from cancer.
It’s ironic that I would find out under Mercury in Cancer, retrograde, hearing about it a month later.
Meanwhile, this very same morning, I found out from another, virtual friend who relocated to a major city in the west to help her daughter raise her grandchildren, that when she arrived, she found her daughter involved in a prostitution ring. Tragic would be a gross understatement.
This type of connecting out of the physical is unlike any reality we’ve ever encountered before. Our connections weren’t ever this far afield. We might have extended families and friends of different stripes, floating in the orbits of our experience, long and short term, but nothing quite like this. We didn’t have emotional connections with text and static images, occasionally a Skype channeled voice.
This dis-embodied network of affiliation was as foreign to most people as high tea on Titan and yet here we are, assembling emotional touch points with avatars, phantoms and ghosts, people that never were in the truest, physical sense, and might never will be either.
But does that invalidate their existence? I have lines and lines of text to and from Aurora. I sent her one of my blog posts before I posted it because it was a pretty charged piece and based on her DNA and cultural place in this world, I wanted her perspective, just to make sure I wasn’t overstepping my bounds. She responded with clear and very positive feedback.
So what does it all mean? How do I respond to her passing? What to do about my other friend, whose daughter is caught in the depths of a very American vice?
How did we get here?
Granted, this isn’t the norm. I have a stacked 11th House with Moon, Mercury, Venus and Neptune, all up there, so I’m a bit more inclined than your average person to have a series of complex relationships that evolve over distance and digital transmission and yet, in the Plutonian depths, with Saturn in Scorpio on my Neptune, even I’m having some challenges comprehending all the layers.
On the plus side, I suppose we’re learning how to handle more complex and increasingly abstract relationships. There’s a strange omniscience that emerges, something akin to understanding the multiplicity of relating and caring from an outside perspective and source.
Is this how we all learn in some ways from the holographic program how to care for others from a multi-dimensional place?
Are we in some ways gods in training or is it is just another shaky vehicle to patch up our severe case of collective disenfranchisement?
Is it just another channel to stave off the onslaught of our ongoing depersonalization? I can’t be sure at the moment. But in any case, I’m dedicating this post to you Aurora Campos.
I caught flashes of your essence bursting through your syntax, revealing your spirit in code, a line of light in a realm where symbols are redeemed. You have been reclaimed by your source and are no longer caught on the hooks of barbed and toxic symbolism, with the supernatural memory of slavery and historical entrainment that goes along with it. You are no longer bound with the leaden cords that wrap themselves around our spirits like a noose.
You were bright, funny and endowed with the kind of heart that only a fully lived life would gift you with.
With the New Moon in Cancer, yet another symbolic reference you might have eschewed. I hope you are home now, safe, at peace and one with the stillness of the cosmic ocean, beginning again or not, wherever your spirit leads you. Rest well, while the rest of us sort through this tangled mess of a planet you wisely left behind.
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