No field of dreams
The tears streamed down Jim’s face in the white-hot, Central, Texas Sun in small rivers, not rivulets. It was a flash flood, reminiscent of the torrential downpours in these parts. Texas is a Capricorn state with a Capricorn Moon. When it rains (Cancer) it pours, both within and without.
Mixed with sweat, it was a co-mingling of the essential, emotional fluids that run through everything, from Cacti and geckos to frustrated athletes. He’s a stoic-type, a Taurus, and not given to even mild displays of emotion.
Jim is just ten.
This happened on Saturday.
His saline flush was caused by the fact that he had dropped not one, but three balls in the span of one inning during a game. He was benched, but there was something deeper going on, something disturbing his field and he wasn’t the only boy on my son’s team who exploded into some sort emotional blister pop. My own son was decidedly heavy. Gone was the fire from the past games where he battled on every pitch and for a few, brief weeks, became the heart and soul of the team.
Sometimes we take for granted that people, especially children are limited frames of reference for non-local consciousness. Halfway around the world, children their age are losing life and limbs in places like Afghanistan and Palestine thanks to mortars, shells and drones. Jupiter in Leo will bring us the celebration of the child, but also show us where their tears bleed into the Sun.
Chaos theory presupposes that a butterfly fluttering it’s wings in China leads to a thunderstorm in Kenya. If we are truly connected, we can feel the anguish and the pain of people we have never met or ever will. Children might be the most accessible actually when it comes to this. As I watched Jim’s uncontrollable unleashing of his sadness and grief, he seemed to be tapping into something bigger, like the wonderful lies we love to tell ourselves.
We played at a complex called, “The Field Of Dreams” one of many outposts of semi-rural baseball that have been built by entrepreneurs capitalizing on the powers of emotion and memory, with the advent of tournament season where they operate like a small ballpark. We pay to get in. We pay to have our kids play. We pay $3.00 for Gatorade. They’re all over the place out here.
We have the luxury of telling ourselves that this matters or is meaningful in some way. Maybe our kids have fun—maybe they don’t’. When it’s close to 100 degrees, not even oceanic amounts of sports drinks will beat back the brutality of the mid-day-Sun. Back in the old days, The Field Of Dreams was where vagabond cattle came to die. Late July and August isn’t kind in Texas.
But here we are sitting in our plastic chairs, cheering our kids on, putting up with the usual and expected vagaries of teams and events such as these, keeping our mouths shut and doing our best to be awkwardly and conspicuously polite., because I know that in Texas, you can’t trust people. I know it’s a very broad, Texas –sized generalization, but it’s true. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person and there’s a very good chance it will get back and even distorted to the person one is talking about. Its how discussing issues gets turned into gossip, which in turn gets real toxic, real fast. So people keep their mouths shut—not out of respect—but out of fear.
In Gaza, it’s a lot more serious. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person and you could find yourself in an IDF cell under the threat of suspicion and terror. The stakes are higher, a lot, but the results are similar; a prison of the mind forged out of mistrust masquerading as etiquette or political protocol. Whatever the case, as the Field Of Dreams’ astroturf is a simulacra for the Agrarian Age of America, a synthetic splotch of geometry and proportion, it is also a replicant of what once was and never will be again, our innocence lost and repackaged as a network of polymers that are vacuumed, not cut. Our sentimentality is an obscene luxury at times, especially now. How can we celebrate our own progeny while other children not too unlike our own are being bombed back into the Stone Age. Hopefully, this Jupiter run will bring it to light and not in some kind of fucked up way where children are being moved around and pushed to borders to grab headlines and fat ass tax dollars. The real children there are pawns in a cynical game of community organizing at a global level, paid in full by your tax dollars, just like the death from the skies in Palestine, printed by US and then BORROWED from the same people, at interest. Yeah, sit with that one for a while. It’s not the literal price we pay for our freedom, but the high cost of manufacturing the illusion to keep it on life-support.
I’ll be posting more frequently. It’s time.
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Posted by: admin in Astrology, Cancer, Capricorn, Full Moon Astrology, Pop-Cycles, tags: Cancer, Capricorn, Joan Rivers, Michelle Obama, Super Moon, World Cup
El Grande Luna
The Capricornian Super Moon has kicked in. Needless to say, you’ll be seeing plenty of pics of its swollen presence on FB, Instagram and Twitter. We live in an interesting and revolutionary time where our attention and the act of witnessing manifests in a global consciousness and awareness. The world wide web has emerged as a camera obscura for the collective soul. Every image of the Moon uploaded gives us a fractal view of our attention. Each image of Luna becomes a digital cell within the holographic projection. Events like a Super Moon or a World Cup championship match, also reveal this emerging single-eye of the human experience. BTW, tomorrow’s World Cup match between Argentina (4th Reich) vs Germany (3rd Reich) will take place under the Aquarian Moon, thus doubling the reach and scope of almost any event in modern history. On TV and the WWW, via social media channels and outlets, there will be more attention focused on this one event than more than any other in history. Without being explicit, it’s the closest we get as the world being held for a moment in time, as one.
As for this Super Moon, the first of three –in-row, it’s happening in the cardinal sign of Capricorn. Does proximity equal amplification? If the Moon is closer, do we feel it more? The general consensus is “yes.” Jim Berkland has made a career out of predicting quakes when a Super Moon occurs and it looks like Berkland’s theory about Earth movement and Super Moons is correct, since Japan just had another monster quake and Tsunami just off the shore of yes, Fukushima.
So if Super Moons can trigger quakes, then they can certainly serve as catalysts in our own lives. The Moon in Capricorn is in it’s detriment. Cool, detached and emotionally ambitious, this is a Moon that is wired for high-end survival. I just watched a video about a super-cooler called, “The Coolest” on FB. It’s got a battery, blender, light, blue-tooth speaker and smart compartments all built into it. It’s a super cooler that is still in the planning stages and the video is a fund raising tool. Coolers are Cancerian. The hold ice/water and are taken on family events (Cancer). But this cooler is the “coolest” and as it’s attached to Kickstarter, it gives it a super ambitious, Capricornian slant.
How will it affect you? Capricorn/Moon is invested in survival to some degree. It deals with emotions as transactions and achievements. It’s detached from the usual rules of engagement and as such, doesn’t conform to the Moon’s normal, sentimental standards. Under the Cap-Full-Moon, emotions are prioritized in a series of functional and hierarchical actions, because we’re dealing with Cardinal energy here.
If you want to eliminate the clingy, sentimental, emotional dross in your life, this swollen Moon will supply enough power so that you can suspend your sentimental side and detach. Anyone dealing with a partnership that isn’t working can jack into this Moon and use it to let go. Your disconnect does not make you a sociopath. Sometimes we have to do things that are not pretty or glossy to the world around us. Emotional choices are often unpopular. There is no good way to break up or say “good bye” but under this Moon, for both parties, the process is easier and in some cases inevitable.
If for some reason you or someone close to you is acting detached, you might consider it as being at the very least, a sign that things are cooling off or leading into a state of emotional, cryogenesis.
On the collective level, sometimes the Super Full Moon, can be very illuminating as it shines it’s luminescence on all things Capricornian. In the alternative press, well, underground alternative press, there’s a lot of , er juicy material around Michelle Obama being Michael Obama. It started last week when Joan Rivers blurted out that Obama is Gay and Michelle is a “Tranny.” A Super Moon ascending and trending towards her Sun at 26 Capricorn could be very, very revealing. Michelle has no birth time BTW. Very unusual for a public figure, but certainly in keeping with other birth mysteries within the White House. Here’s the Joan Rivers video, just in case you haven’t seen it yet.
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Entering the shadow of the 29th degree
As “immigrants” get shuttled back and forth between Texas and Murrieta, as Jupiter cycles out of it’s last degrees of Cancer, the intensity gets dialed up. When the last rays of Jove shine through the prismatic, pearl white lens of the Moonchild’s third-eye, the effect is intensified. The basic rule of astrology is that the sign loses it’s power when it gets to the final degrees. While I believe that is true for the degree of the Sun sign, I think that it’s likely the opposite when it comes to transits. As a major planet (Mars through Pluto) reaches the last degrees, like a super nova, it cascades into a peak of intensity and heat, particularly at the 28th degree. The 29th/30th degree is the collapse into the celestial void, to be rapidly recreated into the zero point of the next sign.
A historical case in point would be the disaster that took place at the Daichi power plant, in Fukushima, which has become the worst, nuclear disaster in history. On 3/11/11, Uranus was in the sign of Pisces at 29 degrees and Neptune was in Aquarius, also at 29 degrees. These two, anoretic degrees, are at the critical and most volatile stage, the interzone between cosmic forces that shift from one archetypal essence to the next. When it comes to the outer planets, these shifts and fissures of energy release can be catalytic and even cataclysmic. On 3/11/11, the whole of Eastern Japan was convulsed by a major, tectonic shift, which caused a massive tsunami and flooding the Daichi, nuclear facility.
The Tusnami signaled the arrival of Neptune in Pisces, which would officially occur, on the 5th of April. This dramatic entrance signaled the elemental power of Neptune’s next incarnation in it’s own sign.
Meanwhile, Uranus in Aries was also making itself rapidly acquainted with the populace at large. Uranus is connected both etymologically and symbolically to Uranium, which of course, along with Plutonium, fuels reactors like the one at Daichi. The shift from Pisces to Aries is like a heat flash over the ocean. What was once cool and aqueous (Pisces) explodes into the fiery essence of the very core of the Earth itself in Aries.
One of the more unspoken elements of this event and sign shift is the potential of a covert war (Aries) being carried out on the planet and the inhabitants of the Northern Hemisphere. But now that Neptune is in Pisces, it’s become more difficult to ascertain the truth at the foggy bottom.
In October, 2008, the month that many in the country would label the most devastating, economic tsunami of our lifetime, hit. Pluto had already been in Capricorn earlier in the year and the tectonic rumblings of a faltering economy, based on shaky toxic debt, was about to reach 10.0 on the economic Richter scale.
What happened was that Americans burned up their phone lines, doing everything in their power to have their congressman and senators to stand down. In a rare show of force, they made their elective representatives vote “no” on the bailout. This was Pluto in Sag in a rampant explosion of rights and collective indignation, the last gasp perhaps as a dying republic as well, since I believe that Sag is the rising sign of the USA chart.
Once Pluto in Cap finally kicked in, the corporacratic forces settled. The bottom of the economy dropped out, the bailout occurred and the United States became financial partners with AIG, GM and Fanny Mae.
Pluto in Sag at 28 degrees was the final, triumphal blast that was muted into a flat note when Ben Bernanke and Henry “Hologram” Paulson strong armed congress when they actually voted a second time to pass the economic recovery act, which would later be known as TARP. Again, what we’re trying to establish is what takes place in the final degrees, the last flash of light, the final breaths as the life of the sign expires and is reborn into it’s next station.
Currently, what we are witnessing in the 28th degree of Jupiter in Cancer, is being manifest in the drama at the swollen distended border between Mexico and Texas. The drama exists on both sides of the broken fence. In places like El Salvador, Guatemala, and Honduras, a mass exodus unlike anything we’ve seen in recent memory joined up with the usual human traffic from Mexico to produce staggering numbers. Of course children are taking the center stage, this is the ingress of Jupiter in Leo, the vibrations of which are mounting on the fringes of the Southwest.
Leo rules children, so children’s issues will be highlighted and expanded the days, weeks and months to come. But these things do not happen in a bubble. There isn’t just some internal signal in people that goes off, much like the swallows return to Capistrano. No, this was a highly advanced and planned out operation. We’ll return to this point later.
So we have hordes of people leaving their home (Cancer), trying to expand and travel (Jupiter). Meanwhile, here in the states, there has been growing and vocal opposition to what is taking place at the borders. In Murrieta, California, DHS buses packed with human overflow have been turned back by people who have had enough of the federal government, and it’s constant intrusion into their lives. Remember, the USA is a Cancer country, which ultimately opposes the Pluto in Capricorn, machine-like rise of the will to corporate power. The truth of the matter and it’s a heartbreaking one is that the El Salvadorians, Hondurans, Guatemalens and Mexicans are being used as pawns in a highly orchestrated, Pluto In Capricornian putsch. They were essentially told by marketing and propaganda in their countries that Obama would accept them if they brought their children to the borders. Now the administration is asking for $3.4 billion to deal with the issue. Meanwhile, on the other side of the fence, lending and credit numbers soared over the past sixty days, not because people were borrowing money to start new businesses, no they were borrowing just to stay alive and keep their lives afloat, which brings us back to 2008.
The economic numbers are all smoke and mirrors. The uber-wealthy who have been able to borrow large amounts of cheap, Bernanke reserve notes thanks to quantitative easing have done incredibly well, while the middle class sinks deeper and deeper into the nether zones of diminishing resources and faded dreams. $3.4 billion as part of a small business, stimulus package with low interest loans would go a long ways towards strengthening the economic immune system, but that would never occur. It’s the perfect tryst of government and big business sucking each other off. Fifty-thousand-plus people are no small number to add to a government that wants to get bigger. They also ultimately translate into ridiculously cheap labor, which keeps wages down. It’s a major win for the mutant-beast of proto-corporate, federated-fascism.
Pluto is also the planet of death, which means that this Sauronic blitz in our midst will not succeed. It, by virtue of Pluto, is doomed to fail as it is manifesting in its current incarnation.
Transforming governance is what this is all about and it will happen.
I predict that between now and the 17th, in just eight, short days, that there will be a much more vocal (and perhaps physical) resistance by Americans regarding this issue. As a people, Americans get a bad rap thanks in part to the insanely destructive, hegemonic strategies of Bush and his Neocons. But by and large, we are a generous people, who rush to the aid of others where disasters take place, both nationally and internationally. When Katrina hit, first responders from all over the country raced to New Orleans to help. They didn’t care if the residents were black, white, brown or pink. They were needed.
Cancer, by and large, as a sign is not aggressive—it is defensive. The crab uses its claws to keep it’s threats at bay. Only when it or it’s brood is threatened, does it fight for its life. This is the very position that America (Cancer) is in, with Jupiter expanding both it’s borders and it’s own, internal response.
Let me do a Neal-like epilogue here so I can beat him to the punch; In the desert we are all dust and our DNA is just the tape loop from other worlds. The Mastodon once infringed upon the savannah of the fading Brachiosaur amidst the Earth’s shifting axis. In the company of gypsies, you learn about the slow procession of home as a moveable destination into the infinite.
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INTO THE TEETH OF CONTROVERSY
Well I wasn’t too far off from my prognostications of yesterday’s match between USA (Cancer) and Belgium (Libra). Both sides literally and figuratively squared off. Both countries exist at an exact, ninety-degree angle, in the cardinal signs of Cancer (July 4th) and Libra (October 4th). The match was so intense that it went past regulation time, as the score was nil/nil as they say in futbolese.
I knew that Klinsmann would make subs that could/would change the course of the game.
His first sub move was inserting Chris Wondolowski, who nearly won it for the stars and stripes. His second sub, was Julian Green, the young Gemini, who found the back of the net in the overtime period, closing the gap to the final score, of 2-1, my predicted outcome, sadly with the results reversed. Perhaps this was a Mercury Retrograde within a Mercury Retrograde. But my analysis was good enough for my English agent to prompt me to do another World Cup post, this time on the controversial, Uruguayan player, Luis Suarez.
Suarez’s spectacular taletns on the pitch have only been matched by his voracious appetite for human body parts. It seems that his favorite apendages are the ear (salty sweet and chewable) and the shoulder (meatier and more than a mouthful). His Hannibal Lecter style of play has, shall we say, gotten under the skin of his opponents. What would make a man, in the heat of competition decide that a quick Slim Jim or the Brazilian equivalent just wouldn’t be enough?
In Mike Tyson’s case, he is a Cancer and Cancer’s have something of an oral fixation. It might have to do with breasts and mouths or something along those lines. Suarez is an Aquarius though, not a Cancer.
Without having his birth time, it’s hard to get a full assessment of the chart, so we have to look at particular planets and alignements.
MARS AND TRUE NODE CONJUNCTION
If there is one aspect that could explain Suarez’ uncontrollable urge when it comes to chomping on his opponents, it could be this tight orb between mighty Mars in it’s own sign. Mars in Aries is the sign of the warrior, the soldier, the battler supreme. People that have Mars in Aries are blessed with an indomitable will. The challenge Suarez faces is that his True Node is conjunct his Mars in the same sign, closely, by a mere three degrees. This would confer the type of human who cannot control their urges at a primal level combined with an almost supernatural desire to win. Now, the TN is an aspect of the Moon, so we can see a hint of Cancer in here to some extent, via the Moon itself. His South Node is in Libra. Mr. Suarez does not play nice with other boys and girls.
Uranus in Aries has been hovering over his Mars and TN for the past year, so perhaps some of this bizarre behavior can be blamed on the planet of radical change and lightning fast influence. Such immense energy emitted from the transpersonal (Uranus) titan onto the very personal (True Node) and war like (mars) could have a startling, overwhelming and uncontrollable effect on the individual, and since Uranus also rules innovations, curing Mr. Suarez penchant for flesh in crunch time, it would seem that a suitable mouthpiece (Aries) could be developed, which would lock his jaws shut after a certain level of adrenaline was released. They could call the device, “The Suarez Canal” or something similar.
It should also be noted that Suarez is a member of the Pluto in Scorpio generation. They tend to have a fondness for the underworld at large, including zombies and vampires. The real challenge for the Uruguayan superstar is that he has a nasty, Pluto/Sun square. Pluto/Sun people, especially when the Sun is in Aquarius DO NOT like people in positions of authority telling them what to do and I would venture that the biting is more or less an act of rebellion at large. My son used to go to school with a girl that bit other children and perhaps Suarez has been getting his bite on for quite sometime, but just can’t get over the first few times when someone said, “no.” Instead of banning him, FIFA should go in the opposite direction and make him a spokesman for dental health and strong teeth. This would allow his inner child, biting back at the world to receive the love and acceptance it never got. Somewhere inside Luis Suarez is a little boy whose only defense against a big, bad world was a set of strong chompers.
There is also, one last, potentially contributing factor and that ‘s the hard, Saturn/Venus conjunction in Sag Exact. Seventeen degrees. Sag rules sport and is also related to the equine world., with Sag being half man, half horse. The horse is the instinctual nature while man, represents reason. Sag’s challenge is to manage both. Saturn in Sag is a major restraint. Sag wants to be free while Saturn wants rules, limits and laws. The two do not dance well together. One wants to twerk while the other favors a waltz. So Luis is naturally constrained here and with Venus in exactly the same sign/degree, he tends to work out his frustrations on other people, ie Venus/relationship. If he can’t be free, then no one else can either, so to speak. When Saturn moves into Sag next year, he could face some very stiff penalties if he doesn’t/can’t rein it in. However, he might fully harness and unleash his natural talents under Saturn’s return. Also, it might help him if he fell in love and married someone with a bit of a biting fetish (Venus) as life and relationships are all about context—aren’t they?
In any case, we haven’t heard the last of the hungry player from Uruguay as Uranus goes retrograde and hits his TN once more, finally moving forward to trine his Saturn/Venus conjunction. Liberation awaits him. Like all flesh eating professional athletes, he’s merely misunderstood. Nothing that a good woman and an endorsement deal with Crest couldn’t fix.
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Posted by: admin in Astrology, Leo, Sabian Symbols, Sports, tags: Belgium, Dragon, Jurgen Klinsmann, Leo, Mercury Retrograde, USA, World Cup
GERMANY”S RISING SON
It is mere minutes from the USA vs Belgium match. I get a lot of requests to do sports based astrology. So let’s see if we can bang this one out before kick-off as it were.
USA SOLAR ASCENSION
I was listening to Michael Erlewine talk about Dane Rudhyar’s synodic cycles the other day. One of the things that Rudhyar was big on, was the waxing and waning effects of aspects. If we look at the USA team as it relates to the USA chart, it’s Sun is rising and nearly conjunct. That will take place in four days, so we can view the USA Sun and it’s related properties, such as the USA soccer team getting ready to tee it up in Brazil.
The rising Sun alone should be good enough for at least one goal. There’s a lot of action happening in Gemini, which, I believe is the ruler of the USA 7th House (Yes, I am a Sibleyite). Sibley was one of Ben Franklin’s pals and he claims that the time of the signing makes the USA a Sag rising country. I agree with this, though there are others who see it differently with Gemini at the ASC.
My reasoning in siding with Sibley is that we have a pre-occupation with sport, which is ruled by Sag. Virgo would be on the MC and that would account for the puritanical face that we as Americans show the rest of the world. It can also reflect our obsession with the body and staying forever young, which is also quite Virgoan in many ways.
In the shadow land of the DSC, Gemini has domain. Gemini, put the i in “kink” and Americans are closet kinky. Sag, has it’s self-righteous moments, while Gem doesn’t care at all about prescribed morality. Nope. We also lead the world in divorce and Gem on the 7th is indicative of splitsville.
Can you see where I’m coming from?
Today, we have Mercury about to go direct and reverse it’s momentum. Venus is already there in the Gemini air. Expect weirdness and controversy.
What’s interesting about this match is that Belgium is a Sag rising country as well, with the Sun in Libra, 10/4/1830. This puts the Belgian Sun in a real state of conflict against the US Sun, in an exact square. This will be hard fought contest.
KLINSMANN’S JUPITER ASCENSION
I think that the deciding factor will be US’s international, German-born (hello Sag) coach, Jurgen Klinsmann. Klinsmann is a powerful, Leo/Dragon (7/30/64), with his Sun on the ASC. Remember what I said about Synodic cycles? Jupiter is waxing in his 12th House, towards the ASC. This bodes incredibly well for the US team, as the head coach is the Confucian point of spiritual energy and focus. Klinsmann also has Venus and Mars in Gemini (conjunct) and transiting Mercury, just two degrees off of his Venus. My sense is that he will make a key sub at some point and that player will turn the tide of the game for better or worse (likely better). His Mean Node is at 0 degrees Cancer and this ironically explains his defection from the German National team to coach the Americans as the Sabian Symbol for 0 Cancer is thus; “
On A Ship The Sailors Lower An Old Flag And Raise A New One.” Klinsmann has definitely changed flags.
And here is the definition of Klinsmann’s SS, ASC; “Blood Rushes To A Man’s Head As His Vital Energies Are Mobilized Under The Spur Of Ambition.”
I’m going with the relocated Leo Dragon and Cancer over Libra, 2-1.
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Back in the nineties, I managed an apartment building in Oakland on the edge of the hood. Most of my tenants were black and it was during the days when Tupac was doing time and Ice-T was rapping about killing cops, versus playing one on TV. Crack was as common as Comet and the Gumby fade was considered a legit look. Bill Hicks was still alive or wasn’t Alex Jones quite yet. OJ rode a pale white horse into the apocalypse, down the LA Freeway.. His buddy, the late Bobby Kardashian was siring big-assed-distractions for the future. My first day on the job, the Simi Valley cops went free and Reginald Denny was beaten within an inch of his life.
I saw a lot shit go down in that building. I heard the moans of ancient desires and the cries of modern-day-frustrations. My neighbor was a teen stripper with a six-month-old and who knows what else. I played ball in West Oakland and at the JCC, where a guy went to his car one day one day to fetch a piece and take care of some business. One day, one of my pregnant tenants started gushing blood in her apartment and then the hallway. I cleaned the dried blood in her bathroom while she was in the hospital. Down the street, a guy was shot dead in a garage.
Never a dull moment.
And while things weren’t easy for anyone, myself included, there was never a sense of blame being passed around like a filthy bong. I never got the feeling that I or my gene pool was responsible for the dire state of the world and the shitty conditions of peoples drama filled lives. If that was the case, it was never brought to my attention. When I walked down the street, I looked the other guy in the eye and acknowledged them. This was one of the most powerful things I learned from my time there. There was no hiding. You either had the respect to do it or be sniffed out in a hurry as someone that couldn’t be trusted. When I moved to Marin County, three-years-later, no one looked me in the eye and dipped their head in acknowledgement. There might have been a hint of desperation in the hood, but there wasn’t any fear.
Fast forward, it’s 2014 and everyone is looking for a target, because we’re all waking up and when that occurs, people begin to realize that not only has their cheese been moved, but they’ve been eating fake cheddar laced with low levels of strychnine all along. It’s enough to make you weak enough and barely able work, but never strong enough to resist. When the walls come tumbling down, everyone is on the prowl for blame.
In 2009, when Pluto went into Capricorn, it set the rise of titanic, monolithic structures in motion. The corporacratic state was born. It took a few years and a couple of dual agents acting as president to get it rolling, but right now, here it is, a troubling sense of vendetta and blood lust, masquerading as some form of social justice, poetic or otherwise.
George Bush and his neocon cronies, the ones that invaded Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan, in that order, played the role of the contemptible, rich, white, fat-cat males, who could take a dump anywhere they wanted, at any time, without any regard to whose backyard they were crapping in. As long as those suitcases filled with Federal Reserve notes passed through the hands of “contractors” to the local chieftains or corrupt officials, no one said a damned thing. Bush, both of him, mugged his way through eight-years of inflicting pain, alternately acting like a brain addled fool and a bone chilling psychopath. He reminded me of that Star Trek episode where Capt. Kirk experienced a transporter malfunction and came back as two Kirks, one passive, the other, dangerously violent. Bush was exactly the same except that he had some kind of weird thing attached to his back, like a servo motor that controlled his speech.
He was the darling of the Mega-Church-goers, most of whom hated Islam, because, well, it wasn’t Christian (or white) and they liked the Jews better, because John Hagee, Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson told them too. But it was their last hurrah, the last call for latest incarnation of the crusades. BTW, Pope Urban issued the first crusade in 1095, when Uranus was in Aries, roughly 17-19 degrees, which we will hit next year. As we approach those degrees, we can hear the ancient clash of northern steel versus crescent scimitars. ISIS rises in Iraq and the ghosts of Palestine stir in Solomon’s temple. Baphomet roams the Earth masquerading as a hundred scapegoats. It’s the whites, the blacks, the browns, the yellows, the reds, the pinks and the rainbows. It’s the 1% or the Tea Party. It’s fembot bitches in framed glasses and knee high leather boots. It’s the pissy blondes that won’t give it up. It’s the Jews.
Pluto in Capricorn is the sign of the times, the celestial sacrifice and everyone has a group at the top of their hit list. What’s sad for me though, is that I grew up in San Jose, Ca, in the 1970′s with kids of every color and stripe. We played ball together, smoked J’s together, fought over rock versus disco together and it was all good. There wasn’t the underlying tension of these times. It wasn’t perfect, but we got along and mostly dug each other. Now, there’s a serious fucking witch hunt taking place on Terra and it’s dangerous–very dangerous.
Instead of Bushes “white privilege” and his Caucasus enablers, we’re dealing with Obama and the shifting terror threat, from names unpronounceable, dark skinned and turban wrapped, to guys named Jerad, Adam, Elliot and James. It’s no longer the jihadist extremist, it’s the Anglo American who is the naked prey, which automatically ups the level of suspicion considerably, since there’s a lot more versions of Jerad Miller, running around, at least superficially.
But here’s the problem with the musky scent of blood lust lingering in the air of Summer, 2014; With everyone looking for someone to pay the price of their psychic bondage, it takes us further and further away from true, unity consciousness. This is a Babylonian death trip with Hammurabi on meth and social media’s gallery of rogues. It does us no good. Cheek turning Christians might actually be to blame as they somehow crossed forgiveness with denial once they got two weeks paid and full dental, but we’re past the point of spearing the heart of the beast. The beast is ubiquitous and floating through at least six dimensions of consciousness. But We cannot let it tear us apart, because that’s the plan. Slag Christianity all you want, but in the realm of divine, all inclusive consciousness, we are one. This is what Sananda Emmanuel taught. We don’t need a fat bank account or a fraternity of helpers currying favors when we fall into error.
Beyond the judgement, in the realm of pure love, we are one and in the flesh, we are being split asunder by the dark lords of resentment and revenge. Our only chance to survive the days ahead lies in our ability to see past the divisive game that most of us are merely pawns in. Perhaps it’s the Neptunian dissolve into the mystic as one, psychically integrated and psychologically sophisticated species versus revolt that will save our asses, but to get there, we have to love fearlessly and forgive repeatedly. Perhaps that’s asking a lot for right now, but I’ll tell you what the resolution is, if we can’t or won’t go there; “The Singularity.” The Singularity is when machine intelligence surpasses human intelligence and there is a sort synthesis between the two. Carbon and silicon become one, with silicon on top of course. If we can’t get it together, then the machines and Ray Kurzweil will do it for us. Who do you trust; the fallible humans or the robotic other?
I’ll be back on the air again, doing a radio show/podcast every Monday, at 12 NOON, CST on BlogTalk Radio. It’s called, Eleventh House Radio” and it will be two hours of astrology, tarot, teaching, current events and live reading. I’m really looking forward to this next chapter, incorporating other traditions in a truer, eleventh houser fashion. Catch me with my first (new) show tomorrow.
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Going, going, gone.
The synthetic blood has barely dried and we’re of to another shooting, then another, then another. Elliot Rodger, we were just getting to know you and whaddya know, your fifteen minutes of infamy were stolen by the infinitely scarier Jerad Miller in Las Vegas via Lafayette, Indiana, where he had a Wiccan wedding with his dead-eyed bride, Amanda. Poor girl, every one of her Facebook pictures is marked by a grim melancholia that suggests that bad things had been happening to her most of her life. In the post below, she poses mournfully with two copies of LaVey’s satanic bible. Did I ever mention that I went to junior high with LaVey’s niece? She was pretty damned cute and carried around a paperback copy of LaVey’s book. In art class, she was always drawing funny looking symbols. But I digress.
Elliot is going down, down, down, the memory hole, supplanted by some freedom spouting, meth-snorting, joker from the Midwest. I’m sure his parents are well pleased. The super villain arrived just in time to make Elliot yesterday’s news, fading to gray.
Our attention has been abducted yet again and this time, it’s serious. Jerad Miller must have spouted every major, anti-government touch point in the SPLC manual. Chemtrails; Check. Fluoride; Check. Vaccines; Check. Gun Control; Check. New World Order; Check. Barack Obama; Check. Cops; Check. I’m surprised he didn’t throw in Montauk, The Philadelphia Experiment, Roswell, Hitler in Argentina, and Paul McCartney while he was at it. He even managed to make a cameo at the Bundy place. Puts the whole Bundy operation in a slightly different light–doesn’t it? It’s all there and fully fleshed out. From his FB profile, to his youtube channel, he’s the ultimate patsy. And whatever went down in Las Vegas, it will be remembered as the day that they drove a stake right through the solar plexus of America.
It’s important, again, to take note, that this and the other, satellite events such as Portland and Seattle, along with Isla Vista, have all taken place during the month of Gemini. It’s a sad time, dragging us further into the irreconcilable duality of what America was and has become. It used to be just a left/right divide, but that split has cracked and fissured into a mass fragmentation; men vs women, white vs black, left vs right, red vs blue, and straight vs gay.
Facebook is the news crawl for the front screen projection of glamour and I sit back and stare as I watch friends post articles on how the internet is dominated by freaks posting articles on chemtrails and 911. It’s all due to the sick and twisted minds of the people that support these deadly lies–all thanks to Jerad Miller and his trauma bride.
On Friday’s show, I talked about the war of perception that was taking place and (this was pre-Vegas) and how the battle was being waged on psychological terms, to create the conditions for broad, sweeping changes, while also drastically altering minds through mass programming. It’s a truly sad state of affairs, when brothers and sisters are inches from one another’s throats with dangerously sharp objects. I travel into the forbidden zone at times and am witnessing hate at the highest levels. There are so called enlightened people out there, ones who think they possess a higher, moral perspective and they would be just fine if anyone that’s white, Christian, gun-owning, or government questioning would wind up in a prison camp and then leave the living to the “sane” and “rational” rest of the populace. Yes, it’s that bad. We are trending towards a social conflict, the likes we have never seen and the goat footed balloon man whistles far and wee.
In the subtle realms of dark angels and astral vampires, energy is the manna of their existence and the angrier, more hateful and divisive, the better. Since Sunday, they’ve been lapping up etheric smoothies, supercharged with vitriol and contempt, growing larger and more powerful with every condemnation and curse. Maybe this is why the white magician, Butler-Yeats said, “The worst are filled with passionate intensity, while the best lack all conviction.”
In the days that followed the Vegas event, I found myself questioning my life, my path and my colleagues in the realms of consciousness, liberation, art and magic, those of us who came here expressly for this time. I’ve given great thought about what appears to be the nexus of our callings and the meat of our missions. We have arrived, finally at the cultural Rubicon and now, uncomfortably, fit the costume-ready profile of the extremist, the flesh and blood markers of society, the Brahmin of extreme belief. We have become the heretics of our time, and in an ironic twist, the new Jews. June 8th, 2014, will go down in history as the day the world split and fractured into a divide so deep, that it would take even more chaos and of course a superman to save the day. We’re not that far off from that by the way.
Time and history leave their own clues, patterns of novelty and synchronous events that can be shockingly epiphantic (Yep, I made that up). Back in 1861, on June 8th, Tennessee, seceded from the Union. Yeah, redneck, trouble-making, white-trash, motherfucking-devils! On June 8th, 1949, a guy by the name of George Orwell had a little book called, “1984″ published. In 1967, The USS Liberty was attacked by the Israelis, three days into the six-day-war. A year later, on June 8th, 1968, Bobby Kennedy was lowered into his grave. Interesting events eh?
On Friday, we’ll have the Sagittarian Full Moon staring down upon us. It’s a Moon of brazen emotionality and not well suited for compromise or denial. It can range from positively enthusiastic, to rabidly zealous. In trine with Uranus, sextiling Mars, most people will be convinced they’re right and that their version of truth is the truest. Look for frothy mouthed-pundits foaming and fulminating all over their points of view like red-eyed and rabid beasts. Shit goes down on Fridays too–especially things they want to bury over the weekend with all those important games. For the likes of me and you, don’t sleep on this Full Moon–it’s got some juice. If you can laugh and crack a really good joke in the face of all of this plastic chaos and emotional cannibalism, well, you might just pass a very serious, spiritual test. Sometimes you can sneak a sparkler into the dark night of the soul.
I don’t have a prescription beyond that. The days to come are sure to be weird, something like a cross between The Wiemar Republic, Nero’s Rome, Nimrod’s Babylon and Lincoln’s America. But if I were pressed, I would suggest that you do not get drawn into debates and certainly don’t try to convince people that you’re right. If you want to continue to awaken and enlighten, you’d better be sharp, use some humor and a helluva lot of creativity. Steer clear of being didactic and threatening, because there’s a quantum slipstream of grace that you can travel on without having to directly engage. Remember, the “other side” needs push back in order to be validated. How can that happen when you are there and then you’re not?
It almost seems like we are up against some type of alien intelligence or mastermind machine that has either traveled ahead in time and is sculpting reality in reverse or has so many variables plotted out, that everything is just a reduction of the most common potential events to occur. If that’s the case, well, it’s going to take something we’ve never done before on this or any other world and the crazy thing is, is that none of us really know what it is–yet.
In astrology, the sextile is activated when action takes place. You get the gift of the sextile, but it doesn’t come easy like the trine. The sextile takes courage to initiate and activate. When Mars FINALLY moves into Scorpio, on the 27th of July, it will sextile Pluto and offer up scenarios of both courage and faith on the collective level. Mars in Scorpio is deeply regenerative. Individual acts of courage, facing down the tyrants in your own life, of your own creation, can be the holographic playground where we can re-shape the explicate order. The real battle won’t take place with slogans or guns, but your own mind and consciousness–now we’re talking next level.
Don’t let it get you too down, remember, it’s Gemini. Be unpredictable, have some fun and mess with the machine.
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