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Pluto’s Moon is here.

The Scorpio Full Moon rises and with it we experience our deepest desires and hidden fears. These may be momentary or strictly in passing and yet these illusive shadows demand our attention. In opposition to the body (Taurus) Scorpio sends out the more complex signals of the psyche. It is both seductive and threatening and we must engage it, for not to do so would be to give in to it’s lesser role as as psycho-emotional tyrant. Whatever your fears are and how they manifest, the Scorpio Full Moon is a conjuring dream machine. In basic astrology, it is in it’s Fall, completely opposite from the solid and celebrated Taurus Moon. With the Taurus Moon, there is a preternatural feeling of abundance and plenty for all. With the Taurus Moon, especially full, we sit down at the table of life and celebrate it’s harvest, sharing in it’s bounty. It coincides with the month of November and Scorpio, the final days of Fall’s annual reaping.

The Scorpio Full Moon is the mirror opposite. We stare down our compulsions and instead of giving praise to God for all that is holy and good, we see our cups half empty, our dreams unfulfilled, our life’s path as dusty and uncertain. Here is where our fears and shadows rise from the crypt of unknowing. During the Scorpio Full Moon, they are poised and ready to come to light. When they do, the Scorpio Full Moon will operate in a number of different ways. It can trigger intense desire in the individual, more than is probably necessary to achieve one’s goals. With the Scorpio Full Moon, an over-amplification can be set in motion and we generally deal with what we don’t get rather than what we do and as a result, we experience what the poet Wallace Stevens so articulately phrased, “The epistemology of loss.” In essence, we are enlightened through the denial of our desire.

The Tibetan Buddhists would applaud this and not only do they applaud it, they celebrate it as the culmination of Wesak, where the Buddha, dung the sign of Taurus returns to Earth and re-enters into the affairs of men. Ironically, the Buddhists see this moon as the Taurus Full Moon, since it falls under the sign of the bull, but here in the west, it manifests as the dark other. In fact, the Scorpio Full Moon has much more in common with more wrathful Tibetan deities such as Lha-mo, in some ways the Tibetan version of Kali. It’s a beautiful set-up; trigger desire through fear or want or void, channel intensity and sit back and watch what happens. If it all falls to shit, then you get to learn about non-attachment and the timeless humility that attends it. However, even if the Scorpio Full Moon triggers ego death/desire, one shouldn’t shirk from engaging with it.

Sometimes it’s better to push and and even over push than to spend another day in Samsara, dog-paddling with the forces of entropy and slow decay. I remember reading an album liner note from a Todd Rundgren record once; “Anything worth doing, is worth over doing” and in some ways, that exemplifies the power and intensity of the Scorpio Full Moon.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty, what most people want to get into when we are talking about the Scorpio Full Moon and that is sex. It’s like cigarettes; If you’ve got’em smoke’em. This is a hot Full Moon and some of the psychic overdrive, coupled with intense desire can be worked with through the power of this Full Moon. The gateway is wide open and for two people, consciously attuned, well, we are not quite in Jack Parsons territory, but let’s just say that you can bring power to your creative lives by working with the bodily energy of Taurus via the psychosexual circuitry of Scorpio. The Buddha would be well pleased.

On the collective front, we’re still dealing with Michael Sam and the cake face kiss. It’s culture splitting like an atom. You know, there’s this theory that when they split the atom and exploded the first bomb in White Sands, that it split the nuclear family as well. Coincidentally, we had the first outward manifestations of youth rebellion following it in the 50′s and then the war between the generations in the 60′s. The Scorpio Moon is of course ruled by Pluto and Pluto is synonymous with Plutonium, a ket ingredient in atom and family splitting.

My most recent show on GaiamTv deals with the astrology of that first atomic blast. You can sign up and watch all twenty-two of my shows over at Gaiam by clicking HERE. But getting back to Sam, the Scorpio Full Moon, which is in his First House will bring attitudes, beliefs and deep seated thoughts around sexuality to the surface and of course Sam will be the conduit for it all. Watch the Scorpio Full Moon polarize.

Here’s a quick guide for all signs during this Full Moon.

ARIES
Don’t be afraid to play with fire, but also don’t be surprised if you get burned.

TAURUS
Till death do you part or Till the little death do you part?

GEMINI
Detox from your negative co-workers.

CANCER
You know you want to go there. Don’t look back.

LEO
Pick your battles on the home front. Is it worth it?

VIRGO
There is no spoon.

LIBRA
Plant seed in the midnight garden

SCORPIO
Die again and again and again.

SAG
Sometimes the angels are devils in disguise, sent to set you free.

CAP
Better think twice about screwing or screwing over a friend.

AQUAEye on the bullseye, hand steady, gently release.

PISCES
Time to resurrect some passion and joy back into your life. Take flight.

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Sam as it ever was?

On Saturday afternoon, as the NFL draft began to drag to it’s conclusion, where the last man chosen is given the title of “Mr. Irrelevant” ESPN started it’s hyper-hyping of Michael Sam, the first openly gay player to enter into the NFL draft. Sam’s confession was a man knowing the value of the cultural moment. Enough momentum and court rulings had been put into place, where a player of Sam’s mediocre talents could not only have a soft landing in the NFL, but even a celebrated and protected one. What’s happened since then has been a fascinating look at a country at odds with what is deemed “appropriate.” For the most part, it’s breaking down along age lines. The older generation doesn’t dig it, let alone understand it. The younger generation, as all younger generations do, are reveling in the rights of Sam to kiss another man, passionately, in public. Yes, this is the same generation that fetes the likes of Brooke Candy and her “Opulence” video as “edgy art.” It’s the same generation that also has Lucien Greaves taking on the first amendment and the right for prayer as an inclusive, religious freedom for “The Satanic Temple. Greaves has also been pushing for and just might get his statue of Satan at the courthouse in Oklahoma, based on the fact that a statue of the Ten Commandments with Moses was placed there. Here is a version of the statue and a symbol for what I talk about later, “Childhood’s End.”

This is almost always the function of youth, since their genetic dispersion from roughly 16-28 is based on differentiation and separation, so that they will be able to stand apart and be on their own. This chemical alignment is laced with rebellion, since rebellion is what differentiates and separates. Anger, which is a modal sub-theme of rebellion cleaves. Love, not the direct opposite of anger, binds. So youth, must be compelled towards some kind of revolt, since it is in their bio-circuitry to do so. While they are engaged in the act of separation from their home and family, their signal has been played like a harp since the 1950′s, when James Dean and Marlon Brando became iconic symbols of teen angst. In the case of Dean and his character Jim Stark, in “Rebel Without A Cause” it didn’t even matter what he was rebelling against. Perhaps, not-so-ironically, Dean was an Aquarius (2/8/31). Aquarians are deeply invested in personal and cultural revolution. That is one of the main themes of Aquarius, which is to break up and destroy form. The Aquarian Age has been an ongoing exercise in this shattering of societies mantle of foundation and continuity. There is a time when our assumptions need to be challenged, for we are not static beings trapped in amber, but there is also the fact that a system can be overtaxed and overamped, causing it to fail or even collapse. We are in the midst of that system overload. Some might applaud it as there would be casualties no doubt and those casualties would be the status quo as we know it, which would be the white, middle class.

We are reaching a point of over-saturation as the externalization of the hierarchy is in full swing.

For those of you not familiar with that term, it comes out of Theosophy, thanks to Madame Blavatsky. It essentially means that the spiritual guts of the esoteric elect will be revealed to all. But in order to do so, the public must be put through a crash course of mystery school symbolism and ritual, which we have been seeing ever since the fall of the Twin Towers, which symbolized the rise of the unifying monolith, the massive, telluric, wand, penetrating the skies above Manhattan. Here is how Blavatsky put it;

“”The old rituals must be revived and brought up to date (in the esoteric sense of the word) and the religious students of the world must be graduated into a higher school, given the occult interpretations, and taught that, after all, the truth has been present all the time, but hidden and misinterpreted”

We’ve seen this education of the masses in music videos, movies. tv shows, comics, ads, you name it. This generation, comprised mostly of Pluto in Scorpio are often referred to as Crowley’s Kids as his sayings and symbols, fronted and promoted by the likes of Jay-Z, Tyler The Creator and others.

They are inching closer and closer to mainstream acceptance. Jay Weidner and I have talked about this generation being the one that was birthed by Arthur C. Clarke, in “Childhood’s End” where a supposedly benign super being named, “Karellan” eventually takes command of the Earth’s children and their spirits, turning them into a super-psychic, planetary, killing machine.

Speaking of Clarke and Stanley Kubrick, Mad Men had one more, 2001 scene and a Shining reference I didn’t get. In last night’s episode, “The Runaways,” Ginsberg spied on Lou Avery and Jim Cutler having a private conference in the computer room. Much like Hal 4000 in 2001, Ginsberg was trying to read their lips. He came away with the luniest conspiracy, that the computer was turning them into homos, this on the weekend of the Michael Sam event.

Another piece I overlooked was the name “Lloyd,” the computer leasing agent. Lloyd of course is the name of the dead and demonic bartender in the Shining. The Mad Men’s Lloyd looked just a little like Jack Nicholson. By the way, in a famous scene where Nicholson is berating Shelley Duvall, he uses the “Ok” finger symbol three times (666×3), which is 1998. In 1998, Google officially became a company. Some other interesting things also happened during that year. Ramsi Yousef, Ted Kacynski and Eric Rudolph were all arrested. It was also the year that Matthew Sheppard was killed and can in some ways be seen as the genesis moment for the modern LGBT movement. Sheppard was murdered and and hanged upon fence post in Wyoming, becoming a Christ figure of sorts, even with his own passion play, “The Laramie Project” which is based on his life and death. What’s fascinating about Sheppard’s death are the details versus the myth. It is claimed that he was the victim of bullying, abuse and murder, which kick-started hate crime legislation and laws. However, Steven Jimenez, author of “The Book Of Matt” came up with enough anecdotal evidence to flip the official story on it’s head. Sheppard was apparently a meth dealer and one of the men that beat him was his lover. Rumor has it that Sheppard had come into a large quantity of meth and wouldn’t part with it. Even The Advocate, has weighed in on the side of Jimenez and asked serious questions about what people will feel if they know that facts and history have been distorted. Jimenez has his detractors, and his methods called into question, but it is interesting to note, that Michael Sam is in some ways an extension of Matthew Sheppard. So we digress just slightly.

From 1989 through 1991, the True Node was in Aquarius. Sam’s is at 16 degrees, which squares his natal Pluto in Scorpio, in the first house at 17 degrees. Squares offer up hard angles and sometimes, even harder truths. Michael Sam’s past is a fairly tragic one and he’s lucky to be alive quite frankly, however, with the TN/Pluto square, his quest to become a football player is more than just a dream, he is politically motivated and wants to draw as much attention to himself as possible. With his Chiron in Cancer in the 9th House, the house of sports, couple of things are taking place. The first is that Jupiter has been conjuncting it, giving Sam protection and support in this very vulnerable area of his chart, because quite frankly, that is what he is looking for. With transiting Jupiter set to cross his MC later this Summer and then settle into his 10th House until next year, we’ve only begun to hear about Michael Sam. Leo on the MC BTW, is a publicity seeker of sorts. Chiron occupies the highest part of his chart and will get the most attention. The USA is a Cancer country and his Chiron is pushing it’s Cancerian limits

While Eric Francis has dubbed Sam’s stellium in Capricorn, enduring, one could also get the feeling that he is socially cagey and highly motivated to find friends and allies in high places, such as Howard Bragman.

Pluto will oppose his natal Chiron once more, at the end of December as the season is winding down. If the Rams make the playoffs (think they will) then we will get a Sam redux right about then.

Next year, Pluto will cross his Sun and I will go on record by saying that he will flip another switch and change his position or even adjust his sexuality. And when Pluto crosses his Sun, this is when it will occur, since this is the nature of duality at play in the third and with Pluto, comes death of a particular aspect of his personality. Who knows, maybe he’ll become Michelle Sam?.

Sam also has his Venus in Aquarius, also in the third house, which adds another, outside the mainstream aspect. In fact, the only air planets that Sam has are both in Aquarius, so they of course would be highlighted in some way, shape or fashion.

We are on the cusp of a planetary change. The youth of the planet have in some ways, dogmatically claimed their right to feel or do or fuck or burn down anything they want.

It’s the culmination of sixty-four-years of think tank opposition. Did you know that the term, “teenagers” was coined by Tavistock? Youth was a burgeoning demographic, especially with the numbers of baby boomers that were about to hit the circuit and they could be used in a number of ways by social engineers, looking to exploit the rush of hormones that is both novel and complex during those 16-28 years.

The problem or challenge, depending on how euphemistically PC one wants to be, is that we have no rites of passage for our boys and girls. It used to be war, now it’s football and college, where one can join a frat or a sorority and take part in some watered down, free-masonic ritual hazing. That’s it. All of those hormones have only the most basic neuro-receptors waiting for them. More, complex, interlocking possibilities lie dormant or even atrophied due to years of playing video games, drinking carbonated frankencorn and pecking out text messages that resemble language skills of the mentally challenged. No wonder they want to “Do As Thou Wilt.”

Saturn will return to Sam’s natal Pluto for one, final, pass through. It will start on the 9th of June and end on the 30th of August. His identity and even his life, will be on display, very publicly, for all to see, with all of it’s Plutonian associations. Sam will no doubt be a rallying point for his generation, with Pluto in his house of self, but outside of it, Pluto can repel as much as it can attract. Some would liken him to being the next, Jackie Robinson, but Robinson had spectacular talent. It’s not even clear if Sam can be an everyday player at this point.

Ironically, the Rams drafted him and when Uranus in Aries (Rams) squares his natal Sun, next year, we could see the relationship between Sam and the Rams hit a rough patch.

I;m just waiting for the 2023 draft where a selected player starts making out with his thirteeen-year-old lover, because we never want to appear hateful or judgmental towards any group that is just wanting social acceptance and love. Karellen is having a good off world chuckle.

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Looks totally believable to me!

Breaking down Mad Men has become a national past time of sorts as the show’s creator, Matt Weiner has shown a propensity to layer the show with symbols and esoterica, ranging from the Kaballa, to gnosticism and even the zodiac. The symbol for Weiner’s production company is “The Sun” card from the Rider-Waite deck.

Last week on Mad Men, as the closing credits rolled, Jimi Hendrixes, “If Six Was Nine” dominated the ear space. It serves as a signifier of time, alerting the viewer that the year is 1969. Astrologically, 69 is also the symbol of Cancer, which will have a much prominent role in this week’s episode, “The Monolith.”

Mad Men itself is an exercise in Cancerian retrospection as the show bathes in nostalgia, surfacing businesses and brands that have long gone by the wayside. As a Cancerian vehicle for time travel, it also celebrates an important era in America’s (Cancerian country) evolution and development and in some ways is a poetic eulogy for the country itself as we see our collective past unspooled through the eyes of Madison Avenue, two hour lunches, ubiquitous atmospheres of nicotine clouds and ad campaigns that made us buy into the American dream with a full-fledged-abandon; our birthright to consume and court leisure and luxury like lesser deities to do our bidding.

Don is back at the bottom, where he started from, having agreed to harsh guidelines for his return, such as no drinking in his office and no solo meetings with clients. Don is on such a short leash, he may as well be hanging by a rope. In some ways, he is. Gone is his spacious office with the staggering skyline view of Manhattan. That belongs to Lou Avery, a cardigan wearing, dullard of a demi-urge who courts mediocrity at every turn, but has no problems displaying his fangs whenever Don is within pissing range.

Lou is Salieri to Don’s Mozart and Lou knows it.

Don’s half brother, Adam (first man) hanged himself as a blood sacrifice in some ways to protect Don’s identity, since Adam knew him as Dick, the whore mother’s son. Don is literally and figuratively a bastard.

Lane Pryce, one of the partners, also hanged himself and Don played a role in his demise as well. Now Don is occupying Lane’s old office, the place where Lane killed himself and he has become the Scapegoat of Cooper Sterling. Everyone from Burt, to Joan, to Peggy, to Lou, to Jim Cutler are ready to blame something on Don or direct their scorn in his general direction. Don is the hanged man.

This recent episode, is easily this season’s best and might be one of Weiner’s better offerings over the past few seasons, for reasons that are both sly and highly entertaining.

The year is 1969, it’s the same year that the Amazing Mets will stun the sporting world and capture the World Series. Of course, Don has pinned a Mets pennant to the wall, one that Lane had tacked up before him. The Mets were the underdog story of the 1960′s, that was until the New York Jets came along a few months later and did the same thing for New York and football when they stunned the heavily favored Colts. But we are getting way ahead of ourselves.

The Mets and Don were at that time, both losers, but if his narrative arc mirrors that of the Mets, by the end of this last season, Don, will be back on top.

He enters SCP and as the door of the elevator opens, he sees and notices the ominous looking, black elevator door opposite him. It’s a dead ringer for the Monolith that plays a central role in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001, A Space Odyssey, which had opened a year earlier, on 1/1/68.

This is just one, sly reference to not just 2001, but perhaps a nod to Jay Weidner’s work on Kubrick, The Shining and 2001, as we shall see.

The Monolith is also a reference to the IBM 360, a super computer that is brought in by Harry Crane. It serves as a sub-anchor to the 2001 theme as their version of Hal 4000, the super intelligent agent within the agency.

As Weiner often does, he’ll have a contrasting sub-plot snaking around the main theme. In this episode, it’s Roger Sterling’s daughter who has abandoned her husband and young child to live on a hippie commune in upstate New York, where they don’t even have electricity. The arrival of the IBM 360 is in direct opposition to Margaret’s retreat from both civilization and technology where she can live on a farm, pick fruit, smoke pot and screw. It’s not very far from Roger’s activities as of late. In a weird, art imitates life imitates art trip, Roger Sterling has been spending lots of time hanging out with his young GF who brings guys (and girls) home, where Roger can cut loose in an occasional orgy. It’s not that far off from another Sterling (Donald) who has had his own, Roger-esque issues as of late. But back to our story.

One third of 2001 takes place on the Moon and the Moon is like a member of the cast in this episode. As Roger spends the night at hippyville, he lays out under the stars with Margaret and she asks him about the Moon and putting a man on it.

Roger says, “We can put one on the roof.” Is this some sort of reference about the validity of the Moon landing in and of itself?

The journey to spring Margaret and return her to husband and son starts at SCP, where Roger’s secretary is chased down by Roger’s grandson, sporting red overalls and a blue shirt. I believe that this is a reference to The Shining, where Danny Torrance roamed the halls of The Stanley Hotel (note Kubrick’s first name and the same name as SCP’s art director) wearing blue overalls and a red shirt. Is Weiner hinting at Weidner’s research that The Shining is all show and tell and that the Moon landing never occurred?

Paintings, lights, furniture and sculpture all play a significant role in the underlying symbolism of Mad Men. Phallic symbolism plays a part in this episode as well. Here is Don in his office, throwing the one, modern convenience he has at his window; the typewriter. Just like the human, it too is an endangered species.

Notice Don’s lamp, which looks like a large, semi-erect cock, attached to a light. This is pure, uncut, illuminated symbolism. Is Weiner making a connection to the phallic worshipping cults and tribes of Central Asia and their new identity as bringers of the light, the illuminated ones?

In one scene, Roger is telling the partners at the SCP partners meeting that Don hasn’t clubbed anyone on the head yet like some gorilla. Again, this is a reference to 2001 and the first part of the epic trinity, where primal blood is shed in the shadow of the Monolith.

Don has a conversation with Lloyd, about not just the computer, but what it means. Lloyd is the head of the leasing company installing the computer. He calls the computer “a cosmic disturbance” and likens it to a god in the making. It’s here where we learn that it’s the IBM 360.

Of course, 360 is the number of degrees in the astrological wheel. It’s also a reference to the carousel, Don’s first, major campaign for Kodak and the slide projector. It’s what he is synonymous with. The carousel exists as a time machine, which can move backwards and forwards in time as light is projected through the color stained cells, which manifest as memories.

The carousel also turns up in 2001.

It is the famous wheel in the sky, the Moon orbiting Hilton. At the end of the episode, “On A Carousel” by The Hollies is the song that is matched with the closing credits.

Weiner is playing with other themes here as well, like the fall of man and the rise of the new man; The IBM 360 and AI. Staying with the 6 was 9 thread, Roger’s son-in-law, Brooks, was arrested while trying to spring his ex-wife from the hippy commune (hello Manson family and Megan as Sharon Tate). His bail was $180, exactly half of 360. 180 adds up to 9 as does 360. Flip one of the nines and you get 6 and 9. In the novel version of 2001, Hal 4000 was activated in 1996 or 96.

Here is Roger’s secretary eating an apple (taking a bite from the forbidden fruit and tree of knowledge. Don makes a reference to the apple as well, which serves as an analogy for the computer and the ripeness of it’s business potential, but also a nod to Apple, the company which would come to dominate personal computing in the next century.

There are always strange items floating in the background of Mad Men. Here is a Peter Max like painting, hanging in the background of Roger’s office. Notice the “Eye Of Horus” and the magus’s wand.

One of the other story lines from this episode is the courting of Burger Chef as a potential client. Again, we’re knee deep in Cancerian nostalgia as Weiner resurrects another lost and faded, American institution. At one point, Burger Chef was second only to McDonald’s when it came to burger franchises. Burger Chef, unlike McDonald’s flame broiled their burgers and allowed their diners to build them at a condiments bar.

With Jupiter, retrograde in Cancer, these road trips down memory lane are both poignant and a little unsettling as we realize that the innocence of those times is long past, a chapter forever closed in the rapidly mutating, story of America. In fact even Don himself is a ghost of a man from another time. He wears suits, ties and hats. He’s a hard drinking ladies man, with more than a dash of macho. Don can only exist in Weiner’s symbolic universe and the echoes from another time.

Drunk and macho Don lights into Lloyd from the computer leasing company, basically telling him that he knows who he is, inferring that Lloyd is the devil and has been doing this since “The dawn of time” which is another 2001 reference, referring to the ape section of Clarke’s trinity. Is Weiner also inferring that the Moon landing was nothing more than marketing and a sophisticated form of advertising while also being fully staged?

As we move outward from the Cardinal Cross and it’s intense, interpersonal fury, Mad Men, Kubrick, the Moon, are like Cancer’s distant signals, beaming back to us through time, giving us one, last gulp of what was and hoping that it will last us through the wasteland of what might be.

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The many faces of Pisces on the MC

It seems like most of the people coming to me for readings these days have either Gemini or Cancer rising as part of their charts. Cancer Rising are like the zodiac’s version of the canary in the coal mine. With their heightened sensitivity and psychic antenna, while being connected to the intense array of cardinal energy circulating through the skies of our lives, they are on edge. They want to know what’s up or down or just around the corner. But most importantly, they want to know what they can do with their lives. When we approach this subject, I look to their mid-heaven and lo and behold, there is Pisces, the great fish, staring back down at them through sea of stars.

The Pisces midheaven is one of the more difficult signs for the MC, even if there are planets hanging out in the 10th or even hugging it, coming in from the 9th. Why? Why does Pisces on the MC pose such a challenge and if you have it, what can you do with it?

First off, we need to discuss some of the traits of the Pisces/Mid Heaven character. There is often a vague sense of mission and purpose in the person’s life. They feel as if they have a calling, a mission, a purpose, but due to the misty and mystical nature of Pisces in such an important position of the chart it’s often very difficult to pin down or nail. Unlike say a Capricorn MC, where the individual would have a life plan and take all of the painfully necessary steps to execute it, the Pisces MC offers no such clues or maps. It’s a journey into the formless quest to find spiritual purpose and meaning. This can often lead to a quixotic journey, where the individual can try on any number of hats and vocations, looking for one to fit on the crown snugly enough, where work isn’t just work, but the fulfillment of the soul’s desire to touch the world with compassion, beauty, hope and redemption. These are not the traits and trends of the marketplace, especially in an increasingly Capricornistic Earth plane. But is just what the individual with Pisces on the MC must attempt and experience, time and again, often falling short of the mark, which is often the case.

Recently, I had a client share with me that they wanted to be like Gandhi or Buddha or Jesus and leave their spiritual mark on this world. Yep, Pisces on the MC. It wasn’t delusional at all, but these were the men and symbols of the type of energy that they were wanting to anchor and bring into the world. It’s the deepest desire and commitment that they are here to make and one of the most difficult. The Cancer AC gives them ample sensitivity to grapple with the world’s pain on a daily basis, the trick of course is to transmute that suffering into a life path.

People with Pisces on the MC must explore the avenues available to them that are intrinsically Piscean to accomplish this task. They need to experiment with art, especially the non-verbal forms of it, to channel the limitless spectrum of creation. By doing so, they will drop into archetypal spaces of emotions and the planetary dramas of our most common and universal themes; love, loss, betrayal, chaos, temptation and faith. To approach the Piscean MC with the artistic path, is to open the self to energies and powers that are not easily controlled and the individual must literally surrender to the experience of titanic forces, the grand cosmic tale being told through them. Not everyone has the spine and willingness to submit to this profound, yet rigorous process.

Another version, much more in tune with our times in some ways is the realm of the social worker/missionary. Here, people are able to take the desire of the Piscean impulse and apply it to a vocation which has a defined curriculum and career path, although at some level, it gets fouled with corruption and political manipulation, like just about anything else here. I cite the acting out of Cloward-Piven to game and overload the welfare system as just one example of how faith, hope and charity are leveraged for ideological muscle. In this case, the individual with the Pisces MC must be aware of the potential that the world will taint their work and vision of a more just and compassionate society. They would have to be happy with the gains and strides they could make within the system and simply forgive those that would not be able to see the bigger picture, the greater heart of all things.

The shadow side of of the Pisces MC is to lose faith in the process and potentially succumb to the very same things that the individual would be working towards. This loss of faith can lead to addiction or aberrant behaviors which could care less about rules and order. The outlaw, Jesse James had Pisces on the MC in addition to living a life of lawlessness, James was also a Freemason.

if the person with Pisces on the MC ever achieves any sort of fame, they can become the object of other peoples projections and even their covert manipulations. Arnold Schwarzenegger, Leo Sun/Cancer AC/Pisces MC became the object of hero worship in the 80′s and 90s’, which led to the rise of his political career in the state of California, which began in a very Piscean Mc like fashion. The Governator was elected via a special election, because, apparently, then Guv, Gray Davis, was doing such a horrible job, that they just couldn’t wait a couple of years to kick his ass out. Well, that was the cover story. You see Gray Davis was sitting on some very powerful, inside info. Pete Wilson, who preceded Davis had conveniently taken a couple of key power stations offline, which put the entire California grid at risk. During the years of 2000 and 2001, California experienced a massive overload to it’s electrical grid and the state experienced brownouts and blackouts. Unable to meet it’s residents demand for power, Wilson bought power from nearby states and the company that brokered those deals was none other than Enron.

Fast forward to 2005 and California’s special election. In the weeks prior to it, Arnie meets with Pete Wilson, (the supposedly deceased Ken Lay) and Warren Buffett at a hotel in Los Angeles, where they would plot out his gubernatorial grab and once he was firmly ensconced in Sacramento, he would then eliminate any traces of Enron’s larcenous relationship to the state and it’s tax payers.

Completely in line with his Piscean Mid Heaven, Arnie ran against an army of freaks and geeks such as porn star, Mary Carey and the late, Gary Coleman. The only semi-serious challenger was democrat, Cruz Bustamante, but Arnie’s fat budget and celebrity were enough to crush him and just about anyone else. Ironically, this election helped out Arianna Huffington, Cancer Sun/Cancer Moon/Scorpio AC more than almost anyone.

I used Arnold as a example of the Pisces MC as both a symbol of projection and hero worship and the machiavellian machinations of the power elite, covering their tracks under the guise of some other cause celebre. It was pure, Piscean misdirection and manipulation.

Arnie is not the only actor with Pisces on the MC–far from it. Robert DeNiro, John Travolta, Kenneth Brannagh Angie Jolie and many other very successful and well known thespians have Pisces up there. It’s their ability to blend, merge, and dissolve into mythic archetypes through single-eyed vision of public perception that allows them not just fame, but a formal way for them to shape shift as a vocation, for better or worse.Great directors like Spielberg and Kurosawa als have Pisces on the MC, since Pisces rules film, this would be a notch and groove fit. Someone has to capture all of those great actors.

But here we are now. How can the person with Pisces on the Mid Heaven truly find purpose and meaning? In the purest sense, they must commune with their soul aka higher self, which, ironically, has it’s closest point of access via the “MId Heaven.” Through prayer and mediation, through thoughtfully asking and humbly listening, the individual with Pisces on the MC can receive hints, clues, images, symbols and even synchronicities which will give them guidance and the right path to take, however, they must act on what they receive out of faith and then proceed to do the work, whatever they have been compelled to do. It might not always make sense to the outside world, but those with Pisces on the MC should not care what others think. Their goal is to make their work and purpose not of this world, but most certainly in it.

FAMOUS INDIVIDUALS WITH PISCES ON THE MC

The Dalai Lama, Madame Blavatsky, Richard Gear, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Lee Harvey Oswald, Pope John Paul VI, The Planet Neptune, William Faulkner, Bill Gates, Joni Mitchell, Jim Henson, Stephen King, Larry Flynt, Dylan Thomas. Stephen Spielberg, William Blake, Robert Hand, Mel Gibson, Noel Tyl, Australia, Sharon Tate, John Travolta, Michael Jordan, Byron, Schubert, Babe Ruth, Boris Yeltsin, Einstein, Nureyev, Josef Mengele, Albert Speer, Roberto Assagioli, Douglas Adams, Van Gogh, Steve McQueen, Gary Oldman, Marvin Gaye, Jayne Mansfield, Max Ernst, Goya, Erich Van Daniken, Ram Dass, Kurosawa, Dali, Shakespeare, Charlie Parker, Iggy Pop, Rudolf Hess, Manhattan (New York, New York), Kanye West, Nick Drake, Gayatri Devi, Richard Strauss, Norman Vincent Peale, and Anton Mesmer.

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Don Sterling’s dark angel of annihilation.

“It’s all energy. Use your conviction to the fullest and we might just snuff out these evil plans to herd us like Cliven Bundy’s cattle long enough until they show us the horrific and pitiful visages behind their ancient and cracking masks. The real disclosure has nothing to do with aliens or ET’s–it’s all about the parasitic virus that’s been living amongst us for eons, adopting new and different names, using philanthropy as a cover. This my friends will be the true disclosure and if we wait them out long enough and live by the peaceful commandments of the most universal and high, they will simply show themselves and in so doing, lose the power of spells and illusions cast upon us.” Well it didn’t take long for this to manifest, did it?

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m referring to the latest and greatest sports scandal, where LA Clippers owner, Donald Sterling (Tokowitz) was captured on a recorded conversation between him and his girlfriend/mistress, Vanessa Maria Perez aka V. Stiviano. It’s no surprise that this came out on Sterling’s solar return, when his Sun is the most prominent. He’s a Taurus (HELLO ECLIPSE!!!) born, April, 26th, 1933 or 1934, depending on what date you read. I checked out the ephemeris of both and they both have a compelling Mercury in Aries time stamp. The 1933 date has Mercury in Aries at 8 degrees, meaning it would still feel the heat of the hot cardinal cross, within a five-degree-orb of Uranus/Jupiter/Pluto/Mars and being that it was his solar return weekend, he would be in the public eye.

1933 chart also has Mars in Virgo at 1 degree, so the energy is based on a type of purity of sorts. LOL. Virgo is the sign of health/perfection/purity and Mars adds fire to the Virgoan need for order, bordering on obsession to some extent. This would be a great degree for a light energy healer or radical herbalist, but Sterling has a history of being less than clean and pure when it comes to his real estate holdings. Some have even labeled him a slumlord at times and his reaction to that? His strategy? Donate heavily to the United Black College Fund and the NAACP, who were ready to bestow an award upon him; “Using philanthropy as a cover.”

Now, while I am not condoning what Sterling said or did, but the femme fatale in all of this, his squeeze on the side, kept returning to the notion of race, over and over again. He wanted her to stop at one point; “Why are we still talking about this?” But he couldn’t. She just kept coming back to it and he kept on flapping his Aries jaw, again and again and again and it was all captured in a nicely, premeditated fashion since this is what Sterling himself has asked for. Apparently he requested that she record these conversations because he cannot remember everything he has said to her. Sterling’s Black Moon Lilith is in Gemini, which of course indicates that the dark feminine seeks out information and participates in a dangerous role play of duality. Here we have the black/white issue rearing it’s ugly head, brought to you courtesy of Lilith, the other bride hiding in the shadows.

Ms. V. Stiviano also happens to find herself locked into to a suit against Donald Sterling’s wife. Mrs. Sterling is claiming that Ms. Stiviano is a gold digger and is trying to regain possession of money and property given to her by Donald Sterling. Ironically, the new commissioner of the league is Adam Silver; Silver and Sterling, quite a pair. The Devil’s currency of course is silver–forty pieces–a small investment in the future of betrayal and delusion.

Saturn is the teacher of the chart. It brings discipline and a heavy hand when needed. Sterling has Saturn in Aquarius at 15 degrees, which is now in square with Saturn in Scorpio at 20 degrees and moving backwards, inching closer and closer to Sterling’s own karmic house of secrets. Scorpio is sex and all that’s hidden beneath the surface of things. It represents the taboo and complexes, and other peoples money. In addition to the supposedly one hundred hours of incriminating cell-phone-pillow-talk with Stiviano, Sterling has also recently talked about another mistress and in much more scandalous terms–hello Black Moon Lilith in Gemini–things come in twos.

Alexandra Castro was recently involved with Sterling as a $500 an hour prostitute, “a real freak” as Sterling exclaimed in his testimony. Apparently the estranged Mrs. Sterling is trying to get her money back from Castro as well.

The NBA has a significant crisis on it’s hands as one of their ownership group has essentially been outed for who he is. But there is something deeper going on here that must be noted. There is a serious breach in race relations on the horizon and it’s important that Mr. Sterling not just be tagged and classified as another, rich, old-white, fat cat. He’s not. He’s Jewish and in a rare moment of strange candor, Ms. Stiviano asked him about race relations between Blacks and Jews and here is how the exchange went;

Sterling: “It’s the world! You go to Israel, the blacks are just treated like dogs.”
Stiviano: “So you have to treat them like that too?”
Sterling: “The white Jews, there’s white Jews and black Jews, do you understand?”
Stiviano: “Are are the black Jews less than the white Jews?”
Sterling: “A hundred percent, fifty, a hundred percent.”
Stiviano: “And is that right?”
Sterling: “It isn’t a question – we don’t evaluate what’s right and wrong, we live in a society. We live in a culture. We have to live within that culture.”

Stiviano brings up the holocaust and if it’s any different;
Sterling: “Oh, it’s the same thing, right?”
Stiviano: “Isn’t it wrong? Wasn’t it wrong then? With the Holocaust? And you’re Jewish, you understand discrimination.”
Sterling: “You’re a mental case, you’re really a mental case. The Holocaust, we’re comparing with …”
Stiviano: “Racism! Discrimination.”
Sterling: “There’s no racism here. If you don’t want to be … walking … into a basketball game with a certain … person, is that racism?”

So why am I bringing this up? It’s to be on the public record that while I am sure that there are plenty of good-ole-boy, rich, fat-cat, white racists, Donald Sterling isn’t one of them. Today, Rednecks and Tea Partyers from around the US are hoisting a cold one in Donald’s general direction.

Is that really in everyone’s best interest though as the Solar Eclipse is about to hit us with yet another blast of astro intensity, right on the heels of the Lunar Eclipse and the Cardinal Cross? Probably not. Everyone is on edge, taking things personally, having to look into the cracked mirror of the soul, all trying to recognize something familiar. Maybe it was that kid from an easier time or a lover that was in the throes of love’s first bloom, when the jasmine perfume of the scented Spring winds carried with it the breeze of everything possible and new in Eden. We’re looking hard, searching for a glimmer of innocence in the corrupt days of rotting time.

Hang in there. This hard part, this blistering birth is almost over. We just have to get through this eclipse and Mars’ eventual tour through Scorpio, stopping at Saturn along the way, bringing with it enough judgment to take down countries, kings and presidents.

These are not easy times–know that and know that you are far from alone–don’t give in to your lesser nature. Do your best to hold your head high and live with dignity, compassion, patience and humility. This is my own personal subscription too. I don’t dole out medicine I can’t or won’t take. Speaking of medicine, have a little dose of “Waking Light” by Beck.

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I’ve been a baaaaaaahaaaad boy

I’ve been wanting to write about this hot cross deal we’re all weenie roasting on. I can’t remember what the name of the film was, but I remember seeing a matinee with my uncle at the local theater when I was around seven. It was a film about Jesus, maybe it was “King of Kings” I can’t quite be sure, but I remember the crucifixion scene and recall fire, smoke and what looked like someone roasting sausages. Perhaps this was a deceptively placed subliminal that I picked up on, which somehow was supposed to trigger me to run to the snack bar and get one of those fine, roasted hot dogs in a nicely steamed bun. For years, I associated the cross with a hot dog picnic–kosher of course.

I’ve been moving, a moving target in the cardinal cross hairs. That doesn’t mean I haven’t had some intensity–far from it.

On Saturday, I learned deep insight into the sign of Pisces, the epoch and era of the Prince Of Peace. On Saturday, I realized that my son is a scapegoat. He’s also a Pisces. I’ve been witnessing the mechanics around this and it’s utterly fascinating.

He plays little league baseball, in two leagues. He plays in his rec league, the team that I manage and he also plays on a Select/Elite team.

His first year here, last year, when we moved here from California, he was just eight when he tried out. He played well and was drafted into a league dominated by ten-year-olds. It was a bit much for him both physically and psychically. He also had a bit of a young douche teammate who froze him and two other boys out of his inner circle. Welcome to Texas. I had to talk to him numerous times as his Piscean storm clouds would gather at strike three looking. Shrink. dad, hitting coach, the hats were often really confusing. We got through the season, but I was witnessing my son’s penchant for blame (a Piscean strategy when overwhelmed) and the fog of victimization that clouded over our talks, which would then seep into his practices on occasion. By the end of the season, he was getting it. He was hitting and it felt like we overcame a number of obstacles, both emotionally and skill wise.

Fast forward on Saturday, a tournament with his Select team south of San Marcos in the first bright Sun of the season.

In the first game, the team pounced on a nine-and-under team and did what they had to do. The second game rolled around and the faced a ten-and-under team. Equals. What has been an ongoing theme reared it’s not so-handsome-head again; this team hasn’t been able to overcome adversity. They have been bullied by slightly better teams and when they have squared off against squads of similar talent, they haven’t been able to stave them off or come back. For whatever reason, they haven’t found their pulse when needed. Saturday was no exception. Poor pitching and lack of timely hitting, mixed with some errors on poor decisions had them down by five runs headed into the last inning and guess whose kid was up? Yep. He managed to fight off a few pitches and fist a weird grounder to first and got on base. That’s when things got strange and scapegoaty.

He led off first base and his coach (the manager of the team) told him to get a bigger lead. He did and the pitcher threw over to first. My son dove back in and he was safe–barely. The cagey pitcher knew he could get him though if my son got a bigger lead, so like a skilled fly fisherman, he let the line out a little longer as my son inched closer to second base and then he struck like a baby cobra. My son knew he was going to be picked off and tried to hot foot it to second. He was out cold. Embarrassed he jogged back until he crossed the foul line then began to mope into the dugout when his coach barked at him to get off the field. It was the first time I had ever seen the coach blow his cool like that in public, usually his wrath was saved for his own son, out of which he expects nothing but perfection.

Perhaps, ironically, I had chosen not to wear a hat and my face was burned and red, my physical approximation of my son’s inner state. Instead of the scarlet letter, I had the scarlet head.

I’ve been tracking him at practice and he’s getting uptight. He gets flustered when he makes a mistake and then loses his cool and confidence and as he does, it sends reverberations into the heads of the coaches who then beam back their displeasure, cycling into an unconscious feedback loop, which my Piscean/Cancer rising son intuits as judgment, which makes him more uptight and prone to making more mistakes as the natural flow and grace exits the body, leaving him without poetry, enthusiasm and joy. He is becoming the shadow fetish of the team, a function that both he and the coaches seem more than willing to agree upon in their semi-unconscious role play.

This is how Pisceans become victims and lead actors in the blame game. Their sensitivity and their unconscious need to find their own excuses at failure lead to the eventual projection of a group or a collective failure. It is here where the Pisces character must forgive and compassion for himself and the other, must be channeled. Without it, a two-thousand-year-old drama gets played out, again and again. Maybe I should have had the hot dogs on Saturday to engage my own, curious relationship with this phenomenon. But I had plenty of time this past 48 hours to indulge in a little forgiveness and surrender myself.

Exhausted from moving, blistered by the central Texas Sun, worn out from watching my kid become that kid, all I wanted to do was watch TV in my new place with him. Didn’t happen. Time Warner was supposed to come out and they didn’t. No cable. I spoke with the CS rep and of course he has no answers. He can’t just flip a switch so that we can zone out in a field of projected, plasma trance induction. What am I supposed to do? Yell? Shake my fist and tell him that Direct TV wouldn’t treat me this way? While it isn’t like I am forgiving a criminal (let’s be real), there was nothing else I could do except accept and with that, I took my little scapegoat down to South Congress. Sometimes I go there at night when I feel a little blue. I asked him where he wanted to eat and he said, “Lucky Robot.” It’s a sushi place that somehow manages to fuse both “Hello Kitty” and “Astro Boy.”

We sat at the sushi bar and I turned him onto “Spider Roll” his first, soft shell crab and a killer, smoked salmon roll with goat cheese. I figured we would take part in a communion of sorts and consumed his rising sign (Cancer/Crab), his sun sign (Pisces/Salmon) and some churned scapegoat (Goat Cheese). I didn’t plan the menu, but it turned out that way as we partook of his astrological body and it’s gustatory affiliates. So I guess, the moral of the story is that when you feel like a scapegoat, or life is conspiring, along with you, to flesh that role out, eat yourself, symbolically speaking of course, because at some point, you’ll have to deal with the shit anyway. Now onto much more important matters than my son and his holographic learning lab.

As some of you might know, I am no longer doing my show on Gaiam. I have been put on hiatus, this despite the relative success of the show inside of Gaiam itself. It’s a numbers game and I have no one to blame other than me. I haven’t been keeping my website current enough, not tweeting enough, not doing as many horoscopes as I could. In short, being a father, manager, producer, radio host, personal astrologer to clients and a writer has spread me more than a little thin and yet, this is where it’s at right now on Terra. Life is a numbers game, from metrics, to money managers. Speaking of money, this dead bankers trail is getting ridiculous. They’ve gone from the questionable suicides, to outright gang-styled hits. It’s reminding me of Ecstacsy dealers getting knocked off in Manchester, circa 1992. Somewhere, sometime, someone will spill the beans that the whole shit house is going to come down and that we’re all going to be fleeced and fucked. Pensions will be swallowed whole by Wall Street whales. Bank accounts will be seized and the public won’t know what hit them until it is far too late.

The cow and tortoise show over at the Bundy place is just a warm up, a primer for when the feds decide to keep poking the big-old-dog who farts too much with a stick. At some point the dog will snarl and snap back. It’s not far off now. Then there’s Ukraine and neo-nazis and neo-cons. It’s said that the US is amassing troops at the Ukraine border. Hey, did any of you know that the head of the Navy, shares the last name of Nostradamus’s third antichrist? That’s right, his name is “Mabus.” Life is downright funny sometimes, isn’t it?

Meanwhile, Mad Men has returned and I am still waiting for Matt Weiner to kick it it into high gear. That’s not to mean that he isn’t loading the symbolic chamber with some high-caliber-ammo. Don has been sent packing, cast out of heaven or hell, depending on one’s relationship to gnostic deities and salvation.

Don has been replaced by “Lou” which of course is short for Lucifer. “Lou Avery” to be precise is the new Don, or new DON or new dawn. His name evokes both the rebellion of a fallen angel and the ordinariness of an office supply, like an Avery stapler. Yes, he is all that and less. In William Blake’s universe he is the ponderous and gravity afflicted, Urizen.

Then there’s black “Dawn” who used to work for Don and is now feeding him information while Don is in one of Dante’s rings of limbo. At one point, Don tries to get a little cozy with black Dawn, which would almost be too much of an alchemical marriage for us to handle. It would be an illuminated wet dream. But in tonight’s episode, things got even weirder. Dawn was messing with another receptionist at SCG, also black, named “Shirley.” At one point, they switched names and Shirley was Dawn and Dawn was Shirley. Then they both got moved from their secretarial positions because Peggy is an unhappy bitch and Lou is an evil office accessory with no sense of humor. But neither can sit at the front desk and be the face of SCG, because, well, they are just not the right face.

Don’s daughter, Sally, is away at boarding school and her room is littered with butterfly prints and cut outs and lo and behold, there’s a yarn painting of an owl, looking down upon her and her roomies. Weiner has packed her room with triggers and occult eye candy galore. Speaking of packed, Joan is stuffed once again in her “Lady In Red,” boob hugging dress, making Jack Parsons clap with glee in Hell. Meanwhile, Megan is in Topanga or Laurel Canyon, right around the same time Charlie Manson is dropping acid and screwing hippie chicks and lost hookers out at Spahn Ranch. It’s a simmering cauldron, but that’s all it is at the moment. It’s the Neptunian allure of two-martini lunches and psychopathology masquerading as liberation at the end of the sixties. Altamont is still just a shot away.

So where the hell are we? Oh yeah, I’m not doing Gaiam any more, I’ve moved into a new place and hopefully I can start doing videos again–soon. I want to do them every morning and figure out a way to stream it all live and keep a roof over my head. I’ve got the bones for a new website and gosh darnit, I don’t care what it takes now. We’re in the stretch run and we might as well let it all hang out so that when the party’s over and they turn out the lights, you know that you didn’t just sit back and let candles burn into the dark, like McArthur Park, or just go mute on the day the music died or didn’t try to stop Puff from sadly slipping into his cave. In essence, you’d better get your licks in now.

The Grand Cross will escalate and the tensions will rise. It might not manifest in the fall of the dollar or the government quite yet, but I can tell you that on a personal level, especially ye fair cardinal signs, or peeps with planets in cardinal signs, from 10-15 degrees, the demand that you apply your energy in meaningful areas of your life has never been greater than now. No matter what the circumstances look like, no matter how rough the finish of the spiritual sandpaper grinding you down, try not to worry or freak out. This is only a test and believe it or not, it’s rocket fuel for your trip into deep, inner space, reaching those places you haven’t had the courage or payload to get to. It’s all energy. Use your conviction to the fullest and we might just snuff out these evil plans to herd us like Cliven Bundy’s cattle long enough until they show us the horrific and pitiful visages behind their ancient and cracking masks. The real disclosure has nothing to do with aliens or ET’s–it’s all about the parasitic virus that’s been living amongst us for eons, adopting new and different names, using philanthropy as a cover. This my friends will be the true disclosure and if we wait them out long enough and live by the peaceful commandments of the most universal and high, they will simply show themselves and in so doing, lose the power of spells and illusions cast upon us. Until then, live your life like there’s no tomorrow and do it with commitment so you won’t feel cheated. Stay cool you groovy cats and kittens.

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The archetypal cardinal cross.

Robert Johnson’s life is littered with clues and symbols that historians and occultists get sweaty palms over. He’s the perfect crossfade between historical persona and modern myth. He took at least two, different, factual names over the course of his life (Spencer and Johnson) not too mention the numerous aliases that he assumed when he travelled, staying one step ahead of angry husbands and maybe the devil himself.

Johnson’s second father was curiously named, “Will Willis” but went by the name of Dusty; “Do as thou will/wilt.”

“Little Robert Dusty” would disappear for periods of time from his Lucas, Arkansas home, (Lucas of course being the earthly surname of the bringer of light), and would purportedly spend time in Memphis, “The City of Kings.”

Johnson met and married Virginia (Virgin) Travis in February of 1929, the month of the cast out revolutionary. She shortly died thereafter giving birth. His contemporaries and relatives blamed the death on Johnson and his insistence on playing secular music, but perhaps there was something more going on. If Johnson were a musician in today’s Babylonian network of recording, distribution and live performance, the death of a wife giving birth would immediately be scrutinized as a ritual sacrifice by certain inquiring minds. In life, timing is everything. It’s not long after that, when Johnson travels to the famous crossroads, where he allegedly sold his soul to the devil to play guitar like no one else.

He would also have marriages and relationships with women named, “Estella” which is essentially, “Eastern Star” and a woman with the last name of “Craft.” He would record his very first record on 11/23/36, with Jupiter in Sag conjunct the Galactic Center and wounded Gemini in Chiron at 11 degrees, the astrological and numeric symbol of the Twin Towers, opening the gateway to temporal duality, magnetically captured and sealed for the likes of Page, Clapton, Richard and Hendrix. It provided them with both the musical and darkly spiritual tableau as the rock and roll heirs to Johnson’s blues drenched mythos.

While he was a very good harmonica player, his guitar skills bordered on embarrassing, that was until he returned to Hazlehurst and visited “The Crossroads.” After his alleged meeting with “Ol Nick” himself, Johnson started displaying chops that not only surpassed the rudimentary playing that people were accustomed to, but was so advanced and singular, that he stood out in ways that made people question how he got so damn good, so damn fast.

He would live a life as a wandering minstrel, criss-crossing the dusty roads and paved highways of the south, though he did travel as far as Chicago, New York and even Canada. He would eventually die at the age of 27, before he would reach his Saturn Return.

Why am I talking about Robert Johnson? Because the crossroads, just outside of Hazlehurst is the symbol of our time as the Cardinal Grand Cross approaches. We too are at a crossroads in our collective and spiritual history. Bankers are dropping like birds, planes vanish in a Neptunian fog of conspiratorial conjecture. Russian troops gather at the fringe of eastern Ukraine’s border, while Putin starts talking about Ukraine’s massive gas debt, another Neptunian cipher. Apparently, Putin is hinting at a gold for gas and oil exchange, that would essentially sink the petrodollar (Thanks Robert B).

Out on the edge of Vegas, just beyond the shimmering lights of illusion and loss, the Bundy family is in a standoff with the BLM over the fate of a land tortoise, but in reality, it’s about gas rights, oil and fracking, again Neptune’s amorphic influence. Interesting to note that Bundy is one of the illuminati family names that Fritz Springmeier outs. Is there a connection? Only Neptune knows and it doesn’t divulge it’s secrets in headlines, but sometimes tombstones can be quite telling. Robert Johnson has three tombstones, two of which are in Zion, Mississippi, one of which is a one-ton-cenotaph in the form of a stout obelisk, placed there by the Babylonian music mafia.

Maybe it’s so heavy and leaden that they didn’t want Johnson’s tortured spirit to chase them down and haunt them and their families for the next seven generations

On April 15th, we’re staring down the Blood Moon/Lunar Eclipse, which is the first of four this year, all of which are associated with the Jewish high holy days. The word is out on the street so to speak, that we should expect mayhem, sacrifice and bloodshed. Perhaps we’ve already had a taste. Just two days ago, Alex Hribal, an average kid, from an average family, attending an average high school, in an average part of Pennsylvania, whipped out a knife and went on a stabbing spree, injuring 20 students. That’s a lot of blood.

Hribal was described as a mild-mannered kid, who came from a Brady-Bunch-styled family. With all due respect and even prayers to the Hribal family, It has been noted that in many cases, the darkest and most devilish sorts are in actuality the pillars of the community, church and family.

I am not saying this is the case here, but young Alex, looks positively possessed. Remember, Kubrick’s twisted and dark picaresque in “Clockwork Orange” was also named, “Alex.”

So perhaps the blood does flow in anticipation of the Blood Moon. There was a shooting as well at Fort Hood. “Hood” of course being the operative word here, and today, there were supposedly four shooters at a Memphis high school (there’s that city again) where there was a lockdown. I don’t know about you, but if I were running some security company, I’d use all of these “events” to my advantage and do everything in my power to get more security into schools, shopping malls and stadiums. That’s where the money is. Just ask TSA and DHS, agencies who siphon off taxes and tax revenue for their livelihood. It’s a genius business model, because there are companies that have deals with both groups which provide any number of products and services, for our safety and security of course. So why not expand the model? There’s plenty of room for growth! I am slightly digressing–slightly.

We’re in Aries now, Sun at 22 degrees and Mars is in Libra and Uranus is in Aries and people are feeling it.

The Sabian Symbol for today is THE GATE OPENS TO THE GARDEN OF ALL FULFILLED DESIRES. What would happen if you could channel your angst, fear and apprehension in the other direction? What if we, at this crossroads of the grand cross, with the blood dripping Moon and the looming solar eclipse could consciously use this energy to liberate us from the chains of our shadows and activate the four essential elements of the cardinal magic?

Mars in Libra is a dedication to uphold fairness and justice in our own lives and to actively tend to the needs of relationship. Jupiter in Cancer is the expansive nature of nurturing and care that is like the clear water of the uncontaminated, country well, which gives source to all life. Pluto in Capricorn is the dedication and commitment to master and climb the steep angles of our ascent, wherein we face our greatest fears along the way. Will we fail? Will it all fall apart as the systems based, holographic theater fragments around us? Uranus in Aries is the spark of creation, the dynamo of the will and when aligned with soul, becomes a force for super-novelty and innovation. There’s an upcoming grand water trine as well, descending down, from the heavens, the sweet surrender of compassion and catharsis is also waiting to be manifest. All the elements are here.

We have given voice to our fears and we have rooted out most of those that are damned and disastrous, though we can never be quite that sure, and even if there is an evil plan afoot, this is our time as much as “theirs.” Remember that. If we’re at a crossroads, then take the right path, all the way back home. Really, the choice is and has always been yours.

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