I’m standing on the curb at Pearl Street Mall. There’s a high powered telescope on the street provided by a sweet Italian guy. Maybe he’s Gallileo in cargo shorts. Tonight’s attraction? Why Saturn of course. I line up, close one eye and set the other upon the ringed god in the sky. There it is. It’s the first time I’d ever seen Saturn in the flesh so to speak. I chuckle as I ironically note that I have to take on a modified eye of Horus approach to view it. The first thing I notice is that it’s hanging vertically in space. It’s a little odd since we are so accustomed to seeing Saturn nicely resting in a horizontal plane in the mind’s eye. And there is the message. Things are not always as they seem, nor do they appear in ways that we expect them to.
I can’t help but think about what’s happening with the Zimmerman and Trayvon Martin psyop. As the days bleed into the Summer heat, more surreal details emerge and everyone has an opinion.
I’ve been talking about this for months now. It started when Tarantino released “Django Unchained” and I realized where all of this was headed. The country is being programmed for an eventual race war and good people on the left and right, black and white are taking the stinking cheese as bait.
We talk about oneness consciousness, unity and how we’re all one and most of the people espousing that are full of shit, because when it comes to really pushing the envelope, then many of those people start pushing agendas, consciously or un-consciously. Separation is good for business.
This psychopathic bloodlust for justice on both sides is oh-so-Old Testament. Eye-for-an-eye, Hammer Rabbi. And where has that code of justice gotten the Middle East? How’s that working out?
Somewhere along the way we’ve lost touch with the ability to invoke and honor the presence of God in our affairs and in the affairs of the so-called world. Instead of surrendering to a greater source of compassion and wisdom, we bow to lesser gods, whether they are “evil white witches” or the holder of justice who inserts himself at light speed into the fray, yet is conspicuously absent and silent over other crimes against freedom and rights that scream for attention and resolution.
This type of surrender isn’t easy. Just ask a parent who has lost a child or vice versa. Ask a victim of ALS who is on a one-way-trip to paralysis and death. Ask one of the girls held captive in Cleveland for over a decade. Ask a vet whose brains are scrambled and heart is smashed as he comes to the realization that what he’s done was done in the name of control and not freedom. Or even God forbid, an ex husband or wife.
We live on a planet where the stakes of redemption are high and getting higher.
Even my sense of indignation is primed, pumped and ready to vent. I demand to know where the moral outrage is when it comes to events like Fukushima, Palestine, 911, the Bailout and Monsanto. I watch myself teeter on the brink of disgust for my fellow humans as they fall prey to such rancid, low-hanging-fruit, getting their signal played to perfection, falling into some muddled ground of moral justification, ranging from obsequious white guilt to blind, molotov-like-fury from masked and hooded thugs in the streets of Oakland and Los Angeles. It’s then when I’m reminded of Yeats’ lines from the second coming; ”The best lack all conviction, while the worst/Are full of passionate intensity.”
We need to step back, take a breath, challenge our own assumptions and our own self-righteousness and for those that have the nose, sniff out the foul stench of illusion in this or any other situation and call it for it is; blatant manipulation at a mass level. We can do so while still remaining calm while doing our very best to not take it personally. Not everyone has this calling, I know. I seem either blessed or cursed by it and yet it feels like we are all, more or less coming to some sort of dance with the truth, no matter how awkward or strained it might be.
Tomorrow, the final waves of the grand water trine, which I think has kept things fluid and cooler than we understand begins to fade as the planets begin to move further apart and separate. Use this energy while you can. Go deep and see where it takes you. Invoke the loving name of God and don’t ask for anything but to simply be open and shown what to see.
Maybe, just maybe, if enough of us do this, we can ride the tide into a safe harbor where clarity, compassion and steadfast commitment to one another resides.
Please join me on Friday, 7/19 as I consult with master astrologer, Ellias Lonsdale about the upcoming double magen star in the sky, slated for the 22nd and more. Elllias lives with one foot in this world and the other in the stars. I’ll also be joined by the sparkling and charming, eighty-six-year old Bunny Herring who will share her life story as a trapeze artist for Ringling Brothers.
THE FRIDAY FARCAST.
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On the other side of the mirror now.
Outside, on the peripheries of my life, details crash from the perimeter about people I’ve never met and their tragic life and death conditions.
I wake up.
I learn of the death of Aurora Campos.
Aurora had become woven into my FB alterverse. She commented on my posts, listened to the radio show and even showed up in the chartroom a few times. She was esoterically turned on and hella street smart.
She told me stories about her past lives in this one, hanging with big names she could not mention, doing things she would not talk about to others. Aurora was in the game before it was the game.
I got that it wasn’t so glamorous when she got out of it, because the game doesn’t end all that well for most. There’s a few variables and not many of them have happy endings attached to them.
But I also inferred from her that she was cool with her life, loving her familia and opening to deeper and deeper levels of maya in this realm, so deep in fact, that she had eschewed all symbols, seeing them as inherently evil and charged with the spell binding properties that keep us entrained on this dimensional plane.
Maybe that was her passport out.
She was done with it all.
I had been seeing her less and less and missing comments like, “U crazy!” I sent her one message to see if I had pissed her off and that she had left my virtual me. After a bit of a delay, she got back to me. Here is what she said, “i absolutely did not! i have taken a vacation. i have 2 things can only share with u….”
And that was it. I learned today that she passed from cancer.
It’s ironic that I would find out under Mercury in Cancer, retrograde, hearing about it a month later.
Meanwhile, this very same morning, I found out from another, virtual friend who relocated to a major city in the west to help her daughter raise her grandchildren, that when she arrived, she found her daughter involved in a prostitution ring. Tragic would be a gross understatement.
This type of connecting out of the physical is unlike any reality we’ve ever encountered before. Our connections weren’t ever this far afield. We might have extended families and friends of different stripes, floating in the orbits of our experience, long and short term, but nothing quite like this. We didn’t have emotional connections with text and static images, occasionally a Skype channeled voice.
This dis-embodied network of affiliation was as foreign to most people as high tea on Titan and yet here we are, assembling emotional touch points with avatars, phantoms and ghosts, people that never were in the truest, physical sense, and might never will be either.
But does that invalidate their existence? I have lines and lines of text to and from Aurora. I sent her one of my blog posts before I posted it because it was a pretty charged piece and based on her DNA and cultural place in this world, I wanted her perspective, just to make sure I wasn’t overstepping my bounds. She responded with clear and very positive feedback.
So what does it all mean? How do I respond to her passing? What to do about my other friend, whose daughter is caught in the depths of a very American vice?
How did we get here?
Granted, this isn’t the norm. I have a stacked 11th House with Moon, Mercury, Venus and Neptune, all up there, so I’m a bit more inclined than your average person to have a series of complex relationships that evolve over distance and digital transmission and yet, in the Plutonian depths, with Saturn in Scorpio on my Neptune, even I’m having some challenges comprehending all the layers.
On the plus side, I suppose we’re learning how to handle more complex and increasingly abstract relationships. There’s a strange omniscience that emerges, something akin to understanding the multiplicity of relating and caring from an outside perspective and source.
Is this how we all learn in some ways from the holographic program how to care for others from a multi-dimensional place?
Are we in some ways gods in training or is it is just another shaky vehicle to patch up our severe case of collective disenfranchisement?
Is it just another channel to stave off the onslaught of our ongoing depersonalization? I can’t be sure at the moment. But in any case, I’m dedicating this post to you Aurora Campos.
I caught flashes of your essence bursting through your syntax, revealing your spirit in code, a line of light in a realm where symbols are redeemed. You have been reclaimed by your source and are no longer caught on the hooks of barbed and toxic symbolism, with the supernatural memory of slavery and historical entrainment that goes along with it. You are no longer bound with the leaden cords that wrap themselves around our spirits like a noose.
You were bright, funny and endowed with the kind of heart that only a fully lived life would gift you with.
With the New Moon in Cancer, yet another symbolic reference you might have eschewed. I hope you are home now, safe, at peace and one with the stillness of the cosmic ocean, beginning again or not, wherever your spirit leads you. Rest well, while the rest of us sort through this tangled mess of a planet you wisely left behind.
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A new light breaks in Egypt.
Just jumping in here with a quick post on what’s happening in Egypt. it’s HUGE. It might be the most important event of this young century and maybe beyond. Over the course of the next few paragraphs, I’ll to communicate how important it is and how astrological, this might be the permanent shift for Egypt.
First off, this is nearly unprecedented as to what’s just happened. The Morsi government was supposedly voted in by a majority but those results were suspect however, they weren’t quits as suspect as the Morsi regime itself, which quickly installed MB personnel throughout all key offices, including the police. Older members of the Cairo police force were using old, second rate weapons while the new hires of the MB were given new, modern, firearms.
Unemployment was at an all time high and the strongest underground economies were drugs and homemade weapons.
The people had had enough. But more importantly, they had had enough of intervention from the USA, G8 and NATO deciding what type of government would chosen for them. Obama came out yesterday in support of the Morsi regime and this can only be viewed as a major bole for the Obama administrations foreign policy. The World Bank and IMF proxy in the form of the MB couldn’t stand in the face people who want to self-govern.
From a geopolitical standpoint, Egypt is huge. It controls the Suez Canal which controls the flow of oil and gas from Saudi Arabia. Think this isn’t a big deal? It’s also the country that’s a stone’s throw from Israel. Don’t think that there aren’t some concerned parties here.
Looking back into the history of Egypt, we can see how Saturn is and has been at play since 1805, when Egypt formed it’s first government of sorts under the ironclad rule of Muhammad Ali. Ali wasn’t Egyptian, or Ottoman, or Arabic. He was Albanian. Egypt’s first modern ruler was Albanian.
He was the son of a tobacco and shipping merchant. He was so good and skilled at planning and fighting that he not only routed Napoleon for the Ottoman Empire from Egypt, once he was in power, he also kicked The House of Saud’s ass all over the Arabic peninsula. In fact, Muhammad and his sons were so smart and powerful that they took Crete and Syria and were on their way to conquering the whole of the Ottoman empire in what is now Turkey. If it wasn’t for Russia and Europe intervening, Ali and his forces would have dominated a region and posed a serious threat to the royal families of Europe.
One of the things that Ali did was nationalize everything in Egypt. He taxed farmers and if thy couldn’t pay, he’d take their lands.
He made all the merchants sell their goods to the state, who in turn then sold them to others, carving out a profitable niche as a middle man. He took that money and built himself an army and a navy–a formidable one that conquered the fierce warriors of the Sudan and then conscripted them to fight as his foot soldiers. He was one, badass dude that nearly turned all of Europe on it’s ear.
As I mentioned, he reign started on the 9th of July in 1805 when Saturn was at 9 degrees Libra.
The next major shift in the governance of Egypt took place on the 28th of February, 1922, when the UK withdrew its formal claim on the country. Where was Saturn? In Libra, at 6 degrees.
Fast forward to June 18th, 1953, when the Egyptians declare the republic, where was Saturn? At 20 degrees Libra. Sensing a theme here?
Let’s go back two years ago when they last went through this on January 25th, 2011. Where was Saturn? Bingo! Libra, this time 17 degrees and in the shadow of Saturn Retrograde, with Saturn stationary. Not a great time for a revolution.
So that’s four regime changes and significant shifts and four incarnations of Saturn in Libra. Obviously, they need to work something out when it comes to balance, equality and finding the middle path between leadership and the will of the people. Libra is a cardinal sign, so this is going to get worked out again and again until it’s settled. And now with Saturn in Scorpio, there’s a break in the cycle. From cardinal to fixed, this is a massive change and even with Mercury and Saturn retrograde, which pose their own challenges for the future, I see these aspects as a looking back to Egypt’s ancient past, a return to the foundational roots of the planet itself. Because it all started in Egypt 5,000 years ago. It’s the cradle of civilization and from there it moved to Greece, Rome, then Western Europe, then the USA and the 13 colonies, to western expansion, to California and the rise technodominance, multiculturalism, film, TV and music. The zenith of the west.
Then the wave moves across the Pacific to Japan and their financial dominance in the 1980′s. Then to China in the 2000′s. China has crested. Their peak is over and that wave is moving, perhaps it crashing on Tahrir Square as we speak, coming full circle, from the days of pharaohs and hyper-dimensional physics, magic, esoteric arts, star gates and celestial alignments, to collective mind theater powered by smart phones and virtual networks carrying the vision of the future in 140 characters and less. The wave of the grand trine is crashing upon the shores of time and you’re here to witness it.
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Cancerian proportion maneyefests
Cancer is the most nostalgic sign. It is the soothing carrier wave that calls us home. It’s no coincidence that it rises at the time of the Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, it’s a seasonal reminder of where we came from. In the summer of our minds the Sun was more golden than today, days longer, cares less burdened and the dream of youth would go on forever. In most of our minds at least, it’s a sentimental journey into a type of innocence that is deeply Cancerian, deeply Summer.
On FB I asked people what their best memories were of Summer when they were young. It was fairly universal; bike riding, catching some form of reptile or bug, the cool ocean, the creek, the woods, good times.
Those days are over for most of us and in many ways, long gone. It’s not as if we exaggerate the changes, like generations often do saying it was better or harder when they were young and in the case of my generation, it was. There was never a sense that the world is a dangerous place. We didn’t do playmates. We usually walked over to another kid’s house, knocked on the door and see if they wanted to play.
We didn’t have to wear helmets when we biked.
We weren’t basted with sun screen.
AM radio was worth at least 1-2 hours of entertainment.
Parents weren’t challenged by an existential dread that accompanies that trip today. We’ve been so bombarded by what could or might happen that it seems like our kids have missed out on the breezy rules of those times. Was it the first wave of young faces plastered on the backs of milk cartons that upped the ante on fear and concern? From a Bernaysian perspective, there couldn’t have been a better meme to spike us all with a mornings dose of anxiety. Think about it. You’re going to the refrigerator to get the most feminine of all essences, even if it did come from a cow–yes milk sourced from the teat of life no matter what species. It connects you back to your most innocent and primordial state; coffee, tea, or Fruit Loops. And there, just as we subliminally re-connected, we’re hit with a photo of some child who might not be drinking milk or maybe in some other place, far from the one that they use to.
Was it a well meant method of keeping these faces in front of us or was it a way for us to drink in the fear. Was this the beginning of the end of the innocence?
My good friend Lawrence Hultberg just told me about Catherine Austin Fitts’ “Popsicle Index.” Here’s Fitt’s explanation of the “PI”; “The Popsicle Index is the % of people who believe a child can leave their home, go to the nearest place to buy a popsicle or snack, and come home alone safely. For example, if you feel that 50% of your neighbors believe a child in your neighborhood would be safe, then your Popsicle Index is 50%. The Popsicle Index is based on gut level feelings of the people who have intimate knowledge of a place, rather than facts and figures.
The purpose of the Popsicle Index is to inspire continuos conversation and learning in every neighborhood and village on earth about what it means to feel safe and secure where you live and work, to be physically free to wander and roam without concern and to identify and shift the people and things that contribute or drain that feeling.”
I’d say the global PI at this time is pretty low
But Jupiter in Cancer summons our memories from a different time, memories of a less complicated world. Imagine the NSA scandal happening in 1973? Nixon wouldn’t have just been impeached, he would have done time in San Quentin. And now, our president vacations in Africa where his popularity is not in question. When things are hard at home, ya gotta hit the road.
Jupiter in Cancer has the power to retrieve memory in such a way that it can change and transform the social landscape. The last time it was in Cancer was in 2001, hitting on July 13th, a Friday, just mere months before 911. The power of this exalted influence was hijacked and we were given, no, force-fed a type of patriotism that rose in response to 911. We ate freedom fries instead of French Fries and were now forced to stand for “God Bless America” at every 7th inning, at every baseball game across the country. Bush, a Cancer was the folksy symbol for this faux-sentimentality.
This is how powerful Jupiter in Cancer is. The arch-mages casting charts on checkered floors in the courts of the royal bloodlines know this, especially as it sits in opposition of Pluto in Capricorn, the corporarcratic behemoth that was given an unholy birth in October of 2008, when the banking crisis hit this country like a green plague. It spawned “Too big too fail” whereas Jupiter in Cancer is popsicles for all.
From the jump, the energy itself was co-opted as quickly as could be the SCOTUS as they wasted no time in voting down DOMA. Now it could be seen as a different type of family that was defined on that day with the Moon in Aquarius, but the actual legal ground on which DOMA was repealed is shaky at best. It had nothing to do with constitutionality of DOMA, but was ruled that there was a moral animus against homosexual couples. Where is the basis of the legal writ? There is none. The ruling itself is a byproduct of subjective morality and that morality was determined by five people for the rest of us. The slippery slope here is that the court can use this type of “moral animus” for just about anything.
This happened with Mercury stationary, just about to go retrograde. They squeezed it in.
So from the jump, we were already dealing with an impacting aspect surrounding Jupiter in Cancer, but this is not the nostalgia of Cancer–that has yet to be played out. Thirteen years ago, we were shocked and traumatized by 911 and the Project For The New American Century was installed quickly in the aftermath of of collective bewilderment. And in the ensuing years, people are waking up and wising up, however, there’s a downside to our wakefulness and that’s a type of vigilance that’s a lot like waiting for the next show to drop. It’s like the kid that was beaten by a parent and tip toes around, wondering when the next lashing will occur. We’re awakening and it’s coming at a price.
However, we’re more in a place than we were in 2001 to appreciate the simple things like community, a shared meal over an open flame on a warm Summer day, a cold beer, a popsicle. It sounds trite and perhaps a tad-too-sentimental, but it’s only when we open ourselves to positive memories of caring, sharing and trusting can we escort them into this domain again, because the greatest weapon we have against the tyranny of the machine is kindness and looking after one another. That is the essence of Jupiter in Cancer. It expands into our conscious awareness and allows us to seefeel through the eyeheart of another. As a result, we can make amends for our past errors and address the grievances we have or are held against us.
One of my major concerns right now is the Zimmernan trial taking place in Florida. Between Paula Deen’s massive deconstruction with race as the ICBM that scored a direct hit to reputation and Jamie Foxx sporting his Trayvon Martin at the BET awards, I’m concerned that the racial fires are being stoked and that if Zimmerman walks, America might be in peril even though that Zimmerman isn’t Caucasian. He’s actually mixed. His mother is Afro-Peruvian, with black ancestry according to Wikipedia. Let’s hope that the waters of Jupiter in Cancer will wash away any moral animus in the wake of this case, no matter what happens. Our immediate future might depend upon it. By the way, Martin is Martian, which of course is derivation of Mars, the God of War.
So what’s it going to be like for all signs over the next twelve months with Jupiter in Cancer? Read on and discover your destiny:
Quite simply Aries, plant yourself wherever you are. Your meanderings and restless heart need solid ground no matter what’s taking place in your life. If the soil is hard, work it. Break it down and build it up. There’s no guarantee that the next stop will be any better. The sooner you start, the faster your process will take place. By the time Jupiter moves into the more amenable sign of Leo, you’ll be ready to claim the royal bounty as a result of your willingness to face yourself by staying where you are.
Expand your ability to think and communicate. If you ever wanted to learn a second or a third language, this would be a very good time. This Jupiter is oh-so mutually receptive to you. It loosens up your hard pack clay and you are supple, pliable and even moist. For those of you that are entrepreneurially inclined, starting your own business could be a good thing. Just make sure it includes flowers, scents and delicious things to eat. If you do, success is almost guaranteed.
It’s an astrological cliche that when Jupiter swings into the second house that ones providence rises in proportion to it’s snug position. So Gems and Gem rising, rest assured that the struggle to survive gets a twelve-month-reprieve and its not anything you’ll do, but what you’ve already done. Just make sure you finish the big ticket items and then sit back and watch the blessings roll in like the tide.
You’ve been waiting for this season for the last four years. Your Hejira has come to end of sorts. The hard cardinal angles are still going to bear down upon you, but you have a significant shield that makes life just a little easier, a little more trustworthy than it has been in recent memory. Dare I say that you’ll even be lucky? Luck is not some mystical force for the most part. It’s a type of mental/spiritual/emotional concordance that when achieved, allows for miracle and magic to manifest. Luck at it’s highest form is grace and you’ve got it. Stay humble and expand into what you do best. Love.
A spiritual home is just as important as a physical domain and for the next twelve months you’re in search of yours. It could lead you to Katmandu or The Alley Kat Bar & Grill, it doesn’t matter where, what does matter is how you feel when you are there or anywhere for that matter. Reality will be an inside out affair for you, so honor it and allow your inner life to bless you with a feeling of coming home, again and again and again.
Everyone needs a community and you are about to find yours. While you are not the consummate loner, your number is nine, the number of the hermit in the major arcana, so you do have your hermetic tendencies, which is not the same as being a loner. You’re okay with yourself and doing the things you like. Loners make choices to be separate and that’s another discussion altogether. That said, you are about to be met by others that are like minded and hearted and guess what? You’re prickly Virgo ass is gonna have some fun with your new found friends and if you’re paying attention, you’ll start something interesting with them, like a co-op, a farm or a film company that specializes in documentaries.
This cardinal magic hits you where you need it most–in your chosen profession–but not in a way that you think. You might think that this might mean a new job, a promotion, maybe even a new career. Well, those are all possible, but not the immediate payoff here. This aspect is about going deeply into what you do. Libra has a bit a of a bad rap as being an auteur, versus an artist and not knowing the difference between the two. You can bridge that gap by dropping down into your art/work and channeling as much empathy as possible. In so doing, your airy ideas are filled with thunderstorms and clouds of joy alike. Allow yourself to be touched and give your all, in all you do.
Activating your higher purpose has everything to do with your being able to transform the intensity of your life experience into something resembling faith. I look at someone like AAron Hernandez, the Patriots TE with the troubled past who is in jail awaiting a murder trial. Sometimes I wonder if the likes of Hernandez are here to channel the darkest parts of our nature, taking on our collective psychopathology like deadly empaths with brutal karma. I wonder this because he’s a Scorpio and somehow couldn’t transform the suffering of when he lost his father as a teen into some greater realization and higher ground. But that’s what you’re all about for the next 12 months. Don’t worry, you’re not going to want to kill anyone and it’s going to be easier than you think. You’re out of the darkness. Round up to the next, most positive emotion and oh, get away if you can. You need a really good vacation.
Jim Morrison was credited with being rock’s first shaman, though I think that’s being a tad generous. Shamans actually care about the life of the tribe and yet while there’s no doubt that the Lizard King could descend into raging fugue states, often with the help of powerful psychedelics and alcohol, I never got the sense he gave a shit about anyone other than Jim. Think of yourself as Morrison but without the heavy trips. Your plunge into the nether regions of the psyche will do you well. Regard it as an amazing journey into a psycho-spiritual realm, where you are renewed by sacral forces that bring with them sublime knowledge and an overwhelming sense of well being. But here’s the catch–unlike Morrison you have to care. If you don’t the sleeping dragon will not be kind to you–trust me.
Everyone’s heart has to melt sometime and guess what? This time is yours. Yes, your polar ice caps are gonna, drip, drip, drip away. That means the waters rise and with it, your emotional state as well. When that happens, people will sit up and take notice. You’ll be accessible and even approachable. Guess what that means? People get to see your softer side, you know, the one that’s actually interested in others. If you don’t play with this energy, well, you’ll miss out on a lot of meaningful emotions and maybe, just maybe true love. The other option? Well, you could remain steadfast in your in your serious profile, but you’d miss 12 months that could take 12 years off your life with the right person. Sounds like a good tradeoff to me.
I’m hard on Aquarius sometimes as I’ve seen not much good coming out of the manufactured revolutionary cycles and personalities that history has given us, like the Bolshevik Revolution, Saul Alinsky and The Beatles, but I refuse to give up on you since I have Chiron in Aquarius. I have to embrace my own revolutionary wound. Here’s something that might help us both; Radical Service. Ponder that one for a moment, because that’s your mission. Find ways to use your brilliance on behalf of others, not an ideal, but a real purpose. Bring some much needed compassion and you’ll dazzle the world with a new brand of care, an ideology that is love in action.
We come to the dreamer, the lover, the martyr, the paranoid, the saint. Yes, that’s you. What if I told you that you were going to get all that you want and more over the next twelve months, however, there would be one, simple caveat and that is that you would have to be unabashedly you. Yep. That’s right. No more hiding out or trying to fit in. Can’t get the prize wearing a disguise. Your triple-hot fudge-happiness-sunday cannot be savored unless you are willing to take the risk of the rest of the world seeing just how marvelous, kooky, spooky, weird sweet you are. If you do that, I promise that the next year will exceed even your wildest expectations.
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Sitting in the middle of the country, it seems like I can get a bird’s eye view of the extremities crashing in on magnetic waves from the left and right coasts. Being smack dab in the middle is perhaps more metaphoric realism than I can handle.
Just this past week, Rob Brezsny posted this on Facebook; “”As much as we might be dismayed by the actions of our political leaders, I hypothesize that toppling any particular junta, clique, or elite is irrelevant unless we also overthrow the sour, puckered mass hallucination that is mistakenly called “reality,” including the part of that hallucination we foster in ourselves. The revolution begins at home. If you overthrow yourself again and again, you might earn the right to help overthrow the rest of us.”
Sounds great and golly wonderful on the surface, but I’ve heard this refrain from Brezsny before. He never wants to get his hands dirty or sullied when it comes naming perps, pointing out obvious agendas or stopping liars in their tracks. It’s this kind of spiritual solipsism that I couldn’t wait to get away fast enough from in California.
Since I’ve heard it from Rob before, or some variation of it, it feels like he’s saying, “There’s nothing you can do about it, so you might as well just do that rigorous navel gazing often defined as “inner work.” It reeks of a type of spiritual impotence masquerading as sage wisdom. Overthrow your own stifling regime first. That sounds great, but what does it mean and when are we supposedly ready to get back to the business of re-claiming the world from the psychopaths that snatched it from us?
Brezsny isn’t alone. I’ve heard variations on the theme from the likes of Mark Morford and Caroline Casey.
They don’t or won’t tackle the knotty issues of our time, like Chemtrails, 911 and the thorny rise of a totalitarian state through excessive debt that’s used as massive leverage against countries, including this one. But Rob, in particular chooses to deflect any type of focused attention on these subjects.
Meanwhile, in New York, the art-damaged millennial, Damien Crisp and I got into it on FB. Crisp apparently is some kind of well known Occupier. Unlike Brezsny, he’s down for revolution. He stands with the people of the the world in their urgent struggle against corporations and militarized tyranny. Like Rob’s taoist dictum, it sounds good on the surface, but drill down a little and you’ll find out that Crisp hates the USA and wants to see it fail and fall as the USA and it’s policies are the reason why the world is such a dreadful mess. I told him that it’s a planned demolition and the desecration of the county was a conscious manipulation, a poison PR, toxifying the global perspective of the USA so when it goes down in flames, people won’t care and will even cheer it on. I also told him to be careful what he wished for, because he might get it and the result might be even worse than the rapid free fall we’re in now.
Unlike Brezsny, he’s game for just about anything, unfortunately, he has no grounding on who did what, when and why. He’s never heard of the “Creature From Jeckyl Island,” Col. House, Bernard Baruch and the “Hell Bomb” or the dark networks that have intertwined and coiled like serpents together over the folds of history.
He wasn’t interested in these “theories.”
I’ve encountered this before with the so-called, turned on left. They never want to know names, or dates, or histories, or internecine connections. They’re much more comfortable with broad and monolithic labels like, “The Oligarchy,” “The Elite,” and now, “The One Percent.” Never mind who they are.
Crisp was just interested in ripping apart the top-down structure–that’s it.
So on side of the country there’s Rob Breszny whose only call to action is inaction and on the other, there’s Crisp who is ready to throw down, but only if it’s global nihilism with a Marxist twist..
So I decided that it would probably be best if all three of us had a cage match to determine whose overarching theory of how to save the world while ridding it of it’s evil scourge would win. I think it would go something like this.
Brezsny would show up in a pink, one piece wrestling leotard with a hole cut out for the navel, because that’s where he would place a diamond sutra. He’d have to wear Chuck Taylor’s and some of those old 3D glasses from the 50′s for ironic effect.
Crisp would no doubt agonize over his choice of attire, wanting it to be a statement of some sort, but not too much so that he could then be accused of some sort affected hipsterism. He’d probably show up in a pair of leather Gucci shorts that he would have torn, burnt and peed on as some sort of anti-corporate statement. I think he’d probably have his entire body given a Brazilian wax, so that he could stand in solidarity with the people of Sao Paolo.
Of course, I’d have to wear a pair of Ben Davis overalls, because they’re still made in America, but I’d also have to wear a hemp t-shirt underneath, just let people know that I have some alternative cred as well. I’d also have to shave my head because somebody has to be the bad guy and besides, I wouldn’t want Crisp to pull my hair.
Here’s how the epic, battle royal would go down. I think Rob and I would go at it, pummeling our well worn, middle aged bodies into the canvas of oblivion. But I think I can take Rob. My inner redneck is crazier than his inner bolshevik and I have Mars square Sun, which is thermonuclear when activated. While Rob and I are duking it out, Crisp will be Occupying the turnbuckle.
Just as i am about to put Brezsny into an iron-cross-hammer-lock, the same one that the Tibetans taught Hitler’s officers, Crisp flies off the turnbuckle, spouting Derrida, as he jumps onto my back like a jackal. Of course, while he’s going after me, Breszny recovers and is teaming up with Crisp, because if you go far enough to the edge of any extreme, they’ll both meet up and then do some sort of sweaty, ideological man hug thing.
It’s not looking good for yours truly, but just about the time when Crisp is going rip my overalls off me as sort of some symbolic gesture, there’s a flash of light and before us, Jesus appears. Although it looks a lot more like SiStar MyRah than Jesus, much to the surprise of the viewing audience.
SiStar MyRah tells us to stop–we do. Then she says that, “We’re just a by-product of strategy set up to divide and conquer all of us and that we should work together to defeat the real evil on the planet.”
Dumbfounded and in awe of this miracle, we shake our heads yes. “Okay then” she says, “Let’s make it happen!
Before we know it, right before our very eyes, the forces of evil are summoned to do battle with us, right there, right then. It’s kind of like that old Star Trek episode where Kirk, Spock, Abe Lincoln and some famous Vulcan have to fight the most evil men of the universe throughout all time on a neutral planet, refereed by an alien that looks like a giant clump of dogshit with Christmas lights.
There before us are Dick Cheney, Hilary Clinton, Benjamin Netenyahu and Bill Gates. In theory, the only one I’m worried about is Bibi, since I know he’s got some badass Kravmaga training from his IDF days.
I remind SiStar MyRah that there’s four of them and just three of us. She says don’t worry, I’ve added another member to your team. I look to my left and it’s David Wilcock! SisTar MyRah says, “I tried to find a woman to fight Hilary, but David was as close as I could get.” She also tells me that it’s been nearly ten days since Hilary’s last botox treatment and that all we have to do is hold a mirror up to her and she’ll go into full on Medusa mode.
I look at Cheney and he might not be as much of a pushover as we think. In fact, he has a new heart and the dark rumor is that it’s Trayvon Martin’s. That’s the last thing we need; the heart of an angry, young, black male whose was life was cut short. If it’s true, Cheney could be trouble. Now he supposedly has a member the size of Delaware and I doubt that even the most sophisticated supporters could hold that in.
I tell Breszny to go to the dragon’s head, because that’s where he’ll defeat the beast. Luckily, Wilcock had been working on a hyperbolic refractor that doubles as a mirror and he brought it with him. Snakes ahoy!
I mention to Crisp that Gates could be a lot more dangerous than he appears. He might have a few shots of some wicked ass vaccines hidden in his boot.
It looks like I get Bibi. I’m already exhausted from the previous match so I have to think fast. I look into the audience and there’s a hot dog vendor. I ask him if the hot dog is beef or pork and he says “pork.” Hallelujah! I grab it and brandish it right in from of Bibi’s grill. He steps backwards. It’s like kryptonite. This flaccid bludgeon of porcine menace has become my excalibur! I’m slapping Bibi in the face repeatedly with it. He’s helpless–can’t do a thing. It’s so bad, it’s like a scene from the Three Stooges and I’m Moe and he’s Curly. I’m just about to plunge the sweaty dog right into his third eye and all of sudden it’s grabbed right out of my hand by Crisp flashing a wicked grin! I’m not sure if he’s a double agent or is so hell bent on America’s destruction that like the scorpion and the frog, he just can’t help himself.
Well, by now, Bibi has recovered and summoned a 3,000 year-old Babylonian demon to finish me off. It looks bad. Lights out for America. And then I hear Breszny, “Just surrender man.” And that’s what I do. I lay back on the canvas and await my fate and just when the demon is about suck my soul dry, they all disappear–every single one of them–except SiStar MyRah. She says to me, “Robert this was all for you. All of it. You created every single one of them. Even me. And now that you let go of the struggle and the fight, they have dissolved and now I will go as well. But remember you couldn’t get here without the struggle.” And I ask, “What about them, did they get the same lesson too.” She replied, “it doesn’t matter because you’re free now and they don’t even exist. Oh and one other thing. Drop the hot dogs. Your blood pressure is 140 over 99.” And with that, she was gone.
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Shedding the rings of Saturn.
LeBron James is one of the more fascinating people to follow in the world of sports and while his athletic prowess no doubt contributes to it, there’s also something about James that sets him apart from other uber stars like Jordan, Magic, Kobe and Dr. J when he’s compared to them. But it’s not just the too and fro, the tug and pull on his legacy by the ghosts of the NBA’s past and present, but it’s the aura of expectation that’s doggedly followed him since he was plastered on the cover of Sports Illustrated as a high school player. It was as if we were being groomed for the coming of the messiah and indeed, when he joined the ranks of professionally paid men, as opposed to professionally paid boys, he was dubbed, “King James” by the media but he has been treated unlike his namesake many times over his career.
Something interesting happened in age six of the NBA finals against the San Antonio Spurs. First, let me just get this out of the way; ALL SPORTS ARE FIXED. There, I said it. And I love sports. In my heart of hearts, I know that my beloved A’s will never win the world series again in my lifetime unless MLB deems it necessary that they even arrive there in the first place. Last year, they stormed their way from eight games under .500 to beat Texas on the final day of the season capping what was one of baseball’s most unlikely runs in recent memory. ESPN and most of the East Coast media did everything in their power to ignore the A’s considerable achievements. Keep in mind that ESPN is owned by Disney, the company that’s responsible for creating alternate realities for you from the day you are born.
The A’s wound up drawing the Tigers who were sporting the eventual triple crown winner and MVP in Miguel Cabrera along with a handsome fastballer named Justin Verlander who could get it up to 100+ on the radar gun, then snuggle up to swimsuit goddess Kate Upton after the game. Whoever thought Detroit could be glamorous?
In game one of their playoff series, Verlander was on the mound against the A’s in Commerica Field in Detroit. While he was in good form, the generous and movable strike zone made him even better. It was as if home plate ump, Jim Reynolds was trying to lock in a wobbly star gate behind home plate. This made an already elite pitcher nearly invincible. Verlander was getting strike calls a good foot off the plate and a team that is noted for working the count and walking to get men on base were taken out of their game. They swung at horrible pitches and let good ones drop in for strikes. Their heads were as messed up as Lindsay Loahan’s after a nitrous oxide and Patron binge with Andy Dick at the Chateau Marmont.
They lost that game and wound up losing to the Tigers 3 games to 2, with the final one in Oakland, where you know who and the incredibly expanding strike zone was pitching.
Once MLB had the Yankees and Tigers playing for the right to go to the World Series, they were playing with house money. On the Detroit side, they had stars. On the Yankee side, they had legacy and the largest fan base in the country. Ideally, I think MLB would have loved to have seen the Cardinals get in again, but the Giants and their strange magic foiled their plans. But it didn’t matter. They could sell Cabrera, Verlander and Prince Fielder no matter who the Tigers played.
I got off the beaten path here a bit and I promise I will get to astrology and LeBron, but I had to exorcise some demons here.
You see, game six of the NBA finals was fixed. I am not Spurs fan. In fact, I have mostly given up on pro basketball for this very reason. I remember when it really hit home. I think it was 2006 and the Lakers were playing the Suns in the playoffs. The Suns were on fire. Steve Nash and Amare were on fire. They were the better team, but i was noticing how the laker players were able to beat up on the Suns with very few fouls called against them. Meanwhile, if the Suns wanted to play the game the same way the Lakers did, they would be penalized to the max. In fact, I had never seen more phantom calls go against one team in a series. Let’s be perfectly clear; David Stern wanted to, needed to have the Lakers in the finals since it would elevate the star status of a young Kobe Bryant, while also ensuring that the country’s largest media market would be tuned in for every game along the way.
Kobe’s rise would mean more jersey sales and more money for the league as a result. Who in their right mind would want to buy a Kurt Thomas jersey?
Stern can run his sports mafia with the owners any way he wants. It’s their business. But please, don’t try to con us into believing that fair play and balanced officiating are the league’s golden rules. They are not. The league is manipulated for a nubbier of reasons, but most of which are purely monetary.
So it didn’t surprise me one bit when San Antonio lost in such a heart breaking fashion. They had the Lawrence O’Brien trophy at court side, ready to present it to the Spurs when The Heat made their “miraculous” comeback contributing to San Antonio’s epic collapse.
During the fourth quarter, our poster boy, LeBron James, yes him, took off his iconic headband and took the game over while doing so. It was a powerfully symbolic gesture that might have longterm repercussions for James’ life and career.
James is a Capricorn, born 12/30/84, however his time of birth is unusually hard to find. Most charts have him as an Aries rising which is often the default for setting a chart without the birth time. It’s an interesting sidelight because there are people who think that LeBron is much older than his birth certificate suggests. Some people think that he was actually around twenty when he graduated from high school. Certainly as a Capricorn, he would show both physical and emotional maturity at an early age. We know he’s a Capricorn but what else can we determine from his chart as we get into some rectification and how does it relate to the LeBron saga of the 2013 playoffs?
I decided to set his TN on the ASC just like Nostradamus would have and look at his chat from that perspective, but when I started playing around with the late Taurus ASC which would put his TN spot on it, I stopped at 0 Taurus for a number of reasons. The first being that his strength is often compared to that of a bull. It also places his TN at the end of the 1st, but allows him to actualize his identity through the TN and the first house. Taurus is also associated with $$$ and King James has plenty of it.
One of the things that we can use as a marker is the placement of his Moon, which is in the 12th House, in Aries. James was rocked by a bit of scandal a few years back as his Cavalier team mate, the crazy Delonte West was rumored to be having an affair with James’ mother. The Moon in the 12th is scandalous and West’s Leo Sun show’s up in James’ fourth house or the house of the mother.
Friends like Maverick Carter and Rich Paul have played a large role in his life, going all the way back to high school. James has Venus and Mars in the 11th house of friends. Carter set up “The Announcement” where James sat one-on-one with Jim Gray for 30 minutes to tell the world that he was not going to play for the Cavaliers and instead, “take his talents to South Beach.” This was an egregious error on the part of both James and Carter, but with Mars in Pisces in the 11th, better judgment with friends is often sacrificed and LeBron became a sacrificial goat with aggressive Mars in the sign of the ultimate sacrificer. Remember, the 11th House rules media.
We can see his long term commitment to his childhood sweetheart, Savannah Brinson in the 7th House of relationships, where he has Saturn in Scorpio. Yes, he is going through his Saturn Return and this is significant. He’ll either marry Brinson in the off-season or they will likely split.
Jove, the god of good fortune resides in his 10th House of Fame and Career. It’s in Capricorn, so we can see him playing for a very long time. His Cap Sun is in the 9th and also nicely poised for athletic achievement. And while he never went to college, he is smart and even philosophical. When asked about his performance or lack thereof in clutch situations, James responded to his critics that they would get up the next day and return to their trivial lives (I’m paraphrasing here) and he would go back to being LeBron James and being really okay with that. it was as brazen as it can get with a pro athlete, who has a complex love/hate relationship with fans. They love and need them for the power transference and yet cannot stand them and even resent them at times. James came as close to any athlete in recent memory in admitting it as such.
All of this makes for some substantiation in this version of the rectified chart. But let’s get to the really good stuff.
In the fourth quarter of game six, James discarded his customary head band. He’s conscious of his receding hairline and the headband hides it somewhat. But keep in mind that he’s also a capricorn and ruled by Saturn. The headband on the chrome dome is symbolic of the ring of Saturn and James unyoked himself from it. In doing so, he led the Heat on a furious comeback, with lots of help from weird Joey Crawford. There was something defiant and out of character in that moment for James.
It’s been rumored for a while that he’s part of the quote-un-quote Illuminati’s stable of pro athletes. His pyramid mudras and Baphomet gestures don’t do much to dispel those rumors and yet, he hasn’t had that soul compromising moment that all the other great ones have had. Michael Jordan was told to retire early by David Stern due to his wild and dangerous gambling addiction. The Jordan had to deal with the strange death of his father James that had all the earmarkings of an ugly payback.
Kobe had his rape charges in Colorado
Magic had to deal with not just HIV, but unseemly rumors about multiple bi-sexual relationships, including one with Lakers owner, Jerry Buss.
James hasn’t had to deal with these extremely compromising life situations . . .yet. He’s ridden the waves of his natural talent while flirting with the heat of the dark side, acting the role of the villain gone south, rather than staying on to be the local hero. But somehow, I can’t undo the thought that James broke with his handlers two nights ago. That the casting off of the headband was more than just some totemic adjustment. Perhaps in the dark and dank world of David Stern’s Babylonian sports court, LeBron just might have broken ranks. We’ll see how it unfolds tonight as we approach the Supermoon in James’ own sign; Capricorn over the weekend.
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This is no Arab Spring.
Last night, I got a dispatch from Turkey through a friend. There’s layers of human experience running through the three separate posts to friends on FB; hope for a better form of democracy, envy of the EU and the “European” way of life and fear that Erdogan will set the whole thing on fire and a country that has risen for the better economically over the last five years could be split apart by the opposing forces of freedom and control. It always comes down to those two, doesn’t it?
But there was another piece that his Turkish friend touched on and that was the bulk of Turkey’s protestors. They are young. As he states it, “They were born in the nineties.” Here is how he describes them; “Dear friends, The core of the protesters are made up of kids born around 1990, so they are called the ’90 generation. They are a different breed, part of the global cyber-generation with individualistic, environmentalistic, spiritual and freedom values – when did we become so old?:) Their creativity and sense of humor disarmed the sternest opponents. This caricature circulated within hours of moms arriving at Taksim:) Square. The Prime Minister gave an ultimatum and asked the parents of the activist kids to take them back home to safety within 24 hours, or else… Within hours, their mothers came to the park where their kids had set up camp over the last two weeks…and formed a human chain-shield between them and the police. As of now, the Prime Minister is seeing the representatives of protesters. We remain hopeful of a reasonable solution and a new era of better democracy.”
It’s an amazing scene as mothers support their children, forming protective bands around them in the solidarity of blood, the transmission of energy from the core of the feminine essence of God, protecting their legacy and the future of Turkey itself. This, is love unconditional.
Of course the generation he’s talking about is Pluto in Scorpio and likely a smidgen of Pluto in Sag as well as the first wave of that generation is around sixteen/seventeen right now. Take notice world. These two generations pack a massive wallop. The millenials, the Pluto in Scorpio kids have ZERO fear. They are willing to meet just about anything head on with a force and intensity that no other generation has exhibited, save maybe the boomers. Some are nihilists, some are anarchists, others are simply tired of being pushed around.
It’s ironic that there’s such a push on bullying in public schools, while the mass bullying of communities and cultures goes mostly unchallenged. There’s a story circulating on the Net about an animal control officer in Florida that killed five stray kittens with a handgun in front of the mother that called animal control and her kids who had found the feral brood. Since when do animal control officers carry handguns and when did we authorize this type of psychic brutality? Where’s the SPLC on that one?
I’m digressing just slightly, but these kids have had a enough and when I say that, I see them as being the psychic repositories of all the generations before them over the past sixty years. Scorpio is truly the first transpersonal sign. It’s the continental shelf of the zodiac, where shoreline drops off into unfathomable depths. They are carrying and channeling all of the failure, repression, suppression and burden of every generation before them, starting with Pluto in Leo, then Virgo, and Libra. All of their angst and social impotence are stored up in their collective memory and they will do as Scorpio does; work it out. They are the shadow masters who will reflect back everything that has been denied and pushed aside and they will do it with a supernatural fury.
One of the challenges with this group is that they could be manipulated to an extent and controlled by sly pied pipers, playing to their vulnerable extremism, but they’d better do it early, because once this group gets burned by a movement or a leader and they all recognize it, they will fall for it no more. That’s Scorpio in action.
They’re also an extremely occult group that has no problem tapping into illuminati fashion and symbolism, because at a superficial level, these arcane tools present a certain amount of power as sigils, signs and systems of manipulating and controlling their environment. With Saturn in Scorpio, Saturn is transiting across their Pluto and they are coming alive, activated before our very eyes.
The global elite have had no problem feeding them their Luciferic brands as they work arduously towards externalizing the hierarchy, but they need to be careful about what they are doing, because once these kids move beyond the fashion phase and sniff out the real rats, they’ll turn their formidable numbers and force back on them. Who’s gonna run this town?
We’re going to witness something we’ve never see before with this group. They will either save this planet or burn it down.
The Pluto in Sag kids who are starting to emerge will have no stomach for lies of any kind and they are going to be as physically gifted as the Pluto in Scorpio kids are psychically gifted. I was reading about the 16 and under USA basketball team and they are raving about the talent level, comparing it to the Jordan/Barkley era of the NBA. The Pluto in Sag kids are warriors. Will they get along with their Plutonic antecedents? It remains to be seen as they will exhibit a type of morality that Pluto in Scorpio will not adhere to. This could lead to a deep philosophical schism between these two transpersonal generations. But what we do know is that this is not business as usual on Terra. There are forces afoot that are going to change the way we live, for better or worse and they are under thirty. Let’s hope they can tap into the authenticity of their karmic mission and activate the evolutionary codes by equalizing the hypocrisy and tyranny of the ages.
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