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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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The Psychic Albatross

One of the challenges to more exposure is less time. I can remember, back in the day, with Uranus was arcing over my ascendant, just down the road from the petrol pits, I would spend hours at the typewriter, chasing the comet’s tail. It was my lifeline and the current I would plug into, to channel the chaos of the planet, the order of the stars. It’s a bit more difficult these days as I have been tending to and working with a number of clients. However, writing is and always has been the soul of what I do and when I stay away too long, my spirit atrophies in a particular fashion and I feel like an alien at times in my own life. Writing connects me back to my deeper strata and I feel human again.

So let’s crank it up.

Where do we start?

I have been purposefully avoiding Flight 370 for a number of reasons, most of which is that I still do not get a hot, psychic read on the entire affair. We have been goosed with phantom false flags for the past three years. From Aurora to Sandy Hook, to the Boston Marathon, the script reads like a B movie, replete with actors and extras, all from central casting from the Matrix Theater. And if they aren’t stand ins, then they are company hacks, like Ruslan Tsarni (formerly Tsarnaev) who lives on the CIA’s back forty in Bethesda, Maryland.

These sorts of things have always occurred, they were just, well, more hidden, covertly averted from the public’s gaze. Now it’s tattered and messy. The seams on the fabric of this so-called reality are showing more and more often.

These events not only grab our attention but are used to move the needle of public opinion by manufacturing concern, so much that in the case of Sandy Hook, over $27,000,000 has been raised. That’s a lot of concern and yet, when I check in to feel the pulse and heat of these events, I get nothing but void and empty space.

In the case of the Tsarnaev brothers, I do think that they were shot, killed and in the case of Dhozkar, incarcerated. They were the back-up plan, the fall guys for a false flag directed at angry-white-males that got blown up in real time.

So when Flight 370 ducked out of sight and into the 4th dimension, or Diego Garcia, or wherever it was supposed to go, again, I got nothing.

Zero.

Nada.

Then I held back, waiting for more intel, clues, symbols and signs to accrue. The first reason behind the disappearance behind the flight the “official” story had to do with two supposed hijackers from Iran that had stolen passports. When their horribly botched photoshop images came through, it literally had no legs to stand on and that one lasted about 48 hours. This was the terrorist angle.

Then there was the angry pilot, who had a hard on against the Malaysian government, prepped his escape on his home flight trainer, left his wife and kid , took a self incriminating selfie, and piloted flight 370 into the great beyond. This was the lone nut angle.

This lasted slightly longer than the Iranians with the same legs perps narrative.

On the alternative side there’s been talk of patents and Rothschild backed, corporate espionage and even though I love me some Rothschild scandal, this never seemed to fit for me. Why would someone who purportedly has roughly ¼ of the planet’s entire wealth sweat it out over a chip patent? It’s even more questionable since Rothschild sits on the board of Blackstone, which has a controlling interest in Freescale. And, in case of death, those patents pass the company anyway. This made very little sense.

Then there’s the military contractor brain drain personified by Phillip Wood, who stealthily managed to stick an Iphone up his ass and then take a blacked out selfie from his phone with the coordinates of Diego Garcia embedded in the selfie.

My issue with this scenario and the patent scenario in general, is that if a company was going to send their key employees out, why would they want to put them on the same plane? In corporate America, there are often rules in place that prohibit this kind of travel and how did the Rothschilds or the USA gov get the passenger list so quickly and then use their Skyhawk technology to airjack 370 and land it at an undisclosed location? And if that’s the case, then is this an ongoing operation where hundreds of thousands of flight lists are scanned and classified on a daily basis, just for possible scenarios such as Flight 370?

And why are people going out their way to convince all of us that Phillip Wood is very real? Maybe he is, but based on Aurora, Sandy Hook and Boston, where practically no one was real, wouldn’t it makes sense to establish the realness of Phillip Wood and others related to 370?

Okay, then there’s the scenario that the plane would be re-loaded and retrofitted to appear to look like another plane, stuff it with a nuke and fly it to Russia, China or Palo Alto, crash it and kick start WWIII and oh, by the way the Israelis have a mirror of that very same plane hidden in an airport in Tel Aviv.

None of these scenarios sounds all that plausible and quite frankly, it’s opened a sort of small pox version of conspiracy contagion. Even a seasoned decoder like myself is having a hard time believing any of it and trust me, I want to believe!

So let’s turn to astrology where perhaps we might have some clues.

One of the symbols that many people skipped over when looking at Sochi and the Olympics is a massive, statue of Neptune at the edge of The Black Sea. The Winter Olympics are for all intents and purposes a Neptunian event, since they take place on water—frozen water. Notice the fractal periphery of reality embedded in the image of a towering, frozen pyramid on the ocean

The Olympics as a whole are theaters of ritual and initiation, especially the opening and closing ceremonies. The whole Sochi debacle was one bad story after another; cold water, broken doors, stray dogs, lousy food, hacked computers, anti-gay vigilantes, kids with runny noses punching foreigners in the balls, waiters pissing in your bortsch. It was a travesty, a side-show circus more in line with a banana republic than a world power. Putin was a tyrant, but even worse, a con man who staged the Olympics just to fleece the world and make few million, Federal Reserve notes on the side. It seemed like every story was being cranked out by the SPLC, and their stringers, on an hourly basis.

Then, no sooner did the ice melt did OTPOR and Neocons jump on Ukraine. The negative PR for Putin and Russia was all a ploy to paint such an entirely negative picture that if and when they were gonna throw down in Kiev, that Putin had been painted out to be so vile and corrupt that the US and NATO would be doing the world a big favor by shutting him down.

This is the Neptunian fog of deception employed in the effort to discredit and dehumanize any selected foe or opposition, all the while trumpeting the enlightened position and humanity of the accusers. It’s an old, old story.

Neptune stands guard over the ocean in Sochi, trident in hand, stony and silent. He is the guiding spirit and symbol of what was and is going to unfold. It’s also interesting to note that the trident is part of the Ukrainian coat of arms. Hmmmmmm.

Across the ocean, in the same place where there was once two towers, a massive, 1,776 foot obelisk masquerading as a skyscraper is using twin tridents as part of it’s memorial to the buildings that once stood there. The tridents were support columns from the Twin Towers. Across the water, in New Jersey, two more tridents stand erect like antenna, a way station of memory and illusion.

A few months back, Maseratti launched a dark, apocalyptic, commercial that foretells of a coming event. Notice the opening image. It’s a large and cresting wave.The commercial is for a car they are launching in the USA called, “The Ghibli” which is a hot, dust bearing desert wind, from North Africa. They are the equivalent of the Santa Ana winds in Southern California, also known as “Devil Winds.” Maserati’s logo is a trident if you didn’t catch it in the commercial video.

“Ghilbli” is also the name of the film studio of Miyazaki, which has produced a number of magical manga films for children. One of Miyazaki’s most successful films was “Ponyo” which is a story about a fish girl that wants to become a human girl. The backdrop of the story takes place amongst falling satellites and a wobbling moon. The gravitational field of the planet is off and the world is succumbing to rising tides swallowing up the land and only Ponyo’s intervention as a human girl can save the planet.

Now we have the disappearance of Flight 370 at sea. Have a peak at the logo for Malaysian Airlines.

Guess what movie opened last week?

What is the theme here? Rising tides and the antediluvian creation tale of a sinful world, cleansed and purified by them.

What breaks just two days from now? It’s the next generation of Occupy and the artificially, inseminated color revolution. This one is called, “Planet Spring” and is fronted by the Pied Piper of the New World Order, Russell (Hey I’ve kicked drugs—Neptune) Brand. Neptune is the planet of messiahs, gurus and teachers—good and bad.

Who supposedly funded Occupy? Why it was “The Tides Foundation” of course.

The invocation of Neptune exists on a number of levels. The trident is the undersea version of the pitchfork. So there is something slightly demonic when it comes to old Neptune. This demonic undercurrent was transferred to the Marvel Comics super hero, Sub Mariner, who wields a trident and with his pointy ears carries that devilish charisma befitting a prince from Atlantis.

I managed to uncover and interesting issue from the Sub Mariner back catalog, circa Silver Age; “Come The Cataclysm” Guess what? It’s issue number 33.

Nothing is as it seems. People are actors and actors are just people. Crisis is commonplace and the world is peeling away. The reality construct is dissolving into Neptunian mist and ether.

With Chiron and Neptune, both in Pisces, we are looking at profound levels of deception and illusion, but also the conscious return to what we call “God.”

It is in this zone that a particular hexagram of the I Ching takes on a powerful resonance; Dangerous Depths. Here is the definition of hexagram 29, water above and water below.

“Exposure to danger brings good fortune to those who move beyond it. Like boaters passing through white-water rapids, those faced with serious challenges must remain alert. They must take all available precautions and, above all, must keep going forward so as to remove themselves from harm’s way. Once the danger has passed, good fortune awaits.

The positive side of danger is that it offers an excellent chance to cleanse the senses and strengthen the spirit. Surviving danger brings with it tremendous reinvigoration, and sharpens the eye and mind for future challenges.

It is reckless to court danger, but critical to inner development not to shrink from it either. Those who respond to danger most effectively are those who are able to establish an inner bubble of calm in the midst of the action. A calm center keeps one rooted in the moment, alert and focused. Courage at such times springs from focused attention, from a willingness to penetrate the moment of danger to its very core, so as to shape it and transform it.”

Of course much of this can be metaphorical in that we are all on the precipice of rising tides and emotional overwhelm in these times, but there can also be a literal meaning here, especially when we factor in the Cardinal Cross, of which you will have to wait until tomorrow.

Flight 370 (where have we seen these before?), no matter what the “real” story or “real” cause is, is an immersion into deception, depth, illusion and spectacle. This is what “I believe” is the true meaning behind it—that and a portent of massive Earth changes due to the rising social and coastal tides.

When confronted with dangerous depths, it’s time to become a deep diver.

Speaking of Neptune my latest show over at Gaiam TV plunges into the great Neptunian crisis of the planet, from Fracking, to The Gulf Oil Spill, to Fukushima, to the aerosol spraying of Chemtrails, it all gets covered. You can sign up for a free, ten-day-trial at Gaiam, just by clicking THIS LINK.

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Babble on . . .

Last week at SXSW, what was once a hush-hush getaway for music journalists deep in the heart of Texas, getting turned onto indie sounds, soft tacos, warms nights and cheap beer, became a ritual vortex when rapper, Rashad Owens turned his car into a death machine, plowing past barricades on the closed off Red River St. (Blood). Three people have now died, the latest being Sandy Thuy. Le, who died this past Monday.

The mayhem occurred just outside the Mohawk Club at 912 Red River, just a block away from Stubbs, where Lady Gaga would perform the following night, March 13th, which would mark the seventeen-year-anniversary of the Phoenix Lights and the 18th anniversary of “The Dunblaine Massacre.”

On the Stubbs stage, Gaga was puked on by “vomit artist” Millie Brown. Brown drinks colored milk and regurgitates it back in rainbow-like fashion.

Vomiting is a ritual that’s performed in some very dark circles. Obviously there is some Linda Blair back channeling going on here. But at least we have gone from cold, pea soup to rainbow skittle milk–now that’s what I call spiritual evolution!

This is Gaga, doing what she does best, bringing her own, unique brand of pop perversion and stepping it down to the masses, one-day and one block removed from what could now be termed, “The Red River Massacre.”

Owens started his death ride on 9th St. and ended on 11th St…Nine Eleven.

The chart for that event and time shows Saturn in Scorpio in the 12th House, squaring Mercury in Aquarius in the 3rd House. Mercury is movement and travel, the messenger of the gods. In the third house we see an Aquarian gathering on the local level (3rd House) and it is at a hard angle to Saturn roiling in the deep anonymity of the 12th. Scorpio, death is pulling hard on Hermes’ leash. Gaga has her Sun at 7 degrees, just south of transiting Uranus, her Sun is squaring transiting Pluto, which is appropriate because “Gaga” is “Pluto” in Sumerian and it’s a trickster god. She’s another one of Babylon’s whorish manifestations, an energetic projection and incarnation of Jack Parson’s and L.Ron Hubbard’s summoning known as “The Babalon Working.”

In my second installment on ‘”The Babalon Working Part” (Part II) over at Gaiam, I cover the strange and tangled web left behind in the wake of Jack Parsons, Marjorie Cameron and L. Ron Hubbard’s occult, menage-et-trois. The Babalon Working was an invocation of the dark goddess made manifest, risen from the loins Babylon in the latter 20th Century. As a result, we are now living in a daily occult ritual, staged 24/7, where soul thieving pop divas get puked on the stage of BBQ restaurants, while meat is cooked and seared into spiced carbonic clouds and possessed rappers take hold of the wheels of steel, turning it into a life mashing-death-machine.

You can check out the 11th House over at Gaiam and watch this and other enlightening programs for a free, ten-day-trial. Just click here.

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Getting played on the global chessboard

Things move forward, then they move back, sometimes they change places, occupying one spot while the other occupies, well the other. Mercury and Venus are part of the dance. Venus retrograde in Capricorn has been a major force in having us re-visit pour emotional pattern inside of relationships. Capricorn and Saturn often represent some form of karmic agreement/debt. Capricorn is also Baphomet, so with Venus, retrograde in Capricorn, the devil must have his due. It went retrograde back on the 22nd of December, just as the Sun was entering Capricorn and while they were not even remotely in orb, the energy of Capricorn, the heavy hooves of the beast was going to be felt.

For some people, this backward motion represented a trip through time and in my case, a heavy duty, past-life review of all of my previous relationships, good or bad, rise or fall, the indiscriminate screen of emotional projection played out as I saw and felt through the eyes of others. It was both horrific and profound. The Venus retrograde in Cap also helped us understand our values or in some cases, the lack thereof inside of relationship.

One of the areas that I think this has been played out on the global stage is in Ukraine, where we have witnessed a patented, EU/IMF coup, through the back channels of oligarchic power and control. Ukraine on 3/3/14 isn’t that much unlike Libya, Egypt or Yemen. Want to see some cool astrological shit? Let’s go back in time and clock the various revolutions that I spoke of.

• The Yemeni Revolution: 1/27/11 to 2/27/11

• The first, Egyptian Revolution: 1/25/11 to 2/11/11

• The Libyan Revolution: 2/15/11 to 10/23/11

• The Ukrainian Revolution: 2/18/13 to 2/23/15

Notice a trend? All of those “revolutions” took place under the sign of Aquarius. Now we can note that in some way, they are all part of the “Arab Spring” and occurred in domino like fashion, so there is not as much chance for coincidence, but here we are again, with Ukraine and we see the hand of Aquarius, flashing across the screen. As an astrologer, this makes a great deal of sense and makes our job much easier frankly. However, maybe there’s something else taking place and astrology is being used as a propulsive cannon on which events, large scale, global events are launched.

Довн тхе Раббит Холе

Just in case you’re not up on your Serbian, the header for this section is, “Down The Rabbit Hole.” What I am going to attempt to show you and unravel is again, how Aquarius not only comes up as a theme, again and again, when we deal with revolution(s) but also the very strange bedfellows that sleep together under gilded covers, behind the veil.

Meet Srjda Popovic, born 2/1/73. Yes, that makes him an Aquarius. Popovic is the leader of the leaderless group known as Optor. I’ve written about Optor in the past. They were instrumental in the velvet revolutions. Optor was the group responsible for the over throw of Milosevic in Serbia. Popovic has some very interesting aspects. First off, he has a stellium in Aqua; Sun/Moon/Merc. The Sun/Merc conjunction is quite tight, with a 3 degree orb. He also has both Venus in . . . . Capricorn at 25 degrees and it conjuncts Jupiter in Capricorn, exact at 25 degrees. This aspect would give someone like Popovic entre into the realm of bankers, global strategists and oligarchs. We’re talking high level contacts, with high powered Venus in Capricorn, expanded by Jupiter.

Popovic now has other offshoot groups such as “Green Fist” “Ecotopia” and “CANVAS.” CANVAS played an enormous role in the Egyptian revolution. The leaders of the Egyptian uprising had been meeting with Popovic and CANVAS for three years prior to the 1/25/11 revolt. Maidhc Ó Cathail of The Salem-News did a bang up piece on Popovic and the junk bond dollars behind Otpor, The Albert Einstein Institute and other progressive action groups for global change. Here is what he says about the run up to revolution; “On February 9, Al Jazeera aired an episode in its People and Power series entitled “Egypt: Seeds of Change.” The programme offers a revealing behind the scenes look at a core group of activists from the April 6 Youth Movement who played a crucial role in Egypt’s nonviolent revolution.

“This is not a spontaneous uprising,” reporter Elizabeth Jones stressed. “The revolution has been in the making for three years.” The key to its success, we learn, was the instruction April 6 leaders received from veterans of groups like Otpor, the student movement that brought down Serbian president Slododan Milosevic.

Srdja Popovic, a leader of that revolution, we are told, “shared his firsthand experience with April 6.” Mohamed Adel, one of the April 6 leaders, describes his training in Serbia in the tactics of nonviolent resistance, including “how to organise and get people out on the streets.” He brought back videos and teaching aids to help train the other leaders, who are shown “directing the uprising from the start.”

One thing that we can determine from this juicy piece of reportage is that the spontaneous eruption of the human spirit didn’t really occur in the way it’s marketed in the media, but intense, strategic planning and hours and hours of training have gone into these “democratic” uprisings.

However, it’s clear that February and the spirit of Aquarius plays an enormous role in the roll out of these radical displays of democratic spirit.

Life imitates art and the blazing heroes of spontaneously combustible transformation, like Popovic have dark ties to shadowy figures.

Popovic has been linked to Stratfor, the intelligence gathering platform that essentially sells intel to corporations, private individuals and alphabet agencies when needed. Stratfor’s rise is synonymous in some ways to Popovic’s and Otpors. They hit the ground running in Kosovo in 1999 and began data gathering in that region, which has grown into a global operation, however, it’s organizational roots can be traced to the Balkans, where Popovic and Otpor emerged. There have also been deep ties to Otpor and the CIA. Most recently, Popovic’s comrade, Ivan Marovic was outed as having not just ties, but organizational input behind the “Occupy” movement in the states.

The CIA has long been in the business of coups, especially when working hand-in-glove with groups like the IMF and World Bank. They used to do it with a more personal touch, but with professionals like Popovic and Marovic, it’s easier to outsource. So who funds CANVAS and related groups? Again, Maidhc Ó Cathail breaks it down. First off, George Soros is almost always mentioned in conjunction with Otpor. By the way, have you ever noticed how much David Rockefeller looks like George Soros?

But besides Soros, there is another, key player in all of this on the money side and that is former Junk Bond pirate, Peter Ackerman. Here is what Maidhc Ó Cathail has to say about Ackerman’s past and how he amassed his fortune;

“CANVAS works closely with the International Center for Nonviolent Conflict (ICNC), with which it has shared a number of staff members—including Dr. Stephen Zunes, who has collaborated with CANVAS in training Egyptian activists. Founded in 2002, the ICNC is funded entirely by Peter Ackerman, its founding chair. Ackerman, who chaired the board of Freedom House from September 2005 until January 2009, also indirectly funds CANVAS.

Ackerman’s wealth derives mainly from his time at Drexel Burnham Lambert, the Wall Street investment bank that was forced into bankruptcy in February 1990 due to its involvement in illegal activities in the junk bond market. As special projects aide to junk bond king Michael Milken, Ackerman cleaned up. In 1988 alone, he took home a salary of $165 million for his critical role in financing Kohlberg Kravis Roberts’s $26 billion leveraged buyout of RJR Nabisco. But four months before Drexel collapsed into bankruptcy, Ackerman “beat a fortuitously timed retreat” to the International Institute for Strategic Studies in London. While the “king” was sentenced to 10 years for securities fraud, “the highest-paid of all of Michael R. Milken’s minions” emerged as “the big winner” with a fortune of approximately $500 million—prompting one of his former colleagues to complain: “Peter Ackerman is a real Teflon guy.”

Having successfully escaped “the stench of Drexel,” Ackerman completed what BusinessWeek called “an improbable transformation from junk-bond promoter back to scholar.” Prior to his financial exploits, he had written his doctoral thesis under the guidance of Gene Sharp, the Harvard academic whose theories of nonviolent struggle had inspired the velvet revolutionaries. In fact, while he was still working for Milken, Ackerman had been funding Sharp’s Albert Einstein Institution. According to the Wall Street Journal, “A large part of ICNC’s and Canvas’s theoretical arsenal is drawn from Mr. Sharp’s writings.”

I have written about Gene Sharp in the past and even fired up his astrological chart. Sharp, of course is an Aquarian. He is the dean of global revolutions.

So here we have ties to intelligence traders, the CIA, Junk Bond radicals, the man who brought down The Bank of England and the sign of Aquarius in the spirit of rebellion, the launch space of radical trajectory and of course Ukraine. Why do I think Otpor and CANVAS are behind the manipulated revolution in Ukraine? Well, February for starters and the cosmic fingerprints smeared all over it, just like the other “revolutions.” Also, the new Ukrainian PM, Arseniy Yatsenyuk was installed by Victoria Nuland just before she left her position as the Assistant Secretary of State for European and Eurasian Affairs. Nuland’s husband is Robert Kagen, the chief architect behind PNAC, “The Project For A New American Century” which many believe to be the geo-political kerosene behind 911 and the new globofascism that has arisen since then. Nuland has since been replaced by Jen Psaki, who has specialized in communications and is essentially a female version of press secretary, Jay Carney.

I think it’s important to note, that we might be on the precipice of WWIII, either by circumstance or design, it doesn’t really matter. The Russians are threatening a massive sell off of Treasury Bonds if the USA and the EU decides to put sanctions on the former Soviet Union. If that is the case, then not just the US economy, but the world economy will go into a massive convulsion and we will be in a very similar place to what occurred in 1929 when the market crashed. I put together a chart for today, when the Russians announced that they would dump Treasury Bonds and Black Tuesday, October 29th, 1929. Notice where Uranus is in both charts–in Aries–nearly conjunct. Also, look at both Mercury and Venus in the 12th houses of both charts. I chose 6AM for both days as that is basically sunrise in NYC, the nerve center for capital in North and South America, In addition to the comparison with 1929 and the potential monetary crisis, we are also staring down the 100th anniversary of WWI when Gavilo Princip (A Serbian) shot and killed Archduke Ferdinand, which escalated into the first world war. So as Mars reverses, so do we as well, looking backwards into the psychic and cyclic waves of history, repeating and resonating through time.

Will we repeat the crash and burn cycle of the great depression along with the repeat of yet another world war? Well, as we approach the crosshairs of the great, cardinal cross on 4/20. According to Siri, the Gates of Hell are going to open on 7/27, but don’t sleep on 4/20. So in essence, what comes around goes around and comes around again. The revolutions swap their colors, but the revolutionaries rarely change their spots. It’s revolt for business as usual, gas and oil, (yes Ukraine has plenty of that) and the reanimation of cold war ghosts, because we can’t get enough of our daily dose of duality. In the meantime, do something good for your soul. Apologize to someone you have hurt and then go get some real, ice cream. Enjoy the simple pleasures while you can.

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