I’m not reconciled at all with this upcoming eclipse. I keep going back to my last post and there’s a feeling, a vibe that I get when I finish a post, that I did not get when I published it. The feeling I get is usually a rewarding one where I feel more complete, more whole than when I sat down and stared into the grey of a blank screen. After I hit “publish” on the last post, it was more of a relief of having finished it than really capturing the zeitgeist of the aspect.
In the hours after publishing it, I’m still not resolved around the upcoming energy.
As I look at the path of the eclipse, over and over again, I see its troubling shadow grow and expand across the face of asia, crossing over the deeply troubled prefecture of Fukushima and the Daichi power plant, where reactor number four is hanging by a thread. It then stretches across the ring of fire and touches the west coast (where I live) and then moves inland, finally dissipating in the midwest.
Last night I dreamt of a prison camp run by men with broken english. It felt like an encroaching version of an alternate reality that was getting closer and closer. I once lived in a flat in San Francisco that I was convinced was a portal, one of those odd places where strangely attractive phenomenon occurred on a semi-regular basis. There were ghosts and time travel. Last nights dream reminded me of that slipstream in the heart of the mission.
Normally, I can use my Mars in the 8th and Scorpio ascendant to transmute the darkness. I’ve had a lifetimes worth of practice. I was raised by a half-demon father, who would descend in fugues of rage. I studied at the back hand of Varjrapani, seasoning me for the awakening of lives and lifetimes yet to come. And yet, the enormity of this coming eclipse signals to me that this is no mere movement, no arbitrary date to be gotten through. It demands conscious awareness and even skillful preparation; fasting, cleansing, house cleaning, dressing for the event with proper attire.
In ancient times, it was the spiritual elite that had the coordinates of the eclipse passed onto them by court astrologers and viziers. Commoners often were not aware of the eclipse in the making. Thus, by prophesying the advent of the eclipse to his or her followers, the king and queen assumed a special relationship with the heavens, forming an intimate bond with the gods themselves. Knowledge as they say, equals power.
So here we are, staring down the yawning chasm of 2012, Greece is defaulting again and Chase just blew $2 billion large with nary sideways glance from anyone in DC or the media. The breezy nonchalance borders on arrogance, like the deal is already done and there isn’t shit you can do about it. And yet, still, I look at the geometry of the skies for the weekend ahead, trying to visualize it as a lens through which we can pour our conscious intention, firing up the cosmic grid with loving awareness, blending with the energies, then surrendering, letting go.
So, with that in mind, lets take another look at the eclipse.
I keep coming back to Neptune, the squares between it and the Moon, Sun and Jupiter. What do we crave more than anything right now? In a world saturated in genetically modified, high fructose, semi-comatose awareness, we crave the stable and alkalinizing enzymes of the truth. Anything less now just gives us a headache. Neptune is being challenged in the squares. We’re being challenged by the squares.
Versus the always shifting tides of the Moon, we cannot believe everything we feel. Versus the Sun, we question the veracity of solar agents; sun kings and may queens, calling out their unquestioned divine right of rule. Versus Jupiter, we question the absolutism of our beliefs and how willing and able we are to masticate the sacrament of meaning, no matter what ideological shit biscuit is being served up.
This eclipse will challenge that, especially as the Sun and Jupiter move through the house of shadows and light.
What if we could have a collective moment where the scales fall away, even if briefly and we are left with the challenge of explaining it, taking it in, moving through disclosure, disbelief and denial to deliverance? And given that we’re talking about some form of revelation, what would it look like? Could our eyes be trusted? How long before the wizards of spin could delete the memory and conjure a new program in its wake? We’re talking about a flashpoint, something so undeniable that it strains credulity. Could we handle the truth or are our pineal glands far-too-calcified to shine a truly divine light on this holographic domain?
Neptune is also opposing Mars. If some revelation is at hand, would we be too hung up on the Virgoan details, breaking it down into its various particulates until there is nothing remaining save some unrecognizable strands, all twisted up and compromised, like our very own DNA? Eclipse or not, this is the dilemma we face. And guess what? Not everyone has the same investment in ripping the veils of illusion away. Some people make really good money propagating illusion. One of my readers just turned me onto Es Devlin (interesting name, yes?). She’s in charge of designing the closing ceremonies of the London Olympics, just 66 days away on the heels of the eclipse. Miss Es Devlin’s clients include Lady Gaga, Muse, Jay Z, Kanye and others. Her use of full color spectrum and light in her work is quite illuminating.
You see, some people don’t give a shit about the truth, because reaping illusion is a lot more creative, fun and yes, profitable. Even William Blake, who figured mightily in my dream last night loved Milton for his imagination yet also despised him because at the end of the day, he turned “Paradise Lost” into a morality tale.
But the opposition doesn’t have to degrade into disempowerment. Sometimes an opposition is just that–opposition. We can look to the early sixties when Saturn was in Aquarius opposing the True Node in Leo. It heralded the decade that was to follow. In the year that John F. Kennedy was ritually snuffed out, Betty Friedan released “The Feminine Mystique.” Friedan was an Aquarius who has the rare distinction of being born and dying on the same date (Feb 4). The Beatles released their debut record, “Please Please Me” on 3/22. Martin Luther King, Ralph Abernathy and Fred Shuttlesworth were arrested in Alabama, for protesting without a permit, thus launching the civil rights movement. Here we can see the seeds of dissent planted in the consciousness of the collective psyche, which would lead to opposition, controlled and otherwise on a number of fronts.
So the Mars/Neptune opposition speaks of pragmatic and real vs ideal and out of touch. Mars in Virgo really is the masses to be honest with you. Virgo is the most defined and differentiated sign in the zodiac, opposite the undefined and vastness of oneness that is Pisces. Put into this context, keep your eyes on Greece and the bank run now taking place, building momentum, threatening the global marketplace. Monetarily, the masses are antsy and on the move.
Are we feeling better yet?
As the semi-darkness of the eclipse descends upon the streets of Chicago, where the military heads of state gather to plan the next decade of wars, the ghost of Saul Alinksy moves like a shadow amongst the spirit of man, whispering dark stratagems and designs of dualistic proportion over cocktails and ideological immersion. They toast to their brilliance, not even knowing that their supposed thoughts aren’t even their own. Cutting through a well marbled filet, the blood of the heartland’s beasts mingles with the minds of men who sacrificed Christ time and time again over a thousand universes.
More on this very important eclipse in the days to come.