LIMINAL LIMITS REACHED: Saturn/Neptune on the Brink

March 28, 2025

I was going to begin my three-day weekend break from daily posting today, but the historic Neptune/Saturn situation — both moving from Pisces to Aries (Neptune March 31, precedes Saturn May 27), to then join together and remain nearly exactly conjunct, at 0-1° Aries, through August — just won’t let me go. This truly is a liminal moment in time. Reminds me of the fabled 1960s (1962-68) when long-cycled planets Uranus and Pluto joined together for the first time since the Civil War. I was in my 20s at the time; the mass unconscious process that infected society completely upended my boring life as a good girl/wife/mother/graduate student.

(Couple these historic shifts with tomorrow’s New Moon/(partial) Solar Eclipse in Aries, further cementing the shift from the old to the brand new; it appears we truly have been stirring the ashes of what we’re leaving behind only to plant the seeds of what is to come. NOW!)

Okay, back to Neptune/Saturn.

I tend to find Maureen Richmond’s astrological posts extremely well articulated, and especially appreciate that she has absorbed pioneering humanistic astrologer Dane Rudyhar’s recognition of the cyclical nature of time into her very bones. And it’s not just one time cycle, but as many as can be said of anything ephemeral that can be nailed down as having begun at one particular moment in time. Which means, astrologically:  the fullness of meaning embedded in the time/space arc of any planet, as well as any astrological conjunction cycle between two planets, can be discerned, or at least contemplated, upon reflection, for both individuals and within the slowly evolving zeitgeist.

Or to put it another way: each of us a sovereign soul (Aries) at one with all (Pisces).

Or yet another: both our own individual lives (Aries), and the mysterious unconscious mind that unites us all (Pisces), are in motion.

Aside: had I not discovered Rudyhar’s profound understanding of astrology as an ever-widening framework to include  the multitude of disjointed events, themes, and relationships in my own unusually peripatetic life, I would not have been able to consciously appreciate the ever-deepening, ever-penetrating layers of meaning I can now, at 82 years of age, ascribe to that life!

So here we are, with both Saturn and Neptune approaching ground zero, the brand new beginning at 0° Aries, but seemingly stuck, for awhile now, in the final, foggy, soggy degrees of Pisces. There could not be two signs as different in kind as Pisces and Aries! Ignitiatory fire arises from fertile, impregnated water. BOOM!

Maureen Richmond

2025: The End of An Era

 

Excerpt:

 Independent of geopolitical stresses arising from international tensions and changes in political administrations, the psychospiritual effects of planetary cycles affect human psychology from beyond the world of appearances.

Though the mainstream media would most assuredly have the public believe differently, the cause of such feelings is not primarily political. Donald Trump, the abolition of federal agencies, the mass laying off of federal employees, the deportation of non-citizen persons, the involvement of Elon Musk in government audit, and mistakes in the use of chatting apps, though assuredly disturbing to at least 27% of the American population, do not rise to the level of true metaphysical cause. Instead, these recent events are simply effects of greater influences and not causes in and of themselves.

What does drive these feelings of collapse, loss, and sorrow is a very real astrological situation. It’s the fact that three profoundly powerful astrological cycles terminate in this year of 2025. In order of strength and power of punch, they are: 1) the 36-year Saturn-Neptune cycle, 2) the 14-year transit of Neptune through Pisces, and 3) the 2 ½ year transit of Saturn through Pisces, all of which begin to terminate in 2025.

Read through the entire post. Well worth it. Includes an unusually clear elucidation of Rudyhar’s insight as to the cyclical nature of time, when viewed through the multidimensional lens of astrology.

 

 

Invisible Covid Tendrils Persist

March 27, 2025

Three days ago, a sudden, flooding reminder of the mass mind control fear virus that gripped the global population five years ago: one of my young housemates, who was beginning to get a sore throat, texted the two of us, from behind her closed bedroom door, that she had “tested positive for covid.”

Oh gawd . . . here we go again. I could feel the remnant tendrils of fear suckers swirling around me, trying to dig inside me . . . meanwhile, knowing full well that both my wonderful young female housemates were, of course, thoroughly indoctrinated into the mass mindset of our times.

Okay. Now what?

Oddly enough, the very day before I had wondered about her, asking myself, “how long before she gets sick?” due to her diet that mainly consisted of leftovers from the restaurant where she works, usually heavy on white flour and sugar . . . “Oh well, she’s young. She can probably get away with it,” I thought, and and tossed off my concern.

And now, the very next day, sick! With the deep state cover of “covid”!

So of course, she was concerned lest we “get” covid from her, and wanted to stay in her room except for using the bathroom and kitchen, which she would only do when neither of us was nearby. She asked if I had a mask. I did, having never used it, and gave it to her.

I also offered to give her some Ivermectin but, terrified — no surprise to me — she declined. This, despite my entreaties to just try it, it heals all sorts of dis-eases!

Okay. Here we go.

We settled in to this new reality, with my other housemate spending as much time as possible out of the house, or using the kitchen only when she knew her sick housemate wouldn’t be there — like early yesterday morning, when I noticed she had opened a bottle of firewater that she had purchased, and was beginning to consume it. Good.

I repeated to her what I have said often before, that what I call my chai tea elixir, a new batch of which I replenish with filtered water and reheat all day long, has been the mainstay of my immunity support since late 2019, when, not knowing why, I went to our local coop and picked out the bulk ingredients that would become my special tea. Not knowing then that each one had either antibacterial or antiviral capacities. That I would be drinking five cups of fresh made batches of this tea daily for the next five years — and onward! And, BTW, not getting sick despite numerous folks around me doing so. And BTW: I’m sure I’ve been shedded on all this time too, since they’ve all taken the vax. But whatever! My 82-year-old immune system is apparently well fortified.

Then, two day later, the roommate who was sick, started to say “it’s just a cold.” I, of course, was glad to hear this, as I had given her a little rundown on the “covid tests,” and how when covid was big time, flu was nonexistent. What?

So, that day she was in the kitchen by herself, and masked, I asked her how her boyfriend was doing (they had met for a few minutes on the screened in porch for the first two days, both times masked, and the second time he had one of those really fortified, pointy nosed masks on). She hesitated, before saying, “Oh, he’s okay.” Sensing her new responsiveness, I noticed myself taking the opportunity to explain to her my deeper attitude towards “viruses.” To wit:

I see each of us as in charge of our own immune system, so that we don’t have to “get” whatever is going around. I see the real danger that we all face is to give into fear. That the invisible fear virus is much more dangerous than any supposed biological virus. That, in fact, way back during the early covid days, I remember being highly aware of how the atmosphere was literally flooded with fear, and that this fear was making people anxious, so that their bodies tensed up, and the stress rendered their bodies became susceptible to infection!

Fear: False Evidence Appearing Real.

“I like that!” she exclaimed. I then went on to explain how decades ago, I had become aware that there are really only two emotions, Fear and Love. That “hate” is simply fear projected, so that we “hate” the one we fear. Fear and Love. Contraction and Expansion.

Stay in Love and the world opens.

She got it.

I’m glad.

Yesterday she felt great, took a long walk in the morning, and went back to work at 3 PM, albeit masked, just to make sure.

If you want to absorb Jeffrey Tucker’s reflections on how the arts are still being flummoxed by the covid con, check this out:

The Post-Lockdown Disorientation in the Arts