Saturn/Neptune in Pisces: Reflecting on Cultural Scams

November 24, 2025

I’m becoming highly aware of just how much the current Neptune/Saturn conjunction in late Pisces continues to affect/infect my awareness. It’s as if I’ve entered the twilight zone following death, and need to process all my old icky stuff before I can be reborn.

I know I’m not the only one. This conjunction is not only individual, it is cultural. The most dreamy, visionary, idealistic planet Neptune conjunct the most realistic, practical, disciplined planet Saturn. NOT a happy union, but a necessary one. And yes, in Pisces, Neptune’s sign, where all old stuff from the past cannot help but rise up from the depths.

However, notice, in the chart below, how this conjunction happens to be in a magnificent grand trine with many other planets, plus adding Pluto and Uranus to the mix, an astonishingly harmonic geometric configuration, ultimately. But, I’d say, to yield results only if we truly do process our stuff, i.e., have the courage to go back over all that we ignored, denied, and/or took for granted for far too long and which then brought us to this intensely difficult period in world history. A period where we are hopefully preparing for the next exact conjunction between Saturn and Neptune, to take place 0° Aries, on February 20, 2026, which just happens to be the first time at that exact degree, for thousands of years!

https://www.astrologgia.com/blogs/news/saturn-neptune-conjunction-2025-2026

Notice, BTW, that both planets are retrograde, moving backwards. Saturn, however, will turn to go direct on November 28 and Neptune on December 10th. So things should ease up a bit after that.  Even so,  for months now, it’s as if the entire human race has stopped all forward movement in order to return to the twilight zone where we must re-member all that we would prefer to forget, in order to heal ourselves of  individual and collective PTSD which drags us down into the muck and holds us there, too often without our even realizing it.

And, wouldn’t you know, just as I thought this thought, I decided to do a chart for that moment, 8:48 AM:

(Note: whenever I do a chart for the moment, I focus especially on the fast moving Ascendant/Descendant, Midheaven/Immum Coeli degrees for that moment, asking, are there planets on any of them?

So to this one . . .

Aha! Mars exactly upon the Ascendant, which itself, moves one degree every four minutes.

Mars in Sagittarius, the sign it was in when I was born. Now at 14+° Sagittarius, with Ascendant at 15+° Sagittarius. (Mars) energy pushing my own inner Saturn/Neptune in Pisces cogitations into external expression.

 

What interests me especially about this Mars/Ascendant combo:

Sabian symbols for 15° and 16° (always use next whole degree)

15° Sagittarius

The groundhog looking for its shadow on ground-hog day, February 2. 

Keynote: The value of anticipating new turns of events and ascertaining future prospects.

I think back to this morning’s walk: when I spent my time looking at, and trying to figure out the near future, when lots of important and difficult events line up back to back through most of December . . .

16° Sagittarius

Sea gulls fly around a ship in expectation of food.

Keynote: The easily acquired dependence of psychic desires upon the stimulation of social circumstances.

Okay, this one especially rings a loud current bell.

I already mentioned the current Saturn/Neptune conjunction above. Which happens to be in late Pisces, the final sign in the zodiac, with both planets retrograde.

Moving backwards; going back.

This resonates with my current preoccupation: descending into memories, especially memories of the times when I, a natural idealist (Neptune at Midheaven) have been strongly (Saturn) influenced, indeed, I’d say now, scammed, deceived (negative Neptune) by strong (Saturn) invisible cultural currents (Neptune), “the stimulation of social circumstances,” in which I was immersed:

Cultural scams which call out to me at present:

 

Climate Change: which I didn’t stay with long, thank goodness, once I asked what the fuck do they mean when they say we need to see carbon dioxide as a poison . . .

(I remember the day this scam suddenly got yanked out of my brain: I was talking with my permaculture teacher, and found myself asking him: why do we worry about CO2 when plants absorb it as food? And he stumbled, in his answer, mumbling, well, not so much CO2 .  . . WHAT?!? I didn’t say anything back, but it sure got me thinking!)

’60s Revolution, including Free Love, and Feminism: I was fully absorbed into this one, to the point where for a while there I fucked as many guys as possible, and ultimately left my own children in order to “do my thing.” 

Only much later did I realize that the CIA had done its part in engineering what resulted in the utter dissolution of the micelial web that society depended upon for stability: the family unit. (On the other hand, the ’60s featured the exceedingly rare Uranus/Pluto conjunction in Virgo, which guaranteed rebellion; it may be that the CIA and other nefarious institutions time their agendas astrologically.)

Peak Oil: This one really got to me, turned me into a scarcity freak. Only within the last ten years did I realize that oil is not from “fossils,” but is actually, after water, the second-most prevalent liquid on and in this planet; that oil greases the gears of tectonic plates, etc.

https://x.com/bgatesisapyscho/status/1991555601533648970?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Nuclear Energy

Here’s the biggest one. After all, my entire life, since 2.5 years, when I woke up with Hiroshima, has been hooked into it. I became a violent peace activist as a result.

Now I wonder: what about all the plants and wild animals flourishing in the 19-mile Chernobyl “exclusion zone” only a few years after a reactor meltdown in 1986 that supposedly terminally poisoned the environment.

What IS nuclear radiation after all, and how much actually kills? Can nuclear radiation actually be beneficial?

Might small nuclear plants, with radiation safely contained, serve to benefit with endless mostly free energy?

I may focus in on these cultural scams in future blogposts; hopefully, I will have the patience to actually research them!

Until then, I need to take the rest of this Thanksgiving week off to cool my feverish brain.

Until Monday, December 1!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE TURNING POINT: How TOXIC BRAIN Cleansed — Overnight!

November 20, 2025

Note: See yesterday’s post.

Last night seems to have possibly signaled a crucial turning point in this current highly eruptive, first ever Uranus Return phase of my lifelong journey, as I now near my 83rd birthday on December 19th.

Why do I say that?

Well, last night, I did make it to bed by 8 PM, and yes, listened to a 45-minute podcast, but this one uplifting, from Jeffrey Mishlove’s venerable “Thinking Allowed” collection. Fell asleep towards the end. Then, didn’t wake up until 12:45 AM! Four hours in a row! A crucial four hours to detoxify that sorry brain.

That I was able to do that turned a switch. Then, after peeing, when got back to bed and again, in order to fall asleep began to listen to another podcast, the one I listened to was so interesting that I remained alert through the entire thing.

 

 

What stuck out for me in this audio was first of all, was Toko-Pa’s lifelong concentration on dreams as her guides. While listening, I began to wonder: what happened to me? Back in the 1980s, I used to keep a dream journal, and viewed dreams, along with journaling and certain precious books (like Jung’s autobiography Memories, Dreams, Reflections), as essential tools on my own 7 year journey processing the PTSD of the one I called Orphan Annie. Since that decade this concentration began to fade; at this point, I have been mostly out of touch with my dreams for several years! That made me wonder, even shudder: Or have I NOT been dreaming? Has the audio coming into my ear while falling asleep interrupted the process of dreaming?

After it was over, I began to search for another podcast (since I was still awake), and then, suddenly, instead, what I now call the turning point: I decided to lie there without an external audio, to fall back to sleep without turning my attention to anything outside myself, for as long as it took. If I stayed awake all night, okay. I need to stop the addiction to technology in the middle of the night. Period.

And wouldn’t you know: I then, almost instantly, became aware of underlying acute anxiety; noticed it; kept on noticing it. Allowing it to be. My anxiety led my mind to remember when this particular phase of my addiction to technology began: when my son Colin suffered his catastrophe, back in August 2023. (See Caring Bridge Colin Cudmore Healing, where I post six days a week). A catastrophe which has utterly altered life in his body; he’s not just paralyzed from waist down, but endures nerve pain 24×7, and should have died a number of times.

Ever since Colin’s Catastrophe, when my empathic communion with him created anxiety so acute that I couldn’t sleep at all unless I got my mind focused on something else, I’ve relied on podcasts of one sort or another to fall asleep.

So, last night, I lay there on my back, silent and alone, accepting the anxiety, honoring it, feeling it, and shyly, asking for a dream — to the moment when my body relaxed and fell back into sleep.

And I when I did I dreamed! — that the event at which I am to speak on December 8 about the evolution of Green Acres Village was wildly successful!

 

There have been hints as to this possibility lately: for example, the dear neighbor across the street, as she began to back out of her driveway, stopped me on my way back from my walk two days ago, to say, she wants to come to this Supper Club event. That it’s very important what we’re doing here — calling it a four-home village (hers included!) in a neighborhood, and that every neighborhood in town needs to know that what we are doing here is possible there too.

Carisa is a wonderfully creative warrior; and her demeanor was fierce! I have a feeling she’s going to join me as we go forward from here.

(Hmmm. . . look back to the title of the youtube video above: From Exile to the Heart of Belonging. . . . Yes, we are creating a felt sense of belonging in our little corner of our neighborhood, and it feels really good in this age when increasing disconnection continues to encourage nastiness, thanks to technology.)

Then, this morning, this email from Joni McGary, the organizer of the Supper Clubs, a reminder to her list of what’s coming on December 8. Her timing, for me, couldn’t be more precise!

Needless to say, toxic brain has been cleansed.