JUPITER IN GEMINI: Astrological Timing of Julian Assange Release

June 25, 2024

BTW: the reason he’s going to a remote island to do the official deed tomorrow of agreeing to plead “guilty” to one count in exchange for his freedom, is because he needs to do it on U.S. territory, and sure as hell doesn’t want to land in a plane anywhere on the U.S. mainland. But get this:

His incarceration, 12 years long, and for the last five years, in solitude at Belmarsh for 23 hours per day in a 2 x 3 meters cell, both began and ended in June (2012 – 2024), when Jupiter the planet of benevolence, luck, opportunity, in early Gemini, sign of ideas, words, communication, information, conjunct his very disciplined, serious, dutiful natal Saturn.

 

Note that his natal chart features, in an extremely strong manner, a conjunction/opposition across the horizontal Ascendant/Descendant axis of the chart, where he personally meets the world (Ascendant) and where the world meets him (Descendant).

Just think how rare this is, this concatenation of three, not personal (Sun, Moon, Venus, Mercury, Mars), but further out, slower moving planets (two social, one generational), all in a line, and all lined up on the eastern/western horizon, which moves one degree every four minutes. This astonishing synchronicity was clearly designed by a very old soul. Julian had to be born when he was, destined to grow up and do what he did — in order to serve and fulfill his own, very public, life purpose. Had to both enlighten and sacrifice himself, for all of humanity.

The Ascendant features two planets, one the other “social” planet (besides Saturn), Jupiter, in late Scorpio, just above the Ascendant in the hidden 12th house, where he could not help but dig deep, and relentlessly, into the massive undercover corruption at every level that has held humanity  in its grip.

The planet on the Ascendant, and I mean exactly on the Ascendant, is that of his generation, which is usually experienced unconsciously, but in his case, engaged personally: idealistic, visionary, spiritual, self-sacrificing in the interests of the whole, NEPTUNE, at 2° of philosophical, large perspective Sagittarius.

Sabian symbol for this degree: WHITE-CAPPED WAVES DISPLAY THE POWER OF WIND OVER SEA.

KEYNOTE: The mobilization of unconscious energies under the pressure of superpersonal motives. 

In symbolism, the wind (pneuma is the early Greek word for “spirit”) is associated with spiritual dynamism; the stirring of deep energies this dynamism produces obeys cosmic or superpersonal rhythms, the power of which is irresistible.

Julian couldn’t help but do what he did. And the world owes him unlimited gratitude. It’s time for him to finally leave his incalculably enormous fruitful role in the glare of the punishing public eye, to be safe and secure in private, with wife Stella and young children who have never known their father except behind bars.

Perfect, for this astonishing public figure who played such a world-changing role for so long; at last he can finally relax into the intimacy and nourishing womb promised by his hugely sensitive Sun in emotional Cancer.

May he recover from his unbelievably punishing ordeal, and be allowed an authentically private life.

Hey, and . . .

So, What ARE We Doing on This Planet???!!??

June 24, 2024

 

At the ripe old age of 81.5, I’ve been telling friends and family, near and far, for a few years now — (officiously, pretentiously, tongue in cheek — but not really!) that, “As a PhD ‘philosopher’ (ahem), my most important philosophical remark, the one I want put on my tombstone is this”:

 

What we are doing on this planet is

moving stuff around. 

And . . .

it’s always, ALWAYS —

just an excuse

for relationships.

 

“Stuff” (or what Clif High would call “grit,”) i.e., matter, and its various permutations; for humans, “embodiment.” And by “stuff” I also include any left brain concoction, including language, “ideas,” “rules” (logic and otherwise) etc. Obviously, what we call “money” (see yesterday’s post) and other man-made abstractions also fall into this realm of manifestation, maya. All STUFF! Even when we can’t see, feel it, taste or touch it!” If it originates in the left brain (itself “stuff”), then it too, is STUFF.

Likewise, any thing, visible or invisible (e.g. stocks, bonds, crypto, derivatives, money, etc.) that can be perceived (and thus valued) as either too much or too little, subject to our made-up notions of “relative scarcity,” thus used in this culture to determine “value” for our independent individual selves, all falls into the realm of (mere) “stuff.”

In the spirit world, on the other hand,  we have no need for stuff to glue us together or tear us apart.

In the spirit world we are always in relationship to others as aspects of the whole, communing telepathically, currents of Love fueling and flowing through the infinite oceanic mystery.

Here, on Earth, as embodied beings, we experience grief when we lose something or someone (or an animal, like little puppy Shadow, who left his body three weeks ago today). It’s our bodies that experience our profound loss, having been imprinted with voluminous memory traces from our embodied time together. Thus, whatever our enculturated, materialistic personalities value, when removed, leaves us relatively devastated.

Okay, so here are a few more memes, to illustrate various aspects of “relationship,” as we move the stuff of our own bodies around, interacting at various levels, with others’, their bodies, in Earth’s life’s entangled, longed for/fear of, mutual, emotional, mental, and spiritual — confusing, nourishing mess!

First off, and most important!

We are driven to relate to others. How else are we to learn about ourselves without the mirror of the other? And yet, for every dizzying “fall” into especially romantic love, there comes, usually, sooner or later, the deeper fall; into despair — when what we assumed, and/or hoped and prayed, would “work out” (meaning, would hold that initial relationship dynamic static, unchanged, “until death do us part”), DOESN’T.

(Funny, we don’t call it rise in love; why not? Because a new romantic relationship forces us, for a year or two, to experience both the extreme deliciousness and frustration our bodies are capable of!)

This is the pivot point. Now what? Are we to sink into permanent despair, isolation, bitterness, split our minds from our bodies once and for all so as not to feel pain again, so as to endure inevitable calcification? Are we to pretend it never happened, and just move on?

Hopefully not. Not if we want to keep growing — until death

when we, our immortal souls,

spiral from our mortal coils.

And what is this temporary life in a body if not carrying the potential for continuous growth, over a long lifetime, in stages — in early years the body, in maturity the mind and heart, and finally, in our crone/elder years, the soul! Wisdom is reached only by truly allowing oneself to fully experience every living being we encounter who moves us, and then to process the inevitably temporary experience.

 

 

Usually, it helps to actually process with any person with whom you have suddenly or gradually, found yourself estranged. On the other hand . . .

So here we are, in our messy micellial fields of mutual nourishing glory, learning, over and over again, how to stay centered within even as we find ourselves both thrilled and vulnerable in relation to “the one” (we hope) other.

Sooner or later, if we actually allow the ongoing process of relating to unfold, we begin to realize, as we laugh out loud . . .WE’RE ALL WEIRD!

Unfortunately, even weirdness can go astray, witness the ridiculous trans/woke phenomemon. No matter how an easily “triggered” young person “proudly” and “politically correctly” “identifies” “him”- or “her”- or “them”- self or selves, and not only expects, but tearfully or furiously insists on the exactly the same linguistic (left brain) identification from you — even so, at this point in our all-too-human his-story/her-story, this is still the case:

Transhumanism,

featuring promised magical resurrection and/or conception/reformulation

as a bot

is not yet in even partial display.

 

In fact, check out where you came from, dum dum.

Biology still rules!

 

Ach. The absurdity of woke has now led to this, extinction level nonsense.

 

 

WAKE UP, FOLKS, WAKE UP!