New Moon in Sagittarius Today! Plus Jupiter turns to go Direct! YES

November 23, 2022

 

Why am I excited about this turn in astrological affairs? For three reasons: the first two have to do with Sagittarius, and the third with Jupiter (which BTW, happens to rule Sagittarius)!

1) It’s always a relief when we move annually from dark, turgid, richly composting Scorpio to bright, perspective throwing, philosophical Sagittarius. Or at least that’s the plan! Every sign has the capacity to correct the excesses of the sign before it. Too much Scorpio muck, and we’re subject to depression, stuckness; Sagittarius arrives, on an annual basis, to begin to throw light on whatever dark stuff below has been pulling us down.

2) And this year, the Sun’s entrance into Sagittarius happens to coincide with the New Moon, at 1°36 Sagittarius!

Sabian symbol for 2° Sag (always read for next whole degree):

WHITE-CAPPED WAVES DISPLAY THE POWER OF WIND OVER SEA.

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

In other words, the horrific ongoing revelations (apocalypse: “the revealing”) of ghastly stuff re: financial fraud, pedophilia/adrenochrome/SRA, the murderous covid jabs etc., long buried in all but the alternative news, have actually begun to hit the mainstream. The cascading Black Swan FTX debacle; election and other fraud; pedophilia and worse among “top” players in political, academic, entertainment, business world; genocidal jabs, now demonstrated in the excellently produced, just released one hour film “Died Suddenly” — are all revelatory of the rot that has been running this so-called civilization for decades, even centuries, millennia — yes, all this, hard to stomach, in fact, impossible to digest for some, the less resilient normies who continue to insist on remaining “innocent” of knowing about them: all these ongoing coruption-riddled scandals have rocked the foundations of our cultural world like never before.

Here’s the chart for the New Moon, which clicks in at 5:57 pm EST today:

Notice that for Washington D.C., for which I cast this chart, Mars Rx at 21°23 Gemini, which almost exactly squares Neptune at 22°40 Pisces, also happens to exactly conjunct the 21°03 Ascendant. In other words, the ongoing confusion, which especially has attended the post-election “results,” — oh yeah, and then there’s the accelerating strangeness in and about Ukraine — not only continues, but draws to a head (the exact square), as Mars, proceeding backwards, has been hitting the exact square at 22° over the past few days while Arizona counties, one by one, refuse to certify the election.

That Mars conjuncts the Ascendant at this New Moon, indicates to me that this new lunar cycle will likely see the election (and other: always the question, who to believe about what?) confusion discussed at length at every level of society. (Or not: can you imagine Thanksgiving dinner with lots of close relatives? I can’t. Too many topics would be “off limits.”)

Now, let’s check out the third reason for my exuberant mood, namely, the Jupiter stationary position, which occurred, again for Washington D.C., at 6:02 AM EST today, almost exactly 12 hours earlier than the New Moon.

(Full disclosure: I’m a double Sagittarius (Sun and Ascendant) myself, plus my natal Mars sits at 2°42 Sagittarius (opposite Uranus), right on this New Moon. Exuberance, optimism, expanding perspectives is the name of the game for this hopefully evolving Sagittarius. So forgive me if my analysis appears somewhat over the top.)

Notice that Jupiter turned to go direct when the Moon, then still in Scorpio, at 24°, was within reach of the 18° 41 Scorpio Ascendant — AND that Uranus, at 16°20 Taurus, was almost exactly opposite, conjuncting the Descendant. The hours leading up to the Moon’s entrance into Sag and and its conjunction with the Sun, are particularly fraught with insecurity for anyone and any organization, government, etc. that has relied on the stability of our fast eroding, inflating, corruption-riddled fiat financial system. And who of us has NOT relied on it?

More so than usual, the invisible emotional and spiritual currents (Jupiter/Neptune in Pisces) that run this world from underneath/above are up for reflection and discussion (Mars in Gemini) and being felt consciously (Mars square both Jupiter and Neptune in oceanic, end-of-cycle Pisces) by a greater and greater proportion of the global population.

Okay, let’s say it again in a different way: generous, lucky Jupiter (which rules Sagittarius, and is co-ruler of Neptune-ruled Pisces), which turned at 28°47 Pisces at 6:02 AM this morning, 12 hours prior to New Moon, provides an exuberant, expansive overlay to the embedded, complex, Scorpio muck, the many layers of which, by being revealed so massively, by having been oh so gradually, and then more and more rapidly, exposed to the light of day, is withering, its power about gone.

Sabian symbol for Jupiter at 29° Pisces”

LIGHT BREAKING INTO MANY COLORS AS IT PASSES THROUGH A PRISM

Keynote: The analytical power of the mind necessary for the formulation of life processes in their many aspects.

I do think that at least for this cycle through Sagittarius, the dark Scorpio gloom is being dispelled by the power of the mind (Mars in mental Gemini, Sun/Moon in philosophical Sagittarius) as Jupiter turns to go direct.

BTW: Jupiter, which moves at the rate of one sign per year, due to its retrograde periods, sometime overlaps one sign with another. This happened back in May of 2022, when Jupiter entered fiery, impulsive, get-up-and-go Aries from confusing, addictive, wishy-washy, stoned, sloshing, dreamy to deception-filled Pisces. Then it turned, to go Rx in late July, re-entering late Pisces in late October. Whatever new initiatives were begun in May, when Jupiter started to move through Aries, likely got stalled until we slog through the rest of the Piscean mess.

Jupiter next enters Aries on December 21st, Winter Solstice, which, for ancient peoples — and for us, when we tune in to Nature — is the holiest day of the year.

From then on, Jupiter will have a shorter than usual run through that sign of new beginnings until mid-May 2023, when Jupiter enters Taurus and the rubber has to hit the road. Whatever measures are actually ignited, during the Aries phase, must begin to root in for the long haul.

I presume this set of shifts at least applies to new initiatives in the rapidly failing fiat financial systems that have run the so-called “civilized” world for way too long.

As well, Mars in Taurus likely applies to de-centralizing efforts, world-wide, as we focus on the very ground under our feet, in our own localities, rather than reliance on larger systems, or on so called heroes elsewhere, for soul-utions.

For a more personal look at this New Moon/Jupiter Direct day, see Laura Bruno, who does her usual fantastic job. 

 

THREE HOLES BY THE BENCH: A Tall Tale for Troubled Times

November 22, 2022

 

Not that this tale is “tall” in the sense that it’s exaggerated or untrue. Just that I have to stand tall to be able to actually catch glimpses of the personal, interpersonal, social, political and cultural ramifications of the tale I have to tell.

Okay. Let’s see if I can do this . . .

I want to focus on a singular moment in time (and are not all moments singular?) when multiple layers of “reality” ballooned out as I was passing by the bench outside my home, the one that lines the street, surrounded by bushes that I planted there back in 2006, to signal friendliness to passing walkers. The Little Free Library was added later, perhaps in 2018? and is always full to bursting (including, one time, a package of Depends . . .) I’m thinking of adding a Little Free Seed Library out there, since growing food locally, transforming chemicalized suburban lawns into fruitful, productive gardens, is obviously needed during this time of massive inflation and disturbed food distribution networks.

Just in: a likely rail strike just prior to Christmas. Imagine the supply chain consequences . . .

Now that we in Green Acres Permaculture Village are (finally) collecting our own seed, we do have plenty to go around. We’re attempting to learn from Nature, “to grow community from the ground up,” and just like Nature scatters her wealth with abandon, we seek to share any overflowing abundance.

GAPV is a “tiny paradise” inside a typical suburb of mostly disconnected humans, post-industrial humans still indoctrinated to believe we live in a world of scarcity, and so must act selfishly in order to ensure survival. Who started that kind of erroneous thinking. Darwin? Or should we look further back, to the time when social conditions changed, so radically that this kind of thinking became possible? Back, say, to the industrial revolution, when the commons was fenced and interdependent village life interspersed with small farms emptied out into vast, impersonal cities and wage slavery took over, substituting the false god of “money” for our sacred connection with the land.

Whatever the real history of our predicament now, on that day last week when I passed by the bench with puppy Shadow on our daily morning walk, I noticed three disturbances, soil piled next to three small, deep holes, all in the area of the bench. Taking a closer look, I noticed that none of the bushes, nor the bench, or the Little Free Library had been disturbed. THAT blew me away. Whoever dug those holes had carefully not ruined what had been set intentionally in place. And I knew who they were: workers, “migrant laborers” we used to call them when I was a kid, likely Mexican. Spanish speaking laborers for companies contracted by the gigantic corporation that is installing “fiber optic” cable all over Bloomington, including underneath our Green Acres Neighborhood.

Oh goodie! So our minds can go faster and faster and faster, zoom all over the world on screens, leaving our poor bodies, which cannot help but attune to the slower rhythms of nature, behind . . . thus does the split between mind and body widen . . . and enable fake pandemics to install F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) of Death in people who are not in touch with their brilliant bodies, their naturally healing immune systems, not to mention the the role of Death in Nature, rich compost for new life . . .

When we returned from our walk that morning I decided to take a photo of the situation, to document just how carefully the workers had not disturbed the intent of the area. As I walked back out there with my ipad, I was concerned that taking a photo would alarm the workers.  So as I approached, I asked softly if they spoke English. “No.” I didn’t think so. Okay then . . . With gestures and smiles I pointed to the holes, and to the little array of bushes around the bench, and so on, thanking them profusely for not disturbing!

At this point they relaxed (there were three of them, two working holes across the street). We all began to smile, their white teeth lighting sweaty brown faces. As I raised up the ipad to take the photo, the man digging the holes on my side of the street scurried off to the left so as not to get caught in the picture.

I had been walking past these hard working men, digging deep holes in various spots in the neighborhood, every morning for about two weeks, each time smiling and saying hello. And each time, at first, whoever shyly had caught my eye would look dumbfounded and suspicious, so used was he to either being ignored or treated as an object rather than a subject in his own right. (See Martin Buber’s distinction between I-Thou and I-It.) Indeed, these men reminded me of how a cornered wild animal must feel: scared, on alert, afraid of being captured. In short, I suspect they are all “aliens,” and must watch out, lest they be deported.

Now here’s where it gets interesting, for me . . .

I, personally, am massively opposed to the Biden administration policy of not just allowing, but encouraging millions of undocumented aliens — not just from Mexico, but from other Central and South American countries — and beyond — to invade our southern border. (For the Democrats, it’s because they are likely to vote Democrat. For Klaus Schwab and Co, the invasion carries a larger purpose — see below.) I know damn well that thousands of these people are prisoners let out of jails, cartel members, and/or mules for fentanyl and other exceedingly dangerous drugs, sex and SRA pimps for trafficked children and women. I know that what’s going on down there is very bad, just as it is in Europe, where countries are being invaded and overrun by refugees from the Middle East and elsewhere..

(Add to that the buses that drop people just released from Indiana prisons in Bloomington, at one of the already massively overcrowded homeless shelters, since this compassionate city offers so many places that serve them, with both food and shelter.)

I am fully aware that this dissolution of all national borders is part of the Great Reset WEF/UN/NWO agenda. Thrust hordes of strangers, already deeply disturbed from having to flee their own countries due, likely, to ruination created by transnational companies and the now failing, flailing American Empire that sought dominion over impoverished nations while invading and extracting resources for purely selfish ends (See Confessions of An Economic Hit Man), and what can we expect but chaos? Yes, that’s precisely the intent: Ordo Ab Chao: Out of chaos, order. New World Order. A single centralized police state to lock down the entire world — for which the Covid Con was dress rehearsal.

So yes, I am highly aware of the 2020, now 2030, Agenda. And I cannot help but contrast my hyperawareness of the NWO need to dissolve all national borders and therefore national sovereignty with my natural attunement with and compassion for, these sweet-natured, hard-working, brown skinned, Spanish speaking laborers employed by companies contracting with transnational  corporations to not only link up the entire globe with more and more advanced technology, but to use it to surveil, direct, and control us all.

My little bench out front has been, for many years, a signal to those walking by that they are welcome to stay awhile, bring a book to share or take one, and rest their weary feet.

Of course most people who pass by are in cars, ensconced in their own private universes. But you know what? More and more people now walk our neighborhood, going down this street, passing by the Green Acres Permaculture Village and Farm. See what’s going on inside from the outside, and being invited in, on Thursdays, for Community Dinner.

Our natural attunement and compassion for those of our own kind, and especially for those who suffer, or are otherwise in need, is being hijacked by all sorts of nefarious forces, out to do us in with what we who see through the ruse call “virtue signaling.” (Remember the jab: “Do it for grandma? Do it not for yourself but for others?”)

Watch out. Stay sovereign. Sovereign souls are naturally attuned to others, not manipulated into selling our souls, one way or another, to the devil of the corporatist, transhumanist, technocratic state.

Do I sound extreme? These are extreme times. Difficult to fathom. Difficult to negotiate.

Notice your attunement with individual others. Notice how your natural compassion for others gets hijacked, to serve technocratic ends. Recognize the difference. Find your aliveness inside in the dynamic contrast between the two.