Queen Elizabeth II: Birth Chart & “Death” Chart Resonance

September 9, 2022

 

Note: This piece is highly speculative. It’s the way my own thought process began to work when I heard about the “Death” of Queen Elizabeth yesterday, supposedly at 2:47 pm. Furthermore, I didn’t have time or energy today to go back and figure out exactly where I had originally sourced either that time of death or various other items mentioned.. Nor did I put up Charles chart here, though I did give his birth data, so that the reader can look it up.

 

I put “Death” in quotes because, like many people, I assume Queen Elizabeth likely died earlier, either months, or perhaps even several years ago. So “Death” in this case, should be taken to mean “official notice,” meant for public consumption.

If the latter, then I found the exquisite timing of her “Death” to be almost laughable, coming only one day after the damning film, My Son Hunter, was released to the public.

Oh? I thought. And then the official mourning period will last how long? Ten days? Are these to be the Ten Days of Darkness hinted at by Q and timed to begin the day the Queen “died”? But wait . . . the official Ten Days of Mourning (Darkness) prior to her funeral, will then be followed by another seven Royal Days of Mourning prior to “King Charles” official coronation? If so, then 17 days total. Hmmm. Here we go again: Q, the 17th letter of the alphabet.

Oh my. Are we watching a movie or what?

So the “Death” of Queen Elizabeth II, followed by the official panoply of royal mourning, will take us through most of the rest of September? Wow, that may be the very best long-running distraction the deep state could have dreamed up to take our attention off the Hunter film and who knows what else during this year of revelation upon revelation, disgorging the pedophilia-child trafficking-satanic ritual abuse-adrenochrome darkness into the still reluctant public eye. Yes, pedophilia and worse, much worse: the extremely lucrative currency that has underpinned human civilization for hundreds, even thousands of years.

And remember, the reign of the Queen which lasted 70 years, longest in the history of the British Monarchy, began only two years after her son Charles’ birth, making it so he couldn’t ascend the throne until she “died,” when he was 73 . . . hmmm . . .

Looking at the birth charts for the two of them, I notice that her stubborn Taurus Sun sits exactly conjunct his stubborn Taurus Moon at 1° Taurus . . . They were joined at the hip alright, but for some reason she didn’t seem to trust him to take the royal reins while she was still alive? If so, why?

I presume they are both One World Order minions. I assume that, like her son Andrew, both are pedophiles and worse. I assume that for some “ungodly” reason, the reign of the aging “King Charles” will either be short and/or, might he become “the first arrest” we’ve all been waiting for?

I assume that if she did “die” when stated, yesterday, then the timing was exquisite, and not just to distract from My Son Hunter and who knows what else. It may be that Charles, long denied his “rightful inheritance” (and perhaps acting at the behest of Klaus Schwab?) ended up murdering his own mother, or in some other manner she was scheduled to die then, i.e., yesterday. And if she didn’t die when stated, but earlier, then again the timing was exquisite for yesterday’s officially announced “death,” at 2:47 PM, when both Moon and Saturn sat at 20+° Aquarius, exactly conjunct her natal Mars (and only two degrees from her natal Jupiter), and thus triggering her massively powerful natal fixed T-cross that included Saturn conjunct the Midheaven in Scorpio, square both Neptune (near Moon) in Leo and Mars/Jupiter in Aquarius. Plutonian power was the name of her royal game. Neptunian glamor, deception was involved, as well as the episodic need to reign in the unruly masses (Mars/Jupiter in Aquarius) — including her son Charles? (born 11/14/48, 9:14 pm London England) — whose own Sun was in power hungry Scorpio? And whose self-centered Me Generation Pluto in Leo in his very public first house inserted itself between her natal Leo Moon and Neptune?

Truly, despite what I imagine as son Charles decade after decade panting for the throne, if anyone was “meant” to reign for a long time, this Queen Elizabeth was. And her Capricorn Ascendant, married to tradition, felt completely at home on her Saturn in Scorpio Midheaven  throne.

 

Queen Elizabeth II BIRTH CHART: APRIL 21, 1926, 2:40 AM, LONDON, ENGLAND

 

Queen Elizabeth II “DEATH” CHART: 2:37 PM UK TIME, BALMORAL CASTLE, 9/8/22 

 

 

Once again: Notice that the exact conjunction of Moon and Saturn at 20+° Aquarius in the “death” chart sits exactly conjunct Queen Elizabeth’s natal Mars at 20+° Aquarius, not to mention only two degrees from her 24+° Jupiter, both of which occupy her powerful Fixed T-Cross.

Wow, either the timing of her real death yesterday was divinely orchestrated, or the timing of her official notice of death (assuming she died probably months or years ago), was activated in tune with some royal or deep state astrologer’s decision.

One final note: the Sabian symbol for 21° Aquarius (always use the next higher number) is telling:

“A disappointed and disillusioned woman courageously faces a seemingly empty life.”

Keynote: the capacity to meet emotionally upsetting experiences in human relationships with with strength of character and personal integrity.

Did she willingly, finally, drink poison yesterday, surrounded by son Charles and other family members?

Or: did she willingly agree to be announced as having died sometime in the future from when she did actually die?

Hmmm . . . I saw somewhere that President Trump agreed to put off whatever storm is coming until after the queen’s death. If so, was her death announcement the GO signal?

Ah, and if so, the storm will now commence under cover of the Ten Days, oops, Seventeen Days of Darkness?

 

 

 

 

ME AND MY SHADOW: Griffy Lake Trail, September, Early Morning

September 8, 2022

It’s September, so I’m no longer much concerned about ticks. Time to return to Griffy Lake trail, ten minutes north of Bloomington, InDiana.

I put the orange vest on him, not to warn hunters (they aren’t here yet), but because his hair looks so much like tree bark, that if he’s off trail at all, I can’t see him.

So, here we go, starting at about 8:30 AM

Up the hill, then down again to the other side, for a glimpse of standing water in the stream bed.

I could have called this post ENTANGLEMENT, because that’s what my eye was drawn to, all along. especially entanglement of tree roots . . .

But first, a large fallen tree: it’s been lying there, across the original trail for a couple of years — so that now there’s a well worn trail around it.

(How many trails in our lives are created to avoid an obstacle? How many patterns, habits, addictions in our lives, are attempts to avoid facing our fears? I know these two sentences aren’t necessarily parallel, but they are, to me, today.)

This fallen tree’s formerly exposed root structure has now sprouted new grassy growth.

A year or so ago, I was walking this trail with our former housemate Dan, when he got up on that fallen tree and walked along it . . . Memories . . . how they preoccupy me as I grow older . . . last night I was speaking with Dick, my high school boyfriend, and later, briefly, my second husband —  life spreads into richer and richer entanglements of memory as I grow older . . .

More . . .

Tell me, oh you straight tall, not very large tree in dry stream bed, how do you manage to maintain your stature during spring runoff? What, how, and where are the forces within and upon you entangled to provide this seemingly tipsy service?

Then there’s this root structure, in the dry stream bed, of a much larger tree, as obvious by how it dwarfs little Shadow.

And one more . .  .

 

Glorious, the way Nature knows how to do everything necessary to preserve stability and foster growth, simultaneously! Would that humans could learn from her . . .

I’ve been reading (or I should say, attempting to at least become familiar with) Walter Russell (1871-1963), via a book that uses Russells figures, sketches, and paintings to explore the universal principles he absorbed from his internal and external entanglements.

And yet, says Russell:  “All dimension is an illusion, an appearance, due to rising potential, which must disappear into its inevitable sequence oof lowering potential, and again appear in endless cycles of appearance, disappearance and re-appearance . . .”

On Griffy Lake trail today, as waves of early Fall sunlight flirted with leaves, bark, twigs, birds, a kaleidoscopic array of appearing and disappearing . . .

Autumn leaves are indeed drifting down. The season of nostalgia is already here. Time to begin to glean meaning from this strange, tumultuous year that has entangled we humans, as usual, in Mystery.

I search for meaning now, the way I searched for geodes in the Griffy Lake stream bed, with son Colin and grandkids Kiera and Drew, four summers ago. Or was it five? Time smears, shades, fades . . .