Saturn/Neptune Reflections on Eisenstein’s THE SPELLERS

September 30, 2025

At first, when I saw the title of Charles Eisenstein’s latest essay, I assumed he was referring to those who use language to deceive, to cast a spell. (Cf: spelling of words)

https://charleseisenstein.substack.com/p/the-spellers

 

And for sure, language can be used that way. Indeed, thanks to the ongoing, mutating conjunction between Saturn and Neptune, squishing back and forth between the very end and very beginning of the zodiac, we are currently immersed in the very center of a deceiving maelstrom that vies, continuously, with chaotic ignition of the new beginning, the revolution Eisenstein refers to — upon spending quality time with autistic kids, and reflecting on The Telepathy Tapes.

Saturn in the final degree of Pisces: symbolizes, for example in a negative sense: exposure of deception, lying, pretending; but: symbolizes, in a positive sense, for example, submission to higher invisible forces, to the unconscious oceanic wave that engulfs us all, to compassion for the invisible soul within all-too-human beings, to extra-sensory perception.

So things end. They always do? Then what? Or maybe I should say, So what?

Though even this cannot be trusted as serene . . . Even Buddhist monks admit . . .

This particular Saturn/Neptune conjunction at 0° Aries, began drawing close in March, 2025, came within one half of a degree at 1° Aries in July 2025, and will perfect at 0°45 Aries on February 14, 2026.

Remember, this conjunction has been ongoing this year and into the next, blending the final sign of the zodiac with the first sign of the zodiac. Blending Pisces (which rules Neptune), which dissolves all forms from the previous cycle back into nothingness, and the fiery, explosive ignition of the next cycle at 0° Aries.

What cycle are we talking about? When did this conjunction, at 0° of this sign happen the last time? I have no idea. However, this conjunction at any degree of Aries last happened 492 years ago. So we can not even imagine the thousands upon thousands of years that have traversed since their last conjunction in 0° Aries.

Here’s the timeline for this conjunction:

Okay, so why did I bring this up? Because we appear to be in the loopy, viral center of a dark/light dance.  

Horrible things are happening, as well as magical, miraculous things. Or at least they seem so. Of course, unless we make it a point to engage otherwise, everything depends on sources, social media likely for most of us (yours truly included, but not always!)

Re: screens, and even “real life”: there’s no way to trust one’s eyes anymore: what you’re looking at might be cgi, or staged, or full of clones, doubles, masks, etc.

Eisenstein, in another essay, also has something to say about this subject.

Yep. Which means . . .

And yet, and yet.

Actually, personal perception has always been iffy. Because, who knows what kind of mood I’m in when I see something. Bad mood; and I’ll see it “negatively,” (according to my belief-system, whatever it is; i.e., how I was indoctrinated over time, or way back when; and the more unconscious, the less obvious, then the stronger, less likely to budge).

Plus, I can’t see “it” from a 360° view, whole; because I do not have eyes all around to the back of my head. Only two eyes, directed together at some outside phenomenon, (while, BTW, harboring all sorts of inner feelings which are likely to get projected! So I can pretend that I’m separate from what I’m observing!)

Blink once, and it might be gone!

More and more, I’m understanding just why, back in the late ’60s and early ’70s I found myself riveted to both epistemology and history of philosophy of science (plus  psychology) while a PhD candidate in philosophy at Boston University. There are just so many conundrums! And always have been. But now it’s climactic. Both academic “fields” are likely well into the process of total Piscean, Neptunian disintegration!

And what’s next? Well, who knows? Autistic “spellers” may have a clue. I for one, found myself utterly riveted by The Telepathy Tapes. In fact, the day I watched most of them, I also happened to go into a nearby Dollar Store, and found myself proclaiming to clerk and customers there that they must watch The Telepathy Tapes. Looking back, I cannot imagine how my sudden passionate outburst must have impacted others.

Stark raving crazy?

Or . . .

or not?

Even so, remember, remember:

Though it may not have looked like it, I was loving all those starving souls in the Dollar Store. Stirring them into aliveness. Attempting, with my rant (not realizing it at the time, however) to wake them up from their somnambulist trance.

PROJECT CIVILITY: Verb or noun?

September 29, 2025

Answer: Verb.

Neighbor and friend Marita and I attended the first annual Project Civility national summit at the public library in upscale Carmel (on the eastern edge of Indianapolis), leaving Bloomington at 6 AM Saturday last, and arriving back home 12 hours later.

(BTW:  catch a glimpse of yours truly, sitting in profile, orange shirt, on right hand side of video within a few seconds of the video’s end.)

 

I think it’s safe to say that the experience changed both of us.

For my own part, I now realize what my Uranus Return is all about. (See last post). I am here, at this point in my unusually long life, as someone who “works the edges,” injecting into any group process that threatens to bore me (because too predictable) some anecdote or behavior or other, past or present, that suddenly electrifies the atmosphere, stirs into remembrance the aliveness that pulses through all our hearts.

Many folks came up to me at the end, thanking me for my “spunk,” my “contrarian” attitude, that had spurred them into a sudden sparking of aliveness (not that anybody actually said that, but I could feel it. 3D to 5D — and beyond!)

Always, what interests me is to enter and remain inside the dynamically pulsing center between opposites, in this case between Aries (me) and Libra (relationship). For that is where creation occurs. In that orgasmic union between me and you. No matter how momentary the flash, our LOVE is real.

LOVE is real. This invisible, palpable, swirling fluid disguised as maya.

I notice, once again, how my Libra Midheaven and Neptune are being activated big time, through the transiting Saturn/Neptune at 0° Aries (though Neptune has now receded back into Pisces for awhile).

0° Aries! Brand new beginning!

For me, for you, for us, for the world.

The heart (of me, of you, of creativity itself), is found precisely in that pulsing center beat that connects us all to the divine source within the self and the other, equally. Fuses us into Oneness. If we pay attention. If we sink below the surface rules and laws, to what author Indianapolis resident Alexandra Hudson, in her 2023 book that spurred Carmel City Councilman Jeff Worrell to call this first ever civility summit into manifestation: The name of her book? The Soul of Civility. And by civility, she does not mean mere politeness. No. Authenticity is required.

I had ordered the book, several weeks ago, figuring I would just whip through it before attending the summit.

Ha! I’m still only 1/3 way through, ten minutes at a time. Taking ten years to research and write, the author takes the reader way back in time, to ponder how other cultures and authors elsewhere, over thousands of years, have worked with the two seemingly opposed motivations that drive humans everywhere: individuality and relationship, community. How do we engage with this inherent, inescapable, conflict between “self” and “other”? This free will choice that greets us moment by moment as we move through the day? Coldly, egocentrically? or compassionately, with heart, recognizing the soul in the other as well as in ourselves.

That’s basically the topic of both the book and the summit that followed, two years later.

Excerpt from a review of the book.

The summit itself, was an astonishing experience, with others from all walks of life united in common cause, to learn how to be and to work with others in a more civil, less divisive, manner. The organizer, Carmel City Councilman Jeff Worrell, got so worked up when he read her book that, over time, he started what will hopefully expand into a movement that will spread to cover this vast divided land with its profoundly healing balm, to soothe, not just political divides, but those between and within cultures and “identities,” neighborhoods and families and yes, even fractious couples who choose to live together forever, no matter what.

Here’s how Jeff got started, with his stunned response to an especially vitriolic local election in Carmel, Indiana 2023, the same year as the book came out.