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.
