On 6th August 1945 a lethal payload named Little Boy was released from the skies on Hiroshima…..three days later, August 9th, Little Boy’s big brother Fat Boy descended upon Nagasaki and the new agenda for global terror fell upon us all in a blinding flash that truly deserves the name Holocaust. Little Boy split the Uranium atom, Fat boy the Plutonium….together they split the world into the terrorists and the terrorised, the self same spectre that darkens our world today. The shadow of these events, like those of the people atomised within the blast zones, became memories burned in concrete and stone upon our collective psyche……
……in a week when heavily radioactive water is graphically shown to be spreading across the Pacific from the Japanese coast and deeply contaminated coolant water at the Fukushima plant is declared to be approaching overspill from its containers and seeping into the groundwater, Uranium and Plutonium are pushing the agenda once again. It seems to be no coincidence that this should be happening in the midst of the infamous Uranus Pluto square. But, just as the planetary signature that indicates the connection, like the ‘agenda’, is now far more complex than the 1945 chart might have indicated, the memory of those catastrophic events 68 years ago have mutated into a reality that is now being lived out with global effect, only, this time, the enemy and the allies are divided not by nation, but within nations.
Now, as we enter a new lunar cycle, the hungry ghosts unleashed into the world, when the Bomb Boys downloaded their lethal payload of time rupturing division into our midst, are finally being exorcised. This new Moon trines Uranus and has fallen on the 15th degree of Leo, and mid-Leo too is a zone marked by historical significance for us all. While it marks the astrological midpoint between solstice and equinox, there is a deeper resonance here that the planets are pointing towards.
Remember first, this seasonal midpoint is associated with the ancestral Irish leader Lugh and bears his name amongst the epithets of the people’s lore, as Lughnasadh, the celebration of Lugh. Lugh was associated, via his Welsh equivalent Lleu Llaw Gyffes, with the Lion, but, he was also associated with an astonishing brilliance, and the burning spear that, if unleashed, had an unfettered thirst for destruction that could not be quenched. He knew how to handle that weapon. But, what better symbol of the intercontinental ballistic missile and its global network of terror could there be than that burning spear. As to his brilliance, perhaps we will see it emerge through the people themselves, as the trine between the new Moon and Uranus suggests. Read on!
This will be a lunation to watch, in fact, the middle degrees of Leo could be all about visibility and power radiating from the Heart of the Lion. And Uranus and Pluto met in the mid 60′s at mid Virgo, kicking off the revolutionary stirrings of a generation that is now remembering its roots and bringing the burning Sun of popular revolt to bear upon the terrorists themselves – Venus is on the exact same degree at this new Moon. We know who those terrorists really are, and their hunger for power is clearly exposed, both as the enemy and as the unquenchable thirst of a spirit torn from the matrix of time, hell-bent upon destruction. We are no longer dealing with human deliberation alone. As the drive to create automatons of us all, as both media miasma, propagandised mis-information masquerading as ‘News’, the eugenic push for transhumanism, genetic modification of nature, and the radical erosion of human rights blatantly demonstrate, it has become inhuman.
The solar eclipse that fell just before the dates of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945 also fell at the midpoint of Cancer, hard by the degree occupied by Mars at this new Moon, which is also applying very close to Saturn’s degree in the 1945 eclipse chart – this alone suggests there is much that we must watch for. Jupiter now stands exactly opposed to Pluto from 9 cancer, within a degree of the Hiroshima chart’s north node. What was begun then is being exascerbated now, destiny perversely becoming fate. Cancer brings it home, makes it personal, on our doorstep. Every human is affected, and we are now seeing the reality of this opening out. The aggression unleashed around that eclipse point is reverberating through Mars, only now it is an escalating anger at the violence being meted out upon the land, the skies, the security and privacy of every individual and upon the waters that give us life. Just as the water sign of Cancer also has associations with the great Mother and is ruled by the Moon, so too women are bringing their inflamed and passionate voices into the frontline to protect the sacred waters - witness the Balcombe protest against Cuadrilla in the UK.
The fracking agenda is also coming to a head, bringing the whole water issue into the homelands near your home and mine. The pollution that is being unleashed upon our Earth, in the form of geo-engineering and the insane obsession with fossil and nuclear fuels, both of which are engineering a disaster in our midst, are the physical symptoms of the spectre’s own illness – this too we are now clearly seeing, and that spectre’s agenda has a number, 21. Bilderburg has been making a media splash where, previously, it had been considered the private and covert annual convention of the elite, the select few whose strategem for global dominance conspiracy theorists recognised as the plotting of the NWO’s Shadow Government. Agenda 21 seeks to put government at the heart of every aspect of human life and it, and the Shadow Government, can no longer be tossed aside as the conspiracy theorists favourite fixation – government of the people is clearly an agenda that no longer serves the people, if it ever did, and the shadow is in plain sight. But, this ‘outing’ is itself a reflection of the brazen audacity with which the spectre is now wielding its agenda…..it is an agenda whose false face has fallen away, is out of ‘control’ and into ‘psychopathic madness’.
But, that agenda was seeded in the Phillipines in 1987, clarified and drafted into a global context in 1989, secured as such in 1992 at the Rio Earth summit and ‘published’ in 1993 – in amongst those key dates we find the mid-point coming up again, most notably with Saturn at 14 Capricorn opposite Chiron at 14 Cancer (!) in 1989, and with Chiron in mid-Leo, the Moon square in Taurus and this new Moon’s Mercury conjunct Mars position in the 1992 chart. The planets conspire to inflame the wound. And, notably, the mid-point will again surface when Uranus squares Pluto in the 14th degree of Aries and Capricorn on the dates of the October 2014 and April 2015 lunar eclipses, both of which centre in the mid Pacific. Eclipses too have a way of turning up in charts for EQs and nuclear events…..but, enough of the bad news….
……the good news is that while the cats out of the bag, the significance of Lugh is well befitting to the brilliance promised earlier in that Uranus new Moon trine. Lugh was the consumate master of many skills, his legendary face of blinding luminous intensity symbolising an evolved and adept intelligence – Lugh was also in possession of the powers of wright, smith, champion, swordsman, harpist, hero, poet and historian, sorcerer, and craftsman, all the plausible attributes of learning, articulation, initiation and inspiration. With this display of virtuosity he entered the court of the Tuatha De Danaan, and eventually led them out of the servitude they had suffered under their oppressors, the Fomorians. He is akin to a proto-bard, ovate and druid. He was also in possession of the magical sow’s skin that could heal all wounds. His battle with the one eyed Balor, leader of the Fomorians, whose single eye was poison to all who fell under its gaze, was decided by the shot launched from his sling that hit Balor’s eye with such force it flew out of the back of his head and wreaked havoc amongst Balor’s own army. This is a symbolism to be noted. Translate that act into present times and the single ‘all-seeing eye’ at the top of the pyramid as the target……
Lugh’s virtuosity and ability to overcome the most adverse of conditions and adversaries is also a symbol we can claim for ourselves this Lughnasadh lunation. The people are manifold, both in our inventiveness, which we are empowered the more to manifest through the Uranus trine with the new Moon, and in our diversity. But, I would like to leave you with a further reflection on Lugh’s more inherent ties.
As son of the third of three brothers, nursed by three mothers, and as holder of the sows skin, Lugh shows his connections with the triplicity and the sign of the goddess. The connection is made manifest as he is also attributed with restoring the fecundity of the land, the crops and the livestock. Having refused the offer from another Fomorian king, Bres, of four harvests in one year, and never ending milk from the cows, an uncanny echo of GMO’s and manipulation of nature, in return for the knowledge of the plough, the seed and the sickle, he oversaw the transition into fully establishing settlement and agriculture. It was a revolution waiting to happen that had been itself seeded by the Fomorians as hybrid nomads somewhere between the hunter-gatherer and experimenters with nature in a post diluvian world. Lugh himself, however, was the bringer of horse culture, and horse-power was always the symbol of power itself. For one so skilled, his conversion to a more pastoral life must have been radical, but, it resulted in 40 years of leadership of a people who persist to this day, in both symbol and blood.
Lugh met a watery grave, drowned in Loch Lugborta by Cermait, the son of the Dagda – but there-in lies another tale. As a spirit very much present in our time, we can exorcise the spirit of Lugh from the waters…….it is all tied up with that burning spear. On Lugh’s eve, the boundaries of the temple and the avenues leading to its inner sanctum were lined with flaming torches, his spear directed not towards the living in destructive ire, but, towards the ancestors, as a way shower that would once more re-unite the people within the circle of life and death. Lughnasadh is traditionally a celebration of Lugh’s triumph over the spirits of the otherworld, the hungry ghosts who tried to keep the harvest for themselves. May his spirit unite us in just cause and hail the return of the Goddess and her protectors. So be it!
The images above are from the series ‘Fukushima Prayers’ and first appeared in articles published at Owlmirror immediately following the Fukushima disaster in March 2011
NSA, CIA, FBI, MI5, SIS, ASIO, and surveillance agencies and remote data processing organisations – you know who you are. This is for you. Welcome…..Watchers all.
So, here we are, you and I…..see this and make of it an invitation. You may be here to surveille and analyse, profile and determine, make inroads, remain hidden, and yet we already share so much, as you know. Strange as it may seem, perhaps more than you know. Yes, we are the same, beneath our skin, and roles, the outer and inner trappings of our lives. But, don’t doubt, in our own ways we are much more than this, and humanity is diverse like no other species, each in our own ways – amongst us, watchers and the watched, wearing the clothes of life, are the artists and the healers, the activists and the complacent, the scientists and the spiritualists, the leaders and the led, the bemused and the aware, the disenfranchised and the sharers, the programmed and the awake, the fearful and the compassionate, the vulnerable and the inspired, the violators and the nurturers, and, not to put too fundamentalist spin on this, at root, fundamentally so, we are all a part of the same tree, fed from the same root, and more, much more, at heart, deep at heart, the carers and the lovers of life, the living guardians of what gives us life, even though we may not know it. But, wanting to know is something we have in common.
Even though we may not know it. Can you hold that thought – can you believe it – can you doubt it? Is that why you are reading this, thus far? Can you apply it to yourself? Because it matters that we can say yes, to each of these, as it makes us what we are. Not knowing, they are all keys to knowing. And we are all these things, these people, within ourselves.
Lets not pussyfoot around it. Not one amongst us is immune to the future, though some would have it otherwise. Not one of us is without a past, though some would see more value in this than others. Not one of us lacks the needs of the body, floats outside the pull and push of the present, and where-ever we are going – we are going there together, in this way. This we share. We are not seperate in this. Can you remember who you are, as we do?
Who am I? Mine is a small voice, a whisper amongst the multiverse of sound and glorious chaos in perpetual motion, a fragment within the whirling kaleidoscope of nature, of Nature – but, in this, this is a voice, like yours – wholly a part of the same picture and wholly a voice that once knew the sound and rhythms of timeless dreams within our mother’s womb. That once danced in that mysterious place to the drum-beat of her heart. Earth’s heart. Not one, apart. And we each carry the power of that memory…..it feeds us still. Remember. This may be vital information. To you personally.
Yes. Lets not pussy-foot around here. We all know something. We all know, we are arriving at the crux point, our feet upon the threshold, toes over the edge, hanging on, trying to maintain balance together, and what lies beyond depends upon the choices we now make, their wisdom and our ability to act upon them, wisely. You know that. You would not be here, reading, if this were it not so, a reality in your own life, no matter the nature of those choices – they all inform us. This place we find ourselves in, is it uncomfortable, is it a portal made of chaos and order whose interwoven dynamic oscillates between pillars of polarity, the clashing gate, the mouth of the river, where tidal rip and torrent’s flow push against each other, the maelstrom, the edgeland. A place uncharted. Is that why you are here? Do you need priceless information to navigate this terrain. Is it fear of the unknown that leads us? Are we in a race for survival, at war over information, you and I? Who said there is an information war, who said ‘we are losing’ it? Who is afraid? Where is the conflict, the evidence, where does the trail lead back to? Everywhere around us? A select few? Or inside us……and, even then, is it yours? Does fear belong to you?
For those sucked under, under the oppressive regime of fear, fear itself prevents, violates, terrorises, obscures, the path and the terrain, not who or what we are. Deep within us all is a seed, a remembrance of the truth of this. And, we share a common source, we were all born from water, from the river, and the ocean, have salt in our blood. Why fear? Is it the ultimate exotic weapon…or a legacy of someone elses nightmare? Are you free of it?
And, for those free of fear, what lies beyond that threshold? Death? No. Lets not pussyfoot around and act as if this is not real. Amidst a necessary meltdown of the patterns that have overshadowed the Life loving with the Death dealing, We are. In its vortex. We have all been subjected to corralling and coercion, bullied and programmed into becoming the devouring, the unthinking and the divided. And yet, as you know, all too well, some have retained the memory of who they are, failed magnificently to succumb. I am a small voice, but, I know the power of that memory, and, in this I am not alone, as you also know all too well, not through surveillance, but, within yourself. That too is seeded within you, at your core. And still we have not fully reached into the core of our being, our uniqueness, and turned upon the ultimate truth of our wildest most beautiful imagining beauty. Is this what you fear? Is it to be feared at all?
We have imagination, yet. And, our ancestors have been there before us, reached this point, and taken the path to its limits, until imagining spread its wings and lifted them beyond the threshold, beyond who they were, what we are…..and, we would not be here now without them, you and I, had this not happened. They did survive, and live on in us, in the rivers and mountains, the forests and the wind. They speak to us from the stars, ancestral fires that burn in every particle of our being. This is not unreal, or to be feared. Neither can it be erased. We are not seperate. You and I. We share imagination, the commonground of that original dreaming. Would you deny who you are?
If this is an inconvenience, a boring drag amongst your daily routine, of dredge and surveille, filter, analyse and profile, if this presents no threat, is hollow words, some new-age nonsense, lacks the trigger, the buzz-word, if we’d spoken of ’terrorist’, ‘conspirator’, ‘covert operation’, ‘threat to national security’, ‘bomb plot’ and ‘government database’, ‘hack’, ‘Al Qaeda’, ‘Taliban’, ‘Hamas’, ‘IPLO’, ‘ETA’, ‘PLF’, IMU and you know far better than I who else, what else……if device + freedom + attack do not = the necessary equation, is not enough, if this does not carry the implications, contain the code, the signs and catalysts for investigation that you are looking for, for you to look, and take this in, look again, simply look again, for the invitation here is not hidden in plain sight, or a cause for suspicion. But, don’t just look, or look for phantasms - let me offer you water, the traditional offering to guests and visitors – it means something, peace, healing, reconciliation and Life. And, look over your shoulder at your co-workers, and if you are alone, ask why, if in fact it is true, and know that it is not just your own life that hangs on your choices, and your ability to act upon them – your own life and what you do with it is important. And yes, question, imagine, mark this page, file under…..’an invitation’, only do it in your own personal file, the one marked ‘Remember’, and, as you do, ask your forebears, what opened the portal wide to their future, enough that we have life now, that you have life, in their living imagination, as they lived and live in you now. Imagine……I invite you.
………..’the truth hurts but the lies are killing us’…….
These words from the Danish scientist Niels Harrit carry much weight and gravity in our times. In a recent interview on RedIce Radio Niels revealed how the collapse of building 7 next to the twin towers of the WTC on 9/11 is a clear and in-plain-sight demonstration of a building in free-fall…..without even taking into account the fact that there were no physical impacts to this building, as a physical structure this should not have happened. Even if it was a deliberate demolition carried out through conventional use of explosives the material substance of the building would not have behaved this way; the steel skeleton of the building, the tensile strength and material resistance of its superstructure, were eliminated, its mass integrity ‘atomised’ and rendered resistance free as it collapsed. Free-fall. And remember, this was the building that housed offices occupied by the Securities & Exchange Commission, the Internal Revenue Service, the Immigration & Naturalisation Services, the Department of Defence, several major Banks, and the CIA, amongst others. With extreme irony, as an image of the collapse of a power structure under the direct influence of a greater intrinsic power, it is a provocative metaphor. There are so many ways it can be read as such, that reflect the dynamic of change we are engaged with in the world right now……
……we don’t like to look at the truth when it is painful, when it incurs a cost on our well-being and happiness, but, there comes a point where avoiding the truth no longer becomes an option, where the threat of doing so supercedes the pain, where the cost of remaining passive in the face of a painful truth excedes the suffering of living under the lie. This is a truth that the people of Turkey are demonstrating to the world as I write. In the coming weeks the cost of this newest uprising of collective protest and defiance in the face of oppression and fear will ripple out and will register amongst the people worldwide – and, while the consequences of that ripple effect are largely unforesee-able, at least in their exact form at this point, we can sense the possibilities; those have already been given precedence in Egypt, Libya, Syria and many other countries where the people have risen up in protest……but, the chances of those consequences being realised signal truths that register with extreme clarity within the corridors of power. Little wonder the mainstream media news-channels so often choose to act as if nothing of this nature were happening. It is broadcasting denial.
Such denial itself is a top-down strategy, imposed from the upper-echelons of the incumbent power structures, that also harbours a blatant lie – there is absolutely no doubt about this. The diplomatic hotlines will be on fire, heads of State will be checking and establishing where each other stands, while ‘the usual forces’ will be applied in suppressing the uprisings. The main instrument of that suppression is use of force, but, its effectiveness is not simply physical – it relies on fear for full impact and denial for justification. The metaphor of building 7 finds its purpose here – the power that can deliver collapse is immanent, and widespread. No amount of media blackouts can hide this truth, even if the powers that be would like to subvert its reality under the banner of ‘Terrorism’. Terror or no, suppression feeds its own demise. And, although it can take generations for that demise to materialise, it can also arrive with devastating speed and impact.
The equations of terror applied as a calculated instrument of suppression are couched in the langauge of cryptic lies deliberately designed to spread fear. However, there is a powerful force waiting to be activated and realised if the spirit of revolt is allowed to spread amongst the people. It is the will and spirit of the People. That spirit has a history as long as that of the oppressors, and the source of its power is not only truth, but, fearlessness. When I started writing this article, some weeks ago, it began as an astrological meditation on that spirit, with a focus on the present and the potential energy for its emergence writ large in the stars. The propensity for that spirit to emerge within the world in our coming times needs to be looked at. We also need to glance over our shoulders. There is a point in time at which that spirit began to take on its most recent manifestation, that can be identified astrologically, and which is living through the generations alive in our times. We are approaching the time of the fourth generation from that initiating moment. The astrology is useful as it helps us to register how the effectiveness of that spirit and its nature has morphed through time under the influence of cultural, political, scientific, economic, philosophical and spiritual developments. It also brings the nature of revolution’s own innate spiritual force into a clear perspective. For the most part, what follows here is a severely edited down version of some of the notes, drafts and interpretations of that reading, that have accumulated in the meantime; it has to be edited so, as the material that could be drawn on is so extensive, but, the voice of the historical moment has dictated it so. I was due to publish the full article on May 31st, but, then Mars hit the cusp of Gemini and the voice of the people in Turkey began to ring out with a powerful cry……
……there are many astrological factors feeding into this moment for Turkey, not least of all the current transit of retrograde Saturn in Scorpio presently closing to within a degree of the Sun in Turkey’s October 29th 1923 natal chart – a clear indicator, given the events unfolding, of attempts at internal clampdown on the will and spirit of the Turkish people that are now coming to a head. Theirs is a spirit of much depth and a will of much strength. Chiron, representing wounds and innate truths, is closely transiting Turkey’s natal Uranus – a cathartic catalystic influence of increasing potential within the collective. We share that depth, that strength, those wounds – in solidarity. These are slow moving influences, exerting pressure over time….but, the Mars transit, very closely followed by Mercury crossing into Cancer, hits home with detonating clarity that effects us all. And it is hard to avoid the fact that we are globally under the direct influence of Uranus square Pluto……the metaphysics and potential energy of revolution are seeded within that square, its spirit an unstoppable reality for us all. It only takes for the personal planets to trigger senstive points within an existing natal template for that potential to become fully present and realised through the lives of individuals and nations. So, what can we expect in the coming times? What does the astrology tell us of the bigger picture for our world.
I will be exploring this longer term view in the next part of this post, looking into the upcoming quarter between solstice and equinox, from the perspective of revolution and global transformation. That perspective will stand independantly, carry a more spiritual emphasis and focus on the long term view from the point of view of healing, and activism as a potential medium for this. But, we watch the world stage with baited breath; the bigger picture is crying out to be acknowledged and held…….and, in case you were wondering, in respect of this, the image at the head of this article carries a message that I would invite you to meditate on…..
……Monarch Butterflys migrate en-masse over thousands of miles each year, following a pathway that is innately imprinted in their ancestral memory. Within a single year four generations are birthed, the first three following the primary instinct to find food and reproduce, increasing their numbers to a profound and significant level; the fourth generation is different – this generation follows the impulse to migrate on its journey home. By the time the fourth generation emerges their numbers are so great that even the ravages of the journey cannot reduce their numbers sufficiently to prevent its collective destiny being realised and the journey being completed. Such are their numbers that their future generations can be ensured and the ancestral link to their innate nature kept alive. This in itself is a powerful metaphor, but, we need to go a little deeper to get its full import…….
Within the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly the process of cellular and molecular deconstruction, breakdown and reconstitution within the chrysalis is facilitated and ‘managed’ by certain cells that hold the genetic codes of this process intact throughout – these cells are called the ‘Imaginals’.
The Imaginal cells within each generation of the Monarch butterfly assure the transformation from caterpillar into butterfly, but, it is the generational cycle that this in turn ensures that allows the Monarch Butterfly to achieve critical mass……..
…….what feeds the Imaginal is its connection with the bigger inter-generational picture, its crowning glory being its journey beyond the chrysalis, beyond the generation that it gives rise to, an ancestral journey that belongs to its spirit and is foreseen in a time to come.
As we stand, the long reach of the human journey encapsulates much of the Monarch butterfly’s, and, like them, our generational homeland calls to us with innate power. Perhaps for us in this time it is most clearly evident in the rising spirit of revolution, a force of nature that is both historical and of the moment. The wide scope of our future is narrowing and the time is fast approaching for our own migration – that migration is so intimately bound up with the release from the cocoon of oppression, lies and suffering, that we cannot help but know this is a journey into truth. It is the role of the Imaginals that is crucial for us now. The very word has power…..and it is here that we have our mandate. We are on the cusp of the fourth generation, witnessing its emergence, and its spirit lives through us.
……..when silence speaks to us, why break silence……
……..its voice is more eloquant than a thousand poets, and, more filled with meaning, heart and the presence of soul….than all the words we cast about it…..
…..our bodies too speak, have their language, and their silence, forged in the greater silence of being…..what greater poetry is there than the body of Life!? Yet, it, like the voice of silence, is oft drowned out by the cacophony of worldly life…..
‘We have fallen into the place where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and if the whole world’s harp should burn up,
there will still be hidden instruments playing, playing
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach wanting, wanting
They derive from a slow and powerful root that we cannot see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out!’ (1)
It has been said that we arrive here forgetful, of our path, the one we have come to find and make, its destination and meaning, and the one we have trod in coming here. Yet, forgetting, we forget again. And, the world is filled with noise…..
You would think, we must be in shock, as, we learned, long ago, if the voice of our heart be true to the origin of memories we carry, that we are children, that we are at play, forever at the onset of our road, finding the voice of its story, and forgetting…….in that moment the story of our life is the gift we have come to deliver, and, how close to our true voice we are as children……cast around, and listen….do you hear that voice, present in the world, amidst the hubbub…..it is there….if the heart is open to hearing it, once again……
Yet, we have shod our hearts in ill-fitting shoes of lives forgotten, poorly remembered, as yet unlived…..shoes that we would have the soles of our souls protected by, out of the hope that we might in wearing them walk the extra mile, and in doing so, recollect and remember our soul roads……
Our shoes filled with earth, with the legacy of stars, with blood and ancestry, our hearts filled with long memories walking the soul road, this body is more than ourselves, borrowed from the wind, the fire, the ocean, the bodies of those who have gone before us, all birthed from the one womb we call Life, and her daughter, Earth…….
…..it were better we cast off our shoes and let the silent beauty of the breathing Earth speak once more the magic every child knows in their heart to be our guide, as we travel the remembering pathways of our own soul road……
Let there be silence and let its fullness flow from the heart of all things into our hearts, if only for the blessed moment in which the voice of the Beloved is heard, and we are held, in the ecstacy, the delicious perfume of Its song….
and find the Soul Road, the path we came to here to travel…….once more.
(1) ‘Where Everything is Music’ – Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī (Jalalu’ddin Rumi, Maulana), 13th century Persian poet, founder of Mevlevi order / Whirling Dervishes of Sufi tradition - tanslation by Coleman Barks.
In unmasking Uranus the numinous power of Fire is released, once more. It is a central motif in a drama that is already unfolding in our time, the duel process of the unbinding of Prometheus and the consequent holding to account of his first profound act of endowing humanity with fire – in following ‘due course’ we too will be and are being held to account. It is also an act that invokes the revelation of the subtle strategies at work in the cosmos, that correspond to the coersive impulse of the archetypal, the realm of the ‘gods’, as well as the hidden agendas of the human realm. It also reveals our understanding of who we are and what we have become. We are ‘in’ the revelation zone. Yet, in Uranus as archetype the impulse is a force which follows, or at least appears to follow, the course of an unfound logic, an elemental power, like lightning, that is unexpected, instantaneous and has equally unanticipated consequences, or at least we might like to excuse ourselves in thinking so. While these qualities are in themselves anathematic to the ‘seemingly’ monumental conservatism that binds the archetypes to their motives and motivating influence there is a growing and predominant feeling in the world that we have reached the zenith of our own culpability, the nadir of our responsibility, as a reflection of our misuse of the archetypal fire. And this itself lays open Uranus workings on and in the archetypal realms. We do well to heed Hermetic wisdom. The revolution in the heavens is upon us.
And so it was with the birth into consciousness of the planet Uranus, the first to be ‘discovered’ (in 1781 by the astronomer Herschel) beyond the orbit of Saturn, and thus the upsetter of the hitherto self contained vision of a planetary cosmos, the ‘solar’ system, circumscribed by Saturn’s orbit. Beyond this was the unknown, or as yet unapprehended, and Uranus advent was an augery, a signal of that doorway into the unconscious being opened, a pathological warning that went largely unheeded, at least until the planet Neptune came into the frame. This oversight is significant in what came after, for, even though the existance of both the planets Neptune (1846) and Pluto (1930) was unknown to us at the time of Uranus naming, the unconscious influence of their archetypes had a deep bearing on how we reacted to possession of the Promethian fire that Uranus discovery delivered into our hands. This factor is also key in unfolding an understanding, from an astrological perspective, of the unconscious element in Uranus presence amongst us. But, at this point, the prologue is incomplete – the drama cannot be entered into without bringing more props and scenery onto the stage.
Uranus opened the way between the inner and the outer planets, and between the solar system and the starry cosmos, the celestial fundament of stellar space. That realm is symbolised in Uranus association with the Greek god Ouranos, representing the heavens. But, this is where the symbological association ends….Ouranus was an arch conservative within the pantheon of Greek creation myths, and Uranus, in astrological practice and experience, is the antithesis of that archetypal characteristic. So, how is it that the archetype persists in name but not in function and effect? It is time to unmask Uranus and in doing so once more ignite the Promethian Fire……as a torch and illuminator of our way ahead, an act of redemption. But will it be Uranus or ourselves who will be redeemed? We shall see…..
….ahh, Prometheus! The stealer of divine power in the form of Fire. Promethian cunning is kin to astrological Uranus, and with it he thwarted the gods, and we all know the consequences he suffered…..how much does this reflect the error of our own ways, their consequences in our times, at least those belonging to the western paradigm. In unmasking Uranus we also unmask those errors, and, in all their destructive elements, the stigma attached to playing with fire, the impact upon our world of a zealous and unbounded desire to wield the power of the gods, in the world. We expose our own naivety, our childish lack of fore-thought and understanding. Uranus, and Prometheus both, invited us to step beyond the Saturnian threshold, and we did so blindly, inflated with the incendiary power of the archetype, and through this, so, in standing trial, we too become unmasked, are held to account and, in the process, expose the innate dangers of assuming archetypal forces to be our own to play with. In light of this notion, it is perhaps no coincidence that Uranus discovery came amidst the rise of the ‘science paradigm’, of scientific materialism and heralded the advent of its adjunct, the industrial revolution. There are many obvious reasons why we should seek to expose ourselves to what lies behind that mask at this time, and, not least of all as Uranus is so prominently figured in the current astrology.
We are in the midst of the Uranus Pluto square, the aspect that almost certainly carries the signature of our times. Uranus in initiatic Aries and Pluto in power-house Capricorn. Seven times the square is formed and, over a period of…..years, presents us with the opportunity to experience first hand the archetypes at work through these two planets and their presence, both as influences upon and mirrors of what lies behind our own subtle, and not so subtle, strategems in the world. No two planets could be more suited to the task of upsetting the paradigmatic applecart than Uranus and Pluto, especially when in the square aspect where their combination is one of provocation and striving for relationship, rather than the harmonious co-operation we might expect of the softer aspects, the trine and sextile. So, the stage is set for the first part of the hearing, and while it may be the gods that are called to account, it is hubris that is the charge and crime – in this it is humanity that is the culpable and, possibly, only prime suspect. But, are we really culpable, or have we been duped to the highest degree? In unmasking Uranus, we will find, we must enter the realms of the arch-trickster, King Jester…..Look Out!
If there is a powerful current of revolutionary energy at work with electrifying impact in the world in our times it is, in one aspect, manifest in the exposure of Rulers, tyrants, power mongers and dictators, hidden and overt. We are seeing mass protest manifest against the usury and manipulation that they have visited and are visiting upon us, and this is building – we instinctively know that this is the case, but, the evidence is becoming rife. The material fabric of western culture is shot through with the symptoms of this usury and the world is being destroyed. Science has become infiltrated to an immense degree by the machinations of the power crazy and the self-serving. And yet, as individuals we are held to be accountable, through our lifestyles, our mindless consumerism and apparent powerlessness in the face of that great god of the scientific materialists, Progress. ‘Apparent’ though – the cracks in the armour of scientific ‘necessity’ and its saturating permeation of our lives are letting in the light of realisation and this too is motivating the uprising. This is the Uranian fire at work and Pluto, also allied in this, is breaking down the barriers, the structures that support and conceal the powers within. This too is reflected in our current scientific revolution, its fierce pace no less a threat to our world than its benefits are an astonishingly mesmerising gift. We can detect the veiled but pervasive work of Neptune’s dark side in that hypnotic influence. Yet, many are calling it an awakening, and rightly so – Uranus is also the awakener – but, many are also becoming increasingly aware of the dangers of Promethius gift to humanity.
In that awakening, in the light of the fire that was handed to us on Uranus discovery, is reflected our ability to change the world, radically. Following the Promethian hand-over, this has taken on monumental proportions. Archetypes inflate when they are taken in, when we attempt to hold them in our grasp. They carry the twin charge of inescapable necessity and compulsive force, Ananke and Bia in the divine cosmology. They grow in our psyche through their active presence and, as a result, we begin to lose sight of ourselves under such powerful numinous influences. Our pathological reaction is instinctive and motivates correspondingly innate and primarily archetypal valencies within ourselves. We act out and in the process unleash the archetypal power through ourselves into the world, or….we act-in, and become narcissistically involved with their in-dwelling and psychic charge. Much that we enact as a result is infused with unconscious qualities – the archetype, where it is confined to the instinctive, remains unintegrated, its function and effect undisclosed, its influence neurotic. This could be a description of the effects of the Uranian explosion that accompanied its discovery, that set scientific innovation on fire. We knew not what we did.
As a brief aside that was both shocking and illuminating to hear, I remember an indigenous elder describing how his grandparents world was ripped assunder by the influx of iron goods and electricity, of how these were both seen to be what they are, the products of a power base, and basis, alien to the indigenous world, and yet, it promised benefits, was also desirable! They wanted the electric light and iron cooking pot, he confessed. More recently a comment was made to me that if the ancestors had had Dremels (electrically powered crafting tools) they too would have used them to craft their talismans and everyday utensils. But, and this is a big ‘but’ and key point at this stage in the trial, they did not have the power to drive the Dremel. Although there is growing evidence to show that the ancients were well conversant with the power of the electric universe, in this court it must be noted that it is western scientific industrialism that sought to harness that power, that is carrying the burden of responsibility. And our reaction was no different to those indigenous great grandparents……but, how much of a choice did we have? Was it the hubris of the common woman and man that was at work in harnessing that power? Were we innocently led, like lambs to the slaughter, into the abattoir of technological progress?
Much power is a dangerous thing….in the wrong hands. Another indigenous elder recounted how, on being shown photographs of sky-scrapers (think about that word), his elders instant reaction was that whoever was responsible for them had a serious problem with ‘power’. Too true….as the elders revealed the indigenous world is not naive in the face of power, especially those powers that are what we in the West call ‘super-natural’. Such powers, if accessible to the individual, are integrated into the indigenous world while remaining hidden, and that hiddeness is the responsibility of the person who has access to them to maintain. There is deep wisdom in this. We have done the opposite in the West. And the Promethian fire is not simply an incendiary, it too is supernatural, originates with the gods.
Yet science will not have it. The ‘supernatural’ is fantasy. This is changing – innovative scientists, such as Rupert Sheldrake for example, are challenging the ‘scienctific paradigm of the establishment’, revealing the fantasies upon which it has built its fortress….and, there are many others hard at work on this deconstruction process while embracing the, in fact, through embracing the ‘paranormal’, supernatural and spiritual weave of the scientific fabric. Our understanding of the world we live in is changing with it. Monsanto has fulfilled Mary Shelly’s prophetic vision of Frankestein’s monster – but, this is where we are beginning to differentiate between those responsible and the rest. Pluto’s alchemy cuts both ways…..and it too has archetypal relentlessness.
But, Pluto’s is the archetype that takes us to the very depths and changes everything from the bottom up – Uranus does the opposite, bringing divine interventions and revolutionary inspiration to bear from the top down. Where they meet is in their revolutionary impact. We are caught in their midst, polarised and struggling to maintain balance – we have no choice. Yet, we have some…..
If there be a preliminary summing up to be had at this stage in the courts proceedings we need to weigh our choices. Our souls may very well be in that balance.
In doing so, lets remind ourselves of that indigenous wisdom, that brings consciousness and resposibility to the ‘possession’ of power, both in being possessed by such and having access to it. If Pluto is the alchemist, Uranus is the magician. If Pluto has the earthly power structures in the crucible, Uranus is throwing light upon the process. They both wield fire. And, we are compelled, in our current circumstances, to use this power wisely. Uranian insights are essential. We are culpable now to the extent that we make use of them, or, more correctly, in how we make use of them, for the former will, if the latter is heeded, become balanced – this much instinct tells us. We have a wise animal knowing within each of us that is not only our ally in this, but, is a primal gift of the ancestors. That knowing connects us to our roots, passing through both Uranus and Pluto’s realms to meet us, and offering us a root of knowledge that has been all but erased from our human world, but persists. That we have such within reach is crucial – this isn’t to say that instinct will save the day – we need far more conscious articulation of our knowledge and wisdom. And we can find it.
In Uranus we also find the higher levels of consciousness, you could say, which to us in a sense, are also the instincts of the divine, of the gods. And it is this that is the missing element, the unapprehended attribute of the sacred fire that we bypassed on our way to the fire-pit and furnace. It is also Pluto’s gift that we are able to put this higher knowing to use now, not only in bringing down Frankenstein’s castle, and this can be a metaphor for all the hiding places of monstrous misuse of power, but, coming to understand the cthonic powers and what they are in relation to us. Pluto is also the dark aspect of the Great Mother, her crone wisdom, an unusually compelling image when we consider the changes that are at work now in the world. In their combination Pluto and Uranus bring the volcanic and the electric together, Magma and Lightning….the scalar union of power in the plasmic universe. On the ground we are standing on the rim of the culdera, the firey precipice. We do not need to get any closer to read the signs.
We must awaken from our reveries and realise that we are in the court of the Jester King. The hearing is underway and if, while daydreaming in the fire, we have missed the vital evidence….well, we will surely subvert the choices we have in the process of a just verdict being reached…..but, for this to happen we must ask ‘how did we get here’,and, who is this Jester King? The answer to both is in unmasking ourselves, for it is we who have been wearing Uranus mask. We have invoked the spirit uninitiated. If we can do so we may well find that the mask changes, that this is our initiation, and that it becomes the shamans mask, that helps us in dancing with the spirits, that is their gift, and that connects us with the power to heal, the powers that heal. What in us unites the lower worlds and the upper is the question……and here the elders, the indigenous people of wisdom and the shamans are our best guides – our very nature is at stake in finding the answer.
Next up in the dock at Owlmirror, in the second part of this ‘Trial in the Court of the Jester King’, will be Neptune…….!
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“They used to say in days of old, the Magpie was a sacred bird,
beloved of the goddess, heeded by all travellers-oh…..
one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy……
…..five for silver, six for gold…..seven for a secret never to be told
the Sun was jealous of her love, and stole Her children from Her nest,
She searches for them to this day, the seeds of star-light from her heart
one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a boy and four for a boy….
five for silver, six for gold…..seven for a secret never to be told
and, to all but those who honour Her, who wear her colours and and follow her call,
her mysteries will hidden be…………Magpie, keeper of the Magic-Fire.
one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy……
…..five for silver, six for gold…..seven for a secret never to be told
The old woman had turned up unexpectedly, out of the blue, as if she had materialised from the boundaries of day and night itself, and had walked across the edge of dusk unseen to sit at our fire…….she was travel weary, you could tell, but, there was a certain vigour about her, an energy with a strong quiet presence – little did we suspect its source or the gifts she was carrying as she was offered a place and settled herself, gathering her long cape and robes about her…….we all looked to her expectantly, and she, as if gathering us in slowly round the circle, her face a map of weathered journeys, and stories waiting to unfold……
Her eyes - I will not forget those eyes, mysterious pools of tender wisdom, fathomless worlds, thresholds of sky and ocean, and the strange sensation that, as she beheld us we were each being touched by an invisible force, a mystery enfolding itself around us.
“Let me rest here a while and in return I will tell you a story…….”, she had said, brushing the dust of the road from her robes and folding them about her. There was a promise in this, and a balm that eased our surprise at her appearance in our midst, and, instantly you knew – here was the voice of experience, of an elder. She knew how to play this situation, was an old hand with this opening gambit. We are all hungry for the warmth and companionship provided by the sweet medicine of the fire, but, it is also ever the way with humans that we are reluctant to invite the unknown into our midst. So, an exchange of gifts is often the sweetener that encourages us to drop our boundaries, when the fire is ours to give and the unknown comes knocking….but, stories, they are things of power.
If we had known the nature of the story about to be given would we still have opened our circle to its medicines? As the old woman went on to say of the gift she had to offer, once she had found her spot and began unfolding the story-tellers bundle in her lap, “……..it will bring flavour to some and be as salt to the wounds of others, for, on this night will open a portal, a rift in time, a threshold into deeper wisdom, the Ocean Mother’s wisdom….”
…and here she paused, pulling us further in…..the portentious scent of fate and destiny twisting about her as she whispered to the night….
“…….yes, womb-wisdom, crone wisdom; listen, then…..listen with your bones…..from here, within the temple of your heart,” she said, placing the flats of her hands upon her chest and spreading them outwards in a wide all-embracing gesture.
That night, as the calendar makers and star watchers had foretold, the Moon fell into darkening, and, as Her light bled into the night, the ocean hushed as the story-teller invoked the spirit of the moment….beneath the canopy of stars above the southern ocean…….
“Listen to an old woman’s news – it comes from far distant lands, but, heed this message well, for its edge is close at hand………when earthen shadow falls, and the lunar mother removes her mask……we remember her true face once more; her face, so sanguine, as if lit by embers from within….yes, we remember - we remember…….when the moon-light becomes the womb-light…..how it was, before we put up our masks, after our masks fall,”
….her words spun strange and familiar worlds behind our eyes, and her face, like the night, steeped in thought, radiated with the light of another world…..
“It comes around and goes around, this merry dance. It beats its slow steady heart beat to a rhythm ancient with memory, opening the shell of time, the second wound, the wound that receives the golden seed, bleeding fire into the night. Herstory is the history of wounds – She pulses, enchants with luminous dust, and pulls, and pulls, and pulls…She feels, and She heals.” She stooped to scoop a handfull of sand and we watched the grains fall slowly through her fingers, leaving a small shell, a spiral wonder of sacred energy nestling in her hand.
The elders and day-keepers had caught her meaning and sent the whisper around the circle – she was a Moon Mother, an Aluna, holy woman of the Moon, midwife of the mysteries - she had come to give warning of the eclipse, we should listen carefully to her teaching, there may be an initiation afoot, something unforeseen in the darkening of the Moon…….
The Moon Mother let the hum of words that were rippling round the circle settle and, holding the shell between thumb and fore-finger, raised it towards the center of the circle. “There is one present here who carries the mark of this day…..”. She paused and cast her shining eyes around the circle……no-one stirred. “All in good time, all in good time…..you will know who you are before the nights out, and, then……” she offered the shell in outstretched hand…..”this mystery, and all contained within it, shall be yours to hold for this village……this night, She will come amongst us”. A murmur, touched with nervousness, excitement and fore-boding, swept through the circle.
“But, do not be in any hurry to fix meaning to my words…….I give them to you by way of protection, of which I pray you shall need none, but, there is more than one shadow loosed in the world this night…..may the power of the Great Mother be with us……” – her voice dropped off as she delivered the warning, a loud crack and stream of sparks exploding from the fire as she slowly got to her feet.
The old woman stepped into the firelight, her voice returning stronger now…..”Remember her and remember her well. She who wears the three-fold masks, the fertile-scented Flower of Dawn, the swollen-bellied Fruit of Night, the wise-horned Eye of Dusk, shedding and renewing, as skins and veils, as spiralling patterns in the serpentine dance…..She moves, and She moves us.” At that moment, as if summoned, the wind blows the shell from her hand, and a far distant bird calls, cackling laughter carried on the billowing air……..she raised her chin to the horizon and sniffed at the wind as it swirled away, carrying the smells and textures of the forest. We all smelt it, that fresh breath of life and its undertone, the rich hummus of life-giving death, the balance giver. “Pine and Birch,” she said, ”the grandmothers and maiden warriors of the deep lands of memory - those forests remember you, you know……..and they have their own memories, ancestors of your own, waiting for you to return, to meet with you once more in your journeys and dreams…..earthen shadows, spectral lights, irridescing, dancing in the dark, tricky, and…..” her voice now filled with a ripple of dark humour…..”ripe for the picking……”
I notice a few nervous glances passing around the circle – what is this, does anyone understand the meaning of her words? She bows down as if looking directly into the earth and half whispers….
“Remember, She moves us, not onwards, but, inwards and……with every turning, reveals the gateways, thresholds of wonders, guarding the grove of mysteries, woven into concealment……you will meet her first within the serpentine folds of Wysteria, the flower of the ‘womens’ mysteries’….glancing up and casting her gaze around the circle of fire-lit faces, her gaze comes to rest on a young boy, himself at the threshold of adulthood……”of this, men’s knowing shall know nothing……..save his own luminous shadow, dancing in search of himself, his beloved.” A murmur of wry laughter runs amongst the elders present and sets heads wagging and nodding. She has us in the palm of her hand…….
“…how many of you know,” she continues, her gaze still circling on the gathering, “what lies across the threshold of her inner sanctuary……”. It is a direct challenge, no doubt, but, the wiley old crone knows that for those who do know that this is and can only be a rhetorical question – this wise old bird is fishing for a different kind of response……”She initiates all who would be re-united within themselves…….from within Her hidden recess, holiest of holies, with every darkening Moon she beats Her signal and calls - ’have you the mettle’, she asks…….
I had not suspected this night would bring to my own life such a question, such a calling, yet there it was…..and the bone-wise midwife in our midst caught my eye as she said……”wearing her true face, She opens Her oracular eye and sees into the deepest realms of our hearts…..”. She winks at me and then, closing her eyes spreads wide her arms, holding a white skinned frame drum before her, beating a steady heartbeat…..
Suddenly the night feels chill with expectation and a loud crack explodes from the fire - ”How would we know her, but, to join the dance…..come to her and remember…….remember, at her bidding, why we came here……and dance…..who we were before we came…..” – the drumbeat has an enticing quality, her voice riding its beats, becoming a chant…..
“…….She is the chanting storyteller of our lives before we lived them…..she rides the Spirit Horse of our Earth’s dreaming back to the beginning……..spiralling around itself upon the axis of the stars…….rising on the swollen tide we journey with Her through the crack in time.” Her chants create waves upon waves…..cross-patterns out of which our very soul stuff rises at the beats. “She weaves the pulse into this world as we are born forgetful of her song……She weaves her song into our soul that we may remember why we came here…….until…….” and she whorls around, sending the tassels from her long cloak and skirts flying in a wave around her…….it is as a signal, and now we are all on our feet….
“…Her call is heeded…..spirit walkers, kith and kindred, Sons and Daughters of Silver and Gold, red-white-black words, songs of memory and possibility, threading soul paths through these worlds…..follow her, follow her…” and now our feet have become infected with her rhythm, our backs twitching and hips swaying, hands rising in gestures on her delicious beat….
“….in another time, another time……once upon a time that is no-time…..time before time….” something is happening, the light of the fire is growing, its flames are expanding and I see figures in their midst, wearing robes of flashing feathers, blue and black and white and green, irridescent with night’s magic…….”She comes, She of many faces, with Her dark green cackling laughter and flashing wings….falling and rising above the churning ocean.” At this point I do not remember if she spoke these words or if it was the voice of the one she had called into our midst, who spoke of the time before time, the beginning, of memory and possibility, who spoke of Aluna…..
…….how long we danced I cannot say, only to say that we found ourselves close in on the fire, or the fire seemed to have grown…..we had entered another space and time and, in that place, the voice pulled me further in…..
“…..She weaves her pathway across the southern seas this night – her flashing wings, her irridescent tail, her coat of tricks….hear this and remember”…..the flames part and the old woman steps into the embers, gesturing me to follow…….as I step upon the radiant bed of dancing liquid light the sparks fly up around me and suddenly I am spinning amongst stars…….her voice leads me on……
I remember one other thing from that journey – I returned momentarily to hear a great roar of thunder issue from her drum, and tailing slowly away, bringing the circle back, ecstatic and breathing hard, slowly to a standstill…….and as the drum wound down I heard her say these words……”know this,” she whispered between her teeth, hoarse and urgent, “Silent Thunder is coming but Her heart beats yet and with the one who follows me will reverberate still…..look for her coming, from beyond the clashing rocks…….when Sun rises and she returns in those stars the world will see its fruit on solstice eve…..on solstice eve, another world will remember this one…..but, in this one she has her gaurdians still, who sing her praises still……” - little did I know that night, that I would be the one to return……
I awoke amongst spiralling branches bedecked with lilac coloured blossoms, the old woman tending a small fire in a stone hearth nearby – a star specked sky was visible through the bower and a feint streak of irridescent green and turquoise light was bleeding into the horizon beyond the medicine woman. Long whisps of her hair hung loose from its braids and, without turning, she spoke to me…….
“All the eclipses in the world would not unravel the knots we have become entangled in, knots in time, that breed forgetting……….were it not for the persistance of Her memories…….even when we recognise them not for what they are, even when they hide the truth in plain sight…..but, welcome my daughter, for we have them still, right now, where you are……” and she turned to greet me with a smile of total love that put a feeling in me as if the Sun had just arisen and kissed the full Moon in my heart……that was the beginning of my apprenticeship with Aluna, Magpie Woman as she told me she was known, medicine woman of the Earth and Stars, keeper of the sacred flame of Sweet Medicine………
When I returned and as people asked me what happened on that night, “where did you go, what happened on your journey, did the old woman take you,” and countless other questions, I tell them this – on that night, when we came together around our village fire to listen to the ocean breathing, to soak ourselves in the starlight and let the beauty and wonder of it all wash us clean, I had a dream…..I heard Her voice, Her cackling laughter, singing on the wind, carrying the scent of Pine and Birch, rich earth and mossy leaf-mold, and felt the presence of……magic……once more……
……lest you wish upon Her return, lest you meet her with a kiss
lest you pass through her tenfold gates, her secrets she will show you
…….eights a wish, nines a kiss, ten is the bird you must not miss
sacred keeper of star-lore on Earth,
Sweet Medicine Fire of Wisdom….
one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy,
five for silver six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told….
…eights a wish and nines a kiss, ten is the bird you cannot miss
she dances in the dark and lights the way,
Sweet Medicine Fire of Wisdom