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I write my astrology forecasts for the magically operative and creatively active, so benefic influences can be harvested and also turbulent energies can be processed and put to good use, rather than being ducked, dodged or taken with a wincing restraint. 

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April 1, 2020

          Suddenly, as if out of no where you wake up and there is a 7 headed Dragon in your kitchen, or so you are told— an automatic metallic pigeon outside the window delivers the info to you via sonic centrifugal signal, and the steady stream of nonsense numbers projected across your nutrient depleted body conforms to a narrative that corroborates the story.  You’re worried.  You’ve never dealt with either a dragon or something with more than one head.  How do you do that? You reach for your blade, which has been sharpened to impossible thinness over the past few years, having to multitask with it due to a lack of other tools.  Cooking, cutting wood, slashing down assailants etc.  You proceed down to the kitchen on...

March 23, 2020

        The week has begun with the deep seed of Mars sunk into the eternal black envelope of Pluto, a planet, as you know who was named after heavy Hades and his infamous misdeeds.  Pluto was discovered in February of 1930 and astrologers ears perked up quickly to how this distant ice dwarf might be delineated.  As it was only hypothetical for a little over thirty years prior, then called Planet X, it was quickly donned Pluto in a race with Zeus, Percival, Constance, Cronus, and Minerva— Pluto, suggested by an 11 year old girl one out in the final vote, she received todays equivalent of $450 as a prize.  Pluto proved to not even be Planet X, and in time also proved to only be 0.2% the mass of Earth and to not even be a...

March 16, 2020

          Mercury in forward motion returns to Pisces splashing back through his retrograde shadow.  It’s confusing.  What is going on?  How did we get here?  Here we go again.  Our minds, lacking rational clarity completely are best suited to poetical thinking, free association of  letters and integers that carry with them waves of emotional movement.  Mercury here favors bardic evocation over analytical organization, so apply your intellectual agenda to intuitive amalgamations and empathic poesie.  Let your tongue loosen and relax your mind.  The words might pour out onto the page, or the singing filling the air until all the world is infused with song.  Straining to make concrete sense out of the granular details rig...

March 16, 2020

          Ok I’m going to go over some thoughts on wtf is going on here from an astrological perspective.  I’ll try to keep this concise so stick with me:  Jupiter and Saturn have been conjoining in Earth signs since 1802.  In 1980 they conjoined in an air sign for the first time, but then conjoined in Taurus in 2000 and then will conjoin in Aquarius later this year on December 21st.  Meaning: the entire industrialized age of human culture favoring resource plundering, territory control and top down hierarchies has been contained within that 200 year Earth element period.  Most of us have lived the majority of our lives in this transition time between elemental periods, 1980-2020, where we have one foot in the air room...

March 9, 2020

          On one end of the spectrum we have permeability, the loss of reason, the full, free flow of the imaginal, the Dionysian, the hallucinatory and the paranoid casting light into the Earth's primary satellite full bloom in a sign that doubles down on details, organizes the granular components, puts itself mid process and tries to be as useful as possible.  We empathize with whatever might be within arms reach, as if we are infected by its aura, and with sensitive equipment we sonogram the cellular structures that make up its composite.  What is going on?  Asks the praying hands wrapped in bristly vines?  What can we do?: Begs the marching of ants in an undulating mandala pouring from the water swollen nest, overfl...

March 1, 2020

                  Wisps of soot still crawl against the tomb walls, sifting through the cold and ancient air, so many granular remembrances, and so many old cries of sorrow or joy, enough to fill a mouth for eons, and in animatronic modality the patient person parrots and parodies their previous incarnation nearly perfectly, shaking hands with the dummy prepared for their friend and sidekick who’s head falls off as soon as the camera roles and the Anima slips up and integrates into the ceiling though no one is the wiser, in their spaces on the other side of the streaming screen.  It’s all ok.  Old school movie magic.  Periaktoi— Deus ex machina, Peripeteia; i.e. everything has changed.  You slither along the halls, almo...

February 17, 2020

            Mercury has stopped in motion, spinning in aqua pirouette, intuitively within the empathic abyss, and when he does, like a fin displacing water, the liquid in our brains gurgles and a wake swirls behind the messenger following him in his strokes back to Aquarius, trailing after with bubbles and bits of marine biology which team in the emotional ocean and lift and fall upon the swells of the high seas of romance.  Every letter in his sack is thoroughly soaked, and all the ink seeps from the pulpy pages and swirls around his limbs as he swims and curls around the perfect curvature of bubbles which blurb from Hermes mouth and nostrils.  What are we saying? what are we even talking about?  We’re just trying to g...

February 10, 2020

        We’ve just passed over a full Moon in the Sun’s sign of Leo, trine by sign to Venus newly in Aries conjoining Chiron and Mars still is pushing it hard through the final degrees of Sagittarius: despite all the infinite pounds piled upon us in weighty Capricorn and the Sun’s airy perspective, this weekend had more than a flash of fire to contemplate and digest.  We’re getting used to Venus in her traditional exile, which quite frankly, is usually pretty sexy.  Venus being bold and flashy and impatient in her pursuit of pleasure and initiations of lust makes for being all around hot and bothered.  We prioritize the spice, and reach for more heat, what’s hot?  We’ll take it.  It’s not necessarily Creamy curls rising...

February 1, 2020

         

        The hand which quivers above the quiver, not from fear, but from something in the air, more like a liquid medium the body walks through to proceed in steady motion on the trail of its moving target which is both everywhere and somewhere hidden away in a far off sector of the unsurveyed area.  Our pursuits, both romantic and rashly real take us off map into uncharted territory where insights incinerate the paper wrapped powder charges we brought along at night when we wait in anticipation of a signal out of the sky to strike a match at last and summon the burning image in our eye.  We step forward with our plans, following a hunch into the blank blotches spreading across the map.  The...

January 1, 2020

         

          The needles jump and twitch as the paper streams through like a ribbon of dry milk electrified by a frozen bolt of graphite static coursing cross parallel lines, the thin solid strips of time that host the erratic rise and fall of everything contained between eon ends.  Outside the mile thick solid stone walls are lead wires that tap through the bare crust and pierce down into the bedrock, boring nearly to the mantle, where sensitive nodules operate on the seismic vibrations like the sound sensitive mandible ends of serpents jawbone hinges, the early evolutionary ear.  The data fills an array which in many millions of stone slab steps is represented upon the expanse of an empty des...

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