The giant, Red Eye, swiveled and locked in on Adrian Peterson this past week. Peterson, was born on 3/21/85. That’s just one degree off the astrological new -year, aka Aries 1. It’s one of the most powerful degrees of the zodiac. Its pure, undifferentiated will. If you have ever seen Peterson run with a football, you’ll see that degree clearly in action. He is the unstoppable force that very few unmovable objects have been able to deter. He bounced back from a devastating knee injury in record time to run the football almost further than anyone else in one season. And up until last year, Peterson had managed to avoid many of the pitfalls that other players had descended into. There has never been any talk of drugs, recreational or performance based around AP. He was never caught with any guns at the airport. He wasn’t doing tequila shots off stripper’s booties on a lake cruise like some of his former teammates. In essence, AP was pretty clean—until last year.
In the middle of the season, Peterson left the team to attend the funeral of his son. On the surface, this sounds tragic, and it was, but not for the obvious reasons. The boy was just two and had never met Peterson. In fact, he had just recently found out that it was his son; thanks to a paternity test he had to take. The circumstances surrounding the boy’s death are cloudy and charges have been filed, but what we do know, is that there was serious neglect. That death, attending the funeral of a child he never knew and had just recently became aware of was just the first step in Peterson’s strange and very public odyssey.
Just one degree off of his potent Aries Sun is his Moon in Aries at 3 degrees. This is a vital stat. He was born to athlete parents. His father was a gifted basketball player and his mother a state champion track star. And they stayed together, so Peterson was not the product of a broken home, in fact with the Sun/Moon conjunction, at that tight of a degree, it would indicate a closeness between the mother and father and Aries is the sign of the athlete, so we have both mother and father checking in as budding sports stars. However, his father’s hoops dreams were shot down when a gun (Aries) discharged into his thigh, shattering muscle, nerve and bone. When AP was just seven, he witnessed his brother get killed on his bicycle by a drunk driver. He overcame this tragedy by becoming a star, youth football player, coached by his father. And then his father got messed up in a dirty little coke and not just the super tight Sun/Moon conjunction, but also Mercury/Venus in Aries mark money-laundering deal.
Peterson’s chart as well (18 and 20 respectively). And, as we are about see, a very telling conjunction with Black Moon Lilith at 21 degrees Aries with Venus at 20. Adrian Peterson also known as “All Day” by his teammates apparently has at least three separate mothers with at least three different children. So maybe he should be “All Day & Night” or simply 7/11 for brevity’s sake
When asked about this in the past, Peterson has been cagey, evasive and not that forthcoming, The BML conjunction with Venus would indicate that the shadow of these relationships and women would surface at some point and the unveiling might be quite dark. Enter Uranus. With Uranus in Aries at 15 degrees, it would classify as a classic conjunction with Mercury, Venus and yes, BML. And as it moves backwards, it would have a revelatory impact on Peterson and his life, especially via the media, social or otherwise.
Last week it was revealed that Peterson had punished his five-year-old son so severely (a whoopin as he calls them) that the boy had lacerations and welts all over his lower torso, including his testicles. The pictures were released to the media and once that happened, Peterson was indicted in Texas on charges of child abuse and child endangerment. The photos by law, were not supposed to be released, but here we go again, with the veil between public and private thins beyond our ability to control it. And here is where it gets tricky. I don’t agree with Peterson did, and perhaps such a glaring spotlight is the one thing that might stop his unconscious violence and abuse, because, quite frankly, Peterson was just reenacting the punishment that he received at the hands of his parents, from the velocity of a wooden whip and who knows where this started? Perhaps darkly, in the plowed over fields of a forgotten plantation, but I digress.
Two days after the Vikings had suspended Peterson, they lost, getting their asses kicked, 30-7, the reinstated him. It’s clear that they missed Peterson, who was not just their best player, but also the face of the franchise. It was clearly and crassly and economic move. But it didn’t sit well with sponsors as Raddison pulled their local sponsorship deal with the team. Then governor of Minnesota chimed in and didn’t think he should play. So 24 hours after bringing him back, he’s suspended again. And right on the heels of that, more allegations hit the wire. Mother number three had texts and pics from AP that showed yet another child with injuries. Peterson had disciplined the child in the car. Here is what the texts read. “What happened to his head?” the boy’s mother asked in a text message, according to the report.
Peterson: “Hit his head on the car seat.”
Mother: “How does that happen, he got a whoopin in the car?”
Peterson: “I felt so bad. “But he did it his self.”
Sometimes astrology just has its way. Mercury was in Libra, opposing Peterson’s Mercury/Venus/BML when all of this started. And with Uranus kicking in as well, as part of the transit, this shit was going to come out. And speaking of BML, while Peterson has dodged questions about mothers, paternity and children with as much deft as he’s eluded 250LB men trying to bring him down, it’s come out that he has at least 7 children with 7 different mothers.
There is a special interest group that is starting a petition to keep him from his son and perhaps other children.
Let’s face it, if he was a bus driver for Greyhound, nobody would know and wouldn’t care, but he’s just the latest in the NFL’s high profile blotter sheet, run out in front of the public, the latest sex crime perp paraded out for our condescending shakes of our heads and even worse, bitter words of condemnation and even hate. The saddest part? Peterson isn’t even aware of his transgressions. He admits to everything and is standing by that this was how he was raised. But we also can’t look the other way when we see seven kids with seven mothers, one of which has already died.
It’s like a train wreck of epic proportion in America’s unchecked and unabated love affair with sports, icons, heroes and institutional enabling. Other than his home fried whoopins, Peterson was passed along and feted from school-to-school, team-to-team. That, along with a whole lotta male chi/Aries planets and Peterson is all energy, action and dissemination and we have a man that is acting purely on his instinct and energy with not a lot of conscious awareness of the results it seems. He’s also got a lot of cash, which helps these things along on many levels, but affording a child doesn’t equate with good parenting and it seems as though Peterson has sort of a rotating tour of sorts with his kids.
This is nothing new. The late, Derrick Thomas had eight different children with various mothers. Antonio Cromartie (another Aries) has had twelve different kids with eight different mothers. He finally married Terricka Cason, a TV reality starlet and they’ve had two kids, with twins on the way. So, you can see, there’s an alternative lifestyle here, not unlike BB King or Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, both of whom make Peterson look like a monk of sorts.
Getting back to astrology, Peterson is going through his Saturn Return (of course it’s Scorpio). He’s dealing with how he uses his Scorpionic powers (sex, violence, anger, whoopins legacy) while society Saturn is now doing it’s best to restrain him. Man, does this open up a cultural Pandora’s box or what?
Peterson is now the image of the Mandingo gone rogue, fuckin’ and whoopin’ without regard to consequence or safety. And his owners (yes, the Vikings own his contract) wanted his ass back on the plantation, that was until the owners, owners stepped in and disapproved.
Now the White House is getting involved in all of this NFL messy house cleaning and of course that’s never good thing, because at this point, they’re just Al Sharpton with a much higher security clearance.
In a lot of ways I feel for Adrian Peterson, the boy that was subjected to those whoopins, the young boy who saw his brother die before his eyes and watched his father go to jail. He’s a byproduct of all of that and he needs to stop before he hurts one of those children—for their sake and his. And it’s unfortunate that it’s the public, the Eye Of Horus (now you know what it means) that is the one that sees all and judges all summarily through the collective aggregation of guilt, anger, special interest, Twitter and cell phones. But ironically, it’s not getting us any closer. We’re not asking uncomfortable questions about ethnicity, double and triple standards, genetic memory and the whole notion of the family in the 21st century. All we’ll get is headlines, 140 characters of noise and virtual judgment.
Ironically, Peterson was born in Palestine, Texas and as many of us know, Palestine (the other one) is ground zero for the violence and abuse of children.
Bless the beasts and the children.
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