Chiron In Pisces, Fluid Reality, Ebola And Rapture Porn

A Mutant Strain Of Awakening

No matter what I do, I keep returning to Chiron. The big sexy is the Pluto/Uranus square, which has been doing the planet like Dirk Diggler did Amber Waves in Boogie Nights. But it’s Chiron in Pisces which has cast it’s beguiling, if not mind numbing spell over the planet.

In my private practice where I consult people and read their charts for them, most of my clients are people with Chiron in Pisces (1961-1969) and they are trying their damnedest to understand what they are going through, while gently penetrating their mystery of their own experience, the limits of faith and the geometry of possibility in a world that seems to offer less and less of this with each passing day. Chiron in Pisces denotes extreme sensitivity and I can assure you that these good people can feel the walls of this dimension closing in on them, while they sense the space outside of these four walls, defined by the monolith of Mecca’s Kabaa, the black-hypercube of our eternal imprisonment and exile in this seemingly godless dimension.

During one of my sessions with a student, I was explaining the evolutionary cycles of the 12 Houses and I was moving from the 11th to the 12th Houses and breaking down the potential of the 11th House as it relates to free energy, the end of work, enlightened, group consciousness and the dawning that we are all one; from every perplexing microbe and vexing sociopath, to the wonders of the natural kingdom, the elements of creation and the courage of the human heart. Once we begin to live with this realization of consciousness, we are on the cusp of the 12th House, signifying the end of our human journey on this world.

Ironically, we are technically moving from the Piscean Age, to the Aquarian Age, or at least that’s what our planetary custodians are intending for us, and I can assure you, that their version of the Aquarian Age is anything but egalitarian; Think a more homoerotic version of Soviet ruled communism, with a Social Democratic aka Fascistic topper, and a double shot of corporate control.

But I am getting ahead of myself. I’m here to talk about things like Formaldahyde in the water supply of “developing” nations (do they ever really develop?), wherein the mixture apparently produces symptoms in people that look a whole lot like Ebola. Do the math; Water is Pisces. Formaldahyde is the contaminant. It creates a wound in the water. Speaking of Neptune, Pisces and Chiro, Masaharu Emoto, on cue, has exited the world stage. He’s taken that graceful dive into the great cosmic ocean of the 12th House. Emoto was born on July 22nd, on the 29th degree of Cancer (water) and he returned again and again to it’s message as the source of spirit which nurtures all of us.

Serums and vaccines are also Piscean in nature via their fluid distribution and many of them are dispensed in hospitals (12th House institution) and we are and have been witnessing their impact on the health of people all across the planet. Go back four years and return to the hype and fear surrounding cervical cancer (sexual transmission) and how via the HPV vaccine young girls could guard against cancer invading their most sacred space. Well that worked out well, didn’t it? A number of young women suffered from bouts of catatonia, depression, narcolepsy and confusion. I could go on.

In West Africa, the locals are telling anyone who will listen that the people getting sick are the ones getting a vaccination. The Red Cross is the pusher and they want them out.

Meanwhile, back in the states, Thomas Eric Duncan lands in Dallas and officially becomes “Patient Zero.” Wearing a kick-ass, lime green pullover, Duncan supposedly died on 10/8, the day of the Super-Duper Blood Moon, but likely, in reality, he died on 10/5, which is not as cool and super sexy as dying on a Babylonian holiday. But then, was Thomas Eric Duncan even real? Reports are that he worked for the Peace Corps, and later for Bank of America in Liberia. Rumor has it, that he was worth over one million dollars. He would fall into the category of “crisis actor” and it would seem that we are witnessing another Sandy Hook, or LA Airport, or Elliot Rodger (remember him?). If that’s the case, then what about Amber Vinson and Nina Phan, the two nurses who have supposedly contracted Ebola from being in close contact with Duncan? Are they part of the production or are they really sick? If so, what are they sick from? Is it Ebola or something else?

Off the coast of Belize (Pisces/Neptune) another Dallas nurse is on a cruise ship, placing herself in a self-monitored quarantine. I suppose the CDC said it was okay, just like Amber Vinson’s trip to Cleveland on Frontier Air. The CDC gave her the green light to go. Is it standard practice for nurses to go on vacation right after a potential carrier of the modern plague has been in their care? I wasn’t aware of this unique relaxation protocol offered to nurses, excuse me HEALTH CARE WORKERS after coming into contact with terminal plague victims. I must say, I like the idea, but the execution needs a little work. Allowing them to do it with the general public doesn’t seem like the safest strategy. But what do I know? Speaking of which . . . .

Just yesterday, Thomas Frieden, head of the CDC, went before Congress and testified that “You cannot get Ebola by riding public transit and yet, if you are exhibiting Ebola-like symptoms, you cannot ride public transit because you could spread Ebola. Huh? Run that past me again? That was one, slick, Orwellian mind fuck. When people hear that, they ask themselves what the hell is going on? The double speak of spellbinding has their heads twisted in knots. We’re supposed to trust and rely on Frieden and the convolution coming out of his mouth is enough to make us crazy and perhaps that’s the plan.

Remember, the CDC, Texas Presbetyterian State Health and the NIH are all hospitals, 12th House domains and with Chiron, we can see something is very wrong and deeply wounded coming out of these hidden realms of institutionalized medicine. And it all really got rolling on that Blood Moon, the day Thomas Eric Duncan supposedly died

It was the Moon that Christians love—The Blood Moon—the pale and swollen orb that hangs low in the night sky—pure rapture porn. This Moon’s bloody aura was highlighted by its position in Aries. The Aries Moon is hot, passionate and willful. In this dance between the Libran Sun which wants balance, harmony, symmetry, and accord and the Aries Moon, which wants what it wants and wants it now, there is a creative and dynamic tension, one that starts in heated opposition and ends in shared perspective, common ground and hopefully, hot sex. That was the headline for this explosive dynamic in the interpersonal realm. And, what’s interesting about this dance is the impact that Libra has on all of us. You don’t have to have the Sun or Rising or Venus in Libra. You see Libra rules ALL relationships, so the Sun/Moon opposition impacts us all, regardless of our signs, since we are all engaged in relationships and personal contracts, so this Moon illuminates the state of those unions and agreements. But there is more—much more. Let’s return to The Rapture shall we?

It’s all lining up now; wars, plagues and droughts. The only thing that’s missing (for now) is pestilence and hunger. With the backdrop of Ebola (blood disease), the Blood Moon took on an even more, symbolic meaning. This Blood Moon and eclipse fell on The Feast Of The Tabernacles aka Sukkot. This particular feast is an important one for the Jewish people. This feast is a reminder of their deliverance from Egypt. It was also during this feast that Solomon’s Temple, one of the most important structures in the Freemasonic mythos was consecrated. When the temple was destroyed, it was rebuilt and finished during “The Feast.” In some circles, it is said, that this was also the time of the true birthday of Jesus, though I think that 9/11 is more likely.

Don’t think that this auspicious Moon isn’t going unnoticed by people who keep an eye on these things. As we review Blood Moons of the past we can see some interesting events emerge. On the Blood Moon of December 3rd, 2013, Ebola broke out in West Africa. In 2014, on February, Russia moved into Ukraine. Most recently, on June 3rd, Israel started it’s crushing offensive on the Palestinian people.

These events have specific significance for the likes of the dispensationalist Christian prophets of our time; John Hagee, Pat Robertson, Benny Hinn, Kenneth Copeland, et al, all preach from the pages of the Scofield Reference Bible.

Cyrus Scofield (1843—1921) was a lawyer (that should tell you everything) and he had a pretty serious drinking problem, and abandoned his family, forcing his wife to divorce him. Scofield eventually went through a religious conversion of the charismatic variety, thanks to a fellow barrister. He re-married and was born-again. His version of the bible focuses mainly on Genesis and Revelation, with a heavy emphasis on Revelation. Scofield’s bible is the most influential since the King James version. By the start of WWII, his bible had sold over two-million-copies.

One of the key commentaries in the SRB is the notion that Israel needs to be intact as one country, divined by God and given to his chosen people so that the Second Coming could be initiated and the children of Israel would be given one, last opportunity to repent before the gaze of an avenging Christ. If they would not, then God’s wrath would rain down upon them. Of course all the good Christians would be shuttled out of harms way via the rapture. Down below, on Earth, Revelation would unfold and the scourges of the final judgment would be unleashed upon mankind. And right on cue, it is reported that Thomas Eric Duncan died from Ebola (a blood disease) on The Blood Moon. This makes for some juicy, prophetic speculation, but in the underground news world, it was reported that Duncan had passed on Sunday night, early Monday morning and while this is disturbing, in and of itself, it doesn’t have the fear porn factor of crossing over on the eclipsed, Blood Moon and yet, it is supposedly happening, according to the signs that conform to Scofield’s end times script.

We are nearly at the mid-point with Chiron’s journey through Pisces. I have been looking at Chiron in Pisces for a while and it’s one of the major drivers of the meta-reality we’re in. Nothing is as it seems. Jetliners disappear over the South Indian ocean without a trace, only to reappear in a death spiral over Eastern Ukraine. Guys named Jihadi John slice heads for fun and games, all the while sporting perfectly creased execution garb while captured on high-def video, and it’s more reminiscent of a studio set than a desert death pit. Neptune rules all things hopeful and illusory. It is crystalline faith and the crush of delusion all at once.

And so it is with the Thomas Eric Duncan’s passing, which is more illusory mind warp, conforming to the Blood Moon cycle and the hyper-charged revelation program.

While Wikipedia paints a mostly positive and sober, if abridged version of Scofield, the reformer, there are dirty, dirty details to his life, the work of the SRB and the symbolic ramifications are both startling and strange.

One of Scofield’s benefactors, a key promoter in his cliff noted version of the bible, was one George Bannerman Dealy, a 33rd degree Freemason from Dallas. Yes, that same Dallas, where JFK was murdered, in of course, Dealy Plaza. Dallas is just below the 33rd degree parallel. Another one of Scofield’s handlers and benefactors was Lyman Stewart, president of Union Oil and founder of “Biola” University. There were four others, including John J. Ingalls. They called themselves “The Secret Six” and they were all high ranking Freemasons. Scofield would eventually wind up as the minister of The First Congregational Church of Dallas (there’s that city again) where he would fall under the spell of the writings of John Nelson Darby, who was the founder of the “Any Moment Now” school of rapture doctrine. Darby’s ideas would play a large role in Scofield’s annotated bible.

Scofield’s first version of his bible was printed in 1909, when Chiron was in Aquarius. The revised and final copy was printed in 1917, when Chiron was in Pisces. It’s this version of the bible, which is widely in use today.

Perhaps this is not so off topic, but a few weeks back, just before the Ebolamania was about to hit, I was watching Oliver Stone’s, “On Any Given Sunday” his football movie, where he luxuriates in his love of Roman spectacle and large, sweaty men, with anger issues. His pre-game speech to the team, just before their big finale against the DALLAS KNIGHTS is a classic. It’s a compendium of all late Pacino; Devil’s Advocate, Scent Of A Woman, Glen Garry, Glen Ross, a guy at the edge of existence, laughing in the face of the devil, cursing at God. It’s great speech actually, pure Oliver Stone overwriting, but Pacino is the guy that delivers it. The walls of the locker room are splashed with odd, illuminated symbols like an All Seeing Eye atop a pyramid with a flaming sword. The symbol also appears at mid-field. At one point the camera flashes to the symbol on the wall behind Pacino, then it cuts to LL Cool J’s character, who is wearing the number 33, the number of The Sovereign Grand General Inspector. Then the camera cut to Jamie Fox’s character, wearing the number 13, the number of death.

Stone’s symbols on the locker room wall and Knight uniforms gave the film this surreal Templar effect, with of course, Dallas as the backdrop of it all, where JFK was murdered. Stone, the JFK’ophile was reminding us on a subliminal level of Dallas, resting just below the 33rd degree, where on Dealy plaza, named after a 33rd degree Freemason, history, life and time changed forever.

Movies are interesting, especially their timing and placement. They are classically a Piscean art form. The theater is the ritual space that takes place apart from the world, where symbols, archetypes and even inter-dimensional life forms, all fueled by human emotion is cast upon an external screen of our minds. The theater space is a twelfth house location. Film itself is a gelatinous amalgamation of petroleum, an element of Pisces viscous fluidity, stopped down and frozen in time. The timing of certain films or television shows cannot be overlooked, especially in times of a planetary crisis.

For instance, Brad Pitt’s latest movie, “Fury” takes us back to WWII. It happened to be released when both Uranus in Aries (War) and Neptune in Pisces (Film) were both retrograde, so going back into time would be an appropriate set of aspects for a WWII film. Pitt is always good for a cipher read on the times we’re in—so is his partner in crime, Angie Jolie. Pitt plays “War Daddy”, a commander of a tank battalion, caught behind enemy lines. It’s a classic look back that extols the heroism and courage displayed by Americans during the “Great War” which 99% of Americans sign off on without any critical or second thought. While it cements the “official story” of WWII, it also serves as a back drop to the current battle against ISIS/ISIL/IS which translates into America fights the good fight in the face of tyranny, regardless of the odds. In essence, it’s timely propaganda, dressed up in a nostalgic narrative of real men, heroes, and acts of courage from another time.

In an era where the most courageous, white male on the planet manifests as an unabashed cross-dresser or metro-homo-sexual who comes out in the face of so-called social pressure, we have to travel back into time, where Pitt’s testosterone and machismo can exist without the blight of censure or criticism and yet, this version of will and courage are readily summoned in the service of supporting the general spirit of war in our time. War Daddy is a ghost slave conjured up for the marketing of the global death machine driven by the military industrial complex.

Over on TCM, Ted Turner, globalist kingpin’s movie channel, they have inexplicably been showing films that have Black/African themes, just as the first wave of so-called Ebola was breaking. One week, it’s “Zulu Dawn” a classic film from the 60’s, where the English suffered their worst military defeat of all time at the hands of 60,000 Zulu warriors. The next week, it was “Blacula” a truly underrated film starring the great stage actor, William Marshall in the title role. Marshall plays an African prince of sorts, who was infected by a Vampire’s blood, thousands of years ago in Egypt. So in the short course of a week, TCM has managed to run a film about Africans overrunning the fragile outposts of White civilization and a Black African transmitting a virulent blood disease that turns people into the undead.

Timing as they say, is everything.

Meanwhile, under Jupiter in Leo, we have “The Royals” (Leo) and “The Giants” (Jupiter) facing off in the world series–tt should be a good one. Ironically, both teams have a guy named Cain that plays for them. Nothing like a little, biblical sub-narrative, even though Matt Cain is injured and won’t be playing.

So just to wrap up this uber-long and long overdue post, do your very best to stay cool, calm and collected. Know that the cosmic ritual of the changing of the ages is upon us. Stay strong, stay together, stay free.