It’s Time–The Pluto/Uranus Square Is Here–Angie’s Sacrificial Mindfuck–Unloosing The Human Experience

When a circle is a square.

The skies here are dark, oppressive and cloaking something behind their grey pallor. The heat has been oppressive too. Negative ions scatter and run for cover. The Southwestern version of the Santa Ana blew into town yesterday, blasting currents with dense, torpid heat. Later in the day, I hear rumors about a massive meteorite striking Mexico, though it cannot be confirmed. A good friend swears she can’t see past the end of the month and she’s not the only one. Days become hours, become minutes, become seconds, become the present now.

Friday, I was driving through the heat of the night listening to Dr. Dog and their melancholic strains hinted at some sort of aftermath, like they were channeling it’s inevitability;

“Where’d All The Time Go?”

Where’d all the time go?
It’s starting to fly.
See how the hands go;
Waving goodbye.
And you know I get so forgetful
when I look in your eyes.
Now she’s walking backwards
through a parade.
And I’m stuck in the shadow
blocking the shade.

And there ain’t no way to sweep up the mess that we’ve made
She gets dressed up like a pillow so she’s always in bed
Flowers for the sick and dead

She’s on the go, way too fast and way too slow
She’ll turn to stone at hospitals and funeral homes
and when the fog rises somebody sighs who is not in disguise anymore

There’s nothing to keep you
from falling in love.
It starts at the bottom
and comes from above.
br>Like pieces of a puzzle, like a hand in a glove
She gets dressed up like a pillow so she’s always in bed

Flowers for the sick and dead
She’s on the go, way too fast and way too slow
She’ll turn and stop at hospitals and funeral homes
and when the tide rises somebody sinks and is gone in the blink of an eye

We’re on the clock.

Tomorrow marks the big day, the Pluto/Uranus square, hitting us right in the collective pineal gland.

What’s going to happen?

Well, if you can read the script, there’s at least five possible endings, unlike ABCIA’s new series, “Motive” where you know who did it, but not why, we’re still conjuring and scrying the un-lived hours staring back at us from the future.

The Moon is currently in Virgo, where it’s nervy, edgy, mercurial and restless. Moon in Virgo is all those “Worst Case Scenario Books.” The Virgo Moon pants for disaster planning and worry. It’s greatest satisfaction is having enough order so that the emotional landscape is manageable and not a chaotic maelstrom. Once a semblance of order is achieved, then the Virgo Moon can go about what it also does naturally; serve others. Tomorrow, the Moon will be at 29 degrees Virgo at 11:11AM, Washington, DC time. I chose the 11:11 time due to the Uranus/Pluto square at 11 degrees of both planets. What’s interesting is when a chart is cast for that time, the ascendant and descendant are also 11 degrees each as well (Leo/Aquarius). The MC and IC are at 1degree (Taurus/Scorpio). One and one is of course two or eleven. 11 + 11 + 11 = 33.

There’s a very strong stellium in Gemini, all occupying the 11th House. Here we have the two, great augurs of social change, Gemini and Aquarius, co-habitating. As I have been trying to point out for a while now, both signs are key players in the altering of social consciousness and time. Gemini hacks our reality through distorted mirrors, which reflect back an image that resembles us, but isn’t. The latest version of this technique being employed was what just happened with Angie Jolie (Gemini!) lopping off both breasts because she has the possibility of contracting cancer based a on gene test, which revealed that she had the potential of having cancer based on the same gene that did her mother in.

Of course the dirty little secret is that the test she took is related to a gene patent and the very same test is part of the Obamacare plan, where women will be required to take the test, which is roughly $1,000 a pop. What happens if they test positive int he same way that Angie did? Will they be required to have preventive surgery? Remove the ovaries? Remove mammary glands? Why Angie Jolie? And what is really going on?

There’s a rumor on the down and dirty byways of the alt research world that Angie and Lindsay and Britney and their army of contemporary fembots are actually clones and the things they do to and with them are not fit for print. Let’s just say that it involves not just same sex acts, but same self. They will also pit clone against clone. They will also control the master copy by doing something to the clone on a physical level and while it seems overly simplistic, there’s a sympathetic relationship that all the clones have with one another, like voodoo dolls. Now before you summarily dismiss this insane notion, pick the real Angie out of this line-up without channeling Google.

So what if what Angie did, never happened? Or what if it happened, but not with her? Do you get my drift? And even if it did happen, and she was that one that had the elective, pre-emptive surgery, what’s the Net result and intended affect? Well, Angie has invested a lot in her identity of being an uber-mom, adopting and popping babies from the third world, to the next womb. I did a series of posts on her and Brad sometime back that chronicled most of this and now she has had made the ultimate sacrifice by lopping off her breasts and removing her software. She’s held up as an exemplar and courageous, making a pre-emptive strike against the sleeper cells that would ultimately terrorize her biology and threaten the safety of not just her, but the children she still needs to nurture and care for, well along with her entourage assistants and house staff.

She gave up some of her freedom for the security of cancer not being able to attack the bastions of her procreativity.

Will millions of women across America salute her and follow suit? Will this be the new normal? If so, then what? Do you need to buy shares in the Shenzen Bojia Trading Company? What will women do when it comes to breast feeding? Will formula be the new manna for mamas? I seriously doubt that women are naive enough to so easily dispatch with their birth rights and yet this development is just a little disturbing and it comes home to “my body” and “my right.”

On nearly the same day as Angie’s confessional got published, two seemingly unrelated events took place. The city of New York ruled that women can parade topless in public if they wish. It was under the aegis of equal rights sex laws, like the ones that will make all bathrooms unisex at some point. It was a typical, Jupiter in Gemini kind of day; take some breasts away, unloosen and free some others. And then, there’s this:

Yes. that’s a teen boy that’s pregnant. It’s part of a an ad campaign that just came out, right around the same time that Angie became less of a woman. Well, we get more of a man in some ways I guess. Can I just say that I’m looking forward to taking a nice, relaxing bath in Jupiter’s Cancerian waters. I enjoy a good mindfuck asmuch as the next person, but I’m ready for Jupiter to move onto more nurturing waves and vibrations. How about you? In some ways, what happened with Angie almost feels like blow against the oncoming tide of love with Jupiter in Cancer. Speaking of Jupiter in Cancer, here’s a group in New Jersey civilly and disobediently disrupting a local hearing on guns and the 2nd amendment by drowning out the chair of the meeting with the pledge of allegiance. We’ll be seeing much more of this as Jupiter moves into Cancer, the USA’s ruling sign.

Much of this has been fueled by what’s taken place recently with the IRS scandal targeting conservative groups. This is a manifestation of Pluto in Capricorn going up against it’s opposite sign (Cancer). The IRS is the plutocratic mechanical arm that descends down into the private reserves of the populace. It’s a Scorpioinic reach into bullish reserves. And, its a full on scandal that’s endemic of Pluto in Cap. While that is smoldering, Benghazi is still smoking as well. Here we see Uranus in Aries, the quick and violent assault upon the US embassy is indicative of the power of Uranus in Aries, lightning swift strikes of violence and people sitting back in cushy lounge chairs with double lattes watching the scene blaze on via satellite imagery. Technology as the carrier wave of violence and threat.

It’s these two scandals that will square off against the White House and when that happens, things can get tricky….very tricky.

I don’t think we’ve ever seen so many things line up in such discordia in recent memory. Something has to give.

While Pluto and Uranus are doing their thing, Chiron is also jamming up against Venus, Mercury and Jupiter. There’s something about this alignment that is absolutely revelatory and not in an angels humming hymnals in your ear while you wade through the early morning commute. There’s something about this critical square that extrudes the secrets of the 8th House and floods the 11th with truth, shame, lies, deceit and distortion. Spin will be firing at an all time high. Refraction/distraction.

Now, I would not bee a very good therapist if I did not offer some form of therapeutic direction, now would I? So what’s in it for you? Clones are losing their boobies, nuclear war is waiting just around the corner like a hungry wolf, the tides may or may not rise and then there’s that pesky asteroid made of out of some supernatural blackness set to come swing by this way on the 31st. Is that enough for you? So what to do?

I say be ready to shed your idea of being human at any given moment. And what I mean by that, or rather what I don’t mean by that is not to reject and dispose of your humanity, but to let go of a particular definition of being human. I think that’s coming to an end, because the things we’ve defended ourselves against are also ending. Our institutions are failing. Our leaders are corrupt. The rule of law alternates between a taser in the solar plexus, to the unseen hands of corporate criminals stealing whatever they want, whenever they want it, without fear or reprisal. The relative normalcy we have defined ourselves against is obliterated, it’s now a part of our past and any desire to bring it forward is really just a failed sort of nostalgia. We’re not going back, ever.

Be ready. Be fluid. Be mobile. Be alert. I’m using “Be” a lot aren’t I? We need to shake ourselves loose from the prisons of this dimensional agreement and even if we don’t “ascend” a new age fairy tale if you ask me, we need to be ready and open to meet our own demise as we have defined and do so with as much love and courage as we can muster, because beyond that is the great unknown. That’s where we’re headed and with it comes a whole new set of protocols and variables. We don’t have to throw the baby out with the bath water per se, because the bathwater is still pretty good with Neptune in PIsces, but maybe we can reconfigure the bath water into a portal that we can stare into and get scenes from our future selves, because as God only knows, we need some advice the other side for what’s to come.

Hang on space ranger and rangerettes, we’re about to reach lift off capacity.