Dozens of dead dolphins wash ashore the rocky shoals of the New England coast. This is not the auspicious sign of Neptune’s arrival in Pisces. Its a baptism of mystery and death. Scientists have found nothing out of the ordinary in the beached pod. It reminds us that Neptune in Pisces, while ultimately bringing a healing salve to the collective soul, is a dark and murky sea at the outset of our descent into its fifteen-year-stay. This is due in part to Chiron in Pisces, at the early degrees, opening a crack in our body, mind and spirit, pouring the brackish effluvia of fracked waters into our awareness. Teen girls in upstate New York stutter and twitch uncontrollably, their nervous systems held hostage by mysterious contagion, while gas land lurks at the edge of town.
Leaden clouds carried on ill winds smear fallout from Japan across the face of the planet. Oh yeah, there’s those fake clouds too, more like amorphous mother ships with trillions of nano stormtroopers descending on targets of skin, tissue and bone. This is the dark side of Pisces getting exposed through Chiron. Poison blood. Killer droughts. Punctured water tables.
Chiron in Pisces is John The Baptist, shouting at us; “Wake The Fuck Up!.” Neptune in Pisces is Jesus, but right now, its baby Jesus, still in the manger. We’re not ready to forgive at quantum levels just yet. We’ve got a few moments of missing time in the desert and a summer of jacking up the merchants tables on our way towards a very different ending of the ancient story, but now, we’re in the infancy of Neptune in Pisces, the Christ child stage. It’s Chiron/John that is grabbing our attention.
As we move steadily towards the galactic center, bathed in the fires of solar flares, time and meaning melt and dissolve like objects off the canvas of reality. It won’t take a decade for Neptune in Pisces to trip us through the labyrinth of the mystery schools. We’re all mutating now, metastasizing our awareness. Thirty-three-years happens in a planetary heartbeat. But, we’re not . . .quite . . . there . . . yet.
If we look back at the last time Neptune was in Pisces, it doesn’t take long to see some riveting parallels for our time. Let’s jump into John Titor’s ’67 Chevy and dissolve into the singularity, going back to 1848.
It’s February 21st, the Sun is at 1 degree Pisces, Uranus in Aries at 15 degrees and Neptune in Pisces at 0 degrees. Marx and Engels publish the first copy of the Communist Manifesto. That’s right. At the onset of Neptune/Pisces, perhaps the second most popular book of all time hits the book stands.
Communism is in some ways, a very secular version of oneness and we all know that Neptune in Pisces is one, giant miasmic ocean of oneness. Its the perfect vehicle as a manifesto for knocking down the doors of separation between classes as a Neptunian narrative. And it all sounds so good on paper. It’s all so Piscean and promising. Marx even manages to exorcize that very pesky opium of the masses thing, another iteration of Pisces.
Did you catch that Uranus in Aries topper? Nothing like a radical twist to add a little kick to the proletariat punch. Marx and Engels serve up the devils bible, the playbook for all atheists and secular humanists at the zero point of Neptune in Pisces.
Look around you right now. Take a quick pulse of the outer planets. We have Pluto in Capricorn last seen during the time of the American revolution. Its now a self-assembling monolith of corporocratic power, where Goldman Sachs governs through fiat rule while the government has been bailing out GM and laying big green turds like the Chevy Bolt and Solyndra. You get my drift.
Its all getting to be like the incredible thing with two heads, starring Rosie Grier and Ray Milland on the same body, only with much more serious implications as the horizon gets darker.
Soft austerity is imposed through a lame economy and while Americans fret about the ingress of Obamacare and its socialist tendrils, edging ever closer to Marx and Engels, they have no idea that the red state has arrived (and I am not talking Alabama). China is now bidding against American companies for jobs related to re-building America’s infrastructure. Here in the Bay Area, a Chinese national company is building the new span of the Bay Bridge. We’re becoming a transgenic mutation of Socialism and National Socialism. Its all Pluto in Cap.
Then we have Uranus in Aries, nascent and brooding in the chill of winter, waiting to thaw for America’s flannel revolution, which is going to be a lot more violent than the dress rehearsal from last Fall–this according to George Soros. Uranus in Aries is unstable as Hell. There’s major squares to Pluto just to push things along, just in case things get a little stagnant. Oh yeah, to add some more epic energy to it all, the last time Uranus was in Aries was in the run up to the Third Reich, from 1926/1935.
Now that we have Neptune in Pisces, rattling the chains of Marx, OWS will mainline this Neptunian version of oneness into the central artery of its non-ideological, ideology. It will strongly take on fervent socialist overtones as a result.
These are titanic, planet shaping forces at play in the orbit of the outer planets.
Its all just getting started boys and girls; The American revolution (Pluto in Capricorn), The birth of socialism (Neptune in Pisces) and the rise of the Third Reich (Uranus in Aries), they’re all here now.
The great experiments of social organization and governance all get worked out right in front of us, mashed up on technological steroids, hyper-surveillance, cancerous currencies, franken foods and junk media.
Once we get our bearings and the baby Christ of Neptune in Pisces zips into worldly-wise adolescence, then full-blown-third eye-opening adulthood, a planetary field of gnosis becomes an etheric grid, the cosmic wet-wear of the collective crown chakra. Yes. We can learn to move and breath as one. Its going to take some time though to get our bearings as we’ll also have to deal with the toxic plumes of Chiron in Pisces ahead, choking us off from our faith.
Take a deep breath and dive in.
We’re headed towards the farthest shore even though in reality, we’re already there.