The Upcoming Eclipse–Part Two–Squaring Off Against Neptune

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Robert Phoenix

Robert Phoenix

journalist, blogger, interviewer, astrologer & psychic medium

The eye of Sauron?

I’m not reconciled at all with this upcoming eclipse. I keep going back to my last post and there’s a feeling, a vibe that I get when I finish a post, that I did not get when I published it. The feeling I get is usually a rewarding one where I feel more complete, more whole than when I sat down and stared into the grey of a blank screen. After I hit “publish” on the last post, it was more of a relief of having finished it than really capturing the zeitgeist of the aspect.

In the hours after publishing it, I’m still not resolved around the upcoming energy.

As I look at the path of the eclipse, over and over again, I see its troubling shadow grow and expand across the face of asia, crossing over the deeply troubled prefecture of Fukushima and the Daichi power plant, where reactor number four is hanging by a thread. It then stretches across the ring of fire and touches the west coast (where I live) and then moves inland, finally dissipating in the midwest.

I’m restless.

Last night I dreamt of a prison camp run by men with broken english. It felt like an encroaching version of an alternate reality that was getting closer and closer. I once lived in a flat in San Francisco that I was convinced was a portal, one of those odd places where strangely attractive phenomenon occurred on a semi-regular basis. There were ghosts and time travel. Last nights dream reminded me of that slipstream in the heart of the mission.

Normally, I can use my Mars in the 8th and Scorpio ascendant to transmute the darkness. I’ve had a lifetimes worth of practice. I was raised by a half-demon father, who would descend in fugues of rage. I studied at the back hand of Varjrapani, seasoning me for the awakening of lives and lifetimes yet to come. And yet, the enormity of this coming eclipse signals to me that this is no mere movement, no arbitrary date to be gotten through. It demands conscious awareness and even skillful preparation; fasting, cleansing, house cleaning, dressing for the event with proper attire.

In ancient times, it was the spiritual elite that had the coordinates of the eclipse passed onto them by court astrologers and viziers. Commoners often were not aware of the eclipse in the making. Thus, by prophesying the advent of the eclipse to his or her followers, the king and queen assumed a special relationship with the heavens, forming an intimate bond with the gods themselves. Knowledge as they say, equals power.

So here we are, staring down the yawning chasm of 2012, Greece is defaulting again and Chase just blew $2 billion large with nary sideways glance from anyone in DC or the media. The breezy nonchalance borders on arrogance, like the deal is already done and there isn’t shit you can do about it. And yet, still, I look at the geometry of the skies for the weekend ahead, trying to visualize it as a lens through which we can pour our conscious intention, firing up the cosmic grid with loving awareness, blending with the energies, then surrendering, letting go.

So, with that in mind, lets take another look at the eclipse.

I keep coming back to Neptune, the squares between it and the Moon, Sun and Jupiter. What do we crave more than anything right now? In a world saturated in genetically modified, high fructose, semi-comatose awareness, we crave the stable and alkalinizing enzymes of the truth. Anything less now just gives us a headache. Neptune is being challenged in the squares. We’re being challenged by the squares.

Versus the always shifting tides of the Moon, we cannot believe everything we feel. Versus the Sun, we question the veracity of solar agents; sun kings and may queens, calling out their unquestioned divine right of rule. Versus Jupiter, we question the absolutism of our beliefs and how willing and able we are to masticate the sacrament of meaning, no matter what ideological shit biscuit is being served up.

This eclipse will challenge that, especially as the Sun and Jupiter move through the house of shadows and light.

What if we could have a collective moment where the scales fall away, even if briefly and we are left with the challenge of explaining it, taking it in, moving through disclosure, disbelief and denial to deliverance? And given that we’re talking about some form of revelation, what would it look like? Could our eyes be trusted? How long before the wizards of spin could delete the memory and conjure a new program in its wake? We’re talking about a flashpoint, something so undeniable that it strains credulity. Could we handle the truth or are our pineal glands far-too-calcified to shine a truly divine light on this holographic domain?

Neptune is also opposing Mars. If some revelation is at hand, would we be too hung up on the Virgoan details, breaking it down into its various particulates until there is nothing remaining save some unrecognizable strands, all twisted up and compromised, like our very own DNA? Eclipse or not, this is the dilemma we face. And guess what? Not everyone has the same investment in ripping the veils of illusion away. Some people make really good money propagating illusion. One of my readers just turned me onto Es Devlin (interesting name, yes?). She’s in charge of designing the closing ceremonies of the London Olympics, just 66 days away on the heels of the eclipse. Miss Es Devlin’s clients include Lady Gaga, Muse, Jay Z, Kanye and others. Her use of full color spectrum and light in her work is quite illuminating.

You see, some people don’t give a shit about the truth, because reaping illusion is a lot more creative, fun and yes, profitable. Even William Blake, who figured mightily in my dream last night loved Milton for his imagination yet also despised him because at the end of the day, he turned “Paradise Lost” into a morality tale.

But the opposition doesn’t have to degrade into disempowerment. Sometimes an opposition is just that–opposition. We can look to the early sixties when Saturn was in Aquarius opposing the True Node in Leo. It heralded the decade that was to follow. In the year that John F. Kennedy was ritually snuffed out, Betty Friedan released “The Feminine Mystique.” Friedan was an Aquarius who has the rare distinction of being born and dying on the same date (Feb 4). The Beatles released their debut record, “Please Please Me” on 3/22. Martin Luther King, Ralph Abernathy and Fred Shuttlesworth were arrested in Alabama, for protesting without a permit, thus launching the civil rights movement. Here we can see the seeds of dissent planted in the consciousness of the collective psyche, which would lead to opposition, controlled and otherwise on a number of fronts.

So the Mars/Neptune opposition speaks of pragmatic and real vs ideal and out of touch. Mars in Virgo really is the masses to be honest with you. Virgo is the most defined and differentiated sign in the zodiac, opposite the undefined and vastness of oneness that is Pisces. Put into this context, keep your eyes on Greece and the bank run now taking place, building momentum, threatening the global marketplace. Monetarily, the masses are antsy and on the move.

Are we feeling better yet?

As the semi-darkness of the eclipse descends upon the streets of Chicago, where the military heads of state gather to plan the next decade of wars, the ghost of Saul Alinksy moves like a shadow amongst the spirit of man, whispering dark stratagems and designs of dualistic proportion over cocktails and ideological immersion. They toast to their brilliance, not even knowing that their supposed thoughts aren’t even their own. Cutting through a well marbled filet, the blood of the heartland’s beasts mingles with the minds of men who sacrificed Christ time and time again over a thousand universes.

More on this very important eclipse in the days to come.

19 thoughts on “The Upcoming Eclipse–Part Two–Squaring Off Against Neptune”

  1. t

    How glad I am that I checked back in with you to re-read your post #1. To see Post #2. I feel, too, that you aren’t done yet. Almost. 🙂

    I see not the conjunctions squaring, complicating, confusing. A clusterf*ck of mutables. Air, Earth, Water = very alive life forces. Many are needing windfalls to come down on them. Right now. Windfalls of all good things.

  2. k

    Brilliant! Oh Lordy you make my nose twitch and my eyes well up with your poetic expose of injustice. Thinking of calcified pineal glands breaks my heart, chasm’s indeed. The song “It’s Good News Week” by Hedgehoppers Anonymous keeps playing through my mind after reading this…’Lots of blood in Asia now, They’ve butchered off the sacred cow, They’ve got a lot to eat.” Damn hippies and their prophecy! I’m glad you shook some more oil out of your jar of discontentment. Am I feeling better yet? My soul feels as though it has recently been stretched into new proportions. This new found expanse is numb being still largely unpopulated by the neural pathways that seek to express and define such sensations. From this reshaping comes a feeling of both duty and apprehension to explore these new boundaries. And while I come into the new territory of my soul I feel like I am fumbling the magical and mundane lumps of cosmic dust packed into the reality balls of family, self and work. I feel like I should quit my act as a juggler and become an elephant dancer instead, but Like you suggested, “we cannot believe everything we feel”. What do we crave more than anything right now? Funny, my son’s asked me the same question the other day…”Mom, if you had one wish what would you wish for?” Collectively dismissing money and now considering everlasting human life we noticed a certain man and wondered about his individual constitution to remain among the living. We later picked up this same man walking further down the road. I placed his walker in my trunk as he told me of his recent stroke and his 5 mile walk to visit a friend in prison. I’ve had 35 years to wonder about my wish but needed a nine year old an eleven year old and a lame man to remind me to long for ‘perfect kindness (that) acts without thinking kindness’.

    So much of what you wrote reminds me of a poem I recently wrote, I’d like to share it and don’t mind if you tell me to get my own damn blog for being so long winded 🙂

    Through Glass
    As frogs leap into sacred springs of living water,
    we stand still among the cosmic swirls of light.
    Bouncing like buckyballs against the Moebius transformation
    while Mandelbrot plays his symphony.

    My son asks on the drive home from church,
    ‘Does negative infinite exist?’
    We calculate the area within these courses of steady change
    amid so many unanswered questions yet.

    “Pi times r squared”, we recite. “Pi times r squared”.

    The freight train passes through the night,
    carrying it’s cargo of neurotoxic poison.
    The drumbeat conducts the dancers around the fire,
    we sip our ginger tea perched like birds up above.

    We are redeemed by The Golden Mean,
    from these primordial fungal forms.
    Potions become cerebral for those with a narrow third eye.
    Still, the mothers breasts are growing.

    written by Ksquared 3/12

  3. l

    I have what I hope will be some constructive criticism. After navigating your blog links to your radio show it’s apparent that these need to be made clear and concise. I tried to phone in (last Wednesday, perhaps the previous) when you had no callers and I ran into difficulties. Apparently I’m not the only one, along the way there were messages from a couple of people wondering how to access your show. I made the appropriate connections but when I arrived at your show I only found your skype number, I didn’t want to use skype. You rattled off a number to call a couple of times, meanwhile I’m looking for this phone-in number to no avail and then it’s never mentioned again and you’re getting annoyed that no one’s phoning in. I’ve just been listening to today’s show and someone uses the skype number to call you and it’s a total cluster fuck. Please shore up your contact info. for the radio show!
    On a more positive note I really enjoy your writing.

  4. P

    Could our eyes be trusted? How long before the wizards of spin could delete the memory and conjure a new program in its wake?

    I remember talking to Stewart Swerdlow about programs and he stated that programs were written and inserted into this reality.
    If we’re taking the idea that the universe is electrical and then breaks down into wave-forms, you can see that conjuring new memories is very possible.

    Anyway, talking about deleting memories, my apologies to all about the Skype phonecall, there was some real problems with Skype.
    Roberto will hopefully erase this from the consciousness of the show.

  5. B

    I just briefly scanned over he article (too much information in my head in this Gemini season of information to read everything right now). Two things popped up for me, 1) Maybe the discord you are feeling is the solar flares? I have had joyful grounded moments interrupted by terrible feelings of discord accompanied by headaches and nervous restlessness only to find that the Sun had just released a major coronal mass ejection.

    2) You mentioned Venus-Moon(?) and how we can’t always trust our feelings. I believe that but also believe we can’t always trust our thoughts / thinking process either. Anything rooted in the senses (including thinking, analyzing which can be influenced, and most often is, by our sensual perceptions no matter how Aquairan like in apparent detachment) gives cause for subjective illusions. It’s hard to see the forest for the trees.

    1. a

      If it were Saturn sq Moon I would tend to agree with you. But Neptune sq Moon is a wholly different beast. What I am referring to is something along the lines of Yeats’ “second Coming.” “The worst are filled with passion and intensity, while the best lack all commitment.” Now given that Yeats was an adept of the Golden Dawn, maybe he’s thinking and speaking backwards.

      Couldn’t agree with you more regarding the solar flares. Went there already in my head.

  6. D

    thanks for another journey Robert: This May Dis May, we’ve not seen one like it. No sun for chemtrails and raining all the while. London has been under this chemical cloud eclipsing both sun and moon practically all month. There’s a muted ‘hushed’ feeling of suppression amid media jubilation over the daily ritual countdowns to ‘ecstasy’. I feel a vibration beneath the conscious, within my bones, the drawing and draining of the vestiges of empathic energy to meld with the gray soup of London town which will burn brightly, but for a second, then lost within the mists of time. Sleepy, willing the Sun to shine, to pull and break through these deceptive clouds of science.

    daily headlines a diet of burnt offerings where once children played. we are coming of age but breaking up is hard to do. All this and now I can’t get that tune outta my head ‘it’s good news week’!

  7. Another thing that comes to mind with venus in gemini is harmonics. I was today reading an article about “junk DNA” and convincing science that shows how it is like the internet and that we use it for telepathy, universal communication and storage of information. So the low vibration cabals might be trying to manipulate a negative event using HAARP and mind control (venus in gemini trine saturn in libra)… but we have a much more powerful tool – high intentions, great hearts and many voices. All we need is to focus.

    1. a

      Venus is nicely aspected, especially as it transits the 9th and yes, trine Saturn can open up very sympathetic channels of communication. Yes to collective telepathy!

  8. Hi, I have never posted or read your blog before but came across it today and I have to say as an astrologer, I have the EXACT SAME feelings you have about the coming eclipse in Gemini. I think the uneasiness is a feeling of waiting for “the other shoe to drop” yes, the uneasiness could be the Venus and Saturn retrogrades and the fact that Neptune is about to go into Pisces (the last time that happened was during the American and French revolutions). The bright spot in the sky, at least for me is Jupiter joining Venus in Gemini on June 6th. The Teacher/Guru/master instructor and the Goddess together are quite the dynamic duo and can bring in a new paradigm of consciousness. Social Change and Unrest is a foot, yes, but I can’t help feeling like there is some more, something really unexpected happening….. The aliens land, the financial markets collapse, or the flooding starts….not sure which, maybe it will be all three….

  9. d

    Hi Robert

    Hello from Sierra county, on the N. Yuba river.
    We are right in the path of the upcoming sun block SPF 16trillion.
    I am seeing all kinds of strange behaviors around these hills.
    It helps to just surrender compleatly to the energy, good or bad.
    I have a b-day coming up in June. I have a lot of 11’s in it and
    I been seeing 11:11 and it’s derivitave for years now. Much more 2:22 & 3:33 lately.
    born june 11th 66. Go Gemini.

    All the best to everyone.


  10. R

    Robert, I believe that your dream of prison camps and broken English may be more prophetic than you know. Something tells me this coming eclipse from Asia washing over the western shores of America may actually herald the onslaught of the Chinese Yuan, like the Apocalypse Now of our time.

  11. K

    Allow me to quote the Yeats poem in full, for it echoes the dream you shared. We shall soon see.

    The Second Coming, by W.B. Yeats

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again; but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

  12. J

    Re the eclipse & your dream of prison camps and broken English, Philip K. Dick, in his future reality of the West Coast in Man in the High Castle, had the West Coast taken over by Japan. Ridley Scott’s take on Los Angeles in Blade Runner (also Dick) also looked like an East Asian city. Predictive programming, or something else?

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