This is a very long post, taken from the blog www.AstroDispatch.com which I highly recommend. It is the best overview of world events as seen through the telescope of mundane astrology. Enjoy!
June 23rd, 2011 @ 2:27 pm by Willows Web
- Gemini New Moon: June 1, 2011 at 4:03 p.m. Central, partial solar eclipse at 11 degrees
- Sagittarius Full Moon: June 15, 2011 at 3:14 p.m., total lunar eclipse at 24 degrees
- Cancer New Moon: July 1, 2011 at 3:54 a.m., partial solar eclipse at 9 degrees
We are heading into very similar astro conditions as last spring/summer with a Cardinal Grand Cross forming by the June 21 Summer Solstice and the entry of the Sun into Cancer.
It feels like deja vu. Or rather it feels as if we never left the conditions of the Summer of 2010. Ontario, Canada was turned into a “you aren’t in Canada right now” official police state as it hosted the G8 and G20 meetings last summer for the initial ingress of Uranus into Aries. The tone and agenda were set at that time for the series of Uranus in Aries – Pluto in Capricorn squares running through 2015.
Currently, we have widespread flooding in the Canadian prairie provinces, just like last spring. Roads are closed and washed out. Homes are flooded. I don’t remember my home area ever flooding, and now it has been under water two years in a row. Many farmers were unable to seed crops last year due to excessive moisture, and the same problem two years in a row is devastating. Many farmers who were able to plant last year saw their crops drowned out later. In addition to the obvious hit to food production and farmers’ incomes, there were many offshoot problems, including honeybees starving to death because there were no flowers to sustain themselves with. Honeybees starving to death in addition to the mass deaths due to colony collapse disorder. Very, very unpleasant. A harbinger.
Last year on April 20, the Deepwater Horizon exploded, leading to the ongoing nightmare of oil, Corexit and synthetic oil-eating micro-organims that has laid waste to the ecosystem of the Gulf of Mexico and caused tens of thousands (more?) of people to become sick. Some are dead. People are dying of bacterial infections down there or just dropping dead with no satisfactory cause. Many have flesh-dissolving rashes. Respiratory problems. Pain. Nausea. Diarrhea. Tremors. Exhaustion. Their organs are compromised. Cleanup workers are going blind from exposure to the toxins. Three-year-old children have chemical toxicity and kidney stones. People have been poisoned and infiltrated with organisms the human body has never experienced before.
Peoples lives, livelihoods, ways of life have been wiped out. Florida Oil Spill Law remains the best site for ongoing coverage of the Gulf.
But the world media has moved on.
Time has become compressed as we’re psychologically and physically rocked by multi-layered global crisis events being set off like dominoes. Does it really feel as if an entire year has passed since the Gulf disaster? As the fabric of our energetic existence on this planet is screwed with by those who erroneously believe they hold dominion over God, things have gotten very, very bizarre.
This April, we have another (in my mind pre-planned) End Times scenario going on with the Fukushima nuclear disaster in Japan. The earthquake/tsunami/nuclear crises were triggered just as Uranus slid out of Pisces and into Aries, moving into cardinal square formation with Pluto in Capricorn. Uranium square plutonium. The latest news I’ve seen on timeline indicates a best case scenario of nine months until they can contain the radioactive emissions. Food, milk and water are now contaminated with radioactivity. It’s hard to say how far it will reach, but my guess is, after nine months or more of continued spewing radioactivity, there won’t be many areas on this globe completely spared. The Northern hemisphere will be widely affected, at the very least.
We can expect the Summer of 2011 to be a continuation on the theme – another tension-filled and unpredictable summer with many things coming unglued both personally and on the world stage. The mind-boggling shitstorms we’re dealing with on this planet continue to sink in at the same time as new ones are unleashed.
The ballgame continues to shift. The cardinal signs (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn) relate to the points in the year when the seasons change. We’re in the midst of a period of time (2010-2015 most intensively) when all four seasons change at once – and then again, and again, and again. This hasn’t really let up from last summer’s cardinal action, and it increases stress levels. The next steps on the global agenda are unfolding, and people are striving to find survival territory – both physical and soul-level – in their own lives.
As upheaval-weary as the human population is at this point, we’ve only just begun. New directions are being forced on multiple fronts with new community leaders coming to the forefront out of sheer necessity as the global agenda steamrolls ahead.
Mercury will enter Cancer June 16 and kick off a two-month Cardinal Grand Cross. This is two oppositions forming four squares among the initiatory, leadership-oriented cardinal signs. It is kept strong as Mercury, the Sun, Venus and then Mars in Cancer trigger the Cardinal Grand Cross configuration into late August opposite Pluto in Capricorn with Uranus in Aries opposite Saturn in Libra. Saturn in Libra stations direct June 12 at 10 degrees.
Squares (90 degrees) and oppositions (180 degrees) are considered challenging aspects requiring a great deal of energy, focus and dedication to successfully navigate. In the cardinal signs, these aspects are forcing us to make our moves under tense and pressure-filled conditions. Let’s be clear: we’re taking the directions that are being spurred and stepping into newly opened leadership positions with humanity under various levels of duress. Anyone who doesn’t acknowledge this fact is not fully aware of the situation on this planet.
This summer, things are even tighter than last. There is even less room for error or for denial. Last summer, the configuration was actually a cardinal t-square with the fourth leg of Saturn in late Virgo making it an energetic Grand Cross. It was a Grand Cross by orb (degree), but it was not a Cardinal Grand Cross because Saturn was in a mutable sign.
This summer, Saturn’s in Libra, and we’ve got the full-on real deal.
In addition, Uranus will be highly potent, pulling into a retrograde station July 9at 4 degrees Aries. As it stations, Uranus will be within a degree of its first exact square to Pluto in Capricorn at 5 degrees Capricorn within the Cardinal Grand Cross formation. This is some lightning-hot intensity ahead of the first exact Uranus-Pluto square June 23, 2012. Next spring/summer, Saturn will be in late Libra, out of orb of the Cardinal Grand Cross.
If people were able to resist or deny the grand-scale movements and global upheaval initiated (and forced) during the cardinal t-square summer of 2010, that will change this summer, the Cardinal Grand Cross summer of 2011.
Sagittarius North Node: Our Real History Isn’t in the History Books
With the North Node transiting Sagittarius, there will be renewed optimism and expansion in our lives betwixt and between the horror. It’s when we’re pushed to our breaking points and beyond that the power of our inherent wisdom, passed along through generations enduring historical horror after historical horror, proves its real mettle. Here, we draw strength from the real history on this planet – our history, the people’s history. The grace and wisdom we’ve gleaned through our cultural heritage moves through us, lives in us, guiding us and connecting us across cultural lines, hand-to-hand, heart-to-heart. This is the truth of the human condition on this planet – for those who know and live it.
The versions of truth being portrayed on this planet – even the supposed alternative versions – are not even close to the real story. The magic we hold has never been captured by their history books. What we know could never be contained there.
What the history-keepers (predominantly men) of the world think matters is not what I think matters. My version of an important historical event or trend, what’s important to me personally, wouldn’t be big or sexy or monied or deadly enough to enter their record books.
There are those who think they have the story all wrapped up. We know differently.
The women of the world have the missing half of the puzzle inside them.
As Jupiter enters Taurus June 4 and becomes the dispositor of the North Node, we draw on the wisdom of simplicity, goodness in basics, groundedness, reserve, and one of the most important aspects of humanity’s continuation on Planet Earth – endurance. Like the bull, we persevere. We dig in. And we really don’t get too excited about much of anything – even a two-month Cardinal Grand Cross within triple eclipse season.
Triple Eclipse Season
The Cardinal Grand Cross at the northern hemisphere’s Summer Solstice this June is sandwiched in a triple eclipse season, which includes a total lunar eclipse at 24 degrees Sagittarius conjunct the North Node.
We’re not going to be able to hold standard positions in the same old fort this summer. Everything is on the move. The cardinal points are triggered all at once, and there’s no damming ourselves up against the force of what needs to move. Things are not as they were, and we come to understand more fully what that means.
Eclipses usually produce a between-spaces, unglued energy, resulting in big emotional back-drop changes and sometimes involving shattering events. The timing of global socio-political events is often tied to these points.
Eclipses happen every six or so months and are basically New and Full Moons that involve a more exact alignment than usual of the Sun, Earth and Moon and are considered more potent than standard New and Full Moons because of it. There are usually two – a Full Moon eclipse and a New Moon eclipse – though three is not all that rare. The last triple eclipse season we had was July/August 2009. The next one will be April/May 2013 and then July/August 2018.
Post-Eclipse Emotional Backdrop Transformations and What the Crab Can No Longer Deny
We’re on the other side of the third set of eclipses on the Cancer/Capricorn polarity, which began in the Summer of 2009
, and our underlying foundational emotional realities have officially shifted. What it means to call this planet home (however temporarily we call it that) has shifted.
Previously held safe havens – both physical and emotional – have evaporated into thin air. Bulldozed unceremoniously. Razed to the ground or poisoned beyond the point of being habitable.
With the Sun in late Cancer, we can see quite clearly (for those who wish to look) that the complete transformation of the energy of that sign is deeply underway, acted upon relentlessly by the unearthing of stark collective realities from the other end of the spectrum and Pluto in Capricorn.
As a Scorpio stellium in the 4th house, life taught me up to now that no matter what hell scenes existed around me and no matter how tumultuous my emotional reactions to those scenes, there was a safe haven deep inside me that was always there. I was always connected to it and all I had to do was go inside to feel it, know it. To know that I was connected to something much bigger than this single life on this planet.
And then I was slipped poison by the Nazis at Big Pharma. They penetrated that safe haven and attacked right to the core, right to that safe place where I could previously calm and still myself. And that place was turned into a nightmarish hell zone, reflecting exactly what was and is going on externally all over this planet.
This scene, I think, is indicative of a broader process going on. As Pluto razes and (hopefully) resurrects our entire structural reality on this planet over the next decade-and-a-half, the opposite sign of Cancer is inextricably linked to that process and will come out of the Plutonic alchemical fires no less changed.
The crab can only retreat so far – its natural inclination. At the point that the external threat penetrates it’s shell, it’s home, it’s body, it’s self, it must take action. Cancer is a cardinal sign after all. But a security-clinging cardinal sign. A sign that must be poked and prodded into action in a lot of ways. A sign that seems to only take action when it is absolutely forced to.
And its lack of action up until this point has been fully complicit with the horrors being wrought by the corrupt power structures around this planet.
Socially privileged parents living in safe, little bubbles. Believing, falsely, that the very act of producing their precious offspring warrants them safety and security somehow above and beyond the other members of this planet.
Maintaining the false understanding that the soldiers, the police, the governments, the rules, the banks, the money are “keeping them and their’s safe.” Protecting the sanctity of these nuclear family bubbles. Feathering the nests. Their Cancerian shells.
Or maybe not truly believing that, but going along with it all the same.
Happy to paint pictures with the kids, make mud pies in the yard, to shut out any unpleasantness, to keep it “out there.”
While soldiers are killing, irradiating, and destroying the families of people in other parts of the world. Keeping them safe. While soldiers themselves are being killed, irradiated, destroyed “keeping them safe.”
While more than 1,000 peaceful demonstrators in Toronto are brutalized, strip searched, strangled, mocked, threatened, tossed into unmarked vans and illegally detained by police for hours on end. Cordoned off by police officers and then illegally forced to provide identification and have their bags searched in order to leave the area. Lied to by police and city officials about supposed new rules that allow these breaches of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.
The “protected” obediently train their eyes on agent provocateurs on the payroll to break windows and stage violence and light purposefully abandoned police cars on fire. They snuggle in with the kiddies in front of the telly as martial law “keeps them safe.” They watch United States Marine Corps helicopters flying over Canadian airspace and feel all warm and fuzzy that they’re being taken care of on all fronts.
Separating themselves from the mothers and fathers and grandmothers and grandfathers peacefully protesting the murderous tyranny of the world governments.
Separating themselves from the mothers giving birth to children deformed from exposure to depleted uranium or Agent Orange or any number of chemical weapons. Even when it’s mothers in their own country. That’s them. This is us.
Driving SUVs to and from soccer practises, art lessons, play dates, all the while cluck clucking and tsk tsking about what’s going on in the Gulf.
Filling swimming pools and watering lawns to outdo neighbours and golfing every Saturday. While three billion people don’t have enough clean water to drink to keep themselves healthy. While Palestinians are slowly being tortured by thirst.
Doesn’t matter what Daddy (or Mummy) does from 9 to 5 every day as long as there is money to support this (slowly rotting) dream. Mortgage scams, Ponzi schemes, poisonous oil regimes, toxic pharmaceuticals companies, crooked stock markets. Doesn’t matter who the employer is as long as the income keeps streaming in. No questions asked. As long as they get their two days off per week in their little bubbles, it doesn’t matter a good Goddamn what goes on the other five days.
So very separated, so very detached. That’s them. This is us.
A false protection offered them on a silver platter through the destruction of the sanctity of browner, blacker, poorer families all around the world.
The false Cancerian world of precious pure white babies, birthday parties with bouncy castles, designer strollers filled with bored-looking toddlers.
We all know Johnson & Johnson as the baby corporation. What most people probably don’t know is that it produces the most heinous and toxic fluoroquinolone antibiotic, Levaquin. This drug has destroyed the lives of thousands of people now struggling to recover from complete systemic poisoning.
And yet, the mothers on the advertisements keep smiling down on their lovely little tots, scrubbed clean with No More Tears shampoo and Head-to-Toe baby wash.
No one can scrub this shit clean.
Toxic rains are being reported in Ohio and Tennessee and Miami.
Our home has been penetrated. Our Earth. Our selves.
It seems to me we should have moved on long ago. To the new spaces that full awareness bring. But the clinging, the holding, the denial has stopped us from that.
There is only so far Cancerian denial can take us. We’re at the Do Not Pass Go point.
The natural inclinations, the natural rhythms have been purposefully, poisonously disrupted. Weather patterns are being manipulated and so are the underlying energetic patterns related to being a natural human being.
To continue as if nothing is amiss at this point becomes more and more insane.
We see the fishermen of the Gulf coast trying to keep their life rhythms, the only rhythms they’ve ever known. The rhythms ingrained through generations. And the farmers attempt the same thing.
We see Gulf fishermen going out to sea now, allowing themselves to be employed by devils who have destroyed their ways of life. And they’re getting sick. Just as the clean-up crews of the Exxon Valdez spill got sick. Many later died.
BP has denied the clean-up workers respirators or full protective gear as it would be bad for PR. Ha. Add this to their crimes against humanity, just as the conspirators and perpetrators of 9/11 can add the sickness and deaths of thousands of rescue workers who breathed in toxic dust in New York City to their list.
And then there is the long-term social deterioration. The divorces, bankruptcies, suicides. Just ask the people along Prince William Sound, Alaska. Twenty-one years later, they are still bearing the brunt of it.
The rhythms are rapidly, unnaturally changing, and we must be aware of the full extent of it.
There’s a deep primal knowledge trying to surface. We have to dig way down to find it. It’s the thinnest of threads at this point, dragging us out of the muck but only if we hang on for dear life and follow its lead to a tee.
Accepting this mess is not easy – especially for those who have worked their entire lives to try to head this off. We didn’t. We couldn’t. And now we have to remember Plan B. We have to remember why we agreed to be here for this, what our end of the deal is. And complete it.