Meanwhile, Uranus is transiting Taurus (the archetype most resistant to it) from 2018 till 2026, its last transit (1935-1942) brought WWII 'Hitler' and the ‘Great Depression’.
It would not surprise me RMB. If the progression of the planets and comets can so profoundly influense/alter our individual consciousness and direct the society of Earth, it stands to reason that a similar effect is directly felt by Earth. On a purely scientific level with respect to gravitational pull it makes sense. It is certainly something worth investigating. Thank you for the links, if the Sami are feeling this, I am sure other indigenous peoples are too. Seems they have so much more to teach us, than we them.
One may call this the Saami calendar, but in truth, it is the Runic Calendar, and no, it would not apply any longer.
Why?
Because the sequence of runes is specific to each individual year, and the timing of the calendar has it's own unique interplay between the solar, lunar, and mystery times of that year.
Runic calendars are a deep understanding of the actors of time and destiny.
Well RMB, I've looked far and wide at current thought, and I have discovered a great situational intelligence, one which within narrow confines is obsessed with power and control. If you want to call this esoteric knowledge, be my guest, however I believe a different term is in order.
The contemporary calendar is a bastard child of Ancient Rome. Consider: The alleged "New Year" begins on their first day of the two-faced god, Janus, a mere twelve days after the climax of the seasons with the December 21st Winter Solstice and eight days following the Mithraic celebration of Sol Invictus, which in later years those of the JudieChristie MagickMindfuck persuasion "converted" into Christmas.
Christmas, celebration of the birth of the Avatar of the Age of Pisces, Jesus, the Christed spiritual teacher and Jewish rebel, was originally celebrated by the Jesusites on the Vernal Equinox, peak of the season when "shepherds tend their flocks by night" in Ancient Palestine.
As we segue into the Aquarian Age it is imperative to note the progression of that calendar imposed by Rome and modified later by the Roman Catholic Church by Pope Gregory, presumably the one they call "The Great". In the ancient Republic of Rome, the Zodiacal calendar was logically in place. The year began with Aries and transitioned on through Pisces.
We may consider that the appellation "Anno Domini", technically and officially, the "Year of the Lord" was probably not, at least amongst the cognoscenti, referent to the crucified Jewish rebel, rather to Julius Caesar, after whom their month "July" was named. It was followed (and still is) by "August", for Caesar's nephew who renamed himself Augustus from Octavian, once he assumed the title of Imperator.
So the transition from January, to February (Februarius) and onto March (Mars) symbolic of both the planet and its role as the God of War, as many wars in the Mediterranean Basin commenced on that month. We then march into April, followed by May and June, skipping through aforementioned Imperators denoted by July and August, into the previously numbered months: September (from Septem/seventh; October (the 8th); November (ninth month) and finally December, the close of the Imperial calendar year.
Thus the Roman Imperial calendar is a convoluted hodgepodge. This draws us into the crazy-quilt of the European (in this case, English) days of the week. We begin with Sun-day (easy enough, and quite logical as all life on earth originates with our central star). Thence to Moon-Day, celebrating both the feminine principle and the ruler of the night sky (prior to our devolvolutionary massive lighting of megalopolitan concentrations).
Tuesday. (from the Norse goddess Tys) changes the entire equation. As a goddess, Tys also had planetary significance. Next onto what the Norse called Odensdag (Odin's day) or as convoluted by the Saxons (Wotan's Tag) or Wednesday. Being the chief god of the Norse, his son Thor, assumed the mantle of Mars, the Roman god of war and birthed Thursday. We stick with the Norse for Freya's Day (Friday) after yet another Norse deity.
Then, for the final day of the week, we revert to the Roman to discover the ruling deity of that day, Saturn.
Now, my belief that the succession of months can and ultimately must, revert to the original and very ancient Real-Eye-Zations of the Zodiacal year. It is the only system which makes sense as we transit gradually into the Aquarian Era. As for the days of the week...who knows...perhaps some element of the now traditional system should (at least in the Western world) remain.
I like Fridays but only because I am quite fond of her, great comment Carstie but don't forget the Borgias and their crusade to eradicate the Mayan timetables
I found this piece worthy for a number of reasons, yet the most important was the discussion of Saturn. Within the broken and forgotten corpus of Gnostic scripture, a curious yet resonant assertion is found, that this cosmos arrived upon the ashes of a predecessor, and the predecessor was based upon Saturn.
Thus the characteristics of structure and the employment of cosmic law are not fully self sustaining. Perhaps I will write further about this, because it is central to our current condition.
I would be intrigued by your thoughts, and look forward to reading such.
One thing is for sure, there is a greater (maybe the greatest) cycle that completes every 493 years, and that is the Neptune-Pluto cycle with conjunctions in (about) the same place's in the zodiac.
Throughout this cycle Uranus moves backwards in relation to them at each conjunction.
It takes a little over 3,940 years (let's say 4,000 give or take), or to put it another way, eight Neptune-Pluto conjunctions for Uranus to shift all the way back to the same place it started.
This Great Cycle (the longest known to Astrology) culminates with Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto lighting up the sky with a brilliant triple conjunction, an enormous turning point in human evolution (and maybe that of the cosmos?).
The last triple conjunction was in 575 B.C (or thereabouts).
The cosmic time I am referring to is on a much larger scale, a sort of great wheel that incorporates others. I will strive to be worthy of that interest.
However, 575 BC is itself a turning point in the history of Rome, perhaps the beginning of the twilight of the classical world, and the foundations of this current system. Thanks, interesting and provocative indeed.
MK... There is a theoretical calculation made by Jean Meeus in "Mathematical Astronomy Morsels" (Willmann-Bell, 1997), that talks about the probability of all the eight planets lining up every 396 billion years.
The mathematics has to be undertaken two dimensionally, so that all the planets can have the same heliocentric longitude (this is because they can never really/properly line up in three dimensions because their orbital planes are all different), and there is some fudging of the maths.
If it could be discerned with greater clarity, and precision, it may be the cosmic time you are referring to? But such a task is beyond my capabilities.
I can only imagine the amount of work it took to derive that conclusion, Seraphim. Honestly, the answer to your question lies in where one draws the line on the cosmos.
Consider, the traditional view of the night sky is to assign certain spheres to certain heavenly bodies. If one makes the perfectly rational conclusion that this comprises the cosmos, then I would think you would have a very strong argument. Perhaps, this is actually so.
Yet there does lie a great distance, from the last planetary sphere to a hypostasis that few even know exists. It is so easy to get lost. I have heard testimony of some who travelled on and on for unimaginable distances and not arrived there. Those who have arrived there rarely speak of it, because the experience defies description. The Gnostic scripture refers to such by different names, yet the Manichaeans call it the Treasury. This is the point where the cosmos is no longer dependent, but is self-generating.
Even this is not the limit, yet it is beyond the rule and control of this manifestation, and my tendency is to demarcate the limit of our sphere to this point.
Perhaps it will become clearer with my next piece, however a key to grasping this is to understand what the present really is, a place truly before time.
We must have that which exists before time in order for time to exist.
Nov 21, 2022·edited Nov 21, 2022Liked by Jack Heart
Now I am on the same page MK. I look forward to your piece. That is the hazard of only observing a single set of movements, as the opening lines of conversations from the porch illuminates - You cannot see the woods for the trees.
During the waning phase of the transit of Uranus through Taurus, exactly 80 years ago in November of 1942; the Russian military launched Operation Uranus, which rapidly tore through Romanian defense elements well to the west of Stalingrad. In a matter of days the German Sixth army attempting to take Stalingrad was totally cut off from its logistical supply-line. Ultimately, in February of '43 Field Marshal Von Paulus, surrendered his entire 6th Army.
That victory/defeat is generally regarding as the primary turning-point of WWII. It would appear from this choice of operational title, that someone in the USSR's Stavka general staff, in a country totally dedicated to rationalist dialectical materialism, had at that time an in-depth knowledge of the cyclical patterns inherent within the circles of astrological understanding.
It is also of consideration that Dane Rudhyar, perhaps America's most significant astrological theorist wrote his seminal work "The Astrology of Personality", at the age of 29!! , during the onset of the Uranus/Taurus transit in 1935. As I see it, those two events marked the effectual Alpha and Omega of that era.
Actually, Stalin was a magus trained by the Jesuits and quite likely the Green Dragon and the monk with the Green Gloves. He was taking advice from George Gurdjieff, his roommate and friend at "university" in Tbilisi, and one of the three great Masters who orchestrated the Morning of the Magicians and all the rest that followed...
Unfortunately pressing affairs have forced me to put the book on hold, probably permanently, after all I'm not gonna write it if nobody's gonna be left to read it, but anything you find in here you can take to the bank Carstie https://jackheart.substack.com/p/the-century-of-the-magicians?s=w
Jack: Thanks for sharing one of your innumerable insights. I was totally unaware of Stalin having attended university and particularly in company with Gurdjieff. I. must confess to not having read Gurdjieff...or even Blavatsky, though both are certainly on my bucket-list. Years ago, perhaps 40, I read Pauwels and Bergier's book. Someday I must rummage through the mass of books, currently located outside of my immediate residence in possibly three different locations to unearth my paperback copy of Morning of the Magicians. It was one of those volumes which set me on the path to spiritual awakening.
Still a long ways to go on that, as over the past nearly 50 years, I've channeled a symbolic, imagistic recapitulation of our currently totally abstract English version of our common alphabet. First release of the New World Cosmographic Alphabet will be "The Cosmographic States of America", with 50 pages of hand-colored plates and then another 20 for those who need a "cheat sheet", should they not be into solving relatively simple puzzles, and then some more for a prologue and intro.
Some months ago a friend sent me three different books by the late Dr. Leonard Shlain, a polymath and also a brain surgeon. Particularly with his book "The Alphabet versus the Goddess", Shlain provided a superb buttressing for those long endeavors aimed at providing an alternate to the inherent left-brain and male bias against the somewhat androgynic employment of the intuitive and holistic right-brain. As a man of 78 years, I find it a unique privilege to skry out some resonance to the feminine side of the equation.
Another book lost within my mass mess of volumes was written by an artist (name now relegated to my sagging memory-glands) who wrote "Drawing from the Right Side of the Brain".
This accords quite well with my longtime delving into the I-Ching, where the central achievement is considered as the principle of balance.
Abstraction, to my reckoning, all too often engenders obstruction. In the current abstract alphabet of contemporary perceived reality, the letter "A" signifies nothing outside of being a vowel with several variations in pronunciation. In the NEW World Cosmo, that letter is transmogrified (or perhaps alchemically transmuted) into a simple of a teepee with smoke emanating from its top...pride of place going to the "A"boriginal" peoples such as the "A"rapahoe". In like manner, "B" transmutes into a Bear-paw, while "C" is closely represented as a "Crescent" moon.
As this plundered planet is deeply in need for unifying symbology, that crescent moon would be of significant appeal to the Islamic perspective, while the last letter which finally arrived less than a year ago in an acceptable form, recombines the cursive capital "Q" with the Yin-Yang symbol of the Eastern world, along with a final flip, signifying precisely what?
The cheat-sheets will be somewhat modeled from the Celtic illustrated manuscripts, as per the Book of Kells , with capitalizations rendered in "Cosmo", while the text is in contemporary abstract print. They were fun to assemble and elicited a tendency towards a poetic formulation.
While incarcerated under the feds, I met a young man who was there for selling Ecstasy at a Neo-hippy festival. Handsome and even quite magnetic, Adam was, however, profoundly dyslexic. So I did his name in "Cosmo"...asking him if any of the symbols resembled a letter that he knew. "Could that first one be an "A" ? He replied. Yes, and its also the third one, right? "Sure". Now that second one is not at all similar to the one we use, but how about that third one (depicting a bipartite mountain delineated by spruce trees). Which letter does that outer shape resemble? "Could it be an em?" Of course. "Say!!! Does that spell my name?
Adam made the jump. Intuitively he grokked it. I gave him that copy as a personal keepsake. Within two weeks he was reading sentences.
Some couple months ago a friend told me about an adventure with his 7 y.o. grand-niece. He shared with her a copy I'd long ago given him of an earlier cheat-sheet used for buyers of one of the (financial flop in the late 90's) of some Tee-shirts I'd produced...also one of those shirts which he has retained. She was totally fascinated and rapidly took to employing the "Cosmo".
My opinion has long been that the world has need for a unifying alphabet which would not be simply the product of a singular cultural tradition, rather employing a set of symbolic images which would burst through the McLuhan Barrier and his Gutenberg Galaxy clear into the Cosmos, yet grounded in symbology common to most of the human race.
Such is my dream...and my primary reason for being...in this particular turn around the Great Wheel. -carstie
Brillant, no sagging memory banks here, an intensely erudite comment. The Shaver Mystery begins with Mantong, a universal language somehow conjured up by a man and his welding torch (LOL, the SS, Richard Sharpe Shaver "a real sharp shaver."). Some academics have made cases for a single root language but thanks to Schlomo they have been relegated to the dustheap. Does not even that cursed book the bible tell them that before the fall of Babylon Man spoke a single language? Keep em coming Carstie great input.
Ah yes, the $chlomo. Seems that the RU is becoming somewhat of an immovable object standing in the path (akin to the role of Hanuman in the Mahabarata) of the irresistible force. Been spending waaaaay too much time and energy engaged with that,even as a poster on Unz. On that site, I've frequently
posted my take on the Constantinian continuum, where the ancient Hebrew control factor made individuals slaves to their god concept, which he combined with his Empire's enslavement of all to their state...the Great Hysterical Double-Cross, where Crosstianity subsumed the Jesusites, the Gnostics and just about everybody else in the Western world over the last sixteen centuries or thereabouts.
Term I've most frequently employed on Unz and elsewhere is nothing other than the JudieChristie MagickMindfuck. There's dimensional multiplicity in that appellation. Yes, to update Mencken, the Great Overwashed live within the Matrix. Contemporary enculturation encloses them from the days they still were in diapers and next the edjumacasional experience, boobtoob noose and its perfectly coiffed stenographer/ script-readers and now the gamer world plus nasty-assed drugs closely calculated to further addle their brains.
That's one side of the equation. The other is that European descended and/or
enculturated peoples, have been according to the resounding message of the late John Trudell, deracinated. Akin to the egregious horror of neonatal circumcision, our people have in the main, lost their roots...cut off. Megalopolitan residents have virtually no connexions to the magic of the natural world and with their immersion in the blinding spectrum of artificial lighting, have also been successfully adumbrated from even being able to observe the heavens.
Perhaps the most telling bit of music from the Woodstock experience was the line "back to the garden". Like the Mayans, the Anasazi perhaps and the Cahokians, perhaps it is long past time to abandon those soul-destroying, rat-race reality megalopoli.
Thank you Carstie, very illuminating and pertinent. Never forget that the British and Russians were/are close allies (at least at the 'royal' level, and we all know what they are into/upto).
Guess I'm not quite up to speed as to "we all know that what they are into/upto". Yes, all those Royals certainly comprised a cousinship.
Yet today, King Chuck's "advisors" in The City directly connect the Crown to a certain bank, named for its owners, who also happen to own the Crown by means of ownership of Bank of England and essentially all central banking across the planet.
Currently, my only rub on the Moscow regime is that their central banking system has yet to sever ties with the control network, aka the central banking cabal consortium. Perhaps that's the shared insight which you couched in such byzantine clouds. Please correct me if there's a lack of full understanding on my part.
When looking at the Astrological wheel I find it easiest to remember the opposing signs/archetypes by the part of the body they rule. In the case of Taurus, it is the throat, its opposite Scorpio is the genitals - maybe that is why Schlomo bites the tip of the organ off?
Viewed this way it is also interesting to observe that: 'The Queen is dead' (A Taurian), 'Long live the King' (A Scorpio)... a 'cock' is now ruling the UK.
Such a relative tyro in the immense field of astrology, I am as compared with you. As I was born a War-Baby, there is some confusion of whether the accordance was DST or the amplified War compilation. Thus uncertainty with rising sign (either Saggitarius or Capricorn) and as a consequence, the houses.
Extreme stellium here with Sun, Moon, Mercury and Jupiter all jamming in Virgo and right next door with Uranus and then the mutually combatting or otherwise engaging Mars and Venus all in Libra.
Saturn is parked in Cancer...a big oops, perhaps. Neptune, I seem to recall being in Gemini and as for Pluto, don't know where the hell he ran off to. But I could get off the lazy butt on this first day of Saggitarius and fairly quickly look it up.
Regarding $chlomo: After her first $1M movie back in the early 50's, Screen Goddess Marilyn Monroe famously remarked: "Thank god, I'll never have to suck another dick".
That unkindest cut appears to change the entire architecture of the organ, radically desensitizing it, with the exception of healing head comforting the wounded-weenie.
So that modest resensitization appears to temporarily modulate the inner psychic pain within the "lizard-brain".
Ever notice the screaming neuroticism in Jerry Lewis and Woody Allen? Apparently, that syndrome has some deeply buried roots within the unconscious mind. Allen, in particular, has weird relationships with women. Not hard to analyze as there would be a sense of abandonment after having closely bonded with the mother for a full week...and then an all-male sense-surround ...next the bris millah.
My thanks to those who have so kindly responded to the observations I was compelled to include into the discussion. Were my income greater than the less than $500 monthly from S.S. here in the states, I'd also feel compelled to become a paid subscriber. Appears that at long last there is access to a companionship of peers...a rare commodity in these devolutionary closing crescendos of the 6,000 year cyclical Age of Kali, the Goddess of dissolution and destruction.
It's quite possible that the Hopi people (who consider this the fourth world) were, similar to those folks some 10,000+ years ago who built that immense underground complex in eastern Anatolia which was only recently rediscovered; were on the same page, living literally under-ground for a long stretch of time. So it's possible enough that such folks across the planet who have already followed through with their underground living plans, will give birth to some spirits currently serving while surviving in this dystopia...perhaps in the not too distant future.
BTW: Thanks ever so much for the acceptance into your circle of comradeship.
You got me there, as I've long been a huge Dylan fan. He grew up in Hibbing, Minnesota, some 150 miles east of my home-country. My feeling is that his greatest album was Highway 61 Revisited:
"God said to Abraham, kill me a son". "Abe said to God, man you must be putting me on". God said no. Next time you see me you better run." "Abe said to God, where you want this killing done?" "God said to Abe 'Have it out on Highway 61".
Dylan was born in Duluth. Main Street, Superior Street, also happens to be Highway Sixty-One. Duluth is long and narrow, poised, is that frequently titled "Poor Man's San Francisco" between the Big Lake and massive rhyolite cliffs to the west. So it's logical to presume that Dylan's bris was performed on or near Highway Sixty-One.
So yes, Dylan sings of his own circumcision and doesn't seem to be altogether celebrating the fact. He runs deep, like that incredibly powerfully vibed Big Lake. Hibbing, the town of his growing up years, during that time sat immediately next to the biggest manmade hole on the face of Mother Earth. Yes, deep.
On that album, my favorite, though and quite possibly the teller for his Nobel Prize in literature is the totally amazing "Desolation Row". In my humble estimation as a very minor poet, is that this lyricism signifies the premiere piece of lyrical poetry within the English speaking world during the 20th Century:
"...Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, fighting in the captain's tower, while calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers". With this short precis , Dylan topples the two most recognizably powerful traditionalist poets from that tower.
Having spent almost the entire summer of '65 hovering in the night scenes of Greenwich Village, I became cognizant years later that that particular time of youthful liberation (I was 20 at the time) was the certain precursor to San Francisco's Summer of Love two years later and to Woodstock for the Grand Finale in the summer of '69. Dylan had migrated further uptown by then and that's where he produced that marvel of an album. Never did meet him or even see him...but we were riding the same vibe...a couple of Northern Minnesota rebels going to where we needed to be.
Desolation Row was a real, but unrevealed by the contemporary channeling Jewish prophet. It was, and remained for years the scene around Times Square, right there out front of god and everybody...and nobody gave a damn about what you said or did. It was full of a fruitful yet decadent combination of sleaze and freedom...and it contained many diverse scenes and subcultures. Neither Romeo, nor Casanova did well there. Seven years later I hitched from Menominee, Wisconsin right to the front door of a friend's place in Queens...Eight rides. The '65 model vibe had totally turned...dogshit and broken glass. But it was the place where I first learned to play the harmonicaster, right out there on Broadway. Tune was Desolation Row. Just came to me. Some minutes later, that's where I met the Gypsy, selling roses right in front of some porn theatre.
Couple more total gems from Dylan: "Forever Young" from the Planet-Waves album is the sweetest and most uplifting benediction I've ever heard...a true blessing. Other one is on the "Self Portrait" disc: "Copper Kettle". It's about the over the mountains settlers in what was then the trans-appalachian West. Hardscrabble life. Far from sources of supplies for their needs. No markets around. So those Scots-Irish hardheads grew some corn and rye and brewed whiskey. Pack horses to the settlements as trade-goods. Then along came the Washington Administration (the Lenapi people called him the "destroyer of settlements" which needed steady sources of tax-money. So in 1792 they installed a whiskey tax, which was no big deal for the large distillers in Philly and such...but for the frontiers folks it was an unmitigated disaster. So they took up their flintlocks and started chasing out those "revenuers". The Federal army of some 14,000 men (larger than its complements at Yorktown) quickly put down that rebellion:
Copper Kettle: "Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil, fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil. You'll just lay there by the juniper and watch those kettles boil."
"Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak. Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke."
"My daddy he made whiskey, my grand-daddy he did too. WE AINT PAID NO WHISKEY TAX SINCE SEVENTEEN-NINETY TWO. We just lay there by the juniper, while the moon is bright, watch them jugs a fillin in the pale moonlight, in the pale moonlight".
That man done put it to music. While encased in the old Mingo country in northeastern Ohio, I managed to meet a Lebanon County, Kentucky man name of John Boone...yes, a direct descendant. Him and his buddies all had daddies and grandpas going way, back who were into cookin "shine".
Those boys moderned up a bit and switched over to growing the green. Many were busted, including Mr. Boone (once escaped into injun country up in Canuckistan, Quebec Province, taking a cigarette boat up to the Akwasasne lands of the Mohawk people). Anyhoo, there's a couple books about, both titled "The Cornbread Mafia", with Boone's photo staring right back to you right there on the cover. Yes, somehow this particular lifetime has been one of adventure. As a warrior in many a go, this time around the Big Wheel I haven't been in any wars or killed anyone. Kinda proud of that achievement, being a War-Baby generation guy and all. -carstie
Dylan was hands down the greatest American poet, England with guys like Yeats and Shelly the competition gets much tougher but ee cummings and the like were not even fit to carry Dylans harmonica
It would not surprise me RMB. If the progression of the planets and comets can so profoundly influense/alter our individual consciousness and direct the society of Earth, it stands to reason that a similar effect is directly felt by Earth. On a purely scientific level with respect to gravitational pull it makes sense. It is certainly something worth investigating. Thank you for the links, if the Sami are feeling this, I am sure other indigenous peoples are too. Seems they have so much more to teach us, than we them.
One may call this the Saami calendar, but in truth, it is the Runic Calendar, and no, it would not apply any longer.
Why?
Because the sequence of runes is specific to each individual year, and the timing of the calendar has it's own unique interplay between the solar, lunar, and mystery times of that year.
Runic calendars are a deep understanding of the actors of time and destiny.
MK
Well RMB, I've looked far and wide at current thought, and I have discovered a great situational intelligence, one which within narrow confines is obsessed with power and control. If you want to call this esoteric knowledge, be my guest, however I believe a different term is in order.
MK
The contemporary calendar is a bastard child of Ancient Rome. Consider: The alleged "New Year" begins on their first day of the two-faced god, Janus, a mere twelve days after the climax of the seasons with the December 21st Winter Solstice and eight days following the Mithraic celebration of Sol Invictus, which in later years those of the JudieChristie MagickMindfuck persuasion "converted" into Christmas.
Christmas, celebration of the birth of the Avatar of the Age of Pisces, Jesus, the Christed spiritual teacher and Jewish rebel, was originally celebrated by the Jesusites on the Vernal Equinox, peak of the season when "shepherds tend their flocks by night" in Ancient Palestine.
As we segue into the Aquarian Age it is imperative to note the progression of that calendar imposed by Rome and modified later by the Roman Catholic Church by Pope Gregory, presumably the one they call "The Great". In the ancient Republic of Rome, the Zodiacal calendar was logically in place. The year began with Aries and transitioned on through Pisces.
We may consider that the appellation "Anno Domini", technically and officially, the "Year of the Lord" was probably not, at least amongst the cognoscenti, referent to the crucified Jewish rebel, rather to Julius Caesar, after whom their month "July" was named. It was followed (and still is) by "August", for Caesar's nephew who renamed himself Augustus from Octavian, once he assumed the title of Imperator.
So the transition from January, to February (Februarius) and onto March (Mars) symbolic of both the planet and its role as the God of War, as many wars in the Mediterranean Basin commenced on that month. We then march into April, followed by May and June, skipping through aforementioned Imperators denoted by July and August, into the previously numbered months: September (from Septem/seventh; October (the 8th); November (ninth month) and finally December, the close of the Imperial calendar year.
Thus the Roman Imperial calendar is a convoluted hodgepodge. This draws us into the crazy-quilt of the European (in this case, English) days of the week. We begin with Sun-day (easy enough, and quite logical as all life on earth originates with our central star). Thence to Moon-Day, celebrating both the feminine principle and the ruler of the night sky (prior to our devolvolutionary massive lighting of megalopolitan concentrations).
Tuesday. (from the Norse goddess Tys) changes the entire equation. As a goddess, Tys also had planetary significance. Next onto what the Norse called Odensdag (Odin's day) or as convoluted by the Saxons (Wotan's Tag) or Wednesday. Being the chief god of the Norse, his son Thor, assumed the mantle of Mars, the Roman god of war and birthed Thursday. We stick with the Norse for Freya's Day (Friday) after yet another Norse deity.
Then, for the final day of the week, we revert to the Roman to discover the ruling deity of that day, Saturn.
Now, my belief that the succession of months can and ultimately must, revert to the original and very ancient Real-Eye-Zations of the Zodiacal year. It is the only system which makes sense as we transit gradually into the Aquarian Era. As for the days of the week...who knows...perhaps some element of the now traditional system should (at least in the Western world) remain.
Ganske bra. Takk.
I like Fridays but only because I am quite fond of her, great comment Carstie but don't forget the Borgias and their crusade to eradicate the Mayan timetables
Margaritas, I don't think Norway has them https://youtu.be/KCBS5EtszYI
Not totally without any knowledge re the Borgias. Was it the Borgia Pope, Leo X or whomever, who called that hit on the Mayan timetables?
Interesting, but this video which HP posted is also very interesting. If I understood it correctly there will be no age of Aquarius:
THE SILVER BULLET THAT DESTROYS HELIOCENTRISM - Claimed "imaginary" galactic equator
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0ov8TAYEC0
I found this piece worthy for a number of reasons, yet the most important was the discussion of Saturn. Within the broken and forgotten corpus of Gnostic scripture, a curious yet resonant assertion is found, that this cosmos arrived upon the ashes of a predecessor, and the predecessor was based upon Saturn.
Thus the characteristics of structure and the employment of cosmic law are not fully self sustaining. Perhaps I will write further about this, because it is central to our current condition.
MK
Good we need another Mike Kay piece
Thank you MK.
I would be intrigued by your thoughts, and look forward to reading such.
One thing is for sure, there is a greater (maybe the greatest) cycle that completes every 493 years, and that is the Neptune-Pluto cycle with conjunctions in (about) the same place's in the zodiac.
Throughout this cycle Uranus moves backwards in relation to them at each conjunction.
It takes a little over 3,940 years (let's say 4,000 give or take), or to put it another way, eight Neptune-Pluto conjunctions for Uranus to shift all the way back to the same place it started.
This Great Cycle (the longest known to Astrology) culminates with Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto lighting up the sky with a brilliant triple conjunction, an enormous turning point in human evolution (and maybe that of the cosmos?).
The last triple conjunction was in 575 B.C (or thereabouts).
Seraphim,
The cosmic time I am referring to is on a much larger scale, a sort of great wheel that incorporates others. I will strive to be worthy of that interest.
However, 575 BC is itself a turning point in the history of Rome, perhaps the beginning of the twilight of the classical world, and the foundations of this current system. Thanks, interesting and provocative indeed.
MK
MK... There is a theoretical calculation made by Jean Meeus in "Mathematical Astronomy Morsels" (Willmann-Bell, 1997), that talks about the probability of all the eight planets lining up every 396 billion years.
The mathematics has to be undertaken two dimensionally, so that all the planets can have the same heliocentric longitude (this is because they can never really/properly line up in three dimensions because their orbital planes are all different), and there is some fudging of the maths.
If it could be discerned with greater clarity, and precision, it may be the cosmic time you are referring to? But such a task is beyond my capabilities.
I can only imagine the amount of work it took to derive that conclusion, Seraphim. Honestly, the answer to your question lies in where one draws the line on the cosmos.
Consider, the traditional view of the night sky is to assign certain spheres to certain heavenly bodies. If one makes the perfectly rational conclusion that this comprises the cosmos, then I would think you would have a very strong argument. Perhaps, this is actually so.
Yet there does lie a great distance, from the last planetary sphere to a hypostasis that few even know exists. It is so easy to get lost. I have heard testimony of some who travelled on and on for unimaginable distances and not arrived there. Those who have arrived there rarely speak of it, because the experience defies description. The Gnostic scripture refers to such by different names, yet the Manichaeans call it the Treasury. This is the point where the cosmos is no longer dependent, but is self-generating.
Even this is not the limit, yet it is beyond the rule and control of this manifestation, and my tendency is to demarcate the limit of our sphere to this point.
Perhaps it will become clearer with my next piece, however a key to grasping this is to understand what the present really is, a place truly before time.
We must have that which exists before time in order for time to exist.
MK
Now I am on the same page MK. I look forward to your piece. That is the hazard of only observing a single set of movements, as the opening lines of conversations from the porch illuminates - You cannot see the woods for the trees.
A world of things.
I woke one day
In a strange coloured world
Where nothing made sense
Nothing spoke or heard
Whatever I felt
Whatever I had seen.
When suddenly
It all moved into place
A world of things
Thought sans Grace.
Someone else's dream
It seems as if I never woke
Only fell deeper into sleep.
MK
https://youtu.be/6Kc9co0psCs
During the waning phase of the transit of Uranus through Taurus, exactly 80 years ago in November of 1942; the Russian military launched Operation Uranus, which rapidly tore through Romanian defense elements well to the west of Stalingrad. In a matter of days the German Sixth army attempting to take Stalingrad was totally cut off from its logistical supply-line. Ultimately, in February of '43 Field Marshal Von Paulus, surrendered his entire 6th Army.
That victory/defeat is generally regarding as the primary turning-point of WWII. It would appear from this choice of operational title, that someone in the USSR's Stavka general staff, in a country totally dedicated to rationalist dialectical materialism, had at that time an in-depth knowledge of the cyclical patterns inherent within the circles of astrological understanding.
It is also of consideration that Dane Rudhyar, perhaps America's most significant astrological theorist wrote his seminal work "The Astrology of Personality", at the age of 29!! , during the onset of the Uranus/Taurus transit in 1935. As I see it, those two events marked the effectual Alpha and Omega of that era.
Actually, Stalin was a magus trained by the Jesuits and quite likely the Green Dragon and the monk with the Green Gloves. He was taking advice from George Gurdjieff, his roommate and friend at "university" in Tbilisi, and one of the three great Masters who orchestrated the Morning of the Magicians and all the rest that followed...
Unfortunately pressing affairs have forced me to put the book on hold, probably permanently, after all I'm not gonna write it if nobody's gonna be left to read it, but anything you find in here you can take to the bank Carstie https://jackheart.substack.com/p/the-century-of-the-magicians?s=w
Jack: Thanks for sharing one of your innumerable insights. I was totally unaware of Stalin having attended university and particularly in company with Gurdjieff. I. must confess to not having read Gurdjieff...or even Blavatsky, though both are certainly on my bucket-list. Years ago, perhaps 40, I read Pauwels and Bergier's book. Someday I must rummage through the mass of books, currently located outside of my immediate residence in possibly three different locations to unearth my paperback copy of Morning of the Magicians. It was one of those volumes which set me on the path to spiritual awakening.
Still a long ways to go on that, as over the past nearly 50 years, I've channeled a symbolic, imagistic recapitulation of our currently totally abstract English version of our common alphabet. First release of the New World Cosmographic Alphabet will be "The Cosmographic States of America", with 50 pages of hand-colored plates and then another 20 for those who need a "cheat sheet", should they not be into solving relatively simple puzzles, and then some more for a prologue and intro.
Some months ago a friend sent me three different books by the late Dr. Leonard Shlain, a polymath and also a brain surgeon. Particularly with his book "The Alphabet versus the Goddess", Shlain provided a superb buttressing for those long endeavors aimed at providing an alternate to the inherent left-brain and male bias against the somewhat androgynic employment of the intuitive and holistic right-brain. As a man of 78 years, I find it a unique privilege to skry out some resonance to the feminine side of the equation.
Another book lost within my mass mess of volumes was written by an artist (name now relegated to my sagging memory-glands) who wrote "Drawing from the Right Side of the Brain".
This accords quite well with my longtime delving into the I-Ching, where the central achievement is considered as the principle of balance.
Abstraction, to my reckoning, all too often engenders obstruction. In the current abstract alphabet of contemporary perceived reality, the letter "A" signifies nothing outside of being a vowel with several variations in pronunciation. In the NEW World Cosmo, that letter is transmogrified (or perhaps alchemically transmuted) into a simple of a teepee with smoke emanating from its top...pride of place going to the "A"boriginal" peoples such as the "A"rapahoe". In like manner, "B" transmutes into a Bear-paw, while "C" is closely represented as a "Crescent" moon.
As this plundered planet is deeply in need for unifying symbology, that crescent moon would be of significant appeal to the Islamic perspective, while the last letter which finally arrived less than a year ago in an acceptable form, recombines the cursive capital "Q" with the Yin-Yang symbol of the Eastern world, along with a final flip, signifying precisely what?
The cheat-sheets will be somewhat modeled from the Celtic illustrated manuscripts, as per the Book of Kells , with capitalizations rendered in "Cosmo", while the text is in contemporary abstract print. They were fun to assemble and elicited a tendency towards a poetic formulation.
While incarcerated under the feds, I met a young man who was there for selling Ecstasy at a Neo-hippy festival. Handsome and even quite magnetic, Adam was, however, profoundly dyslexic. So I did his name in "Cosmo"...asking him if any of the symbols resembled a letter that he knew. "Could that first one be an "A" ? He replied. Yes, and its also the third one, right? "Sure". Now that second one is not at all similar to the one we use, but how about that third one (depicting a bipartite mountain delineated by spruce trees). Which letter does that outer shape resemble? "Could it be an em?" Of course. "Say!!! Does that spell my name?
Adam made the jump. Intuitively he grokked it. I gave him that copy as a personal keepsake. Within two weeks he was reading sentences.
Some couple months ago a friend told me about an adventure with his 7 y.o. grand-niece. He shared with her a copy I'd long ago given him of an earlier cheat-sheet used for buyers of one of the (financial flop in the late 90's) of some Tee-shirts I'd produced...also one of those shirts which he has retained. She was totally fascinated and rapidly took to employing the "Cosmo".
My opinion has long been that the world has need for a unifying alphabet which would not be simply the product of a singular cultural tradition, rather employing a set of symbolic images which would burst through the McLuhan Barrier and his Gutenberg Galaxy clear into the Cosmos, yet grounded in symbology common to most of the human race.
Such is my dream...and my primary reason for being...in this particular turn around the Great Wheel. -carstie
Brillant, no sagging memory banks here, an intensely erudite comment. The Shaver Mystery begins with Mantong, a universal language somehow conjured up by a man and his welding torch (LOL, the SS, Richard Sharpe Shaver "a real sharp shaver."). Some academics have made cases for a single root language but thanks to Schlomo they have been relegated to the dustheap. Does not even that cursed book the bible tell them that before the fall of Babylon Man spoke a single language? Keep em coming Carstie great input.
Ah yes, the $chlomo. Seems that the RU is becoming somewhat of an immovable object standing in the path (akin to the role of Hanuman in the Mahabarata) of the irresistible force. Been spending waaaaay too much time and energy engaged with that,even as a poster on Unz. On that site, I've frequently
posted my take on the Constantinian continuum, where the ancient Hebrew control factor made individuals slaves to their god concept, which he combined with his Empire's enslavement of all to their state...the Great Hysterical Double-Cross, where Crosstianity subsumed the Jesusites, the Gnostics and just about everybody else in the Western world over the last sixteen centuries or thereabouts.
Term I've most frequently employed on Unz and elsewhere is nothing other than the JudieChristie MagickMindfuck. There's dimensional multiplicity in that appellation. Yes, to update Mencken, the Great Overwashed live within the Matrix. Contemporary enculturation encloses them from the days they still were in diapers and next the edjumacasional experience, boobtoob noose and its perfectly coiffed stenographer/ script-readers and now the gamer world plus nasty-assed drugs closely calculated to further addle their brains.
That's one side of the equation. The other is that European descended and/or
enculturated peoples, have been according to the resounding message of the late John Trudell, deracinated. Akin to the egregious horror of neonatal circumcision, our people have in the main, lost their roots...cut off. Megalopolitan residents have virtually no connexions to the magic of the natural world and with their immersion in the blinding spectrum of artificial lighting, have also been successfully adumbrated from even being able to observe the heavens.
Perhaps the most telling bit of music from the Woodstock experience was the line "back to the garden". Like the Mayans, the Anasazi perhaps and the Cahokians, perhaps it is long past time to abandon those soul-destroying, rat-race reality megalopoli.
Your contributions here are invaluable Carstie.
And thank you for mentioning Hanuman, his stories are incredibly relevant for our times - hence the picture next to my name.
Strangly enough it seems we are all returning to the garden, at least those of us that know the way back...
The letter A... Alpha, Alif, 诶 ēi in Chinese... why is it number one, why is it at the start of all alphabets?
Why did we always/start worship(ing) Bulls and still do in India?
Look at an a upside down A... What does it become, other than the head of a bull - and which zodiacal character is envisioned as a bull?
None other than Taurus...
Thank you Carstie, very illuminating and pertinent. Never forget that the British and Russians were/are close allies (at least at the 'royal' level, and we all know what they are into/upto).
Guess I'm not quite up to speed as to "we all know that what they are into/upto". Yes, all those Royals certainly comprised a cousinship.
Yet today, King Chuck's "advisors" in The City directly connect the Crown to a certain bank, named for its owners, who also happen to own the Crown by means of ownership of Bank of England and essentially all central banking across the planet.
Currently, my only rub on the Moscow regime is that their central banking system has yet to sever ties with the control network, aka the central banking cabal consortium. Perhaps that's the shared insight which you couched in such byzantine clouds. Please correct me if there's a lack of full understanding on my part.
No lack of understanding... Spot on in fact.
When looking at the Astrological wheel I find it easiest to remember the opposing signs/archetypes by the part of the body they rule. In the case of Taurus, it is the throat, its opposite Scorpio is the genitals - maybe that is why Schlomo bites the tip of the organ off?
Viewed this way it is also interesting to observe that: 'The Queen is dead' (A Taurian), 'Long live the King' (A Scorpio)... a 'cock' is now ruling the UK.
Such a relative tyro in the immense field of astrology, I am as compared with you. As I was born a War-Baby, there is some confusion of whether the accordance was DST or the amplified War compilation. Thus uncertainty with rising sign (either Saggitarius or Capricorn) and as a consequence, the houses.
Extreme stellium here with Sun, Moon, Mercury and Jupiter all jamming in Virgo and right next door with Uranus and then the mutually combatting or otherwise engaging Mars and Venus all in Libra.
Saturn is parked in Cancer...a big oops, perhaps. Neptune, I seem to recall being in Gemini and as for Pluto, don't know where the hell he ran off to. But I could get off the lazy butt on this first day of Saggitarius and fairly quickly look it up.
Regarding $chlomo: After her first $1M movie back in the early 50's, Screen Goddess Marilyn Monroe famously remarked: "Thank god, I'll never have to suck another dick".
That unkindest cut appears to change the entire architecture of the organ, radically desensitizing it, with the exception of healing head comforting the wounded-weenie.
So that modest resensitization appears to temporarily modulate the inner psychic pain within the "lizard-brain".
Ever notice the screaming neuroticism in Jerry Lewis and Woody Allen? Apparently, that syndrome has some deeply buried roots within the unconscious mind. Allen, in particular, has weird relationships with women. Not hard to analyze as there would be a sense of abandonment after having closely bonded with the mother for a full week...and then an all-male sense-surround ...next the bris millah.
My thanks to those who have so kindly responded to the observations I was compelled to include into the discussion. Were my income greater than the less than $500 monthly from S.S. here in the states, I'd also feel compelled to become a paid subscriber. Appears that at long last there is access to a companionship of peers...a rare commodity in these devolutionary closing crescendos of the 6,000 year cyclical Age of Kali, the Goddess of dissolution and destruction.
Acceptance by this board is truly an honor.
Your home Carstie, I'm sorry best we can do here, we fight them every step of the way just to do this, it will be different in the next world...
It's quite possible that the Hopi people (who consider this the fourth world) were, similar to those folks some 10,000+ years ago who built that immense underground complex in eastern Anatolia which was only recently rediscovered; were on the same page, living literally under-ground for a long stretch of time. So it's possible enough that such folks across the planet who have already followed through with their underground living plans, will give birth to some spirits currently serving while surviving in this dystopia...perhaps in the not too distant future.
BTW: Thanks ever so much for the acceptance into your circle of comradeship.
Bob Dylan said it best with 'Subterranean Homesick Blues'.... I would post a link to such if I was more technologically able.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Mb3CoWwNyY
You got me there, as I've long been a huge Dylan fan. He grew up in Hibbing, Minnesota, some 150 miles east of my home-country. My feeling is that his greatest album was Highway 61 Revisited:
"God said to Abraham, kill me a son". "Abe said to God, man you must be putting me on". God said no. Next time you see me you better run." "Abe said to God, where you want this killing done?" "God said to Abe 'Have it out on Highway 61".
Dylan was born in Duluth. Main Street, Superior Street, also happens to be Highway Sixty-One. Duluth is long and narrow, poised, is that frequently titled "Poor Man's San Francisco" between the Big Lake and massive rhyolite cliffs to the west. So it's logical to presume that Dylan's bris was performed on or near Highway Sixty-One.
So yes, Dylan sings of his own circumcision and doesn't seem to be altogether celebrating the fact. He runs deep, like that incredibly powerfully vibed Big Lake. Hibbing, the town of his growing up years, during that time sat immediately next to the biggest manmade hole on the face of Mother Earth. Yes, deep.
On that album, my favorite, though and quite possibly the teller for his Nobel Prize in literature is the totally amazing "Desolation Row". In my humble estimation as a very minor poet, is that this lyricism signifies the premiere piece of lyrical poetry within the English speaking world during the 20th Century:
"...Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, fighting in the captain's tower, while calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers". With this short precis , Dylan topples the two most recognizably powerful traditionalist poets from that tower.
Having spent almost the entire summer of '65 hovering in the night scenes of Greenwich Village, I became cognizant years later that that particular time of youthful liberation (I was 20 at the time) was the certain precursor to San Francisco's Summer of Love two years later and to Woodstock for the Grand Finale in the summer of '69. Dylan had migrated further uptown by then and that's where he produced that marvel of an album. Never did meet him or even see him...but we were riding the same vibe...a couple of Northern Minnesota rebels going to where we needed to be.
Desolation Row was a real, but unrevealed by the contemporary channeling Jewish prophet. It was, and remained for years the scene around Times Square, right there out front of god and everybody...and nobody gave a damn about what you said or did. It was full of a fruitful yet decadent combination of sleaze and freedom...and it contained many diverse scenes and subcultures. Neither Romeo, nor Casanova did well there. Seven years later I hitched from Menominee, Wisconsin right to the front door of a friend's place in Queens...Eight rides. The '65 model vibe had totally turned...dogshit and broken glass. But it was the place where I first learned to play the harmonicaster, right out there on Broadway. Tune was Desolation Row. Just came to me. Some minutes later, that's where I met the Gypsy, selling roses right in front of some porn theatre.
Couple more total gems from Dylan: "Forever Young" from the Planet-Waves album is the sweetest and most uplifting benediction I've ever heard...a true blessing. Other one is on the "Self Portrait" disc: "Copper Kettle". It's about the over the mountains settlers in what was then the trans-appalachian West. Hardscrabble life. Far from sources of supplies for their needs. No markets around. So those Scots-Irish hardheads grew some corn and rye and brewed whiskey. Pack horses to the settlements as trade-goods. Then along came the Washington Administration (the Lenapi people called him the "destroyer of settlements" which needed steady sources of tax-money. So in 1792 they installed a whiskey tax, which was no big deal for the large distillers in Philly and such...but for the frontiers folks it was an unmitigated disaster. So they took up their flintlocks and started chasing out those "revenuers". The Federal army of some 14,000 men (larger than its complements at Yorktown) quickly put down that rebellion:
Copper Kettle: "Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil, fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil. You'll just lay there by the juniper and watch those kettles boil."
"Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak. Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke."
"My daddy he made whiskey, my grand-daddy he did too. WE AINT PAID NO WHISKEY TAX SINCE SEVENTEEN-NINETY TWO. We just lay there by the juniper, while the moon is bright, watch them jugs a fillin in the pale moonlight, in the pale moonlight".
That man done put it to music. While encased in the old Mingo country in northeastern Ohio, I managed to meet a Lebanon County, Kentucky man name of John Boone...yes, a direct descendant. Him and his buddies all had daddies and grandpas going way, back who were into cookin "shine".
Those boys moderned up a bit and switched over to growing the green. Many were busted, including Mr. Boone (once escaped into injun country up in Canuckistan, Quebec Province, taking a cigarette boat up to the Akwasasne lands of the Mohawk people). Anyhoo, there's a couple books about, both titled "The Cornbread Mafia", with Boone's photo staring right back to you right there on the cover. Yes, somehow this particular lifetime has been one of adventure. As a warrior in many a go, this time around the Big Wheel I haven't been in any wars or killed anyone. Kinda proud of that achievement, being a War-Baby generation guy and all. -carstie
Dylan was hands down the greatest American poet, England with guys like Yeats and Shelly the competition gets much tougher but ee cummings and the like were not even fit to carry Dylans harmonica