Page Turning and Book Marking

The Spoils of War - Uranus Returns to Pisces

In perfect harmony Uranus at 29 Pisces coincides with the fake end of the 29 Pisces Iraq War mimicking the false start and continuing the confusion it's so famous for. "Did we win? Did we lose? Did we tie?" writes Mike Littwin in the Denver Post.

I've emphasized before the karmic conclusion associated with this point where saints and sinners collide to create the spark of new life in Aries. In due time. The confrontation with past mistakes, the consequences of all our actions, comes now when humanity realizes that we share the guilt. We often beg for forgiveness and, so far, we seem to get it, especially if people acknowledge what they've done, although that's not necessarily a guarantee. Redemption is unpredictable, especially with Uranus at the helm. I'm not one for group adhesion but I'm beginning to think this collective karma is influencing my own, and not to my advantage. To my slight surprise, the public reaction to this staged not so slick event has me encouraged. I'm pleased and relieved when my family members express honesty, particularly concerning grave matters. Or at least give it some time and reflection.

I witnessed with my usual horror how Operation Iraqi Freedom magically transmogrified into Operation New Dawn with a flick of the wand-tongue. An MGM cornball flick with customary cheap sentiment and stunt man heroics, naming our beloved "patriot" George W. Bush the mastermind of this "remarkable" event in history that has increased our safety, while we free ourselves to hunt and kill Muslim terrorists elsewhere. Never mind that there are no Al Qaida monsters in Afghanistan. Maybe the back lot at MGM can provide a few. Well MGM's lot is gone. Maybe Universal can spare some.

Meanwhile the screeching of the "let's be positive" magpies becomes deafening and tries to drown out the picture of ugly devastation and the chaos in the minds of the people caught in the maddening Uranian eddies, futility in tow. It's not the opportune moment to dreamily turn away from this who-knows-what by the Euphrates. The time for escape is drawing to a close, if that's even possible in this Disneyworld called the United States of America. Yet it's not the time for radical transformation. 29 Pisces is a time for finalizing the old, understanding it, feeling it, accepting it, and that's bound to happen no matter how much the crowd wishes things to be better. It's good when it's good. It's just a matter of accurate recognition.

So there he sits in his newly spiffed up office, hands perfectly folded, obediently following orders, pretending to be president, and advises the people to turn the page. Kind of like the saying goes ... "Nothing to see here. Let's move on." The guy is lost in space. Obama is ridiculous.

The plight of the American people, however, is not ridiculous. They seem to be catching on. The politicians are playing their own game disconnected from the desires and basic needs of the citizens, and lo and behold, the poor people are starting to feel left out. Forsaken. Tumbling on the 29 Pisces shore without an anchor, lifeline, or puffy jacket. Not even an inner tube.

We the hapless good guys were promised a new chapter. That all together we would change the world. What if the world doesn't want changing? What if the people have other pressing things to do? It seems to me one would be inclined to have a job before tackling the improvement of the universe. I could be wrong, though.
Meanwhile, rushing into the new dawn probably can't be done without looking at a bit of history or even some present. Especially with Uranus going ass backwards in Pisces. How on earth can the collective go on to better times without knowing what's wrong and how to fix it? Don't you want to know?

Say you develop a pain in your body. It doesn't go away and you sense that something is seriously amiss. You go to a physician and the first thing she does is diagnose the ailment. Then she prescribes treatment which often includes some destruction at first. When the cure comes, the body feels renewed, enjoying its trust in life again. The same can be applied to the body politic and deep in Pisces we become aware of our failures, our crippling, our weaknesses, our helplessness, and our exhaustion until we finally drop our burdens and trust another source of strength entirely beyond our control, or even conscious awareness. It's hardly the time to build gargantuan structures to the heavens or even solve our tax problems. Diagnosis itself seems likes it's on a distant horizon. The thing is not exactly progressing. But why should it at the end of Pisces? Pisces the Futureless. The Free.

Things fall apart in Pisces. They unravel. They disengage.

President Obama has some disturbances going on as most people do. Abandonment fears, for example, and a sizable megalomania that's led him to take charge of the worst killing machine on the planet. Meanwhile he plays dress up in the office, perfectly grease painted and prompted, telling us to blithely walk away, ignoring the replacements already en route. Like I said, he's lost in space. Perhaps his bosses are too.

It's not at all Obama's fault nor is it his responsibility to get this country out of trouble. It's probably best to just let him play. He's all right. His psychological fouls are not really that harmful if you see them as a reflection of the complexes that have created this country's present predicament. Our own abandonment issues with four planets in Cancer and the Pluto in Cancer generation now dying out. Our misguided belief that life is no more than a Hollywood script. Our matinee idol president is evidence of how far that's gone. And that's the good part. We don't have to follow him. We can't.
Another plus is how the number of dangling carrots provided by this administration could supply the body politic with enough vitamin A to actually give it good eye sight.

But honestly, the very good part of this disastrous scenario is that people seem to be finally realizing what these wars are about, and not just the drug addled fucking retards. The lack of jubilation is highly promising. The sexual rise and panic the manipulators incite is slow in coming. There is something wrong with the picture, digitalized as it is. The illusions of heroics are gradually being supplanted by the recognition that war is waged for material profit, and it hurts to be violently killed. Probably a little less than it does to kill.
The star making machine is already struggling with Afghanistan. War is not as good as was promised. The spoils seem meager.

We can turn the page but I would suggest bookmarking the chapter to refer to while Uranus disrupts the Piscean collective seas until next March when the Sun joins Uranus in Aries for the "New Dawn?" Meanwhile, the group runs about chasing flying objects that keep disappearing.