November 3rd, 2013

Last year, a full moon eclipse in Scorpio signified the last cycle before December 21st, 2012, the date Roland Emmerich predicted the world would end. Since then, many claim their worlds did not, in fact, end—speak for yourself—and continued to function, littered with the same viruses and glitches they’d had since choosing not to update their operating system.

I might implore you to check your pulse to see that you haven’t six sense’d yourself into believing in that reflection—or lack thereof.

Scorpio tends to run rampant with the themes of life, death, and cyclical resurrection, often culminating in a traumatic mythological event where one is chopped into many pieces and scattered across the globe, only to be secretly reassembled by your beloved (+1 golden phallus).

Mercury has a week left in retrograde, digging up past threads from the cosmic databank. While big decisions are wisely shelved during retrogrades, you might serve yourself to “go with the flow,” and let the inner work guide you to radical realizations, unseen undercurrents, and fated personalities.

The winged messenger directly contacts the moon’s north node—point of destiny—in a likewise opposition to the south node. Meditate on the notion that you’re learning something (anything will do) and integrate inspired images, thoughts, and senses to theoretically ease your own passing. While visions may be cloudy, they still contain answers, and like any puzzle, have the potential to be solved.

The solar eclipse lightly touches our ringed Saturn, the master of manifestation. Here, delve into the discipline required to achieve your dreams. Be practical and outline resolutions that you feel would benefit your current walkabout. Incubate the new authority of you into the illusionary world, and watch the ripples swell with every step.

Three days ago, Pluto and Uranus made their final square of 2013. Their dance brings unexpected fruition to intended transformations, if made wisely. You—yes, you—are the funnel for experiencing the intricacies of the universe. Focus daily, and responsibly, and watch creative choices burn into being. Maintain erraticism, and the universe will respond to any amount of dazed neurons. Being a creator isn’t all that bad.

This so-called cyclical life churns and burns the construct of our karma at no fault—there are rules in this here town, and more than one sheriff to keep our innovative toes in line.

Perhaps our planet has already burned to a crisp, and we live in a hologram fastened by Pleiadian—or Sirian—masters, parents of the human race, to give us an extension on our Ascension 101 midterm. With the world having already ended, now we face the choice to make choice, or not, or choose to not, or choose to not choose, and eventually make the responsible choice, whatever that is.

During this powerful eclipse, ask yourself, “What do I have the power to create?” and don’t expect an immediate response. Let the question percolate; Mercury should be moving forward before your clarity takes shape—one week away.

Take a step toward claiming empowerment, and embrace the Scorpionic mantra of dutiful transformation. Be the [insert name] you wish to see. Resurrect yourself with a golden phallus and become the Lord of the Underworld. I dare you.