In Case You’re Wondering, This is How I Feel:

Nowhere Man (1965)

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody,,,

The Beatles
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Should the FBI Get a Search Warrant for Her Grave?

Ivana Trump (February 20, 1949 – July 14, 2022)

It seems illogical, at so many levels: Ivana Trump was supposedly cremated after her death; the memorial service had a strangely ‘heavy’ golden casket which was then interred at the Trump National Golf Club, Bedminster, New Jersey. There’s a lot of twittering going on about it…

Cash Peters looked at the grave site this past week. He ‘imagined’ that there is a space beneath the burial plot. You can look at his video, too, if you want. The part I’m referring to starts near the 13 minute mark.

He says not to put any trust into anything he says about it.

But, it kinda makes perfect sense if you wanted to bury ‘sensitive’ documents so that no one could find them. And the subsequent FBI search warrant of Mar-a-Lago seems to have resulted from something they saw on surveillance videos of the space outside the storage room. Did they move too late?

And because the burial plot is on Trump land, they can refuse to dig her casket up, because it would be a desecration of her last resting place. What do you think? Just another conspiracy theory?

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A Myth to Explain Why We Don’t Understand Ourselves

Cupid and Psyche

When I lived in Torquay in England, I had several reprints of fine art work, including this image. I never understood the implications of Psyche’s butterfly wings, thinking that the artist had got them wrong somehow. I should have known better.

Cupid and Psyche is a famous Ancient Greco-Roman myth. Although the characters of Cupid and Psyche can be found in Greek art as early as the 4th century BC, the earliest written record of this story was written by Apuleius in the 2nd century AD. The story begins with a king and queen who have three daughters. The youngest daughter, Psyche, is of  such exceptional beauty that “the poverty of language is unable to give her due praise.” People travel to her, proclaiming the girl is the second coming of Aphrodite, and make offerings to her instead of the goddess herself.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, becomes jealous. Aphrodite tells her son Cupid, a young man with golden wings  who represents unrestrained passion, to go to Psyche, and make her fall in love with some low, ugly person. Cupid finds the sleeping Psyche and drops bitter water on her to bring her sorrow. He pricks her with a magical arrow, waking her and startling himself. Cupid accidentally pricks his own leg with the arrow, which unbeknownst to him, will cause the two to fall in love. Cupid feels badly for bringing the girl sorrow, and unaware that he is already in love with her, drops joyful water on her to bring her happiness.

Aphrodite continues to interfere in Psyche’s life, preventing any man from proposing to her. Psyche’s two sisters marry princes, but Psyche herself is lonely. An oracle of Apollo says Psyche will be “the bride of no mortal lover.” Her parents say their bitter goodbyes, and leave her alone on top of a mountain, adhering to the oracle’s prophecy that she will marry a monster.

The god of the western wind, Zephyr, picks the sleeping Psyche up and gently brings her Cupid’s palace. An invisible voice tells her that everything she sees is hers. She is treated like royalty, and every night her now-husband Cupid visits her in total darkness, refusing to let her see him. For a time she is happy, and she soon becomes pregnant.

Psyche misses her family, who thinks she is dead. These thoughts of her parents and sisters consume her, and she beseeches her husband to let her sisters visit. Cupid finally agrees, sending Zephyr to bring them.

Her sisters, awed by the wealth and splendor of the palace, become jealous of their little sister. They ask about her husband, and Psyche describes a beautiful youth who spent time hunting in the mountains. The sisters are suspicious, and Psyche admits she has never seen her husband. They convince Psyche  that her husband is the monster of the prophecy. The sisters tell Psyche to get a lamp and knife, and while her husband sleeps, light the lamp and look at him. If he is a monster, she must cut off his head. She obeys, but when she lifts the lamp, she instead sees an inhumanly beautiful man: Cupid. Psyche accidentally spills hot oil on his skin, burning him, and Cupid wakes. Feeling betrayed by his wife, he says “Love cannot dwell with suspicion,” and flies away forever.

Psyche finds herself just outside the city where her sisters dwell. She tells them everything, and the sisters feign sorrow and shock. They hope Cupid will choose one of them instead. They journey back to the mountain and jump off the peak, demanding Zephyr bring them back to Cupid. But Zephyr does not, and they are both dashed to pieces on the ground below.

Psyche wanders the earth, searching for her husband. She tidies some corn and barley inside a temple, hoping to please one of the gods enough to help her. The temple’s goddess, Ceres, says she cannot help but may give advice. Ceres tells Psyche to go to Aphrodite and surrender, and maybe Aphrodite will be appeased by submission.

But Aphrodite traps Psyche in a storehouse, demanding that she sort the monstrous piles of grains that lie there. While Psyche stares in despair at the task ahead of her, thousands of ants appear and sort the grains, one by one. When Aphrodite returns, she is furious, and leaves only a small piece of black bread for Psyche’s dinner. Psyche’s next challenge is to collect the legendary Golden Fleece from a flock of sheep grazing by a river. Psyche is destitute and hungry, and intends to drown herself in the river. But the reeds speak, warning Psyche about the fast flowing river and the temperamental rams. They help her collect the Golden Fleece. For the third task, Psyche must collect the black water from the rivers Styx and Cocytus, which lead to the Underworld. Once again, she is determined to give up, and throws herself from the cliff she stands on. This time, Zeus pities her, and sends his eagle to catch her. Next, Aphrodite instructs Psyche to visit Persephone in the Underworld and ask for a little of her beauty. Again, Psyche becomes hopeless and climbs a tower to throw herself off it, and again an anthropomorphised object—this time the tower—saves her. She must bring barley cakes for the three-headed dog Cerberus and two coins for Charon the Underworld ferryman to bring her across the river both ways. The tower also warns her not to open the box Persephone fills.

However, on her return to Aphrodite, Psyche looks at her disheveled appearance and thinks that Aphrodite can spare a little bit of beauty, so she will look prettier when reunited with Cupid. But inside the box is sleep, not beauty, and Psyche falls to the ground as if dead.

Cupid, unbeknownst to Psyche, had been divinely helping her through all her trials. Recovered from him burns and no longer able to bear being away from his love, Cupid flies to her. After he puts the sleep back into its box, Psyche revives. He then flies to Zeus, who publicly approves of the couple, convinces Aphrodite to leave them alone, and gives Psyche the drink of immortality, Ambrosia.

Finally, the marriage is made official, and their daughter, Pleasure, is born.

This story, myth, legend is also symbolized by the Gnostic version of the story about Jesus and Sophia, with Mary Magdalene being her human counterpart, in case you were wondering. I’ve outlined that story here.

The proof of the connection is the Tower.

Acts of Divine Love. Says it all, doesn’t it?

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Cause and Effect: Varginha UFO Incident

January 20, 1996 (1:00 am and 3:30 pm)

I’d never tried this before: two charts for the same area and day, different times. I wasn’t sure what I’d get, so here we are. To have the Ascendant and Jupiter of the earlier chart form a Yod pointing at the Ascendant of the second chart augments the point made by the Jupiter Inconjunct Ascendant of my earlier post. The town would never be the same.


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South America’s Version of Roswell

Varginha, Brazil UFO Incident (January 20, 1996)

I would never have known about this event if I hadn’t been prompted to view a YouTube video preview of a documentary that will be coming out in October.

And if you want to read up about this incident, read about it here.

That, my friends, is one hell of a stellium in Capricorn. And the close conjunction between that stellium and Uranus @ 0° Aquarius lends an eerie quality to the proceedings.

These are the three teenagers (at the time) who came across an alien in a parking lot later that same day.

By this time, the Moon had shifted to Aquarius and was conjunct Uranus. However, this chart has an inconjunct…

Jupiter Inconjunct Ascendant

With this aspect, you may discover that in order to grow and get ahead in life, you will have to put aside your own needs and do whatever the situation or other people require. At times you will go through tremendous and possibly painful creative changes in your life, in which everything that you are is replaced by a new order. Your environment may change radically, or you may lose all your old friends and find a whole set of new ones. During these times you will arrive at new understandings and realizations that make it impossible for your life to continue as before. You must always be open to other ideas and be willing to change your outlook on life.

(I think this is true for the whole town of Varginha, as it did with Roswell almost 50 years before.)

But Is It Real?

See for yourself…

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When Does Routine Turn Boring?


The circular life

I’m not sure what exactly happened yesterday (and no, I did not check it out astrologically) but I suddenly found myself bored. It might have been the letdown from finishing yesterday’s post after so looking forward to reading the book I reviewed, or it might have been eating a protein bar for the first time in years. Whatever it was prompted my wife to ask me if the thought of dying was on my mind.

Enough said, I think…

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His Last Novel, Published Posthumously

Silverview (2021)

The fact that I didn’t know this one existed until a whole year later means that, since John le Carré’s death in 2020, the publicity machine must have abated somewhat. I read it in one day, all 215 pages.

Evidently, this novel was written before “A Delicate Truth” which implies that it was based in or about 2010. That would work since the storyline focuses on the Bosnian War and the fallout from it, 20 years later. There is one passage that made me go, “Huh?”

‘Being a spare wheel at Training Section, basically,’ Proctor confessed. ‘Main job: putting together sanitised case histories as teaching tools for new entrants. Under the general heading of “Agent Handling in the Field”. Partly to be used as lecture material, and partly for mock exercises.’

Page 88

The reason for my surprise is that this passage presaged his last book “Agent Running in the Field”. The ambiguity of the title was noted then, and this quote confirms my thinking.

Most of the critics of this ‘latest’ book seem surprised that the ending should be so succinct, and supposedly incomplete. Where have they been all this time? Most of this author’s novels end like that. Very few of them have ‘happily ever after’ feel-good endings. And some are so cut off, that over the years I decided that he must hate coming to the end of a novel, so he just has done with it, ‘just like that.’

Anyway, I refuse to echo their sentiments, since, as always, le Carré has such a good ear for dialogue that I am always intrigued by his use of mimicry. I even ‘saw’ in my mind’s eye that the character of Edward Avon (aka Florian) was based on Ian McKellen.

Under fluorescent lights lay a dozen empty tables covered in red plastic gingham. He chose one and cautiously extracted the menu from a cluster of cruets and sauce bottles. The babble of a foreign news announcer issued through the open kitchen door. A crash and a shuffle of heavy feet from behind him informed him of the advent of another guest. Glancing at the wall mirror, he was guardedly amused to recognise the egregious person of Mr Edward Avon, his importunate but engaging customer of the previous evening, if a customer who had bought nothing

Though he had yet to see his face – Avon, with his air of perpetual motion, being far too preoccupied with hanging up his broad-brimmed Homburg hat and adjusting his dripping fawn raincoat over the back of a chair – there was no mistaking the rebellious mop of white hair or the unexpectedly delicate fingers as, with a defiant flourish, they extracted a folded copy of the Guardian newspaper from the recesses of the raincoat and flattened it on the table before him.

Pages 9-10

So, the question remain: why did le Carré not have this one published, until after his death? His son, Nick Cornwell, explains in the Afterword:

But Silverview does something that no other le Carré novel ever has. It shows a service fragmented: filled with its own political factions, not always kind to those it should cherish, not always very effective or alert, and ultimately not sure, any more, that it can justify itself. In Silverview, the spies of Britain have, like many of us, lost their certainty about what the country means, and who we are to ourselves. As with Karla in Smiley’s People, so here with our own side: it is the humanity of the service that isn’t up to the task — and that begins to ask whether the task is worth the cost.

I think he couldn’t quite bring himself to say that out loud. I think, knowingly or not, he choked on being the bearer of these truths to – of – from – the institution that gave him a home when he was a lost dog without a collar in the middle of the twentieth century. I think he wrote a wonderful book, but, when he looked at it, he found it cut too close to the bone, and the more he worked on it, the more he refined it, the plainer that became — and here we are.

Pages 214-215

Yes, here we are. And even the Americans are beginning to doubt their Secret Services, their FBI and their CIA. As always, the truth will out.

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Please, Mister, Please, Don’t Play…


I know: I have a twisted sense of humour. The original lyrics for the song do not support this image…

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else’s songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
‘Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again

Please Mr. please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song but it’s over
Please Mr. please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you’re far away, you’ve been so close to me
I could swear I’d be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I’d better get myself together
‘Cause when you left, you didn’t leave too much behind
Just a note that said, “I’m sorry” by your picture
And a song that’s weighing heavy on my mind

Please Mr. please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song but it’s over
Please Mr. please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again

Please Mr. Please (Olivia Newton-John)

(All images courtesy of Pinterest.)

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Yesterday in History XX

Construction Begins on the Berlin Wall (August 13, 1961)

Beginning at midnight on the 13th August 1961, East German police and army began to close the border with West Berlin.

This was a very big deal then. It would, of course, exist for about 30 years, separating East and West Berlin. Not so much Iron Curtain as stone blocks.

I wasn’t expecting anything so clear cut as that Yod pointing at Saturn in Capricorn (double control). The inconjuncts were from Uranus in Leo (sudden action) and the Ascendant in Gemini (exact timing).

Saturn Inconjunct Uranus

This aspect indicates a serious tension in your life between freedom and restriction. Many people have this conflict, but in your case the tensions may be so severe that you express them physically as muscles tension and possibly nervousness. You feel that somehow you must keep everything in your life under tight control, that if you let go, the whole structure will fall apart.

Saturn Inconjunct Ascendant

With this aspect you probably have a rather serious attitude toward life and other people. It may be quite difficult for you to simply go out and have a good time. You want to be serious and to spend all your time performing significant works. This attitude may have developed because you were discouraged from enjoying yourself when you were younger. You may have been made to feel that only work is important, that play serves no useful purpose.

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Yesterday in History XIX

Salman Rushdie Attacked (August 12, 2022)

Image courtesy of AP

Salman Rushdie, the author whose writing led to death threats from Iran in the 1980s, was attacked and apparently stabbed in the neck Friday by a man who rushed the stage as he was about to give a lecture in western New York.

National Post

This is not a nice thing to have happened, but I suppose it was an event that was bound to happen sometime. Salman Rushdie is a man who has been living under a death threat ever since he wrote “The Satanic Verses”.

The timing comes a few hours after the Sturgeon Full Moon in Aquarius reached its opposition to the Sun in Leo. That dynamic seems to represent the culmination of that long-standing conflict between the Iranian leadership and this author. Saturn = Satan, remember? With the T-squares pointing to the Mars/Uranus/North Node conjunction in Taurus, this could prove to be fatal.

Because Rushdie was born under a Gemini New Moon, this event pits Pluto inconjunct to his natal Sun/Moon conjunction. I’m sure other astrologers will see the significance of a transiting Mars passing his natal Mars. He who lives by the (s)word, dies by the sword…

Best wishes, Mr. Rushdie.

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