All right! I’ve been pondering this for as many years as I’ve known about it, and it has finally dawned on me: 215 (the title on the spine of the book that my second wife, Suzann, saw in her ‘dream’ 36 years ago).
I’m suggesting that there are several meanings to those digits, these are the most obvious:
Two (binary number system);
One (singularity);
Five (the Goddess).
(As is “the two became one with the Goddess…”)
But what does it mean to me?
Because Whitley Strieber had a similar ‘library’ event, he saw a book slightly pulled out from the rest, and noted that the title was “You Can’t Go Home Again.” That was a subconscious message, he thought.
And I have always wondered why the acrostic I wrote for “Balancing Book” (the poem in which I documented her dream in sonnet form) was Librarian Libra since neither of us were Librans. A couple of days ago, I did the chart for our wedding, and that turned out to have an Ascendant of Libra Rising…
But I always presumed the Librarian part was (just) my being clever by half. (And, yes, I recognize that I was making a suggestion based on the setting being a library.)
But, that was never satisfying enough for my mental processes: it just had to be more…
So I looked up what the numbers mean in Wikipedia.
Coming up to the second time this year that Pluto transits my natal Mercury (this time in retrograde), I have been going over old territory in the hopes of discovering links that I may have missed the first time around. This is another one.
My second wife, Suzann, had an ‘interesting’ dream on the 8th of July in 1984. She may have had an out of body experience, or been in contact with denizens of another dimension, but the overwhelming feeling I get about it is that the information was told to her, but intended for me.
So, a couple of things stand out for me with this chart: The Ascendant is almost 16 degrees Leo, Pluto is in the final degree of Libra and opposite the Midheaven @ 0 degrees Taurus. By itself, the story is somewhat clear, but the event needs perspective.
Now that’s more like it!
The Yod (formed by my natal Jupiter and Ascendant) is pointing to the ‘event’ Sun. That’s a good thing. And the ‘event’ Ascendant is conjunct my ‘natal’ Pluto. At the same time, the ‘event’ Mars is conjunct my ‘natal’ Moon: the inevitable breakup of our home.
Do you see how Astrology helps me make sense of life?
“Here comes the sun, here comes the son, and I say, ‘It’s all right…'” (George Harrison)
Hiding in plain sight? No, not exactly. If you want to garner attention for your group, just tell the world that you have a secret, and watch as they beat a path to your door.
But what if your secret goes against the Church and the State, at the same time? Now you’re in a very delicate situation which requires the utmost finesse possible when you walk the tightrope between them. One slip and your group could be for the ‘chop’.
It is obvious to me that in a past life I have belonged to a secret fraternity. So what?
My life, in the present time, has supposedly nothing to do with that past life, and yet, somehow, I think it does. My ability to see below the surface of things, for example.
You might think I’m just being paranoid: I see myself as a sensible skeptic.
Their Secret
Gnostics have spent almost their entire lives being aware that there are two ‘rulers’ in this world: the Creator and the Demiurge. It is a binary world, after all.
Our usual perspective is to recognize the things that divide us: good/bad; male/female; black/white; up/down; rich/poor; smart/dumb (do I need to go on?)
But what if the way to overcome these divisions is to perceive ALL as One?
The “Third” Way is a tightrope walk between the two sides: it is the equivalent to being Independent. No right way, no wrong way; no right side, no left side. BOTH together!
“Abulafia interpreted Theosophical Kabbalah’s Sephirot Divine attributes, not as supernal hypostases which he opposed, but in psychological terms. Instead of influencing harmony in the divine real by theurgy, his meditative scheme aimed for mystical union with God, drawing down prophetic influx on the individual. He saw this meditation using Divine Names as a superior form of Kabbalistic ancient tradition.” (Wikipedia)
Don’t you just love it when several divergent lines of thought come together?
For weeks now, I’ve been skirting the edges of this knowledge, without making the conscious connection. It all started when I began reading David Wilcock’s book “Awakening in the Dream” after I bought it in Kindle format on June 2nd. The Law of One figures strongly in his personal story. From there, I back-tracked through the “Edgar Cayce Reincarnated?” book, finally returning to an old favourite, “Edgar Cayce On Atlantis”. So far, so good.
So what made me make a cosmic leap? The little known information that before the emigrating Atlanteans landed in Egypt, they visited the Pyrenees. OK. That got my attention…
Now, “The Holy Place” by Henry Lincoln is the best book I have read on the Cathar/Knights Templar ‘temple of the goddess’. (See above image.)
Isis and Osiris
In one of my previous posts, I’ve highlighted that the initials of Seth, Isis, Osiris and Nephtys spell SION. This means that Moses and the tribes of Israel ‘borrowed’ that name from the Egyptians.
All through my writing about Jesus’ birth chart, I kept referring back to the idea that his life and relationship with Mary Magdalene was an echo of Osiris and Isis. Such is the Gnostic understanding that balance is required for the return to Heaven, a state of mind, not a place in space. The god and goddess reunited brings about this rebirth, this new child, Horus.
You Cannot Be Sirius!
Remember Sirius? We mustn’t forget the Space Brothers (of which Ra is a prime component). Modern day extraterrestrials are supposed to originate there, or somewhere near there. These “Watchers” also bring us back to David Wilcock.
Maybe it’s too much of a stretch for some of you, but we are not alone, and if we recognize some within our midst (one being David Wilcock), we could start listening to their collective voice of knowledge and wisdom, just like in the ‘time before time’.
At the moment I’m completely immersed in all things related to David Wilcock. I’ve just finished reading his book “Awakening in the Dream”. In the last few sections of the book, he finally tackled the issues he has about being the return of Edgar Cayce.
You’d think, if you were David, that you’d be pleased to be the continuation of such a special individual. But he isn’t. He wants to stand on his own two feet. He wants to be his own man.
So, I revisited the book that started it all, “The Reincarnation of Edgar Cayce?” Chapter 3 is titled, ‘Bainbridge, Cayce, Wilcock: Common Soul, Separate Bodies’. Doesn’t that say it all?
This chapter and the next continue to introduce David Wilcock and to compare his manifestation with that of Cayce’s. We will see how his present persona could be the next step in the evolution of his prior two lifetimes as the alcoholic womanizer and “wastrel” John Bainbridge and the “seer out of season” Edgar Cayce. Wilcock is certainly not hiding out, waiting for the world to recognize and celebrate him as Cayce. He’s cutting his own path and gaining growing recognition for his accomplishments.
Free, Wynn; Wilcock, David. The Reincarnation of Edgar Cayce?: Interdimensional Communication and Global Transformation (p. 33). North Atlantic Books. Kindle Edition.
Why Have We All Come Back?
Back in the mists of time, before our modern memory, we were on Atlantis. There were two sides in conflict over their use of atomic energy: the children of the Law of One; and the sons of Belial. This fight for the hearts and souls of mankind is still going on.
Nuclear power is the reason. Do we want to truly move into the Age of Aquarius with atomic energy used in peaceful applications? Or do we want to blow the planet up, thereby ending the Age of Pisces with a bang?
The choice doesn’t really seem to be in our hands.
When I was a child in the late 50’s, early 60’s, I was angry at the potential of being obliterated by a nuclear warhead before I’d even had a chance to grow up. Yes, I was angry. Now, here I am at the other end of my life, wondering if anything can save us from that same fate.
Fusion Not Fission
What alerted me to this difference was a Netflix program called “History 101”. Last night, I watched Episode 8: Nuclear Power. In it the producers pointed out the risks that we take using fission: accidents, like Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, Fukushima; nuclear waste being dumped into our oceans; and the potential for radiation poisoning of our own species, and every other one.
Fusion, they explained, was more like the Sun, and at least 4 times more powerful than fission, but without the waste products. Too good to be true? Maybe.
And yet, even though it is known that this would be the seemingly safer way to produce nuclear energy, the ‘powers-that-be’ are still building nuclear fission reactors.
We Are at a Crossroad
We could be heading in the same direction that the Atlanteans found themselves in.
Use of this Fire is extremely dangerous. But we think we are gods, able to scientifically ‘control’ nature and harness it for our own purposes. But what if we unleash the beast instead and the whole experiment of humanity on Planet Earth needs to be terminated?
As I always say, “Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.”
I was contemplating life, as you do, upon waking up this morning. I’d just had another one of those dreams where you know you’re in a dream and you know you shouldn’t be doing the things you’re doing, but you do them anyway. (Too cryptic?)
As an old friend once said when I recounted a fantasy dream to her, “It’s not real, and it never happened.” And that is how most people would respond. But to me they are real.
Two days ago, I had been amending an old post from five years ago, updating the photos (since the links to my originals were no longer available from another website) and I looked at my wedding pictures there. A funny feeling overcame me. I’m not sure how to describe it. Nostalgia, maybe?
Anyway, the title of this post presented itself to me this morning, in response to that feeling. It was suggested that perhaps I should look at my three weddings astrologically.
So, without further ado…
February 14, 1970 in Angus, Ontario
July 15, 1978 in Vancouver, British Columbia
May 1, 2010 in Penetang, Ontario
Now, what am I to make of these charts? The first and third ones have two inconjuncts each, the middle chart has none. At first glance, I would suggest that ‘something’ is going on, but do I want to look that far into what that something is?
Now Let’s Add My Chart to the Mix
Now there are more inconjuncts, and one Yod pointing at the Wedding One’s Mars (and featuring my natal Moon and natal Saturn [Mom and Dad]). OK, that makes sense.
This one has a powerful Yod pointing at my natal Sun, featuring Wedding Two’s Sun/Jupiter conjunct and Mars, and a reciprocal Yod pointing at the W2’s Jupiter, from my natal Sun and natal Ascendant. (Hint: this marriage allowed for my world travels.)
Now the inconjuncts only focus on Wedding Three’s Sun and my natal Mars/Midheaven conjunction. But look at the balance. It’s like I’m being held in place by cosmic forces.
The Most Significant Death in My Life
When Mom died, I was prepared for her passing. However, I was also 7,500 km away, which meant that for the second time that spring (2003) I had to fly back to Canada.
There are so many significant aspects between these two charts, I could overwhelm you, the reader. First of all, notice how the inconjuncts again point from my natal Mars/Midhaven conjunction but this time toward the ‘event’ Mercury. And the other inconjunct links the ‘event’ Sun with my Ascendant, which is conjunct the event’s Midheaven/Pluto conjunction. (I have forgotten my mother’s exact time of passing, so the Ascendant and Midheaven positions may not be exact, but close enough for jazz.)
That said, I think it is significant also that Mom’s passing moment has the planet Uranus conjunct the Ascendant. Mom and I were both Aquarius.
Conclusion
I leave it to those of you with an astrological frame of mind to come to your own conclusions. To say that women are important to my life is an understatement.
The speech happened last night in Tulsa. The crowd was smaller than Trump had hoped for and there were anti-racist protests outside. Not a great start to his 2020 presidential campaign.
But then in the middle of the speech, Trump suggested that they stop testing for COVID-19 because every time they do any testing, more and more people end up with a positive diagnosis.
WHAT?!
Now, in Canada, and especially in the province of Ontario, we were encouraged at the beginning of June to get tested, because it is considered better to know how wide-spread COVID-19 really is, rather than assuming that everything is alright.
Naturally, if the province is testing 25,000 people a day, there will be higher numbers of people with the novel coronavirus than previously (when only those with symptoms where allowed the test). But this way asymptomatic individuals can be made to quarantine for the duration.
Trump’s remark shows that he understands the dynamics of the situation, but he just wants it to go away, so he can concentrate on winning the election in November. And if that means ignoring (and/or under-reporting), so be it. Who cares if more people die?
