Crystalline astrology tubes

In the day to day and moment to moment reality, you are simply a hyper-intelligent mammal on the planet earth. The stars must undergo a distillation through your crystalline glass mind tubes— despite their vastness, compared to our tiny bodies.

Astral dream

What I remember seeing was a green ray shooting from Earth out past various jumping-off stations (other planets) - since Uranus seems to be so far away, from a human perspect (which is what I am) indeed, you WOULD need some jumping off stations... and then all the way to Uranus, and from there the rays making a hyperspeed leap to the constellation Aquarius or its main star which had a sort of galactic-cerebrum sentient essence... 

Anyways I interpret this as there being cosmic nodes upon which astrological gravity waves must travel in order to imbue the individual with its chi-power....... the pathways which star energy travel and, apparently according to my dream since it began from earth, pathways which originate in both directions receiving and transmitting. And the planets and the ether and the spacevoid medium and so on are the nodal stations, electrically........ But what is also plausible is that the constellations act like tectonic plates in the cosmos and thus they underlie our sun's body, shifting around and reorienting the helioseismic dynamics.

Something like that. It was a fun dream. 

Birth chart as a nondeterminant magnet anchored in continual unfolding of astrological time

Where in fact does the unconscious derive, and how is this more astrological than our conscious mind: this I don't know. However, one uses the birth chart, enmeshed within the Univseral Birth Clock of the current astrological chart, as a source of relative magnetism, towards this or that existential drive and locus of the psyche.

Astrological classifications

There is a deeper identity beyond Sun signs, and I figure that you can 'calculate' the elements combining in your soul womb - i.e. one must take one's Moon and Sun signs and figure out what they mean. Now of course there are 4 elements, 12 signs, and so 3 of each (3x4=12). Water and Fire; Air and Earth; but each sign is its own essence, in its family of elements: and once one figures this as a Sun-Moon pot, one can determine one's sub-elemental goo as I like to call it.

There are 144 distinct Sun-Moon combinations. These can be further categorized into water-fire, air-fire, earth-water, etc groupings, as well as mutable-mutable, etc groupings. Each of these groupings form a subelemental goo which are more specific than saying "I'm a Virgo" or "I'm a fire sign": if we presume a Gemini Sun and a Libra Moon for instance was a specific element which formed its own identity, and might call it a Geminibra or somesuch, or assign it a specific color, say vermilion, then we might counterpose this new expanded form of astrological identification to undermine the general state of pop astrology as being surface level and based on Sun signs.

LA MOON!

Oh how wonderful to gaze upon the moon and always I am baffled that more people do not gaze upon the moon as the very special thing it is, a giant landscape floating in space. In a sense the moon is a gigantic spherical mountain in orbit around Earth, and though the only way to bridge it (on the material plane at least, my dear Charles) is by rocketing across a vast inhuman void, the idea that it constitutes an 'eighth continent' when one considers the earth-moon pair a single planetary system, to me at least, bears some truth.

Whichever way you choose to classify it, it is a fact that the moon is a landscape, one which too many people take for granted. I am sincerely amazed at how little people seem to regard the moon. I have tried various mental experiments which would help me perceive the moon with a more sublime experience, and though this experience of the sublime depends on concentration, it is a true joy to see the moon in all its glory: as a massive pearl circling our sky. I am actually quite frustrated that people do not see the absolute beauty in this. Of course everything can become consumed by banality, the most wonderful things being human has to offer, but at least the Moon is astronomical in its portions. And moreover the moon is not only a celestial mountain, but its perch in the cosmic atmosphere, with the waxing and waning in its monthly cycle, endows us with the impression that it is somehow alive, a divine being undergoing endless metamorphosis. There are crescent moons, full moons, day moons, early morning moons, Venus- or Jupiter- or Mars- or Saturn or Mercury-studded moons, blood moons, eclipse moons, dead moons, summer moons, spring moons, blue moons, and so on.

SHAME ON YOU, HUMANITY! HONOR THE MOON MOTHER!

Spirit

Do supernatural ideas have some "REALITY" kernel within them, despite the sterilization brought by modern, technologically-induced closure of psychic horizons? What if Nature has a spirit and it is the harmful legacy of industrial civilization that it has drained this spirit of its main force, even though nature still lives smothered underneath the material and psychic layers of civilization? There could very well be a greater Being we are part of, the soul of what once was our sacred garden of Earth. All life derives from the Earth and the Sun, are we too fragmented within our selfmade realities to realize this abiding and unitary life force?

Planetary and light distillations

The diamond star lights stream down and pour into the mind. Forsooth, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and even old Pluto— all lights that come down to kiss our souls. But what is light, is it mere photons streaming into the pupils? Yet the fact that blue, white, red, yellow, purple, green and rose exist phenomenologically. One must remember that each planet has a certain discharge, a certain Solar System nodule upon which we are aligned to from our own node in the organism. What am I talking about again? I need a drink.

Science's truth in a world of alienation

Science has only existed amongst a city of slaves. The Aristotelian ivory tower, despite the sincere curiosity and efforts of many true scientists, is a caged bird, in a world full of mud-splattered beasts striving below.