Lots of life

He had a glimmer in his eye as he turned to his wife. She smiled, a star twinkled in heaven and at that very same moment a tiny soul sat before the three Fates, contemplating a human existence.

We know this to be true, because a man by the name of Er, had a life-after-death experience and came back to tell us.  He learned how we come to be who we are and live the lives that we live; have the experiences we do and choose the paths that we take. According to him it seems to be pretty much predetermined, how things turn out.  He spoke of the Fates at length.

Taking notes at the feet of Socrates, Plato scribbled madly as the master of Western philosophy shared the oral history of humankind.

For us, the setting is the birthplace of Western philosophy, of Middle Earth, quite literally the Mediterranean. Our belief system is that our planet, the Earth is the centre of the universe and the heavens, the cradle of humanity.  This is a time when the mysteries of astronomy and astrology are one.  It is roughly four hundred years before the birth of Christ.

We head up the page for our story of The Myth of Er.

Once upon a time in the heavens far, far above Mother Earth, in a place where the Fates hold influence in the scheme of things, a tiny being lay in the Lap of the Gods, bedazzled by the crystalline structure of eight spinning crystal bowls, each nested inside each other. Eight planets, eight bowls in the universe, the nest of creation.

Occasionally a hand reaches forth and spins one bowl so it travels a little faster than the others. Each is tuned to a different note in the musical scale and each note is a constant pitch.  Each planet has its unique tone.

Three figures, the daughters of Necessity are the tiny being’s companions. The Fates’ names were and still are, Lachesis, Clotho and Atropos. Dressed alike in soft, luminous robes, with garlands of meadow flowers woven into their hair beneath their turbans, Necessity’s daughters sing their lilting melodies, the notes swirling in and out of the nested bowls. Lachesis sings of things past, Clotho of things present and Atropos of things to come.  Our tiny being is swept up in their melodies.

Lachesis reaches into a bowl and takes a handful of what look like dice, gently tosses them in her hands before spilling the sparkling coloured cubes onto the rainbow rug before the tiny soul. These dice are lots to be chosen, lots which reveal patterns of lives to be lived for an incarnation as a mortal soul.

Hear the word of Lachesis, the daughter of Necessity. Mortal souls, behold a new cycle of life and mortality. Your genius will not be allotted to you, but you will choose your genius; and let those who draw the first lot, have the first choice and the life, which they choose, shall be their destiny. Virtue is free, and as a human honours or dishonours Virtue they will have more or less of her; the responsibility is with the chooser—God is justified.

Looking closely at the lottery of life, which lay ahead, our tiny being saw that some lots indicated a life of riches, some of poverty, pride, or shame. Others were of persons famed for their good looks, athletic abilities, of pride or arrogance.

There were lots with little to offer or much to be had, spiritual lives, material lives, short lives, long lives, healthy lives or absolute misery. There were male lots and female lots, so much to choose from.  At a loss as to which to pick as all the colours sparkled and beckoned, our tiny being sits quietly until inspiration comes. With eyes shut tightly, a tiny hand reaches forward, selects one lot for gender and one lot for a life.

Opening the tiny fists Fate reveals the left-handed path a female and the right-hand path a beneficial life for others, both destined to perform at Hecate’s bidding.

A soul must take with them into the world below, an adamantine faith in truth and right, that there too they may be un-dazzled by the desire of wealth or the other allurements of evil, lest coming upon tyrannies and similar villainies, they do irremediable wrongs to others and suffer yet worse themselves; but let them know how to choose the mean and avoid the extremes on either side, as far as possible, not only in this life but in all that, which is to come. For this is the way of happiness.

Clotho sits at her spindle, spinning the linen thread of life, until it reaches the length determined by the lot our tiny soul has drawn from the gift of Lachesis.  The thread is spun and cut by Atropos according to the lot chosen.

 Meanwhile an innate guardian spirit steps forward at the behest of the Fates; steps forward to join the tiny being on the rainbow blanket of the heavens.  Under the watchful eyes of the Triple Goddess, the two are bound together at the wrist by the thread of life.  Our tiny female soul is united with her innate guardian, a lifetime’s spiritual companion. With their bond ratified by the Fates, the music of the spheres rocks the cradle of life – the pair now irrevocably joined.  Our tiny girl will never walk alone.

With the ritual complete, the pair make attendance before Necessity, mother of the Triple Goddess, the three Fates. Necessity leans forward and with her finger outstretched, presses the upper lip of the tiny soul, sealing past memories. This is the last ceremony before the Mother.  It is called ‘The Forgetting’.

Before our female soul and guardian spirit have time to realise that all is complete, they are thrust forward into the River of Life, the beginning of their journey. Tossed this way and that, across time and space, testing their bond; the thread of life which some call a silver cord unites them as they tumble onto the plane of humanity.  Destiny has timed perfectly to connect with a baby child, conceived by an act of love between two mortals.  It is 1 July, 1968.  Allison has arrived.

The room is filled to overflowing with the scent of flowers. Every available surface is taken up with floral arrangements. Balloons are tied to the bed-head, the bedside lamp and even the door handle, all adorned with bows anchoring the joy of a second daughter to a loving couple.  One balloon escapes, plumping against the ceiling as the air swirls up from the fan. Helium filled, coloured pink; bold writing in silver announcing the arrival of a baby girl.

As she lifts her eyes from the bundle of joy swaddled in pink, a heady scent takes charge. Misty-eyed, our mother gently presses the indentation just above the baby’s upper lip and murmurs, almost to herself,  ‘Thank you Juno for our younger daughter, Allison June’.

The baby has thick blonde tresses, eyes that reflect the sky, a peaches and cream complexion and rosy cheeks. She is so beautiful and good-natured; a joy to the world.

The astrology chart for Allison June is cast before us now. It reveals a rather complex child one who would grow into a beautiful young woman; one who would hold a block of chocolate in one hand and a diet book in the other, enjoying the humour of the irony.  She wasn’t to lack for parental love, learning her social skills beside her sister and brother.

The chart reveals much more as well – that of her character and good nature, her innate ability to slip into dreamland, but then we would expect the chart to reveal this as it was cast at the time of her birth, the time when she entered the Earth plane. This was the lot that she had drawn. What her destiny held, what the Fates were yet to reveal, was all ahead of her.

Press your index finger to the indentation above your top lip and see if you can catch just a tiny flash of memory before ‘the forgetting’ clicks in.  Bend time, if you can.

Down and dirty

With this erotically charged Moon, her nightdress shimmers in the last vestiges of the waning cycle. It is just two nights before she is to restore herself and renew the waxing of his glory.  The New Moon awaits.  What went wrong with this scenario?

The Moon Goddess was distracted on 19 April, 2012.  She was quindecile Saturn. Obsessed by the Time Lord, she tilted her windmill and sent Pluto offside. Hell’s sulphuric odour indicates that something’s ‘on the nose’. Things were definitely askew in the heavens on this night.

Kore could feel the Mars energy propelling her towards destiny, even as she innocently frolicked in the fields of her family’s estate. Her mother Demeter and Aunt Athene were busy taking tea.

Meanwhile, Venus was feeling unloved. She sat filing her nails as Mars’ energy was focused elsewhere.  She felt her power of seduction had lost its appeal and looked around for a distraction to allay any possible fears in that regard.

The planets were in alignment for her it seems, or so she thought, as the God Pluto entered her line of sight.  This was a rare occurrence indeed, as Pluto’s realm was usually the Underworld and the flames of Hell – far removed from the celestial light of Mount Olympus.  Assuming that she was the object of his desire, Venus was extremely put-out when Pluto didn’t even give her a glance.  She must be slipping. Could Pluto be oblivious to her sexual appeal?

Our Love Goddess mused for a few moments before coming to the realisation that it wasn’t just Pluto. No one had been paying her much attention of late.  This just would not do, so she whistled up her son Cupid to gather his quiver and arrows. There was work to be done.

Venus’ intent may have been to bring desire back onto the agenda when she instructed Cupid to do her bidding, however shooting an arrow straight into the God’s heart was not the best choice Venus might have made.  She could have had a tad more consideration for the consequences, as it turned out.

Not only was it a bad choice, it was also poor timing for our Goddess Venus, as Pluto was not heading towards her when the arrow struck home.  Wounded in the heart, the son of Saturn momentarily lost control of his steeds, his chariot veered out into the fields and his sight fell upon Kore, our innocent maiden.

Love at first sight…

Smitten, Pluto (remember he is also known as Hades) swooped and stole the maiden, so swiftly that no one heard her cry. It mattered not to him that she was an innocent. Cupid’s arrow had done its job.

Hades stole Kore away to the Underworld, to Hell and there she remained in bondage until he made her his bride, renaming her Persephone, Queen of the Underworld.

Kore’s mother, foiled by the change of name, spent many long years grieving for her much loved daughter. The Earth suffered many, many seasons of drought and famine  before Demeter was to discover where her daughter was imprisoned.

Venus has a lot to answer for, in the realm of the gods.

When we refer to the astrology wheel of 11.55pm on 19 April, 2012, it is no surprise when we see the planet Venus is peregrine / un-aspected by any planets. She has wandered aimlessly in the heavens and certainly got into trouble that night.

Looking further into the unknown, we turn our attention to the astrological perspective, another realm of Pluto’s. In the heavens, the Moon square Pluto creates an environment where an evening could be truly, madly and deeply romantic, however the emotional fragility could also easily freeze-over in an instant if someone tries to dominate, manipulate or control the other. The Moon square Pluto is extremely sensitive to seething undercurrents in a domestic situation.

With a childhood history such as a Saturn retrograde, where a boy learned to bury these feelings, the environment is such that the man could explode volcano-like with an excess of childish emotions.  The tension generated by the square in this Hades Moon is fraught with danger and an individual could feel compelled to purge their long suppressed rage and emotions.

This purge could bring an individual an overwhelming jouissance, a sense of power, which would result in what only they could perceive, as a successful outcome.

How this purge is expressed is the question here.  I am certain there wasn’t a paintbrush and easel at hand for a creative therapeutic outcome. I wonder, did the bondage of the realm of Hades appeal?

Looking heavenwards, we also see that the Moon is quindecile Saturn (retrograde) in real-time, which can only reveal a compulsive, obsessive, totally out of control need to be in charge of the situation, to be Numero Uno. A mirror perhaps of a boy-child’s own Saturn retrograde experience.

The memories of that childhood frustration would be flooding into his mind and this is further compounded by the Sun backing up the Moon – both wants and needs focussed on Father Time.  This has got to be a double-edged sword, a double whammy if this childhood emotional wound has not been addressed.

The pressure cooker is building with the volcanic plug in danger of blowing.

Further afield Mars is opposite Neptune, which possibly indicates that sexual inadequacy fears also may come into the picture.  With all this rage going on, we would not be the least bit surprised if sexual tensions were being expressed as well. The frustration would be unbearable.

Mars is square the nodes and we know what that indicates on this occasion – mother is not there for the boy-child.

Not wanting to make matters worse, I am compelled to keep my eyes heavenwards and note that Jupiter is quindecile the midheaven.  Yet another obsessive, compulsive agenda is at hand.

When we see/hear Jupiter in this situation, this is nothing less than a reward being demanded – “I deserve this reward.  I must have it and it must be very, very big. Only the very best will do.”  There is a need for reward far greater than any realistic expectation (it’s a quindecile remember).  This could also be interpreted as a release of sexual energy in order to break the tension.

This is not going to eventuate given the Sun has the last word. The Sun is at the lowest point in the wheel at the Nadir and in opposition to this Jupiter quindecile.  There is no way this man is going to be rewarded, not by anyone outside of himself nor by himself.

The Sun is opposite Saturn retrograde.

He must explode or he will implode.

Saturn, as the grim reaper has entered the room. Metaphorically, Death is to be his companion, however coward that he is, he kills ‘the other’ instead of taking his own life by exiting stage left..

To hell and back

Astrologically, the experience of putting everything into perspective, a Pluto event can be exactly that, going to hell and back.  Once encountered, you can guarantee that you will not escape unscathed or that things will ever be the same again.  In our case the accused has gone to hell and the victim is, sure as hell, not coming back.

Astronomers in their naïve wisdom, downgraded Pluto in 2006 to a dwarf planet, however they can never downgrade the impact of the vocabulary we have, as a result of Pluto.

Plutonium:  the chemical element of atomic number 94, a dense silvery radioactive metal of the actinide series, used as a fuel in nuclear reactors and as an explosive in nuclear fission weapons. Plutonium only occurs in trace amounts in nature but is manufactured in nuclear reactors from uranium-238.

We know that the power of plutonium ended World War II with plutonium as the main ingredient at the heart of the atom bomb; that the race to create the first A-bomb was a power struggle between the economic giants.  We can never forget how the contribution of the A-bomb ended the War in the Pacific. Power brought peace at a high price. It took lives to save lives.

In mythology, Pluto is the Roman equivalent of the Greek God of the Underworld – Hades, as in ‘hell’.

Astrologically Pluto  is represented by power, not the power of control but power as in all-powerful. What else do we have in our lives, which is all-powerful?

The basis of power to most of us is how much money we have, or how much money someone else has, is it not?   Let me share a story about Pluto and the lovely lucre, money.

Pluto is currently orbiting in the heavens as I write, in the zodiac sign of Capricorn.  It has been on the cusp of Capricorn since 2008 and will continue to be in Capricorn until 2024.  This is a money story.

The generational planet, Pluto, has an orbital period of 248 Earth years, spending anywhere from 13 to 30 years in any one sign of the zodiac on its journey around the Sun. Two hundred and forty-eight years is far beyond any of our lifetimes to be the topic of general conversation of when Pluto was last in Capricorn, let alone in modern literature.

Apart from the fact that Pluto was not discovered until 1930, I can probably say with confidence, that the lack of information about Pluto cycles is the main reason why, what I am going to share with you here, has not been generally available.

We can all say a collective ‘if only I knew’ at this point.

We all know that the global economic situation is somehow tied in with the gold price and that the economy is a barometer for fluctuations in the price of gold. Financial reports in the mainstream media inevitably quote the current price of gold every day, don’t they?   The sharp rise in the price of gold since 2008 has been a perfect example of Pluto in Capricorn.

I bring up the subject because, if we look at the history of Pluto in Capricorn, much of this cycle has been in the chase for gold, the ultimate power-symbol of a nation’s wealth. We don’t have to go too far back in history to pick up the gold chase or it’s metaphor, plunder. So what happened the last time Pluto was in Capricorn?

Pluto was last in Capricorn from 1762-1778. This was the era of the American and French revolutions, both of which were as a result of economic exploitation. Commodity and gold are always interlinked.  We had the Boston Tea Party episode in North America and how Marie Antoinette of France supposedly told the people that they could all ‘eat cake’ when there was no bread in the larder.  There were more than tea and cakes on the table in both of these revolutions.

In the same era, Britain marched into Canada plundering her bounty and the British explorer Cook planted the Union Jack flag on the soil of Australia and New Zealand; the British East India Company took control of India and the trade route to China. This era was also the peak of the Atlantic slave trade – Africa was plundered of her people.

Even the Industrial Revolution in Britain led to the Scottish economist, Adam Smith publishing his Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations, in 1776. Smith’s body of work laid the foundation for modern day economics.

Come with me as we take one more step back into the history of Pluto in Capricorn and the period 1516-1533.  We have the precious metal as the focus yet again.

Lured by gold, the Spanish invaded Central America. The Aztec, Inca and Mayan empires were decimated as the Spanish plundered vast quantities of gold.  It was this gold shipped back to Europe, which financed the establishment of Spain as one of the most powerful of European empires of the times.

Let’s look at one more era. At the beginning of the Pluto in Capricorn period of 1024-1041, the focus is on economics yet again. The banking industry began in Europe in this era with the storage and safekeeping of gold as a commercial enterprise. This was the beginning of commerce as we know it today. Meanwhile in Asia, in this same period, the Chinese started to use paper money as currency.

And we are told that no-one saw the current global financial crisis coming. Hell’s bells and pickled onions.  Hello?

Anyway back to the task at hand.  In the natal wheel, the birth horoscope of the accused, Gerard Baden-Clay, Pluto was at 26degrees Virgo in the second house, the house of material matters and of course you guessed it, money.

Second house Pluto is about the ‘haves and the have nots’.  People with Pluto in this position equate money with lots of power – a big lesson to learn.  We know that the accused is up to his neck in debt and has been learning about the lack of power over his financial environment.

It has even been suggested that he may have killed his wife to benefit from her insurance policies, which coincidentally are around about the same figure as his debt ~ $1 million.

It doesn’t take too much to see that if we progress his natal Pluto to his I.C. / create the angle to his career, that at about the age of 34 Gerard Baden-Clay decided that power and money, for him, would be in a new career of principal of  a real estate business.

Pluto had reached the cusp of the Fourth house (the home) – selling homes is the business career of a realtor, selling real estate.

According to his bail affidavit as provided by mainstream media “Gerard Baden-Clay started as principal and managing director of Century 21 Westside in 2004 where he remained until his arrest on June 12, 2012.”

Remind me, what was the colour of that jacket he wore?  

Time lords over us

Gerard Baden-Clay may be putting up the argument that caterpillars caused the scratches on his torso and upper body.  Obtaining two medical reports from general practitioners (did one disagree perhaps) to support his argument, is not going to cut it in relation to the deep scratches on his face; the very same scratches, which the local constabulary found suspicious enough to call in homicide detectives on the morning of 20 April, 2012.

The fact that he reported his wife Allison as a missing person didn’t cut it with the Queensland Police Service. They could smell a freshly opened ‘can of worms’. This is Saturn at his best.  Saturn can be relied on to open every can of worms in our lives and put it right under our noses. Everyone around us, who has their olfactory sense working, will get a whiff of it as well.

I refer to Saturn as a male, because yet again, in the realm of mythology, we know that the Roman Saturn (in his Greek form Cronus) castrated his father Uranus and caused his progenitor to fall from grace, spilling his seed – thereby impregnating Gaia.  That is the story of the creation of our planet Earth, according to the ancients.  With that as our ancient history, what hope is there for us mere mortals to live a peaceful existence?  Death gets us all in the end.

What happened to Saturn once Daddy was off the scene?  Well he divvied up the spoils of heaven with his own offspring.  The boys: Jupiter (Zeus) got the heavens; Pluto (Hades) got the underworld; Neptune (Poseidon) got the oceans. The girls: Juno (Hera), Vesta (Hestia) and Ceres (Demeter) all got minor roles (so what’s new, eh girls).  Meanwhile, Saturn (Cronus) kept the time-lord, the Dr Who position for himself.

Cronus and Saturn are both referred to as Father Time and are depicted as having a sickle in their hands.  Have you not ever wondered why the figure of Death – a hooded skeleton with a sickle is depicted that way? He even has the ancient time-piece hanging from his wrist.

That’s Saturn, my friends. That very same sickle, which cut dad out of the scene, is used to harvest the wheat – bring in the harvest. This is why, when there is mention of Saturn, some people murmur under their breath ‘karma’ for we reap what we sow.

If you didn’t already notice, the psychological atmosphere is getting cooler now that we are discussing the planet Saturn.  We’ve left the swirling gas of Jupiter and are now on a planet, which takes some 10,759 Earth days (~29 and a half years) to orbit the Sun; more aloof, yet calculated and methodical, absolutely in control and secure in its position in the solar system.

Now don’t get to thinking we only get to face this hoary old goat every 30-odd years. We’re hardly going to get off that easily and nor is Gerard Baden-Clay. Those worms get pretty smelly every quarter (approx every 7 years), that is on the square aspect and super ‘on the nose’ with a quindecile aspect.

Due to the elliptical orbit of Saturn, we have to allow a bit of give and take with the consistency of exact dates and years when Saturn is at a specific point in the heavens.  Thank heavens for computer software is all I can say.

Let’s walk through Saturn and the accused’s natal chart for a start.  Hmmm it’s looking good: There’s no opposition, no squares, no quindeciles and looks like he’s escaped any massive midpoints as well, at least in his birth wheel.  Lucky boy you might think, but ‘no way Jose’.

There is one rather nasty little critter there – the Rx symbol after the planet = Saturn Rx.  Seems like such a small thing but for those who are born when Saturn was in retrograde (Rx) this is a big deal.  Allow me to explain.

Retrograde (going backwards) refers to an optical illusion when a planet appears to be going backwards. Planets don’t have reverse gear. When the spin of the Earth gets our vantage point out of line with a planet as it is making a turn in its own elliptical orbit, we see the planet projected against the sky as if the planet were moving backwards.

Well you might say that we as adults mostly can’t even make out the planet Saturn in the sky with the naked eye, let alone a child, how can anyone be influenced by such a far off occurence? In my opinion, as tiny instinctive beings our senses are more heightened before we get bombarded by life’s challenges; we can feel atmospheric pressure not only of our environment, but we also pick up on the reactions of the emotional beings around us.  Call it ‘animal instinct’ if you will. We inherit this knowing.

Psychologically, the use of the term ‘going backwards’ alone tells us that something is going against the norm; ‘this can’t be good’ Anxiety is never far from the surface, whether we are little children or under the stress of our day-to-day lives, although as adults we are hopefully more skilled at rationalising our fears.  When we are fearful we instinctively turn to our authoritative model to provide us with security and in the case of a Saturn Rx we turn to the father principle (father time).

This is the rule of thumb in astrology. Not necessarily your thumb or mine, so if you have a problem here re authoritative figures being male or female, I suggest that you suspend your belief system for the sake of the exercise.

The authoritative person in our lives is required to give us reassurance that we are safe. For a child this role is accepted, in most societies, as being the father. If the father is absent for some reason (divorced with no regular access, or works for long periods away from home); is withdrawn emotionally (has a dominant female partner); projects onto the child their own painful shortcomings from their childhood regimen – then things can go awfully pear-shaped in that individual’s life.

Gerard Baden-Clay was born with Saturn Rx, as was his younger brother Adam.  Their sister does not have a Saturn Rx in her birth wheel, which would indicate to me that according to the above, ‘daddy wasn’t there for his sons’ when they needed him.  Every time that Saturn went retrograde during these boys lives this anxiety would be reinforced.

Perhaps in some societies, if you are a man, it is okay to tell your daughter you love her, but not show your emotional vulnerability to your sons. Why is this accepted as okay behaviour?

Do you smell the fear of castration here?  I sure do.  I hope this is not going to turn into a castration complex of bwana’s.  Saturn is trying to do his job.  Someone is not listening…  Maybe the old lion was not prepared to give ground and the young lions were not strong enough to challenge him.

I’ll tell you what you do if that’s the case young man.  Get that scythe out and cut the ties – leave home; move away; start your own ‘pride’ in fresh territory.