Under this Scorpio Full Moon, the psychopaths who call themselves our leaders are puffing themselves up and making themselves important via plans for a new and vicious war attack.
Uranus is the planet of the unexpected, you see. But with the past two Uranus ingresses have come the all-too-reliable unleashing of violence, death, misery, and destruction by the powers-that-be on the people.
With the change in signs of Uranus has come the roll-out of a new version of Hell on Earth:
Uranus in Pisces in 2003. The horrific invasion of Iraq and mass slaughter of Iraquis (either quickly through direct attack or slowly through economic sanctions) under false pretenses.
Uranus in Aries in 2011. The illegal bombing of Libya, murder of Libyans, and assassination of the country's leader. Simultaneously, the Fukushima nuclear disaster in Japan as covert nuclear warfare and the immediate murder of thousands of people with the tsunami.
Uranus in Taurus in 2019. A well-publicized intent by the U.S. of A. to send 120,000 troops to the Middle East with Iran, in particular, in its sights. This is being called "reminiscent of the invasion of Iraq."
The Hell on Earth initiated by the power establishment at each Uranus ingress is experienced most acutely, of course, by whatever poor human beings find themselves in the geographical cross-hairs, living, through no fault of their own, on land pre-destined for the orchestrated horror, pain, and atrocity that benefit the ultra rich, sipping martinis in glass cages in the sky while the profits from their murder machine passively roll in.
This pre-planned, engineered, and orchestrated Hell on Earth is also felt oh-so-acutely by whatever country boys and inner city boys and working class gals were convinced that they were doing a good and honourable thing for their countries by enlisting. They don't yet see the full extent of it, the Hell on Earth that will be rolled out for many of them for the remainder of their days. The post-traumatic stress, the mental illness, the addictions, the impossibility of re-integrating into society, the poverty, the homelessness, the lifelong haunting by what they've seen and what they've done.
But this Hell on Earth does not begin and end with these direct targets, with these lambs being sacrificed without a second thought by the murder machine.
This Hell on Earth has a very long reach. It seeps into every farm, every town, every city, every household, every office building. It seeps into the special occasions and the regular, old days alike.
It seeps into every psyche.
And the epidemics of depression, anxiety, loneliness, and hopelessness deepen. The badness strengthens until even the hyper-scheduled and frantic pace of daily life can't bury it, can't deflect from it, can't create escape from it.
The Hell creeps in, seeps in, sets in, even though most cannot see the roots of it. They cannot see the toxic energetic state of this planet as directly affecting their own well-being in any way.
And I can write about all this, after so many years, in a matter-of-fact sort of way. I can lay out the astrology. I can back up my sentences with applicable research links. I can describe this new roll-out of Hell on Earth in simple, black-and-white words on a screen.
And maybe it even seems a little bloodless, how I foresee all this and then lay it out.
But none of this is bloodless. None of this is without horrendous consequence. None of these words are written without awareness, to the very core of me, of what they really mean.
These are real, precious people who will be hurt while the elite celebrate their missile strikes with champagne. These are people who are loved. People who have families, communities, lives, hopes. People who have favourite foods and favourite music and favourite animals. People who tuck their sweet babies into bed at night. People who sip coffee or tea, who watch the sunrise or sunset, who laugh or cry. These are real people who are going to be hurt by psychopaths erroneously calling themselves our leaders, psychopaths who truly believe that the masses are less than they are, that precious human beings are nothing but collateral damage on their paths to obscene wealth and "greatness."
I know that it's real blood, real pain, real suffering, and I know it's being intentionally brought down by those who feel justified in setting this in motion for their own benefit, to settle their pathetic "pissing matches through the ages." As the bodies pile up, so do their profits. And so does their smug self-satisfaction. They see nothing wrong with this. To them, this is just. This is the natural way of things in their sick and twisted world. This is the way it's been planned all along. This is the way it has always been planned.
Oh, God, please, how do we stop this? How do we stop all of it, the whole thing?
The slaughter and violence brought down on Iraq is still felt today, a decades-long primal scream. So is the slaughter and violence intentionally brought down all around the world.
It doesn't really leave us. It just piles up. Because it's never fully acknowledged. It's never fully exposed. We never get to the real roots. We never uncover the full scope of depravity in the power establishment, swinging instead from Liberal to Conservative, from Democrat to Republican, without seeing how they all play the same vicious and anti-human game.
We are already at the brink of what our collective sanity level can manage. This planet can't take any more war. We've absorbed all we can absorb. To push forward in this way against Iran is madness, but it is, indeed, mad men and women at the helm, and we need to understand this in no uncertain terms.
It is globalist male dick-swinging combined with personal vendettas that are going to get people hurt and killed. These people are not our leaders, no matter what the political stripe. These people do not hold legitimate power over us. They do not tell the truth. They are not good people. They do not live good lives.
Under this Scorpio Full Moon, we're getting prepared for a reality that almost no sane, thinking, caring person wishes to experience.
We're getting comfortable with the ugliness under this Moon so that it doesn't take us by surprise.
We're getting comfortable with the ugliness under this Moon so that it doesn't take us down.
So thank-you, Scorpio Moon, for not sparing us. Thank-you for preparing us. Thank-you for trusting us with knowledge of the full reality, even when it's a reality we do not want.
This knowing is power - a power they try mightily to sever us from.
But as this Moon grows full in Scorpio, we know with every fibre in us that we cannot actually be severed from this knowing, not for long, not without our permission.
We're soul-connected through time and space to every person who knew the real deal, who felt it and could not un-feel it, who saw it and could not un-see it. This is our comfort now. That we share this knowing and this seeing, even without speaking a word to each other.
We stand under this beautiful, glowing orb, bringing its heavy, unsettling, and most-valuable realizations, with our eyes wide open.
The Moon is full at 27 degrees Scorpio at 2:11 p.m. (PDT) on May 18.
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