A Modified Skies Pictorial for Winter 2012/13

All winter, we've had almost nothing but that flat white or grey-white blanket of cloud cover we all know and love. For a full month, we had completely white skies and thick fog, which is unheard of in Saskatchewan in the winter.

Now, the fog is mostly gone, but we have day after day of no sun.

This is one of the sunniest parts of the planet, usually. This is weather no one around has seen before in this area. Most of the days this winter have looked something like this:

When the cloud blanket does break up for a day or so, it looks like this:

I noticed this going on in both Calgary and Winnipeg when I lived in those cities. Chemtrails sprayed, cloud cover, no Sun for days. The Sun would peek out, and within a few hours, there were more chemtrails and then more cloud cover. At the time, I wondered if it were being done intentionally as mood control. Disconnecting people from the movement of the Sun and Moon, from what's going on in the sky. Now, I'm wondering if it is related to radar somehow or blocking surveillance.

Who really knows why they're doing this?

All I know is, it's extremely unnerving.

Chiron Conjunct Neptune Retrograde in Pisces. All I Can Say is: Ow.

That's not a lake. That's flooded farmland in southeastern Saskatchewan. Only one-third of the land could be seeded this spring, and you'd better believe this water (Neptune) is causing pain (Chiron) for farmers and everyone and everything who rely on them. - Photo used with permission. -

Chiron just went retrograde at 5 degrees Pisces (June 8), and this is on the heels of Neptune going retro at 0 degrees Pisces (June 3). These two bodies are conjunct, moving very slowly retrograde, and the themes are dragging at us. There's a whole lot of concentrated pain being stirred right now.

Since late May, the Sun, Mercury and Venus in Gemini have squared Neptune and then Chiron in Pisces. Talking (Gemini) about things that are as huge and as Piscean and as difficult to pin down as, say, a slow-motion devastation of the food supply, lives and bodies brought about through HAARP technology and poisonous aerosol spraying, is not easy. But it's in talking about it that we can move out of one of the most difficult aspects of Neptune: being isolated in pain.

Though it's hard to remember when Neptune and Chiron are breathing down our necks, these are issues that affect most of us. Personal effects have ties to broader forces underway, and, while the particulars may differ, no one is alone in dealing with Piscean pain and loss, whether physical, emotional or psychic.

Chronic pain and illness are also Piscean/Neptunian subjects - isolating, but widely shared, as our systems work to process and adjust to multi-layered poisons, forced, unnatural rhythms and electromagnetic overload.

The situation on the planet coupled with difficult circumstances in personal lives can move us quite easily into "overwhelm" territory right now, unless we continually work to dissipate the Neptunian fuzz and fog, keeping it in proportion when it threatens to pull us under. Part of that is staying connected (Gemini) to the loving and guiding force in your own life and to the people, animals and places that help you feel loved, connected, part of a meaningful whole.

We're getting through this together, come hell or high water - and by the looks of it, both. This is a tough point, though, to be sure - soggy, damp, mildewed, like wearing a set of sopping wet clothes through an already difficult day. Don't feel alone if you are struggling with feelings of disappointment, disillusionment, fatigue, hopelessness, isolation or despair. This is the flip side of Neptune (conjunct wounded healer Chiron), and it's one tricky bastard.

We're not dealing with issues that have easy or quick solutions. There may not be any immediate solutions apparent at all. Holding the awareness of what is going on is sometimes all we can do.

Every time I see a blue sky, it's certain that within a couple hours, there will be either chemtrails sprayed or chemtrail drift coming in from a previous spraying. Whatever they're putting in them these days is making me quite sick. And yet, I know if I talked about it to most of the people I come into contact with, they would think I was nuts. At the very least, they'd be uncomfortable.

Nature has always been one of the only things that helps me, and now the air has been poisoned so that I have to stay indoors most sunny days unless I want to risk respiratory problems, a raw throat and airway and a runny nose. And who knows what goes on under cloud cover?

I didn't know if I should write about my experience getting sick from the trails on the blog (I never really know what personal details to include here and which ones to omit), but when I wrote about it, I got a message from a friend and blog reader in California who said she had almost the exact same experience. Then I got more messages from people in widespread areas who had similar experiences.

We're not crazy (Neptune), you know? This is going on, and making the connections really helps.


- Photo sent by reader. -

Making the connections (the right ones) isn't easy right now, though. We're being hit with a few difficult aspects in succession. Zero Gemini - the point the personal planets have activated and continue to activate in square to Neptune - is now home to the fixed stars Pleiades (which recently shifted from 29 Taurus), and this is considered an unfortunate grouping.

The Gemini-Pisces square can bring chaotic communication issues, especially electronics and computers going haywire. I'm posting this from an internet cafe as my own computer is being squirrelly as all hell. This can probably be expected off and on until late June when Mars passes out of the squares to Neptune and Chiron.

Under the square aspects, a lot of information sources and connections (especially media- and social media-related) aren't actually helping, so filtering is necessary. We're looking more to the quiet ambiance between spaces for our guiding, navigational faith than to continual chitter chatter, but it's highly difficult to cut the communication cords we need to distance ourselves from with the constant connection-craving Gemini South Node.

What is still working on the Geminian front are the connections that help us to feel loved and connected - anything that dissipates the gnawing isolation that can come with not only a Neptune-Chiron conjunction in Pisces but multiple connections to Sedna, betrayed Goddess of the Sea.

Mars is currently just past a conjunction to Sedna and we're getting some quite desolate transmissions from the bottom of the ocean. Mars then moves into Gemini (moving through that conjunction to the Pleiades) and squares Neptune at zero Pisces June 22.

Jupiter has just entered Taurus, which has thrown an unflattering spotlight on all my painful Chiron in Taurus issues, resulting in a lower back that has almost completely gone out.

All this, and we have the two-month Cardinal Grand Cross in effect starting June 16 when Mercury enters Cancer.

This summer is going to be quite the ride. Get ready, get as fluid as possible, and stay connected to those you love.

The Taurus Stellium Trines Pluto in Capricorn as the Canucks Celebrate the Birthday of the English Matriarch

This upcoming weekend is the first long weekend of the spring in this country, and many Canucks far and wide will be camping and drinking and whooping it up - or at the very least, taking an extra day off work - after coming out of the long, dark winter.

This holiday (falling on the first Monday on or around May 24) is unofficially called May Long but, outside Quebec where it is called Patriot's Day, it is actually a celebration of Queen Victoria's birthday - Canada's first sovereign and the matriarchal head of the British Empire at the time of Canada's confederation. In other words, this holiday is yet another shout out to Canada's toxic Mummy Dearest mother figure and the overlying and underlying power structures of the British Empire.

The Moon entered Capricorn this afternoon and will conjunct Pluto early tomorrow morning, setting a deep, dark, Plutonic emotional tone as people start to get the party started for the weekend. As usual, there is a lot more going on beneath the surface than is apparent to the beer-drinking barbequers on this traditional day of national celebration.

By tomorrow, Mars, Mercury and Venus are conjunct in Taurus at 7 degrees exactly trine Pluto Rx in Capricorn. The sign of tradition and living of the good life (Taurus) coming into flowing aspect with the corrupted power structures of Pluto in Capricorn.

Yesterday, I was at the shop where I'm doing readings and selling my jewellery, and I could feel people on the avenue starting to ramp up for the holiday. It was hot, sunny, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Until the tell-tale white streaks appeared out of the back of an aircraft.

I watched from the counter as the aircraft sprayed one long streak through the otherwise entirely blue sky, and over the next couple hours, the standard hazy, filmy chemtrail clouds started to form.

I watched the people going by on the avenue, none the wiser. No one looked up from the busy goings-on. But I could see the whole scenario unfolding in the sky.

It was a hot, windy day, and I had the door open to let the breeze in. Bad idea. By later that evening, my lungs were reacting. I woke up throughout the night feeling chest constriction. By morning, my throat and airway felt raw, which has continued throughout the day. I'm a person with a history of asthma and allergies - my body has been rejecting this sorry, post-industrial revolution excuse for "air" since pretty much birth - so adding a layer of chemtrails is not a good thing.

We aren't going to be so lucky as to have a hot, sunny May long weekend. It's like clockwork every time the sun is shining. This morning, the sky was cloudy, and rain drops came down intermittently. I couldn't help but think that with the combination of chemtrail chemicals, leftover Corexit from the Gulf of Mexico and possible radioactive fallout from Japan, being caught out in the rain, especially with bare skin as I had, was not an innocuous thing. I also started to wonder if it would be wise to start wearing a mask while outdoors.

The Plutonic layers of the situation are bizarre, indeed - especially as the mainstream has no idea any of this is going on.

The Sun enters Gemini on Saturday (May 21), and the duality, the co-existence of multiple realities, becomes a prevalent theme.

In light of this, I say, hey, if we're going to celebrate the birth of the English matriarch, let's dig right in. Let's celebrate surviving the raw lungs, dry coughs, runny noses and fake clouds full of chemicals! Let's celebrate living through the multi-layered abuses from our power structures - the long tradition of living through them - as we watch powerful, murderous figures dupe the mainstream into thinking they warrant our celebration. Let's get right to that Plutonic edge with our Taurean good times and good food and good pals.

All hail the Queen! Cough, cough.

Jupiter at Tail-End Pisces, the Deluge Myths and the Implanting of the Serpent

"The world was once a great tortoise, borne on the waters, and covered with earth, and then when one day, in digging the soil, a tribe of white men, who had made holes in the earth to a great depth digging for badgers, at length pierced the shell of the tortoise, it sank, and the water covering it drowned all men with the exception of one, who was saved himself in a boat; and when the earth re-emerged, sent out a dove, who returned with a branch of willow in its beak."

Digging for badgers or digging for black gold beneath the surface of the Gulf of Mexico?

Implanted deluge myth meme travelling through time and space? True story of the past? Blueprint handed down for the Global Governors of the Aquarian Age?

We have quite a horror show mystery on our hands, folks, as Jupiter (myths, stories, cultures) camps out on the last degree of Pisces (water, oceans, sacrifice, energetic connection) before entering new territory in Aries January 22 at 11:11 a.m. CT.

More than 600 people are dead from flooding in Brazil. Officially, 47 are dead in the Phillipines and 1.5 million are affected from flooding there caused by torrential rain. More than 300,000 have had to flee their homes along the eastern coast of Sri Lanka after flooding and mudslides there. Australia is under water. Eighteen have been confirmed dead with hundreds of thousands affected.

This follows the deaths of at least 1,500 and displacement of over a million people in Pakistan due to floods this past cardinal t-square summer.

One word is being used to describe all this flooding: biblical.

Fragments of cross-cultural deluge myths are suddenly becoming (sur)reality as we traipse through fin-de-Pisces - set off as part of the long-term plan by a version of "God" that is strictly man-made and a version of life on Earth that is strictly symbolic.

A mass sacrifice to purge and cleanse the Earth of evil, evil scourge human beings, say the true believers. One last Piscean cacophony symphony as Jupiter and Uranus sit on the very end of the sign, about to enter Aries. Sorry, all. The orders are coming down from the Big Guy! Or Ascension. Or the Starry Brethren. Or our Alien Overlords.

We've brought this on ourselves, say those who allow manufactured guilty consciences to be played like violins.

Ha.

The true cause of these floods and of the bizarre weather around the globe can more than likely be rooted to a combination of things: the disruption of the Gulf Loop current by the BP oil/Corexit disaster, the bombardment of the skies by weather-modifying Chemtrails, which have reached a critical mass as far as their effects on both health and weather, and the use of the HAARP and other frequency devices that screw with the ionosphere. Incidentally, NASA reported a collapse in the upper ionosphere this past summer that they could not explain.

At the same time, a marker has been thrown into the collective consciousness through viral mass media. Ophiuchus, the serpent-bearer and 13th constellation of the sidereal zodiac, hit social media like a shot this past week, planting his foot in millions of psyches as a tired, this-is-not-news astronomy/sidereal astrology article became meme.

This triggers and energizes another part of the long-planned and purposefully set-off story. If we hone in on North America and the Lenni-Lanapi or Delaware River Indians' version, after the deluge, a period of snake-worship is secretly brought to Earth. Under worship of the God of the snakes, Wakon, this period brings evil, crime, unhappiness, bad weather, death. Just what the doctor ordered for those looking to rid the Earth of 'excess' humanity while controlling the remainder.

Sure, we've got deluge and serpent-bearer hitting at the same time right now, but that's the way it's being played during this interwoven cross-over period of Pisces to Aquarius.

The implanting of Ophiuchus at this time is also a marker for the passing of Bill C-36 in Canada and Bill S.510 in the United States in December - the suppression and crack-down on natural health and healing. Ophiuchus is associated with Asclepius, a healer who was struck dead by Zeus with a bolt of lightning (Uranian) for bringing people back from the dead. Asclepius was placed within the constellation of Ophiuchus.

The rod of Asclepius, a staff entwined with a snake, is the symbol for mainstream medicine today, and Ophiuchus rising to prominence is a symbolic drawing of attention to the dominance of patriarchal Big Pharma modern medicine and the now-legislated suppression of natural healing and the regenerative powers of the human body through herbs, natural foods and alternative healing techniques.

As this 13th constellation stuff is coming up in the midst of the series of Thirteenth Witch New Moons, bringing with it the emergence of long-denied feminine realities and influence, this especially relates to the historical suppression of the healing abilities of women. These inherent understandings and abilities have always been a threat to the controlling patriarchal set-ups, and women who practised healing through the ages have been unrecognized, vilified, criminalized, intimidated, kept on the fringes. Nowadays, they are put under the shackles of masculine-dominated hierarchy within the mainstream medical establishment.

And yet another masculine astrological symbol coming to prominence at this time within the already imbalanced, masculine-heavy zodiac does not help matters...

Getting My Bearings with Some New Coordinates

Well, I'm now watching chemtrails being sprayed over a new city!

You can't escape them really. I was on a farm in super rural Saskatchewan about ten days ago having a campfire in the front yard when I heard an engine. I looked up and saw a big, fat chemtrail floating overhead. Thirty seconds later, I looked up again and saw a second one forming a giant X right over the yard. X marks the spot?

Weird times we're living in.

Anyway, some Virgoan housekeeping: contrary to what I originally thought, I'm still at the same e-mail address (willowsweb@shaw.ca) and will be for the foreseeable future.

I'm also on Central Daylight Time now, instead of Mountain, so the times for aspects and ingresses in future posts will be in that time zone.

I've had a difficult transition so far, but I have a big, juicy post in the works. I've been working on a borrowed laptop or at an cyber cafe due to internet problems at my apartment. I'm not sure why I chose to move into the city with both Pluto and Mercury stationing direct, but I got caught in the aftermath of my roommate's ex moving out and the subsequent transfer of telephone and internet has not gone smoothly.

I'm hoping to have this solved by early next week when I will again be available for readings.

The Sun is moving through late Virgo opposite Jupiter Rx and Uranus Rx in Pisces making those last Virgoan details and the remaining Saturn in Virgo hangover very tedious and stressful to deal with. There are certain things (many things) that are simply out of our control, and with Jupiter-Uranus in Pisces opposite a Virgo Sun, this is very apparent. The universe has a mind of its own, which does not work so well with the sensitive nervous temperament of Virgo energy.

We're only a couple days from the Sun entering Libra and Fall Equinox, though, which will be a welcome shift.

The following day, September 23, we have a Full Moon at zero degrees Aries - the first of two book-end Aries Full Moons on the zero degree and the anaretic (29th) degree next month. This emotionally culminates the initial Aries seed time this summer with the cardinal t-square and Jupiter and Uranus in early Aries. It also culminates the previous Venus retrograde cycle in Aries ahead of the upcoming one in Scorpio.

The Sun will conjunct Saturn at the end of this month, and I think that will be a nice, solidifying aspect after a stressful cardinal t-square dominated summer.

Chiron and Jupiter-Uranus Bookend Transiting Pisces and My Head Keeps Swirling, Swirling

These times. I tell ya.

I have to confess something that has been going on with me and this blog for almost six months now. I didn't really want to go into it, but this continues to bug me, so here it is:

One of the symptoms of an adverse reaction to Cipro is morbid thoughts. Usually, when not poisoned by this shit, you can balance these types of thoughts off and dispell them, but Cipro overwhelms these mitigating abilities. The techniques we all develop to calm and comfort ourselves and keep our even-keeled little centres are somehow damaged or intercepted by this drug, and you stop being able to pull yourself out of the dark doomy gloomy. It affects you emotionally in this way, and in the same way it affects you physically, interfering with and blocking your body's natural healing mechanisms. Evil stuff.

So since December, the drug-induced terror has faded to a pervasive sense of impending doom. A pretty specific doom, actually. The one where you're not long for this world.

And one of the things I've been thinking about while contemplating the possibility of not being long for this world is: how are the people who read my blog going to know that I'm gone? :-) This is an actual concern of mine right now, and I'm planning who I can trust with the task of posting my death notice on this blog in the case of my untimely demise and moderating any commentary reaction following it. heh

I really can't tell at the moment if it's the Cipro screwing with me, if it's Jupiter and Uranus, currently conjunct on my Pisces South Node in the 8th house (house of death, wills, legacies and such), on top of it being fin de Piscean Era, in general...or if it really is almost time's up for Willow. Hey, Patsy Cline predicted her own death at age 30.

I was talking at the end of a previous post about how those of a certain sensitivity level are having our tolerance and stamina tested in a big way. We have been for a good long while now, but it has taken a severity turn that I didn't foresee. I never thought I would be so seriously staring down the possibility that this Earthly environment could soon become too hostile for the likes of me. That my adaptation skills, already honed quite well through a lifetime of heavy usage, would possibly not be able to cut the mustard. But really, who did think we'd be staring down the situations we're staring down right now? And I mean on a basic, day-to-day level, outside the realm of A-bomb what-ifs and end-times prophesies.

The Piscean themes are haunting a lot of us right now. I hear the echoes from a lot of people. The endings are huge. I knew they were because the astrology tells me so, but the actual practical living through them is something no one can ever really be prepared for.

A lot of people are talking about the "choice" to leave the planet now - my naturopath included. People are talking about planetary evacuation and such.

It's ringing in my ears, but I don't want to go. I just want things to get better.

It's all swirling around with this mutable T-square going on. And Mercury in Taurus trine Pluto in Capricorn is confronting us with all these situations that are just a bit too real.

I've been writing about the Gulf oil gusher a lot, and yesterday I met a Chinese fellow in the park by my place who asked me to have a conversation with him to help him improve his English. I found out he's in Calgary with a bunch of his colleagues on a three-month English training course. It turns out they all work for China's national oil company, China National Petroleum Corporation. This fellow does safety and risk management - specifically, he works on a vessel doing deepwater offshore seismic exploration in Saudi Arabia. Of course he does. We had a lot to talk about. He was delighted that Calgary still has wildlife. I was horrified to think of a city that doesn't.

A lady I went to high school with named her baby boy Diezel Storm a couple weeks ago. (Her husband works on oil rigs.)

A Winnipeg man who had set out for Calgary to start a moving company just turned up in a Regina, Saskatchewan hospital after being tortured and beaten for three months. He has extensive brain damage and is recognizable by his family only by the colour of his eyes. Parts of his lips and tongue have been removed. The side-by-side photo of him before the torture and after was one of the most disturbing things I've seen. The media really ought to warn you before they lay that shit on you. Especially with all this Pisces flying around.

We've got 59 dead and a couple hundred wounded in Thailand as the police continue to open fire on protesters demonstrating against the current un-democratically elected government. The media in this country seems to be reporting in a stance sympathetic to the police gunning people down. And we've got plans for a full-on police state in Ontario, Canada this summer as we host the G8 and G20 during that Capricorn eclipse conjunct Pluto. Tin soldiers and Harper's comin', la la la la la la laaaaa.

Already, I've had Kent State and Jackson State turning over in my mind, and the impending doom feeling digs in a little...

The guys picking cans out of the dumpster behind my building are better and better dressed these days.

I see chemtrails sprayed over downtown Calgary, at times daily. My body often feels like lead. This winter, any time the sun would start to peek out, we'd get a spray, and it would soon cloud over. Sunshiny reprieves during the Canadian winter are a necessity for feeling human. Without them, sluggish depression sets in.

I had a two-hour conversation a couple nights ago with my Dad about the state of the world. Neither of us can understand how we've gone from, a mere 50 or 60 years ago, people like him and his family living without electricity, running water or telephones to THIS. Rampant and obsessive consumption of resources that threatens the very survival of the human race.

I grew up drinking water from an artesian well, straight out of the Earth. And now, post-fluoroquinolone antibiotic poisoning, I have to get reverse osmosis water delivered at 28 bucks a pop so that I don't further poison myself with the fluoride and chlorine in the city water. It feels so disconnected to me to do this, especially in Canada. I was really upset when I first started getting it and wondered, how can I possibly sustain this? Now, I just drink it down.

So where is this post going? I have no idea. It's all just swirling around in a world I'm having a hard time understanding anymore.