Woke up this morning with such a strong sense of impending doom—not
on a personal level; on the collective Team Human level—that I did something I haven’t done for 30 years: I cast an astro chart!
Question: What the hell is going on?
Doesn’t look good…
Those red lines are squares and oppositions, which represent tensions. Saturn and Pluto, rather ominously, are close enough to be in conjunction, and I note they are getting cozier and cozier over the next two years.
The two planets coalign every 35 years or so, and often, this orientation coincides with violent reshuffling of power dynamics at the global level: The Saturn/Pluto conjunction in Cancer (there’s-no-place-like-home
sign) in 1914 pretty well coincides with World War I; the conjunction in Leo (cue: You’re a shining star! No matter who you are!
) coincided with the India/Pakistan partition and the attendant slaughter of half a million or so.
Not sure what exactly took place during the 1982 Libra conjunction. There were some territorial disputes—Britain declared war on Argentina; the U.S. invaded Grenada; Israel invaded Lebanon. Nothing too regime shattering. Possibly this has something to do with the essential nature of Libra as the Zodiac’s great mollifier.
Pluto and Saturn hook up exactly again on January 12, 2020 in Capricorn—which is eight days before the next Presidential inauguration in the States.
Saturn is the planet of constraint, repression, cracks in the foundation. Saturn entered Capricorn in 2008 as a herald of the global financial meltdown.
Pluto is the planet of metamorphosis. Note that “plutocracy” is a synonym for a ruling class distinguished only by its material wealth. One-percenters, anyone?
Anyway, I’m not sure whether we’re looking at an authoritarian clampdown á la 1984
or the rise of a new feudalism in which we all become vassals of multinational corporations, but this conjunction does not seem like a positive auger to me
And yes, yes, I’m quite aware that the sun does not revolve around the earth and that, therefore, there is no scientific basis for astrology whatsoever.
Whether you give astrology any credence at all, I suppose, depends upon whether you believe that redactive science is the only possible explanation for the world around you.
Of course, the real
reason I’m piddling around with this stuff is because I’m utterly blocked
about What comes next?
in the Work in Progress.
My writing method is kinda like making an afghan: I write scenes and scenes as inspiration takes me, but then comes the much drearier process of connecting those scenes. Writing those bridges. More architecture than juice. But if it isn't done, you’re stuck with a bunch of loose narrative threads.
What I really
want to write is: And then they were all run over by a truck.
Watched True Detective 2.1
last night. As mindless entertainment, it’s okay, but I thought it was really poorly written. Superbly
cast—Mahershala Ali may be the best actor I’ve ever seen—and extremely
well directed. But, you know. I’m getting’ kinda tired of the American South as the ultimate Gothic trope. It's a big yawner.
My favorite TV right now is Travelers
, all three seasons of which I’ve now watched in their entirety twice. It's hard to recommend it to anyone who isn't a hardcore science fiction fan, though, because the first season—which is necessary because set up
— is merely Eh
. Second and third seasons, though, are terrific.