“But of that day and hour knoweth no man: not the messengers of heaven, nor her Son, but the Mother alone.”

“Thank you m’lady: a subtitle always helps the cause, however vague”.

it (the retrograde) is over; dry the cardinal water tears and rekindle the eternal fixed fire flame

“Wait… really? All three goddesses are woven into the basket?”

“…yyyes?”

“I have my ways, oh noble one, of which you might not approve.”

“You are simply wicked, m’lady.”

how could we not, my lovelies, when it all falls together, finally, so pleasingly; take your time and enjoy

Medium to long-term fellow diggers are well aware of this wombat’s weakness for the restricted syllable format that is the haiku.

Save for dear april-

My Haiku Journey

Abandoned Church HAIKU

Welcome back, thank you for being here. If you are an old timer here you will know how much I love churches. Today my photographs will take you to one that has long been abandoned. The foundation stones of this church date back to the Normans in the 12th Century, with most of the building done in the 13th and 14th, the magnificent beams in the ceiling a…

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a year ago · 21 likes · 29 comments · April R. Holmes

-I am not aware of such credentials in my albeit highly limited corner of whatever Hermetically-challenged entity Substack has become these days.

And yet: an apprentice must always know when to bow to the master.

That two and a half minutes of Hunt For The Wilderpeople haikus (tissues handy, lovelies) is objectively worth your time, and will lead you to (mild to medium spoiler, dears) the movie’s conclusion, with our recently dearly departed Virgo Sun delivering this peerless restricted syllable prose:

That these restricted syllables form the emotional culmination of what myself and many others believe could be the most flawlessly executed piece of humbly wholesome cinema in Simulation History must surely place dear nigel in the Hall of Hermes-ruled Fame.

“You know how I feel about objectivity, m’lady, but in this case… it was absolutely the fucking best.”

Before we start dusting for fingerprints, let us clearly and objectively state that it was no ordinary Virgo Sun sovereign being who completed in the early morning of the 13th; if Virgo is in its most practical sense the Sign of Preparation, then can you scarcely imagine someone who had been better prepared for their own death?

Nigel John Dermot Neill commenced on the day of the 14th of September 1947: which was also the day of a Virgo New Moon at 21ish degrees, with Aphrodite three degrees ahead — a Sun-Moon-Venus Conjunction in other words, ruled by Mercury just ahead in Libra (hence also giving us a wombat favourite

between Aphrodite and Hermes, rulers of and co-conspirators with each other).

The Mutable Earth New Moon went exact in Omagh, Northern Ireland (dear nigel moved to the wombat-adjacent downunder homeland of his Father at age 7ish [before we began slowly and ruthlessly claiming him as our own, as we are wont to do]) at 8.28pm.

That gives us a pleasing and reassuring, like the great man, place to set the Skyclock — while also conveniently straightening us up with a Cardinal Earth Ascendant.

So that’s four taken care of-

That must be the question (or at least my question): how can a man who came into fame by playing (to flawlessly pure perfection) malevolent, disturbing, dare we even say devilish characters-

-become to be essentially universally acknowledged as a wholesome, life-affirming and safe Man?

I will assume (even for those in the northern duality of our Realm) I don’t need to provide you with any evidence of the nature and extent of this harmonised outpouring towards Nigel “Sssam” Neill, because (I hope, even if you aren’t down-under-oriented) you have been witnessing it to, and I wouldn’t even know where to direct you to start: because (in a rare Hermetic victory) it has essentially become all the algorithm has sent me over since the 13th.

So you better believe this Sun-Mars in Leo wants to know exactly what type of archetypal dick and balls we are dealing with here.

“The Aryan is Fallen, m’lady — in a “keep every story spicy” sextile to my Purest Stellium…perhaps not a hindrance?”

Perhaps, although that does enable some interesting questions about Dignity and who we Bestow it to: because that Venus in Virgo is also Fallen — opposite from Aphrodite’s ideal domain in Pisces.

That is, in itself, also interesting… is it not fellow diggers?

That the subject of aforementioned harmonised wholesome outpourings has such Problematic Dignity in the domains of both the helpless Princess and her meathead Prince?

And that’s only half the trouble for our dear yet often very silly Aphrodite — she also finds herself in the somewhat dicey Sun-adjacent situation that traditional astrologers named

And so, surely I am not the only one who absolutely must now have the quintessentially Venusian question answered to somewhat satisfaction by Hermes: how was Sssam’s love life?

“Is the wombat crying again? We have a deadline.”

Of course, a cynic might also contribute that this uniquely universal wholesome outpouring of affection for dear nigel was catalysed by the completion of one of the most universally (Chosen-People-excluded) reviled “Men” in Simulation History: who perished in deliciously tricky circumstances a few days beforehand.

“Did you enjoy my Trick, m’lady: a Linseed Grey Ham shot, cleansed by my most delicious chaser?

Back to dear nigel: that Fallen Aryan was not alone, fellow diggers, if you had looked just below the surface of that Cardinal Water, you would have found our first fingerprint — and it is here that we must sharpen our claws one final time.

And this will be the final instalment of our journey into the Heart of our Fixed Earth (at least in our current restricted Third House format): because by the end of this post, you will see most clearly — you have a most humbled wombat’s promise — that a most acute injustice against her has finally been overturned.

Let us return to that Fallen Aryan: for if you weren’t already convinced there is absolutely something about this Sam Neill moment that extends across both north and south dualities — and that it is objectively about both his masculinity but also the “archetypal” masculinity that is most, well, goddess-approved in the realm right now… let’s see where Hermes was pointing us towards in the early morning of July 13th:

While we saved Vesta for the very end of our fingerprint dustings, that is only because her role is the most sacred —

of imagining to try to understand the story of dear nigel, in its totality from commencement to completion, without centring the vestals: and the eternal flame that they are tasked with protecting.

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Fingerprints of the Goddess #5: The Keys To Her Escape

Happy Solstices and Cardinal Water season, fellow diggers… although: where else would we possibly start this time-sensitive subterranean dispatch in the midst of your humble wombat’s Lesser Benefic Return…

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2 months ago · 8 likes · 4 comments · Isaac Middle

Let us be clear: it was purely a convenient starting point to land at 8.28pm, as Luna went exactly dark in Mutable Earth — and, thus, purely a coincidence that 8.28pm placed the Ascendant at 20ish of Cardinal Fire: thus making that Fallen Mars-Vesta our coincidental Chart Ruler,

It was, thus, also a coincidence that Vesta was rising over the horizon at the goddess-approved time of 00:13 on the 13th, somewhat respectfully a degree away at 21ish Cardinal Fire — the domain of the Aryan.

If pressed, your wombat would not go with 00.13 as our ideal time of incarnation (hopefully by now, fellow diggers and dusters, you have noticed what serpentine shenanigans are going on in the latter degrees of Fixed Earth, and thus where we are inevitably headed towards) — nonetheless the synchronicities have lead us here for a reason.

And that being?

“There is also this:

After that teaser, we surely can not dilly dally any longer.

“Last reset point for them, I suggest, m’lady.”

The next logical dusting site: where was that lady who dwelleth in Luna’s void, the furthest point from her entrancing hold on us, at the time of Hermes’ most lovely Virgo New Moon?

Well, there she was: in the Heart of Fixed Air.

Hmm… perhaps, initially, a bit disappointing from a goddess-perspective — even with that nastay opposition the Apocalypse-Summoning duo of Kronos and Hades in the Heart of Fixed Fire.

Although only if you have skipped ahead to this point, because in what I think is my favourite instalment of Fingerprints of the Goddess, I introduced you to the Celestial Story of Anja: aka The Lady Who Came To Fix The Earth.

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Fingerprints of the Goddess #3: The Lady Who Came To Fix The Earth

An apologetically-belated Hermes Seasons Greetings, fellow diggers: this year with bonus Promethean surprises…

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3 months ago · 7 likes · 5 comments · Isaac Middle

And I am quite delighted, because now the story’s of Anja and Sam — one who sung to the Devil-

and the other who played “him”-

— now get to intertwine.

There is too much we can break down in that synastry, so let’s just keep it to the Fixed Signs, given that was the basis on which the lady was named: the archetypal ability to take whatever spirit it is that resides in the Heart of our Fixed Earth and bring it into full Elemental substance:

So make no mistake: her fingerprints are all over the story of our dear nigel.

And while we could continue on untold more side quests, I think you will all agree it is time we got to the Dragon In The Room.

Perhaps first, a reminder of the story of our loveliest leonine Kate Bush — commencing midnight of July 30 1958 — and the placement that arguably kicked off this entire subterranean journey:

And then again, on the release of her most famous and favourite song, her song — Running Up That Hill — on August 5 1985:

And so it was, that will all that Hermes had lined up in the Skyclock on his most special New Moon, none is more impressive than the Eclipse Head conjunct Algol to six minutes of a degree.

If you will allow your humble wombat a minute, I will admit to having quite a moment when I dug into dear nigel’s story, to see her most favourite star so pristinely aligned to the Eclipse Dragon.

For those not aware, I compiled an entire study guide essentially around this one Fixed Star: its Square aspect to His Star Regulus, and how these two stars lay bare the underlying archetypal power dynamics at play as we transition into our New Archetypal World Order.

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Final Preparations For The Serpent's Finale

Happy Valentine’s Day, Fellow Diggers — may the trajectory of Aphrodite’s Arrows be ever in your favour…

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7 months ago · 11 likes · 7 comments · Isaac Middle

In short: I feel like the (mis)treatment of this star by astrologers, and how it came to be associated with the most mistreated character in mythology, provides a unique entrance point to understand the way in which the goddess has herself been mistreated in this realm.

And the we stumbled upon dear nigel:

And then again, once I removed the fingerprints, and saw the Serpent Times — and yes, you could quite reasonably call it the Serpent Times — revealed before me.

Quite the Serpent we have just farewelled, in quite a well-timed manner, with Aphrodite only a few degrees past the Tail — as may have been mentioned once or twice: the end of the serpent times.

Wait wait waaaait. Really? This whole time-

“This whole time… the whole countdown… the whole Trick… it wasn’t even for Aleister’s b-

“A hilarious orange c-

The Psychopomp cut himself off this time, as the most welcomingly familiar clap of a Wounded Hoof on the office floor of the Heart of our Fixed Earth jarred him into acute self-awareness.

Chiron tapped his hoof just slightly... and there was a sense, perhaps, of the spirit that lies within the Heart of our Fixed Earth being brought (perhaps) just a little into check.

“How do we finish, most noble and wise one, remembering you must still return to the ICU?”

hermes: our lovelies deserve a fireworks weekend reflection

“Where can I possibly begin, m’lady?”

flags of falsity

head wounds, now fatal, looming

The world stage, set (up)

A motion to Hermes to continue, which lingered into a directive to do better.

Bone Spur Afflicted

The Moonchild, the child, still yearns

To play with the boys

“The Reds wanted to see orange blood, and they couldn’t even keep a red card!”

“It was the perfect (in its perfect duality) foul, you should have seen it m’lady: accidental, yet straight into the poorly constructed hybrid foot socket, studs first — a perfect case could made in two ways, and even better when they make the case far less than.”

Hermes was tapping his fingers together intensely by this point.

“Even the autistic-anarcho-communists are now bread and sportsball experts, truly I am the cleve-”

“I rarely get a chance to download about sportsball through a Fixed Earth 3rd House, m’lady — surely you are mildly entertained?”

“Who… me?”

The Psychopomp glanced around the lush office.

“How about: that transit you fear is almost certainly going be more disappointing and hilarious than you can imagine?”

“Ah — the hybrids will miss him, when it is past the time, whether they like or admit to it or not.”

“Aphrodite crosses the Dragon’s Tail on the degree of His Ruling Star across the weekend m’lady; it will be over… and I guess I will need a new trick.”

Grace yourself an indulgent celebration: Aphrodite has successfully survived the Outer Planet Gauntlet (currently a more fitting description than the more popular and neutral/wistful “Basket”) — completing her “pretty girls are no longer safe alone in the collective” opposition to Pluto in Aquarius last week:

We can now bask in the blessings of her graceful passage into the Heart of Fixed Fire — see her paving an enchanted and beautifully manicured trail for the rest of the Gods to follow over the rest of the year (and beyond, as both Mars and Jupiter retrograde in Leo in 2027).

Consider this week our final make-up touch-ups and mirror work before July: which we are launched in to with the 1-2-3 punch of 1) Mars into Gemini 2) Jupiter into Leo and 3) Hermes turning Trickster just as they were about to follow Zeus into the spotlight.

In fact, may I go as far as suggesting that there are some quite fabulous and alluring line-ups in the heavens across the albeit brief remainder of June, although it does require embracing a few characters you may not be entirely familiar with — or, that you are indeed familiar with, but perhaps not entirely comfortable with…

“Then it is straight to the final chart of our Serpent’s Finale preparations, m’lady.”

The goddess-approved time of 3:13am, to be more exact, on the final Sunday of June.

If there was an official conclusion to our “Calm Before The Tempest Finally Comes” June respite, it would be with Mars and Jupiter both still hanging on at 29 and change — with Hermes Stationary, and the three subversives locked in and waiting: the Aryan jumps the next day, immediately Squaring the Dragon before hitting Uranus on July 4th.

because we know who the star is: Aphrodite, now thoroughly inflamed with the spirit of the Sun, playfully seducing her way into a sovereignty-supporting flow to Kronos in Cardinal Fire, with an especially savvy and street-smart Luna completing the harmonic in Mutable Fire.

Now, we have already discussed the silliness of omitting certain supernatural characters as we seek to unravel the deeper threads of a celestial story.

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Fingerprints of the Goddess #2: Her Story, In A Song

Welcome back, fellow diggers, to the second chapter of our journey down to the Heart of our Fixed Earth…

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4 months ago · 6 likes · 4 comments · Isaac Middle

And indeed, imagine preparing for this special alignment without knowing that the Moon will be at the exact furthest distance from our Fixed Earth when she completes this Grand Fire Trine — in other words, doing her moonthly check in with the lady who dwelleth in the void.

If you agree with that premise, then may I present another: you could not possibly understand the archetypal significance of next weekend without knowing what dastardly witchy deeds might be being plotted under the cover of a Fallen Kronos in the domain of the Aryan.

“What are they up to, m’lady?”

As you can see above, next Sunday is also the day that the two “Goddess Asteroids” Pallas-Athena (symbolised as Venus with a square head) and Vesta (the flame) make a conjunction under cover of that stern and serious shadow of Saturn: in even more perfect harmony with Aphrodite and a suppressed Luna.

In fact, both Asteroids will be co-present with the Greater Malefic until the the start of 2027 — thanks to suspiciously well-coordinated retrogrades that (might I suggest) we should gratefully accept as a quite delightfully subversive gift from m’lady, given how trying the goddess-excluding masses had prepared us for the first year of this transit to be.

As you can(not) see below, we need labels for the stellar goddesses (and numbers!), because from our (or at least a) perspective, they are invisible.

Of course, we know by now that visibility doesn’t equal power (but of course, says Pluto): in fact, how much more fun to be working under cover?

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Fingerprints of the Goddess #4: She Is Revealed Under Cover

I greet you in relatively and rarely benign celestial times, fellow diggers (Serpent Times notwithstanding…

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3 months ago · 9 likes · 1 comment · Isaac Middle

“We have already decided on the main characters.”

Studying Astrology can, during especially Saturnian times, seem like an endless pursuit of diminishing Hermetic returns — offering reward by gradually chipping away at our conception of Free Will into the void that lies underneath.

So now we are obliged to add Asteroids?

because a fully and truly decolonised wholesome cosmology requires us, at a bare and grudging minimum, to do the same archetypal work with these goddesses as the Traditional Gods.

Who could say that the qualities we associate with Juno — the betrayed and humiliated partner of the alleged greater benefic — are any less essential than the characters who get the vast majority of airtime across the vast majority (including this humble Stack) of stargazing pundits?

If you were to properly consider: has the presence of Juno seemed perhaps somewhat intense and foreboding in 2026? Because while much has been made of the creeping presence of Pluto in the shadows of the Fixed Air Collective, less has been said about the faithful and loyal supporting role being provided (undercover).

Do you remember 420: that most Malefic triple conjunction between Mercury, Mars and Saturn that was also the day Mr. Wilcock (allegedly) pulled the trigger? Well, look at where she was hiding, at her most compulsive and power-focused under the shadow of Pluto:

And look at where she will have returned to, when we reach our “no looking back” Fixed Air Full Moon on the day of our Sun-Jupiter Cazimi in Fixed Fire.

There is far more to unpack about those transits: but the point (aside from keeping Juno front of mind as we draw closer to the end of July) is to start drawing our attention to what (else) she has been up to (undercover).

Let us, for now, get back to the present, and reckon with our current undercover goddess meeting in Cardinal Fire; let us first lovingly embrace (Pallas-)Athena, who has been strategically manoeuvring her way through Cardinal Fire for the last 2 months.

Because, yes, we are all being somewhat ruthlessly tested and trialled in the Aries part of our charts: but does it help you to know that these tests and trials are actually for the purpose of honing your battle plans, your survival strategies, but also coming to reckoning with where you are most susceptible to, as the kids might say, “selling out”?

That would seem like a handy thing to know (and, perhaps for some, a handy thing for us not to know about ourselves): that Pallas in Aries with Saturn is all about nailing down a courageous and ruthlessly realistic strategy for survival and self-sovereignty for our imminent New Archetypal World Order.

Let us give a more agreeable illustration of Athena: which most pleasingly, allows for a fifth and final return to the story of our most lovely of leonines:

After all the gushing and fawning that this Fixed Fire Aphrodite has given to that Fixed Fire Sun (conjunct to 2 degrees, fyi), it only fully comes to life in the orb of Uranus (well, and the Fixed Square to Mars).

And yet even with all that gushing and fawning, how could I possibly hope to even adequately bring her Sun to words without first revealing the Warrior Goddess, hiding there undercover?

The fingerprints of Athena (who took the name of her childhood friend Pallas, who she got a bit silly with and killed in friendly battle) are all over “her story”.

Because if there was one Goddess who did in fact do a Deal with the Gods, then surely it was Her — and central to the Leonine Drama of Running Up That Hill is that uniquely Uranian promise of unshackled liberation that would then be granted:

One might very well unsympathetically ask whether our most lovely leonine did in fact end up doing the Deal: Athena placement aside, that is the Greater Benefic in Libra on the Dragon’s Head as the karmic end point of her story, and it is therefore in our best interests to grant her the righteous power-adjacent throne she is justly deserved to now sit on.

Ultimately, the deeper message of her most famous song and the story within it is not actually about that hypothetical deal.

What is that message? Perhaps we should ask the Messenger him/themselves.

One of her placements given inadequate attention so far is that Mutable Earth Hermes: sharp (and sinister) as a meticulously whittled and dutifully poisoned tac within 2 degrees of Pluto.

But nestled in the middle of those two degrees is another Goddess: this time she comes prepared with a scythe, for she is both a protector and a harvester, and she is surely right at home in the Sixth Sign of the Maiden (and perhaps even more so with Pluto).

Ceres is most commonly reduced to the archetypal “Earth Mother” (and far closer to who we would like the Moon to be, rather than what the Moon actually is): she understands the unchanging nature of the seasons and the inevitable shift from light to dark (and vice versa), and how to nurture life through those testing and trying winters.

Most fundamentally, Ceres in our charts begins with food (never forget the practical simplicity at the heart of Astrology!), before extending to the way we are nourished, receive/accept nourishment, and provide nourishment to the world.

All sounds lovely until we get into the minds of the Greeks et al., because Ceres is also the mediator in the process of Persephone being abducted by Hades/Pluto into the Underworld — which, it goes without saying, is where these fingerprints get a bit grimy (and why with prominent Ceres placements, we might expect to find Funeral Directors just as well represented as Chefs): Ceres works directly with the forces of the Underworld as a custodian of the death process.

Or perhaps not just death. Things get more interesting when it is revealed that Ceres also has a connection to Medusa — although not in the same mythological context as Athena.

This time it is astrological, thanks to an astonishingly devious trick that we can’t possibly let Hermes get away with:

To summarise the above celestial picture: at the exact minute we are given for the discovery of the Goddess Ceres close to the home of tomato spaghetti sauce, she was herself located in the Skyclock at the exact minute (23) of the degree (23) of Fixed Earth where Algol was calculated to be in 1801.

“To be clever is also to be easily bored, m’lady.”

So: what is the connection between Ceres and Medusa that Hermes is pointing us towards here? Mythologically speaking, there is no interaction between these two characters, so we can focus purely on the astrology.

If we strip away all the hybrid-imposed demonic baggage that has become burdened upon the Star of Medusa, we can focus on how Algol has been documented to present to us in practice: the fixed point of the Skyclock — a portal — through which she is manifested in her rawest (and hence also most threatening [and potentially also most misdirected]) form.

And we see quite clearly from that discovery chart, through the truly unparalleled trickery of the Trickster, that the literal role of Ceres is as her archetypal Guardian Angel in this Realm: protecting, nourishing, feeding, harvesting(?)… but most solemnly, guiding throughout her inevitable passage through the underworld.

But back to her story — all other speculation about Ceres aside, she is unmistakably suited to Mutable Earth. Through the wheat, through harvests, through the pleasing blonde imagery yes yes: but also the possession of uniquely feminine intuition — arising from alignment with seasonal and cyclical shifts — that allows all of us to be adequately prepared before entering those cold winters of life.

It is quite something then, to have Ceres, here, under the shadow of Pluto with her Traditional Ruler Mercury (and I am not sure, on this occasion, whether we have Hermes or m’lady to blame).

And so aside from every other astrological signature that we have untangled thus far in five frenetic burrowings, it is not unreasonable to understand Kate Bush (and most likely how she understands herself) as the messenger of the maidens: their guarding and growling leonine angel, fearlessly communicating in her favourite song a warning of the hidden (dare we say supernatural?) perils of the relational underworld the Medusa Maiden is destined to descend in to.

“So it’s just another hybrid song about (bad) sex?”

And thus we return to the archetype that has been argued to be most about sex: at least the pursuit of it in its most pure, chaste and even sacred form.

And no, we are not talking about Virgo and its associated constellational cliches.

One thing we can say about the Four Goddesses — who are themselves only the entrance point to a much richer and intimidating full cast of Asteroid-adjacent characters — is that they are fundamentally relational.

We might, thusly, best interpret them in our own lives — far more than the “Personal” Planets — in synastry through the charts of those we are in relationships with.

“Forget not that your personal Fingerprints of the Goddess burrow remains open (at a small m’lady-approved cost).”

I have two Vesta examples for you, to finish our fifth and final fingerprint file — and to show beyond reasonable doubt that the Asteroids unlock the deeper relational journeys written into our Astrology.

Now, just to be clear: Vesta is more than sex (or its abstinence from). In fact, this Asteroid is less a Goddess and more the essence of her most loyal devotees: those who, like the Vestal Virgins of Rome, devoted their lives to the pure creative spirit of Fire and became completely indispensable to power because of it.

So it is important to know — firstly — that as (Pallas-)Athena and Vesta join under the cover of Kronos in that Grand Fire Trine on Sunday, your ruthless battle plan is being formulated under the tender, gentle, warming and singular care of the Goddess of the Hearth: and that ultimately, the only (losing) battle is against time herself.

What is the eternal flame we are now strategising to keep alive?

Perhaps — of course — we find inspiration in our most lovely of leonines.

What is the eternal flame that our loveliest leonine trying to keep alive?

A story of course, as we have said from the start — “her story” — and so what better combination of Vesta and Venus in Cardinal Water (in harmony to Neptune in Fixed Water) could keep the melody of that story alive?

Even more so, when we plug that into the chart for the midnight release of her favourite song — where we find a sacred witchy harmony between Cardinal and Fixed Water flames.

The second example?

That would be your humble wombat’s own Vesta at 6 of Cardinal Water: doing its best (i.e. a five-part Substack series) to keep the flame of another melancholic Exiled Moon (Square the Dragon) story alive.

“We can’t let him finish on himself.”

The only Goddess not hiding in relative safety under cover is Juno: back in Fixed Fire but free of the Stellium influence.

Which makes sense: because of the four, Juno stands alone in her centrality to the narrative of her song.

Tell me: just how could the successful completion of ultimate revenge be more convincingly and sinisterly dramatised then that vicious refrain, which interrupts with a chilling jolt the lyrical repetitions both original and cover versions (with different but equally powerful effect).

Of course, if our loveliest of leonines had given in to her inner Juno and acted out her supernatural sexy-time revenge fantasies across the music industry, one assumes her story would not have come to be so widely circulated.

Instead, the generally beloved position she holds across the music industry was highlighted (even in her own deliberate absence) when she was inducted — by Black Hip Hopper of Outkast fame Big Boi — into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2023: before a cover of Running Up That Hill, this time with Annie Clark aka St. Vincent playing m’lady.

What I sense is that our loveliest leonine is held in some sort of revered and sanctified position by her peers — as if throughout (or despite) all the drama of that Fixed Fire Stellium, she has taken on some unspoken, deeply sensitive and vulnerable burden on behalf of her brethren.

Which should not be surprising, because the final piece of her celestial puzzle — the final key that unlocks her story, we might add with a flourish — is the Wounded Healer opposite Juno in Fixed Air: ruled and supported by the Greater Malefic, who wedges our Goddess and our Centaur from Mutable Fire.

There is much more to say about the essential role of Chiron in telling her story: and our stories, and how we all apply our conscious will to raise up these collection of hopeless Gods into their most vulnerable, virtuous and noble selves.

For now, it seems appropriate to finish our fingerprints by returning to where we started: because amidst all that stale white noise and lurking undercover agents, her most noble and self-sacrificial servant has just made his first foray into Fixed Earth: harmonising immediately with the Eclipse Dragon, as he prepares to receive the larger-than-life indulgent exuberance of a Square from the Greater Benefic as he ticks over into Fixed Fire.

And there the Wounded Healer will stay — at least after a final dip back into the Cardinal Fire flames from September to April — until 2034: and, for now, we can only wait with noble anticipation for what waits us at the turn of the decade, when he enters those most mysterious devils degrees.

Anything else?

“Welcome to Fixed Earth my noble friend: we thank her that your survived the blood transfusions in Intensive Care.”

The Aryan is as tamed as is archetypally possible, Fixed in the Heart of the Earth: ruled by Aphrodite, making a Most allegedly Benefic Union with an Exalted Zeus.

And at Midnight Moonchild/Midday Wombat Standard Time today — for a few more fleeting hours — Luna makes a Water Trine to this beneficence from the final degrees of the Zodiac.

Apologies in advance if these recent diggings seem a touch frenetic… but how could our diggings not be accelerating with a growing sense of chaos, with the Lesser Malefic passing through the devil’s degrees — gaining gradual grinding momentum for his thoroughly untrustworthy early-July meeting with Uranus in Hermes Territory aka The Serpent’s Finale (finally)?

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The Serpent's Finale: Halftime Morale Check

A familiar voice — I regret to inform fellow diggers — boomed out around the Heart of our Fixed Earth…

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4 months ago · 6 likes · 8 comments · Isaac Middle

Mars in Fixed Earth is the official and final archetypal-cord-cutting from the 7 years of nerve-shredding excitement that Uranus has wrought upon the Taurus part of our lived experience.

Hermes has readily let it slip that their Mutable Air Sphere is prepared to be altered in drastic and irrevocable ways: and so a Mutable Water Rising wombat will be using this limited time to excavate the final gleanings of third house goddess gnosis I have been collecting over those 7 years of Down the Wombat Hole.

“And which you can personally access through a Fingerprints of the Goddess reading.”

And so, without further ado:

There is a reason this series is called “fingerprints of the goddess”, dear fellow descenders — well, as well as a witty linguistic correction to the righteous archetypal gatekeeping work of Hancock, Wilcock and other phallic-inspired His-story superspreaders.

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The Wholesome Astrology of David Wilcock (and/or Edgar Cayce)

hermes my darling, it is time: the final delicious days of the promethium revolution of our fixed earth home — tell our lovelies how she will be honoured…

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4 months ago · 6 likes · 4 comments · Isaac Middle

Because one must tread lightly on this Realm: all of us but especially her, when she leaves her safe and secure fortress at the Heart of our Fixed Earth — and the traces she leaves behind are only for the diligent, dedicated and devoted diggers to uncover.

And so apologies, also, if these excursions seem somewhat vague and elusive: that is simply how it (she) must be, and we trust you understand.

Let us first ground within the example of our most lovely leonine — archetypal wombat favourite Kate Bush, for those not up to speed — and remind ourselves how the essential plot line of her celestial story lies completely out of sight:

Two wholly invisible and “hypothetical” components of the Skyclock, both calculated based on the simulated orbital path of the Moon — one one hand the Descending Eclipse Point (where that path passes downwards over the Ecliptic) and on the other the Black Moon Apogee (where that path is furthest from Earth) — aligned to one minute of one degree, hiding in our lovely leonine’s 12th House of what is hardest to see (at least according to our hypothetical-yet-goddess-approved midnight incarnation time).

You and I can see this most mysterious and “malefic” (according to most traditional astrological interpretations) conjunction very clearly. However, those who might stumble across dear kate’s story through Normie stargazing sites would have no reason to look twice-

-because it is still Normie practice to use the even more hypothetical and essentially meaningless “Mean” point.

Cock-washing the meaning of the purest archetypal expression of the dark feminine into something far more Mean and Manageable and Approachable and Agreeable and wrong speaks for itself through both exasperation and hilarity… but does ultimately serve a purpose — and indeed, Hermes might instead choose to re-frame this little manoeuvre as a most delicious and devious of decoys by the lady who dwelleth in Luna’s void.

Because, as you can see above, the decoy would also distract us away from seeing a similar (yet karmically flipped) print: dusted up in the release of her most famous musical tribute (as dowloaded to the most lovely of leonines).

There is a lot going on in that chart for midnight of August the 5th 1985 (two years and one day before your humble wombat incarnated). However, may I confidently tell you that what lies at the heart of her story — lying dormant since her spell was cast during that fateful Fixed Fire Season, waiting for the day to be liberated — lies in those most devilish degrees in the Heart of Fixed Earth.

How can I be so confident?

Fellow diggers — particularly those with the roots of their story in Fixed Earth — would be aware that the Shit-Stirrer of the Skyclock has just finished a seven year stint shaking up their sub-terrain.

Indeed, we can see Uranus in the Heart across 2021 and into 2022, presumably as her song was being woven into the Stranger Things script.

Across April and May of 2022 (and again later in the year) we also had duelling Eclipses across the Fixed Feminine axis.

That April Solar Eclipse was at 10ish Taurus, with Uranus at 14ish and the Eclipse Head at 22ish:

Hermes (at home) would Station Retrograde a few days later, and a few more days after that would be Luna’s Eclipse — with the Sun now at 25ish Taurus on the Star of Medusa (and where the Midnight-timed Ascendant for her song happened to be).

Netflix would drop the first seven episodes on May 27, the day Hermes had returned to her story’s ascendant at 27ish Taurus-

“I live for the trick, m’lady: what can I say?”

-which was also the day of a) a smug-raging Mars-Jupiter Inflation over her story’s Cardinal Fire Luna; and b) a Moon-Venus Conjunction at the far edge of Cardinal Fire, square to Pluto at the far edge of Cardinal Earth — perhaps a lovely 12th House ode to our loveliest leonine?

And the rest is… well: her story.

Or was it?

Stranger Things was not the first attempt to propel Running Up That cardinal earth Hill into the Fixed Air Collective.

Above is the opening scene of the opening episode of Season 4 of “The O.C.”: perhaps the pinnacle of early-2000s Neptunian Escape Artistry.

It will surprise no-one familiar with this particular Fixed Fire Venus to learn that your humble wombat may have been somewhat obsessed with the immaculate Solar-Ruled premise outlined above.

In fact… yes, there they still are:

I cannot specifically recall the inclusion of Running Up That Hill in what was one of the most essential moments of the series: our return to action after the Season 3 Cliffhanger of the demise of lead Damsel/Princess (and lead Meathead Ryan’s love) Marissa.

But I can imagine exactly how emotionally captured I would have been by it at the time (and presumably why the song remained dormant in own life until it was activated in quite profound ways over the last few months).

The song worked perfectly on the most basic and accessible “swapping gender places” level: Princess Marissa was dead because Meathead Ryan came to town and upended her fairy tale world — and, thus, highlighting the Cautionary White Boy Tale narrative arc (see Star Wars et al.) that runs through every artery of the Aryan Entertainment Complex.

This was essentially the same narrative purpose the song would later serve in Stranger Things (albeit within a far spicier magical context):

Unlike Stranger Things, The O.C. did not use the Kate Bush version, but that by Indie-Lust-Rock outfit Placebo: who placed it at the top of their “Covers” album, released on the 22nd of September 2003.

Yes, it goes without saying, we are obliged to interrogate the chart for 22/9/03 to see what further fingerprints we might uncover. However, before that, let us simply take in the significance of the year (2003) and the fact that it falls fairly solidly in the middle of those other crucial milestones in the unfoldment of her story: 1985 and 2022.

These were all years when the Ascending Eclipse Point — our thirsty pal Rahu, the Head of the Dragon — was passing through the Heart of Fixed Earth.

So, in other words: on her song’s first “Nodal Return”-

-we have the release by Placebo of what remains the most popular and live-performed uncoverings of her story, timed to be uncovered just as m’lady was back in the Heart of Fixed Earth:

If you have girded your loins and delved into the video for Placebo’s uncovering, you will know that their interpretation is undoubtably darker than the original — and that whatever dealing and place-swapping may be going on is far from quaint and romantic.

I think this was the point: released on its first return to the dragon, this uncovering seems like a preemptive reclamation of the true meaning of her song, for when it will be released to the masses in watered-down archetypal version one dragon later.

And what is that “true meaning”, if not the more basic premise of gender-switching and romantic place-swapping? Here is how our loveliest leonine, walking a most delicate tightrope most magnificently, described her song:

And here are her fingerprints we have uncovered so far — all pointings towards a meaning that is and must be fundamentally occulted:

• It resides the Heart of Fixed Earth — those devils degrees;

• It is tangled up in the Celestial Dragon — that Eclipse Serpent;

• It centres around from the lady who dwelleth in Luna’s void.

This is far more in line with how the song reveals itself, upon both listening and viewing: religious, existential, even supernatural, as her original title for her story — along with her approval of the Placebo version — makes clear.

Anything else?

“It would help if you stopped cursing me, m’lady.”

And, more significantly, please welcome a tamed aryan into Fixed Earth: a transit to choose out battles carefully and lovingly, particularly right now as he squares up to Hades — lurking in the collective shadow.

goodness me… any chance we can combine that all into a late-90s alt-rock banger?

That song will make more sense at the end of what is the third instalment of our subterranean detective series, which we began with the Sun and Hermes in the Heart of Fixed Earth — now that the Aryan has arrived to replace them, shall we pick up the pace of the digging a little?

That journey also began with the song that arguably encapsulates the origins of the genre we call rock and/or roll better than any other: Me and the Devil (Blues) by Robert Leroy Johnson.

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Fingerprints of the Goddess: The Devil's Degrees

Time to begin in earnest this shared journey into the Heart of our Fixed Earth, fellow diggers — do you have your manicured claws out…

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In Part 2, we of course shifted to a second song — a most special song, her story, sung by our loveliest of leonines — which we shall be returning to very shortly.

First, and to set the thematic direction for our future burrowing, may I bless you with the most popular and compelling contemporary uncovering of Robert Leroy Johnson’s channelings:

“Hello, m’lady.”

Soap&Skin is the somewhat-devastatingly-named alter of Anja Plaschg. As you can see below, we know a day: but not a publicly available incarnation time (and rightly so, for this most courageous of aryans must be protected).

Now, if a wombat has been successful: rather than enquiring straight to the Big 3 of the Patriarchal Gods, fellow diggers are starting to get some “decolonised” anticipatory questions come immediately to mind for aryan anja’s story:

where was the dragon?

where was m’lady?

do we have anything on the devil’s degrees?

To answer the final question first: no — instead, the story of our most courageous of aryans has three key fingerprints leading away from the Heart of our Fixed Earth.

Allow me some hermetic liberties again, by placing that Aries Sun rising exactly on the eastern horizon at the goddess-approved time of 6.34am — it straightens everything up (a quality you will surely see in your Cardinal Fire friends) and allows us to focus on that absolutely devastating Fixed Serpentine T-Square: with Hades at the apex, in the Heart of the Fixed Water deep-sea tunnels.

How to practically understand the archetypal architecture of this Cross?

Firstly, as a member of the Pluto-in-Fixed-Water Generation (like your wombat), our most courageous lovely is naturally tasked with diving deep into the domain of Aphrodite’s Aryan-Ruled Opposition — which perhaps we can understand as those deepest and unexplored parts of our ocean, provide the only true connecting point from the heart to the surface.

Also like your wombat, aryan anja gets some action in the heart of Fixed Fire: bringing to life — in all its full drama, creativity and solar power — what flows through those deep underwater tunnels. And how the purity of her performance and its required emotions must come so naturally to our dear anja, tangled up in the Tail of the Dragon as it is.

Unlike your wombat (and why I am uniquely susceptible to Aquarians), the karmic purpose of soapandskin as a dramatically creative project must (Saturn) ultimately be one that changes the ideologies, structures and limits of the Collective: in a most striking, formidable and intimidating way — for how else could we describe the Aryan himself (ruler of that Cardinal Fire Sun) in the Heart of the Fixed Air of Kronos, possessed by the insatiable search for forward momentum that is the Head of the Dragon?

Mars as the Aryan archetype will always be, fundamentally, the dominating force that fires us into conflict and danger — and indeed, what could put a lovely more in danger in our current collective direction than declaring your allegiance to the devil: so conclusively, so defiantly, so fearlessly?

Quite the archetypal task that our most courageous of lovelies has taken on: taking on the sacrificial burdens of every activating point of that Fixed Cross — that same Fixed Cross that was activated fully on the day that Running Up That Hill was released — except this time, without the comfort and grounding of the Earth herself.

Not the only way that we see aryan anja stepping into the red shoes of our loveliest of leonines: because look at where m’lady falls, right opposite Kate’s — and hence also hovering right above the devouring quest for righteous justice of that Jupiter-Rahu in Libra.

Best we start wrapping up this third part of our journey down into the Heart of our Fixed Earth — giving it is quickly turning into an outlet for Aphrodite’s romantic obsessions, currently getting crunched by Mars and Pluto in her own Fixed T-Square at the start of Leo.

Well… we saw what fingerprints our lovely leonine left for us in the release of her song — can we find any breadcrumbs from aryan anja?

The song was the centrepiece of the EP “Sugarbread”, released on March 11th 2013, through PIAS Recordings (based in London).

So, we are in Pisces Season: the day before a Pisces New Moon in fact.

But not just any Pisces New Moon: because from the 10th to the 12th of March 2013, we had all five Personal Patriarchal Planets — along with Neptune and Chiron — in the Sign of Mutable Water.

Add in the Saturn and the Dragon’s Head in Fixed Water — opposite the Tail in the devil’s degrees — plus m’lady hiding up there in Cardinal Water: and we have a most witchy, most supernatural, and perhaps also most undercover of Grand Water Trines.

goodness me: what was our aryan anja up to?

Believe it or not, that was only the taster for our deeper undercover story.

Because our fourth journey will be entirely devoted to a second cover — an uncovering (and its alternate live rendition) whose every detail seems designed to bring an entirely new and somewhat more confronting meaning to the Capricornian Hill that is being ascended.

Until then: take care of every version of yourselves, fellow diggers.

There is more than enough Hermetic commentary buzzing around the Gemini-sphere about this lunation, and particularly its proximity to the most Demonised of Fixed Stars in the Skyclock.

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A Message To Aphrodite: From Medusa

hermes, my love: where is she…

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And thus, this time (and yes, not for the first time) Aphrodite wins out.

“But she doesn’t even leave her room.”

Sia (Furler) is a longtime wombat favourite — a Sagittarius Sun and Gemini Moon-Mars (and i’m going with Pisces Rising for the Mutable Trio) who you should know at the very least from Chandelier — and while I have spent some somewhat religious time with three of her albums in the past, “Buttons” was new to me until assigned.

Here was my other output from a week’s worth of solid drumming time, a teaser for our third descent into the Heart of our Fixed Earth.

In that impending burrow, I will walk you through the Fingerprints of our most lovely leonine — and her most favoured song — as an example of my new Reading/Plaything.

If you would like to know more about Fingerprints of the Goddess Readings, as well as the future directions of this humble Stack (and what lies beyond/below it) you might enjoy the below — which starts with a bonus old school germ theory rant on the Wholesome Astrology of the huntervirus.

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Fingerprints of the Goddess: The Devil's Degrees

Time to begin in earnest this shared journey into the Heart of our Fixed Earth, fellow diggers — do you have your manicured claws out…

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4 months ago · 5 likes · 5 comments · Isaac Middle

We spent the first stage of our descent retracing The Devil back through Rock and Roll “history” — fingerprints we found connecting the early departure stories of Robert Johnson, Nick Drake, Jeff Buckley, John Lennon and Kurt Cobain.

Where would be the logical patch of dirt to turn our manicured claws to next?

Seems obvious to me: digging below the surface of the astrological archetypes that we have consented to being the most Devilish, and the most Demonised.

Seasoned diggers will have one Fixed Star in mind, but let us leave her darkest story be for now (that is: for our imminent New Medusa Moon special).

Instead, we will start in familiar territory. How familiar?

Well, how about an over 2 hour (with a bonus Labrador-themed half hour for University Students) Burrowing?

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Burrow 1: Unveiling The Hidden Serpent (In The Sky)

HERMES: HAS THE HIDDEN SERPENT BEEN SATISFACTORILY UNVEILED…

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That’s right, the Celestial Serpent aka the Heavenly Headphones aka Luna’s Nodes aka the Ascending and Descending Eclipse Points.

If you would like my core 7ish-minute thesis (including bonus waterlogged sheep) on how we can best understand the experience of perhaps the most forebodingly-framed astrological archetype, you can skip right to “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dragon” here:

A robust common ground that stargazers of all stars and stripes can agree on is that the Lunar Nodes/Eclipse Points in Astrology are directional: we are moving from the South/Descending, to the North/Ascending.

In practical life terms, we experience a moving away from the Tail — and its Sign, House, and any Planets et al. that may fall within its orb — and experience moving towards the Head.

If you do believe in past lives and evolutionary soul progression, it is a logical conclusion that the Dragon’s Tail is what best captures the essence of who we were in our most recent experiential digression — and hence why we feel compelled to move away from it, as if on some fated and even predestined mission.

The South Node is also commonly associated with the essence of spiritual purification: perhaps because the loss and acceptance of something that is materially fleeting is essentially “spirituality”.

Bringing that together, this is where I arrive: an archetype is expressed in its most purest form when found on the Descending Eclipse Point (even if it also comes with a sense of diminishment).

And with that necessary context established, let us continue with her story.

Kate Bush was born on the 30th of July, 1958 (just over two weeks before another fellow Leonine, Madonna, in case you need some pop culture orientation).

That is all we know about the initiation of her incarnation (wombat-approved site Astro-seek has an untimed chart, unlike notoriously grubby Astro-theme who use a “C-Rated” 2.30pm chart they literally pulled straight from a blog post).

Which is fine: because a wombat lives for celestial detective challenges (while fixing up other people’s shoddy work in the process). For now, and until we designate one of our most lovely of leonine souls an exact incarnation time in a future burrow — we are welcomed to simply run with midnight of the 30th, right on the ding.

Why so welcome? Because it places Fixed Earth on the Ascendant, well and truly within the orb of our Devil’s Degrees.

Let us turn immediately to that Leo Sun: infused with the Spirit of Liberation from nearby Uranus — quite possibly also a channel for unnamed spirits, thanks to that Neptune Fixed Water Square; perhaps even a warrior for those same spirits, with her inner Aryan exiled and tamed in Fixed Earth.

One would be advised not to get on the wrong side of nor stand in front of a Fixed Sun-Mars Square once they are locked in: even more so, when that Mars harmonises with Hades (Kate is part of our first wave of Pluto-in-Virgo, which properly takes off in the ‘60s once Uranus joins the party).

And do you think she is a bit clever, fellow diggers — with Hermes there alongside Hades in their feminine domain, getting the harmony with Mars and Neptune rather than the fiery friction?

Aphrodite — ruler of our purely hypothetical yet utterly convincing Fixed Earth Ascendant — lovingly embraces it all in Cardinal Water, and even graces us with a sneakily spicy sextile to keep Ares happy, back locked up underground.

Finally (sort of): to that Moon.

The most mysterious of the Luminaries shifted from Cardinal Earth to Fixed Air at round 5am on that July 30th (and hence why you will otherwise be told Kate is an Aquarius Moon, when taking the averaged 12pm time).

So, either way, her’s is a Kronos-Ruled internal experience: attuned to going the distance.

However, may I postulate: does it not seem appropriate for this lovely leonines somewhat-severe Luna to be purposefully placed at the most visible and ambitious part of the sky?

Ok: let me try and make this argument delicately and respectfully.

That theoretical Exiled Moon would form a tight Cardinal Square to Jupiter in Libra. How to interpret such a Moon-Jupiter Square? In many possible ways (many being very helpful to the creation of emotionally meaningful music about running up small mountains) but this time Aphrodite gets her way.

Because, most simply, we know Zeus likes to make things larger and more exaggerated: particularly when he comes in on that angle.

And indeed — just like the very widely substantiated AstroTwitter correlation between Male appendage size and Mars-Jupiter aspects — we can imagine what influence the alleged Greater Benefic might have on Luna-Ruled body parts:

There is even more to that already Most Exaggerated Moon — because, hopefully, a few of my fellow subterranean travellers have noticed a glaring omission from this most lovely of stories.

“But are they, m’lady?”

So yes, please: excuse the obsessions of this Fixed Fire Sun when he stumbles across the fingerprints of not just another Exiled Moon… but one also Square the Dragon (at least I have a Moon-Jupiter Trine to ease off a few edges, as opposed to Kate’s eye wateringly “benefic” Jupiter-Rahu Square).

Purely hypothetical yet wombat-approved 12:00am incarnation time aside: we can all agree that the story of this lovely leonine highlights the futility of seeking to understanding the true trajectory of a story without orienting ourselves first around the Eclipse Axis.

And that was the ultimate practical teaching to be taken from the the two-plus hours of Burrow #1: forget the noise of those noisy gods, because an understanding of the true archetypal purpose of your incarnation begins with the Celestial Serpent.

Because even then, you would still be omitting from the tale our only real challenger for the most Devilish and Demonised of “celestial” archetypes — who is, of course, that lady who is said to dwelleth in the Dark Moon Apogee: the portal of our realm furthest from its alluring and entrancing influence.

Hmmm… within the Orb of Influence… but really nothing so obviously and overtly witchy.

“Fine.”

“I can explain that single minute as well, m’l-

So then: here we have a most lovely of leonines — or seemingly so, until we bring in that Mars-Neptune T-Square, Exiled Serpentine Moon et al. — who also happens to have the purest expression of the lady who dwelleth hidden away in her (hypothetical) Mars-Ruled 12th House of what is hardest to see.

And then, 27 years and one week later — that midnight moment that her most famous song was officially released into the Realm — we also find her on the degree of the Dragon: except this time on the Devouring Head, not far away from that purely hypothetical Heart of our Fixed Earth Ascendant, and exactly on those most mysterious of Devil’s Degrees.

“I’d rather do the sales pitch instead, m’lady.”

That’s right, fellow diggers, Aphrodite needs her essentials — and that means it is time for Wholesome Astrology Readings 2.0: Fingerprints of the Goddess edition.

I thought it best to sell it in person, and give you a bit of an update on how I think the final 3 months of our Serpent’s Finale will play out: including bonus hunter-virus commentary from your favourite conspiratorial terrain theorist.

If none of that interests you… well: please enjoy my own drumming tribute to her loveliest leonine.

“That wasn’t enough, m’lady?”

“Kate? To Cat? I threw it together at the last minute.”

—

—

A vicious smile, provoking the now familiar experience that The Trickster was not, in fact, in on the joke.

“Well… we know what Hades calls Cats — but there still isn’t much with Bush… they do have lots of it wombat territory… other things can be bushy I guess, um… look I don’t know what it has to do with you m’lady, but He might be crude enough to rearrange it into a hairy puss-”

The sound of manically unrestrained cackling echoed: not just around the Heart of our Fixed Earth, but up into the heavenly expanses of the Skyclock, and all the strange characters that might dwell there.

You do not need to be up to Galactic Warp Speed on the Cosmic Prelude to our journey: a flawlessly negotiated wombituary for perhaps the most Dreamy, Delighted and Delirious of Pisces 5th House (*whole sign) Stelliums in Simulation History.

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The Wholesome Astrology of David Wilcock (and/or Edgar Cayce)

hermes my darling, it is time: the final delicious days of the promethium revolution of our fixed earth home — tell our lovelies how she will be honoured…

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What you must know is this: if there is one thing David Wilcock believed in sincerely across all of his fragmented identities, it was that he was the reincarnation of Edgar Cayce…

…and that (to the chagrin of many) he absolutely had the Skyclock Receipts to back it up…

Here is some Celestial Synastry 101 — a necessary intellectual exercise for those whose with a Hermes still struggling with deciphering the intricately tricky workings of our Skyclock.

Most obviously, in the 5th of 12 Sky Houses, we have matchy-matchy Pisces Stelliums, both including Venus in her Sign of Exaltation — plus, duelling Mars in Capricorns (also Exalted).

But most significantly for our shared journey downwards is the Moon: also Exalted (honestly, the New Age community never stood a chance) and sharing the same degree of Tropical Taurus — nestled in the Heart of what you and I now know as our Fixed Earth home.

Also significant (although not for the reason your hazy minds are thinking) is that the soul of David and/or Edgar departed Hermes’ Simulation on 4/20 — not just the day of the greenest and stickiest manifestation of the Goddess, but also the start of Taurus Season.

And also, somewhat jarringly, the start of the “peak period” of the now infamous Season of Sacrifice.

As you can see in the bottom right corner, we start with Aries Season at the Spring/Autumn Equinox — with the “festivities” wrapping up to be timed perfectly with the Sun moving into the Heart…

“We do love our coincidences, m’lady.”

Hermes had no rational counter-argument to present, either to the central proposition or the continued use of profanity. Simply trepidation:

“So… who are they sacrificing t-”

“Hmmm… by using the example of another Man?”

Hermes stroked his most delicate chin.

“Well, if we are to keep digging the wombat’s hole even deeper — how about the Man most commonly attributed to first doing a deal with the Devil?”

Of course, Robert Leroy Johnson is also known (more famously and notoriously) for being a member of “The 27 Club” — and (quite possibly not unrelatedly) for having sold his soul at the crossroads.

Not surprisingly — considering this Taurean’s life is remembered almost exclusively through myth and legend rather than fact and evidence — we have no recorded birth time for the 8th of May 1911. Which is a bit of a shame, as we will never know for sure exactly where RLJ’s most witchy Sun-Mercury-Saturn-Rahu Fixed Earth Stellium was in the sky when he was birthed/spawned.

Nonetheless, allow me to place that most devilish 12/13 Degree Hermes at the most visible point for now (do they not deserve it?):

What little we know for sure about the life of RLJ can be reduced to three periods of time:

• November 23rd to 27th, 1936 — his recording session in San Antonio, Texas;

• June 19th and 20th 1937 — his follow-up session in Dallas (when he recorded “Me and The Devil”); and

• August 16th 1938 — as recorded on his Death Certificate.

Let us skip straight to June 1937 — and you can see why, because there is Venus and Uranus going exact at 12/13 Fixed Earth across the day: exactly opposite a 12/13 Fixed Water Moon at midday.

And thus, fearless fellow diggers, we find our first fingerprint: let us call it The Devil’s Degrees for now.

Before we follow those prints further through Rock and/or Roll’s herstory — leaving RLJ and his much debated soul in peace — let us do what is morbidly necessary and interrogate his soul’s (alleged) date of release:

Unlike our previous chart, there is no smoking archetypal gun (although Hermes will have you note the position of Mars, right on the degree of our proposed 15 Leo Ascendant).

In fact, it might take you more than a few interrogations — assuming you even thought to be looking — to find our True Black Moon Lilith point at 8 Aquarius, widely square that Taurus Stellium while exactly square his 8 Scorpio Jupiter. Which becomes even more interesting, when we find the same aspect a second time: now Jupiter in the sky at 27 Aquarius, exactly square his 27 Lilith.

Zeus vs Lilith; Lilith vs Zeus — what do you think, fellow diggers… have we found the real culprit(s)?

Permit me a few more cock and ball examples, before the ladies take over the show — because it should be no surprise how prominently the Heart of our Fixed Earth is revealed throughout R’n’R early-departure infamy.

Let us start with wombat favourite Nick Drake: another much-mythologised singer-songwriter, whose homecoming one Solar Return short of 27 has been much lamented by his growing legion of obsessed faithful.

Fear not, if that youthful mercurial countenance is new to you: the story of our lovely Nicholas will be given more than adequate attention in future Wholesome Astrology 2.0 burrowing.

For now, let us simply note the location of the Head of the Dragon, pulling him insatiably into the Heart — although not without dramatic reckonings with that Pluto, square at 13 Leo.

We will return to the rest of The 27 Club imminently — but let us keep the ladies happy, and bring in perhaps the juiciest and most luscious of stories ever to have crooned in our fallen realm… who at least made it to 30.

We will all require a shower if we dive too deep into that 4th House Scorpio Stellium… so let’s just note the Devil Degrees at the highest and most visible point of his story, with Rahu a mere 3 degrees ahead.

“At least let me show them where I was on that fateful day, m’lady.”

Kurt Cobain is the most famous contemporary member of the 27s (apologies to Amy Winehouse) — and we find Rahu in the vicinity again, this time with the Lot of Fortune bridging the gap:

At least making it past 30 (do we put that down to Zeus or Kronos?) — here is John Lennon, with an internally-and-eternally-contradictory Jupiter-Saturn Conjunction right on the money:

Can we find a success story?

Not sure, but here nonetheless is Mick Jagger’s 12th House Mars (square to a perform-or-perish 3rd House Leo Stellium For The Ages) — still fighting/shagging off death even to this decrepit day:

There is more, of course: but hopefully the case has been made that there is something to these “Devil” Degrees worthy of further investigation.

And investigate further we will, fellow diggers: in fact, the subterranean significance of these degrees will be the soul focus of this humble ‘Stack going forward — and/or whatever alternative 3rd House platforms may soon be required to continue Wholesome Taurean Communications into our imminent New Outer Planet World Order.

For now, let me leave you with one final fingerprint (and, if I have have you hooked, some musical homework to prepare you for our next descent).

In fact, this fingerprint is more of a Celestial Blueprint: for understanding not just the individual traces and fragments that the Goddess has left behind — but also the individual plans that she has for each of us.

“Welcome back, your Grace.”

Zeus, somewhat sulkily:

Hermes reacted instinctively:

“We could not continue our Countdown-”

(Wombat note: m’lady has allegedly agreed to Hermes’ request to refrain from profanity)

“-without you, my Grace.”

“We did warn them this time…. no, we always warn them, we have laid out The Plan meticulously, we have long told them the truth is already out there, but actually inside, and they carry on heedless, waiting for a magic trick to come from above not rising up from within, the silly silly hybrids!”

The Psychopomp clasped at his mouth, appalled at the sudden outburst of raw emotional intensity mixed up with fiery, wounded vulnerability.

Where are my manners: happy (belated) Scorpio Full Moon, fellow diggers and intrigued onlookers!

Our annual FAFO lunation might sting a bit ouchier and cut even deeper than usual: aside from that menacing (let’s take the edge off with yellow) T-Square to a stationing Pluto now lurking in place in the collective shadows, we have ruler Mars advancing through the deep fiery furnace of his favoured domain, less than a week away from a conflict with an exalted and righteously protective Jupiter — while Mercury has found the wounded embrace of Chiron up ahead.

Yes, traditionally: she is considered in her worst dignity when fluctuating through fixed water…

…but riddle me this, fellow diggers: could an afflicted moon not be a blessing, if it is indeed true that she is after our souls?

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A Message To Aphrodite: From Medusa

hermes, my love: where is aphrodite…

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4 months ago · 7 likes · 3 comments · Isaac Middle

Hermes snapped back into attention:

“9pm on the dot on the Evening of Kronos, m’lady: with Prometheus now across the cusp with Aphrodite in my domain — a definitive exclamation point that we are leaving behind the disruptive influence on our Earth’s Heart; placing the top of the sky just ahead of Selene — reinforcing the transition of His Star into the Maiden’s domain; but most importantly m’lady — so as to place you on the Ascendant.”

“Silly, silly little connivers, m’lady.”

Zeus gave his former “celestial” companion a suspicious side eye.

“With Selene now across the Dragon’s Tail and fully illuminated in Feminine Ares, the Serpent has been temporarily broken: we now wait (if you can call negotiating Mars Square Jupiter on Star Wars Day waiting) until it restarts on May 10th (which also provides a lovely sextile from Jupiter to our Fixed Earth Sun, the best day of the month to start something nice) — but really until the May 16th Taurus New Moon on m’lady’s star Algol, before I return home the next day to greet Prometheus, and my goddess the tricks you will see then-”

Hermes grimaced — that growing sense of deep wounding now becoming undeniable.

The Psychopomp, for the second time in his archetypal existence, burst out into ugly tears.

Hermes pulled themselves out of the emotional purge with the sudden realisation that a profound ending had arrived.

The Greater Benefic felt an ice cold chill in his bones, but complied nonetheless:

*entirely conditional on approval by Master, whose final judgement and its existence beyond space and time cannot and will never be revealed to any lesser god or mortal hybrid

—

a most devious pause, as the sound of what could be mistaken as a bow being drawn seemed to permeate of the heart of our fixed earth

—

Zeus drew on his last remaining reserves of Exaltation.

—

—

—

—

—

—

“We have, for however longer His thoroughly compromised platform tolerates the wombat, assigned the final quote block for the Wounded One, he whose sacrifice will be eternally remembered, the final key to unlock the Skyclock and the Realm itself…

hermes my darling, it is time: the final delicious days of the promethium revolution of our fixed earth home — tell our lovelies how she will be honoured

“Through a most clever and tricksy story that reveals a side of her never seen before, m’lady: a story through her most desired degrees, her most select stars, her most celebrated songs — one song in particular, oh yes — but more importantly, how our lovelies may find themselves in her story… and how their own stories will never be the same.”

Where to start such a story, fellow diggers?

Well, that was the question… until the last 72 hours made the choice clear (if somewhat unfortunate).

At approximately 11am on the 20th of April — aka 4/20, aka the day of the exact Mercury-Mars-Saturn conjunction, aka the official first day of ex-Satanist Mark Passio’s now infamous Occult Season of Sacrifice — the soul of one David Wilcock made its final decision.

Who was that soul?

Opinions within the Ascension-leaning Conspirituality Community will (and are) differing wildly: perhaps one of the purest Piscean souls to ever enter our Fallen Realm finally used up his reserves of spiritual protection; or perhaps, and less charitably, one of the slipperiest of New Age Grifters to have done the same.

Let it be stated up front that your humble wombat is far from an objective voice here: David is and always will be an OG, and was (alongside long-time favourite Alternate History Gatekeeper Graham Hancock) fundamental in my own escape from the Chosen Trap.

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A Species With Amnesia... and Baggage.

How do you deal with writer’s block? Personally, I enjoy repackaging old pieces with a shiny new bow so I can go back to checking Telegram for any breaking news out of Arizona…

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4 years ago · 17 likes · 24 comments · Isaac Middle

The audiobook of “The Synchronicity Key” — his second book after the more lauded Source Field Investigations — accompanied me in my initial trepidatious 8 hour country drives from my pre-Uranus-in-3rd-House city locality of Perth, to the far more lush and Taurean surrounds of the South Coast town of Esperance. The case was indisputable: a studious and meticulous weaving of alternative history, witty anecdote and pristine perennial spirituality that only that peerless 5th House Pisces Stellium was capable of cascading down upon us.

Follow-up “The Ascension Mysteries” was not that book — the first half was a gripping if gratuitous early life trauma re-telling/exorcising; the second half was profound insight littered with hit after hit of exhilarating Space Porn that gave justice to its subtitle (“Revealing the Cosmic Battle Between Good and Evil” lolz) but that a practicing Geocentric Astrologer can no longer take seriously.

Nonetheless: at the time that I was reading it — across the entire final stage of my Religious Journey that was a two week pilgrimage to the Chosen City of Haifa — it was the most gloriously transgressive final nail in His coffin.

But Wilcock was far more than his books, and is now far more known for his prodigious broadcasting output — over 300 individual episodes of Wisdom Teachings and Cosmic Disclosure on Gaia, and then his weekly livestreams that rarely failed to breach the three hour mark.

How did he do it? That would be Mars: in Hermes’ 3rd House of Devices, Downloads and Divination — also Exalted in Capricorn, at his most sustained and durable — and also plonked a few degrees from the insatiable appetite of the Ascending Eclipse Point.

And… there is Chiron, the release point, in the House of Work and Service — where his Nobility remained, dying for his Duties until the end… until the Sacrifice was complete.

Wilcock didn’t look great in his final stream: as compelling as his cryptic warnings and vague allusions now stand in hindsight. In fact, he hadn’t looked great for a few years, which is ultimately why I stopped watching him (fellow diggers are aware I have a high tolerance for the Diehard Qtard when it is done with excellence, and no-one can dispute he was one of the best).

The breakup of his marriage and financial struggles were well known, and many a lonely and dependent man in such a position has taken the obvious option — and we can see these struggles very clearly in his Astrology.

Find the Greater Malefic Saturn in the 8th house of other people’s resources — all those ruthlessly inescapable karmic and material debts — opposite a slippery and self-deceptive Neptune in the second house of Finances and Self-Worth.

And that’s before we get to the role of one Corey Goode, who you can take to the bin as a Certified Wombat Scumbag-

Oh yeh… and there is this thing going on at the same time:

So, we are rightfully suspicious that shenanigans are afoot: and, given the current malefic nature that the Realm is displaying — and on the day of a Double Malefic conjunction — it is only natural to assume any shenanigans to be nefarious.

But how the fuck would we know? And, it goes without saying: what would I know about the condition of David Wilcock’s soul as its Pisces Stellium almost certainly Sparked Up one final time on the morning of 4/20?

What we do know, if we look to the timed chart, is that his soul departed at the exact moment that an alleged Exalted Greater Benefic was rising over the eastern horizon — which is, in the midst of such Malefic weather, is about as hopeful as one can hope for:

And if we plug that into David’s own Celestial Story — we also find the Moon, right over that ruthlessly inescapable 8th House Kronos, amidst a range of other notable sky synchs that would suggest this exact moment was certainly no coincidence (and perhaps, by parties unknown, chosen very deliberately).

Of course — to go back to the question of the true nature of this recently departed soul — David himself would answer more simply: this was the same soul who incarnated roughly one century earlier, in the meatsuit we remember as one of the most influential spiritual figures in Simulation History.

Wilcock co-authored the above tome with the Quintessentially-New-Age-Named “Wynn Free” in July of 2011. Well, that soul is hopefully truly free now: because multiple online sources have confirmed that #wynning passed away on April 14th, less than a week before David/Edgar 2.0.

Wilcock has used his own Astrology to support his Cayce 2.0 claim — but I won’t bother to find that support, because it is obvious enough at the most basic inspection of their synastry.

And it is here, fellow diggers, that we finally reach the Taurean Heart of our story:

Those are matching Sun-Mercury-Venus in Pisces Stelliums — with Edgar getting Saturn and the Eclipse Point for good measure; they are also matching Mars, (goodness!); and, the real smoking gun (giving us 5 out of 5 matching Personal Planets), they are matching Exalted Taurus Moons, conjunct to the Degree.

As long-time fellow diggers know (and newer ones can digress here), asking whether or not reincarnation is real is somewhat missing the point of being trapped (allegedly) within a demiurgic soul trap harvesting system.

And so, despite as convincing a case as Astrology is able to provide, we will never know if David Wilcock was indeed the literal reincarnation of Edgar Cayce — and, indeed, that might be a fundamentally metaphysically misdirected question to be asking.

A better question might be, given it is shared so unmistakably by both of these objectively Exalted spiritual thinkers: just what is going on behind the archetypal scenes in these shared sections of the Skyclock… and, most pertinently, that 12-13 degree mark Fixed Earth?

Because, we must imagine, it is what is lying underneath these degrees that both Edgar Cayce and David Wilcock most come down to embody.

That is the deceptively simple entry point that will lead us down into the final parts of our journey — but for now, to finish Part 1, let me hand back the reigns so as to give full justice to the most mysterious conclusion of this most exalted (make of that what you will) of Celestial Stories.

“I need to know what happened, m’lady: did They get to him, or did he really do the unthinkable?”

..

A devious smirk.

..

Hermes paused, as if something had gone clunk inside their head.

“Wait… are you saying… but Kronos said I was to be the only Qtard remai-”

Hermes scratched his head.

“Seems a little strange, m’lady — “approximately 11am” would be the most rational and least tricky phrasing.”

A lovingly approving nod.

Hermes returned to his screen, relieved to be back in the comfort zone of his third house, and swiftly made the changes.

“Well… it would put the alleged Exalted Greater Benefic as exact as is programmably possible on the Ascendant.”

Hermes remained cynical.

“I know we have escape plans in place for the big Stars…”

“… but for David, m’lady?”

A grin — perhaps the most delicious yet.

Hermes felt a chill to his core: a feeling reserved for finding a trick better than their own.

“You don’t expect them to beli-

A most dastardly of pauses —

..

..

..

— and, finally, a sharp giggle:

hermes, my love: where is she?

The Psychopomp waved away the final traces of smoke, and reapplied his eyedrops again to be safe.

“She has been locked in her room since 4/20, re-categorising her entire music collection m’lady: still not talking.”

“She blames you for scaring away potential suitors by supernaturally sabotaging all her relationships and thus keeping her single her whole life, m’lady.”

Hermes felt a volatile rush of protectiveness, and snapped back without thinking:

“What would you expect with a Square to Hades whilst being hidden under the beams of the S-”

A smirk:

Glancing over the Psychopomp’s shoulder at the current word count:

“On the degree of your star, of course, m’lady…”

“… the most feared, the most demonised, but also the most misunderstood star in the h-”

Hermes, taking the jab on that delicate chin in his stride:

“In my system, we find Aphrodite in the final days of her stay back Home in the Heart of our Fixed Earth: preparing for a Desire-Liberating Union with Prometheus in three days…”

… before I receive both of them within a 48 hour period: just as Selene makes an exact Square from the degree of his Ruling Star.”

Hermes couldn’t help themselves:

“Please stop saying the word: our already diminishing numbers collapsed even further last post and-”

Stopping to gaze at those averted beady eyes:

…

…

…

Hermes felt a sudden and extreme sense of trepidation, but knew they had no choice.

“Well, I said I would [communicate a raw and unfiltered message to the Hybrids about the nature of the Aryan Adversary, and the ruthless and inescapable consequences of their evils], m’lady.”

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Wholesomely Foreboding Skyclock Forecast: The Serpent's Finale Edition

language warning, my lovelies; you will agree…

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5 months ago · 8 likes · Isaac Middle

and what did we see, my love

Hermes, trepidation overfloweth:

“Wwwhhhuuuuu wwwwhaaaaaaaa wwhoooooooopppppppaaaahhh whaaaaaaaaat are you implying, m’lady?”

The laptop slammed shut with a glance downwards from one occulted eye — and the Message was finally delivered:

language warning, my lovelies; you will agree

A familiar name rang out through the Heart of the Earth: this time, however — in ways both obvious and intangible — things were different.

The Psychopomp had just finished the paperwork from his first run of Wholesome Underworld Tours… and suddenly, the iPencil snapped in his hands.

“Rrrrrrreeee rrhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhh reeeeeuuuuuuuuight now?

A nod, and Hermes found himself in his former office: now lovingly decorated with various types of delicious flowers and flesh-eating plants.

Eyes still studiously averted:

“Whuuuh whoooouppppaa whhhuuuuere do we begin?”

*wombat stutter editing now in effect

“I mean… I’ve put a lot of attention, intellect and information towards the End of the Serpent Times trick…”

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Final Preparations For The Serpent's Finale

Happy Valentine’s Day, Fellow Diggers — may the trajectory of Aphrodite’s Arrows be ever in your favour…

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7 months ago · 11 likes · 7 comments · Isaac Middle

Hermes felt rarely defiant.

“I think it’s quite clever.”

Hermes, for quite possibly the first time in his archetypal existence, spontaneously burst into ugly tears.

Hermes — emotionally purged — felt a distinctly fresh creative force rise within him: one that emerged from a place that he could not quite see, and felt somewhat discomforted by.

“Even better: on the stroke of sunset on Monday the 13th, with the beautiful Star Spica ascending over the horizon, and as Lu-

“-crossed over her own Ascending Node, joining the other 6 Traditional Luminaries, thus officially re-activating our Final Serpent Time.

“Look at this beautiful chart: a simply gorgeous set of sextiles — including a Dignified Zeus and Aphrodite — the first glimpse of our New Archetypal World Order Grand Trine between the Three Subversives… and no Squares!”

Gently bringing him down to size:

Hermes snapped his fingers.

“Of course: Black Moon Llllllllllllliiiiiiugghhhhh-”

They shrugged it off and refreshed the sky.

Sheepish clicking:

“Almost perfectly at the Apex, and harmonised with Kronos and Hades… very clever, Lllllllllllllluuuuughhhhhhhhm’lady.”

“Ahh: well it would have to be Moonchild Standard Time-”

Hermes broke into such tortured stuttering that Fellow Diggers should be grateful for a decade of Academic Editing skills.

“Not Apoll-”

The Psychopomp gasped: inexplicably, the archetypal pearl clutching of the alleged greater benefic expanding inside him.

“But the wombat said we aren’t allowed-”

A giggle:

This time, Hermes found himself feeling protective… but had no time to even attempt to formulate a defence:

She paused, drew a long sip of blood orange juice, and — without any warning — released a thunderous belch that echoed throughout the Heart of the Earth and the cranium of the Psychopomp.

Wholesomely Foreboding Orange Flag #1: April 17th — Aries New Moon

“We kicked off in earnest as Selene crosses the Zero Point roughly 36 hours later — I made sure I was right there to ensure Her safety, m’lady.

Hermes paused, feeling his mojo returning, daring to glance up just the sli-

Regrouping:

“Six Gods in Ares, m’lady… these are unprecedented levels of Cardinal Fire.”

“We always look downunder first, m’lady: Kronos gave us the wombat for a reason.”

“She then moves over the two Malefics, and will seed with Helios on Friday the…”

Moving with the trick:

“The sssssssssnuuurrrrrrr-”

“She then moves on and-”

For the first time, Hermes detected just the faintest trace of vulnerability… and was suddenly mortified by his omission.

“Of course… right with Chiron — may his sacrifice be remembered.”

Wholesomely Foreboding Orange Flag #2: April 20th — A Most Malefic Message

“The Moon then moves on, m’lady: and so do I, of course. and then… well, what is there to say, m’lady? On 4/20-”

-the slightest giggle-

“-I hover over the two Malefics: as I communicate a raw and unfiltered message to the Hybrids about the nature of the Aryan Adversary, and the ruthless and inescapable consequences of their evils.”

Wholesomely Foreboding Orange Flag #3: Ap-

The Psychopomp sighed, unlocked his 3rd House, and brought the screenshot back up — waiting for the alleged greater benefic to finish Crossing himself.

“The entities they outsource their sovereignty to are one and the s-”

“The point — along with the hypocrisy, your Grace — is that it’s funny… and he will do it equally, to all of them, if they get in the way of The Plan.”

The temperature in the formerly-disclosed and hardly-celestial location dropped a few degrees — so noticeably that Aphrodite, always knowing where she was needed, popped her head through the door.

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Happy Aphrodite's Day, Fellow Fools

Not for the first time in the Undisclosed Celestial(?) Location, the name of the God of Astrology echoed through its cavernous and suspiciously subterranean surrounds…

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5 months ago · 9 likes · 1 comment · Isaac Middle

Zeus (now feeling as well as he had within at least the last 18 months) waved her away.

“A Planned war. How does an exalted greater benefic not understand comedy?”

“You mean your morality?”

The Location, as if functioning as a coherent organic entity, obeyed as one.

Glances exchanged, with Zeus’ Exaltation winning out.

“Enough of what, Persephone?”

And, as if as an afterthought:

The protective Cancerian instincts finally kicked in.

She took a long, unmistakably menacing sip from a glass of blood-red orange juice.

A laugh echoed out, inside the Earth — of such a delightfully sinister nature that stylised font would simply by insufficient.

And with the echo, Hermes suddenly felt an existential dread they had not known possible… and — inexplicably — a long dormant childhood stutter suddenly returned.

“B-uhhhh b-uhhh b-uhhhb-uhhhb-uhhhb-uhhhb-uhhh but I am the Messenger!”

“Whhh whhhuuu whaaaat if we made a deal to-”

A smile was enough to cut him off: born as if the most brilliant of tricks could no longer be kept in the shadows.

Another smile.

Hermes caught on first, barely getting his words out (wombat note: stuttering edited out for Venusian reasons).

“Zeus… wasn’t that Aphrodite before, at the door?”

“So how could this be Persephone?”

Zeus stopped dead.

Somehow, with silent moral support from Hermes, Zeus reached for the High Ground.

Zeus gulped, gritted and steadied himself… and said the unavoidable:

Her smile cooled the merest degree — not any more or any less than was necessary for the high ground to collapse — as she tilted her head just ever slightly towards the desk: never once losing eye contact with the alleged greater benefic…

… and an impeccably timed DING came from Hermes’ 3rd House portal, who diligently opened his Inbox. A gulp:

“From Kronos, your Grace.”

Another, deeper gulp.

“There is no message, your Grace. Just one emoji in the Heading: a hand waving goodbye.”

*Wombat note: there were in fact three emojis (👋🏼🖕🏼💅🏼) but Hermes was starting to feel his wits returning and lied correctly.

Ego deflated, the petulance kicked in.

Time for the final Trump Card:

This time, the smile warmed — and there was the sense of having to catch herself, just slightly, so as to reserve a deeper secret for a more appropriate time.

Diligently, if forlornly, again:

“There she is, my Grace, in Sagittarius united with The Mother: entrancing his Natal 10th House Kronos…

… another DING: this time, just a ruthlessly empty message…

…in a Grand Fire Trine to an Exalted Helios and the Leo Stellium.”

…

…

Zeus, again, feeling increasingly Exalted:

A glowing and manicured hand silenced him through his shoulder; a whisper into their ear:

The Psychopomp — mental clarity returning with a burst after one of the most disorientating two moonths his lagging faculties could recall — jolted upright: placing one hand quickly on his lap as the other flicked his MacBook open without missing a trick.

After finally catching on to the growing silence, he looked up and-

-dutifully, once averted back to his digital portal into the 3rd House:

“To what or whom does the Undisclosed Celestial Location owe this pleasure, Aphrodite.”

Zeus grimaced.

Zeus, who knew a True Statement when he heard one, was nonetheless sensing slightly less personal support from his third wheel invitation than hoped.

Zeus felt nauseous; Hermes, still averted:

“The Square to Pluto, your Grace…

… that isn’t Aphrodite.”

Zeus quickly crossed himself — just as a fiercely incanted cackling echoed out of the cloud of smoke suddenly permeating throughout the Heart of the Taurean Earth.

The suspiciously sweet smelling smoke finally cleared — and with it, finally Exaltation.

“It will have to wait, your Grace, he is already under her spell: that’s his Natal Venus-Pluto Square across Leo and Scorpio making the Fixed Grand Cross.”

More crossing.

“All that, and She is also his Time Lord until the End of the Serpent Times: more specifically, activating his Taurean 3rd House for his entire 38th Solar Return.”

Happy Persephone’s Day (check local guides as always) — finally — Fellow Fools.

Our Fool’s Moon today is in Libra, Square to Jupiter in Cancer (grant Zeus his exaggerated virtue signalling, if only for the sake of harmony).

The story of this Lunation revolves around ruler Venus, finally feeling good back home and simply gushing her way into your humble wombat’s favourite aspect: a Square (and a Fixed one at that) to Pluto in Aquarius — the astrological equivalent of ensuring that your underground cult dungeon is fully and lovingly saged and decored before initiation begins.

And yes, on this rare occasion, Hermes can be trusted: finished his retrograde in my Zeus-ruled 1st House, now direct and trine to the

in my 5th House, has washed me onto the shores of my new Piscean profession:

Over the last two years, I have been granted access into the life of a woman who to be reduced down to either a friend (to whom I have become housesitter and now transitory housemate) seems wholly unsatisfactory: as does reducing the story of her brief and tragic romance — across the end of 2021 to July 2022 — to just another wholly avoidable tragedy caused by the aryan-state-sanctioned injections… which emerged from the Time you and I know as the Second Serpent.

A particularly serpentine shared experience over the last month led to the gentle but hurried untangling of the astonishingly sad yet even more significant full story (which also happens to be somewhat disconcertingly supernatural) — leading to us spending a day recording on her front porch.

Remember those times I showed you how jibby jabs are the most literal manifestation of the Chiron archetype?

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Our Collective Chiron Initiation

Remember the April 8th Total Solar Eclipse? Weren’t they fun times…

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2 years ago · 15 likes · 19 comments · Isaac Middle

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The Wounded Astrology of Bobby Junior

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2 years ago · 18 likes · 15 comments · Isaac Middle

If you still had any doubts, you won’t after this — nor about the other ways that the wounds of the Wounded Healer manifests in our shared reality. I won’t say more than that for now—

—but needless to say that is what my April will be all about: as Persephone activates my Taurus 3rd House and moves further into her sextile to Jupiter in my 5th House, we will see what else The Empress feels necessary to share.