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Wrath of Neptune...
Oct. 8th, 2005 02:27 amOCTOBER, 2005
Mythic Prelude: The Wrath of Neptune
Welcome to October, 2005, when it seems this time around that many
things are hanging in the balance even more than they usually do in
Libra month. If you're reading this, and you rely on the web for most
of your news and other attempted truth, you already know that several
streams of science and prophecy are converging this fall toward the
icy premise that for Earth and her people, the moment of crisis is at
hand. In the view of some sober-minded observers who can by no means
be dismissed as doom pimps or ego-driven attention trippers, we have
passed the point of no return, and the best we can expect from here
on is the grace to bear as bravely as we can a cascade of natural and
human disasters that we can no longer hope to check, much less
reverse. The tough news, if these estimates are true, is that we are
like the soul in Rumi's "Full Moon, Bilal" (in Coleman Barks's
version), who says "I'm like a cat in a bag / lifted up and whirled
around overhead. / That's how much control I have over
circumstances." The good news is that we are still "In the hand of
love," and we are still in the bag, which for the moment remains
intact.
The question is not whether profound changes will now occur on our
planet and in our societies; nor whether the changes are coming now,
soon or next year; or even whether we will only roll with the tide,
or use our creativity and intention to cushion the ride as we work
proactively as awakened human beings to ameliorate the damage that
less conscious human beings have done. We are in fact in a galactic
scenario of signs and wonders. As Richard C. Hoagland and David
Wilcock wrote almost a year and a half ago in "Interplanetary `Day
after Tomorrow'?," the Earth is but one player within a sweeping
drama of transformation that now manifests throughout the solar
system in solar flares of unprecedented size and number, in huge
storms on the supposedly dead planet Mars and a surge of X-rays from
the equator of Saturn, increased global cloud activity on Uranus and
weather anomalies on all the planets. Some of these changes – such as
a 300% increase in atmospheric pressure on Pluto even as the planet
moves away from the Sun – are theoretically impossible. But they are
happening.
Like the contractions that come more rapidly now as the moment of
birth approaches, the warnings accelerate and intensify. Simon
Hunt's "Hopi Elders Say Earth Changes Are Upon Us," though first
published a year ago, is cited everywhere now as the chilling
anomalies multiply: tornadoes that spin the "wrong" way, the jet
stream descending from the upper atmosphere to touch the ground for
the first time in history, migratory birds that no longer fly to
their nesting grounds, salmon that no longer swim upstream to the
same spawning places, indigenous tribes who are no longer producing
children. Most human beings, focused only on their own questions
about where the good life went, if it was ever there at all, remain
unaware of all this, though they do notice events so big that they
can't be missed. The Aceh Tsunami. And still at center stage, the
agony of New Orleans and the American gulf coast.
Considered in physical terms, Hurricane Katrina is a matter of
meteorology and engineering, measured in how much damage winds at
very high speed can do, and how much pressure a levee can bear before
it gives way. In political terms, she's the focus of a whole
choreography of blame directed mainly at an increasingly beleaguered
and unpopular regime of government. In social terms, the storm
exposed the ugly racism of American media and society in general,
even evoking from some observers the view that Katrina's "purpose"
was to force Americans to face and negotiate the karmic debt from 500
years of racist hatred and exploitation. In economic terms, the bills
are staggering, reckoned in everything from still higher oil prices
to the costs of reconstruction. And there are other terms too, in
dramatic stories of victims, looters and heroic rescuers, and the
self-righteous speeches of those who always seem to know whom God
hates, usually movie moguls in LA, liberal media in New York and
homosexuals everywhere.
With these last viewpoints we are at last approaching mythic
territory, since one of the unifying ideas in all mythology is the
spiritual belief that human actions impact, and evoke responses from,
the natural world and the gods who rule it. Apollo drops a plague on
Thebes to punish the sins of Oedipus. Darkness falls at mid-day and
the earth quakes as Jesus expires on the cross. The Black Death
scourges Europe because there is no knowledge of God in the land. And
so on. How would our forebears in ancient Greece and Rome have looked
on Hurricane Katrina? Many of them certainly would have thought at
once about how many drachmas or sesterces have just been blown all to
Hades, and some would surely have said that the archons, the aedile
or whoever could have acted a lot faster. But there is one thing on
which almost all the people would agree: Poseidon, or Neptune, is
about as angry as he gets, and we had best figure out why, and what
we can do to placate him.
To those who think in mythic terms, the Earth ordeals of the past
year may wrench the heart, but they do make perfect sense. Neptune,
already surly and vindictive by nature, is incensed at the human
beings who continue to poison his home, and is happy -- if that is
the word for this watery, depressive character -- to deliver payback.
And the stakes are higher than they've been for a very long time.
Neptune is, after all, the ruler of Pisces. As the Age of Pisces
surges toward its end and the Age of Aquarius is about to arrive,
Neptune cannot be expected to go quietly. He never does. He will try
to flood the entire globe for mere spite, and dare his brother Zeus,
or Jupiter, to do anything about it.
So our purpose here is to look at our current and coming situation as
what we may expect as the Age of Pisces ends, and Neptune pushes the
qualities of the sign he rules to the point of extreme toxic release
and inevitable purification.
(--by Universal Festival Calendar creator Dan Furst)
Mythic Prelude: The Wrath of Neptune
Welcome to October, 2005, when it seems this time around that many
things are hanging in the balance even more than they usually do in
Libra month. If you're reading this, and you rely on the web for most
of your news and other attempted truth, you already know that several
streams of science and prophecy are converging this fall toward the
icy premise that for Earth and her people, the moment of crisis is at
hand. In the view of some sober-minded observers who can by no means
be dismissed as doom pimps or ego-driven attention trippers, we have
passed the point of no return, and the best we can expect from here
on is the grace to bear as bravely as we can a cascade of natural and
human disasters that we can no longer hope to check, much less
reverse. The tough news, if these estimates are true, is that we are
like the soul in Rumi's "Full Moon, Bilal" (in Coleman Barks's
version), who says "I'm like a cat in a bag / lifted up and whirled
around overhead. / That's how much control I have over
circumstances." The good news is that we are still "In the hand of
love," and we are still in the bag, which for the moment remains
intact.
The question is not whether profound changes will now occur on our
planet and in our societies; nor whether the changes are coming now,
soon or next year; or even whether we will only roll with the tide,
or use our creativity and intention to cushion the ride as we work
proactively as awakened human beings to ameliorate the damage that
less conscious human beings have done. We are in fact in a galactic
scenario of signs and wonders. As Richard C. Hoagland and David
Wilcock wrote almost a year and a half ago in "Interplanetary `Day
after Tomorrow'?," the Earth is but one player within a sweeping
drama of transformation that now manifests throughout the solar
system in solar flares of unprecedented size and number, in huge
storms on the supposedly dead planet Mars and a surge of X-rays from
the equator of Saturn, increased global cloud activity on Uranus and
weather anomalies on all the planets. Some of these changes – such as
a 300% increase in atmospheric pressure on Pluto even as the planet
moves away from the Sun – are theoretically impossible. But they are
happening.
Like the contractions that come more rapidly now as the moment of
birth approaches, the warnings accelerate and intensify. Simon
Hunt's "Hopi Elders Say Earth Changes Are Upon Us," though first
published a year ago, is cited everywhere now as the chilling
anomalies multiply: tornadoes that spin the "wrong" way, the jet
stream descending from the upper atmosphere to touch the ground for
the first time in history, migratory birds that no longer fly to
their nesting grounds, salmon that no longer swim upstream to the
same spawning places, indigenous tribes who are no longer producing
children. Most human beings, focused only on their own questions
about where the good life went, if it was ever there at all, remain
unaware of all this, though they do notice events so big that they
can't be missed. The Aceh Tsunami. And still at center stage, the
agony of New Orleans and the American gulf coast.
Considered in physical terms, Hurricane Katrina is a matter of
meteorology and engineering, measured in how much damage winds at
very high speed can do, and how much pressure a levee can bear before
it gives way. In political terms, she's the focus of a whole
choreography of blame directed mainly at an increasingly beleaguered
and unpopular regime of government. In social terms, the storm
exposed the ugly racism of American media and society in general,
even evoking from some observers the view that Katrina's "purpose"
was to force Americans to face and negotiate the karmic debt from 500
years of racist hatred and exploitation. In economic terms, the bills
are staggering, reckoned in everything from still higher oil prices
to the costs of reconstruction. And there are other terms too, in
dramatic stories of victims, looters and heroic rescuers, and the
self-righteous speeches of those who always seem to know whom God
hates, usually movie moguls in LA, liberal media in New York and
homosexuals everywhere.
With these last viewpoints we are at last approaching mythic
territory, since one of the unifying ideas in all mythology is the
spiritual belief that human actions impact, and evoke responses from,
the natural world and the gods who rule it. Apollo drops a plague on
Thebes to punish the sins of Oedipus. Darkness falls at mid-day and
the earth quakes as Jesus expires on the cross. The Black Death
scourges Europe because there is no knowledge of God in the land. And
so on. How would our forebears in ancient Greece and Rome have looked
on Hurricane Katrina? Many of them certainly would have thought at
once about how many drachmas or sesterces have just been blown all to
Hades, and some would surely have said that the archons, the aedile
or whoever could have acted a lot faster. But there is one thing on
which almost all the people would agree: Poseidon, or Neptune, is
about as angry as he gets, and we had best figure out why, and what
we can do to placate him.
To those who think in mythic terms, the Earth ordeals of the past
year may wrench the heart, but they do make perfect sense. Neptune,
already surly and vindictive by nature, is incensed at the human
beings who continue to poison his home, and is happy -- if that is
the word for this watery, depressive character -- to deliver payback.
And the stakes are higher than they've been for a very long time.
Neptune is, after all, the ruler of Pisces. As the Age of Pisces
surges toward its end and the Age of Aquarius is about to arrive,
Neptune cannot be expected to go quietly. He never does. He will try
to flood the entire globe for mere spite, and dare his brother Zeus,
or Jupiter, to do anything about it.
So our purpose here is to look at our current and coming situation as
what we may expect as the Age of Pisces ends, and Neptune pushes the
qualities of the sign he rules to the point of extreme toxic release
and inevitable purification.
(--by Universal Festival Calendar creator Dan Furst)
