Bacchus on the 49th Yard Line

Chaos On Edge

On August 31st the end of combat operations in Iraq was declared. For the second time. Anyone can see that combat continues and the real end is a fantasy at present, if ever anything truly ends. Meanwhile, combat operations on US turf have begun -- the start of the 2010 election season. The kick-off this season has a particularly agonized and frenzied feel to it which reminds me of the orgies of Bacchus, often associated with the planet Neptune and its deluded intoxicated rituals geared to reach some kind of ecstatic state of being. I have difficulty seeing survival, death, war, peace, and the selection of leaders in charge of human society so closely linked with vicious sporting events portraying the less than dignified nature of man. But such as it is. I will be exercising self discipline this time around while I remove myself from the coursing currents of pain with no bets on the winners. The frenetic screaming and the emotional extremes, soon to be fueled further by the planets in Scorpio, are not for my system. It's a perfect time to pursue health and well-being, considering a new moon in Virgo. Nevertheless, it's reassuring to know that it's 52-48 at half time.

There was a spark of joy in the beginning of the last Presidential election, with Pluto at 29 Sagittarius, but not this time. Uranus is at 29 Pisces, and Jupiter has just arrived. Neptune is on the US moon adding to the confusion, longing for escape, return to savior worship, and the underlying hint of despair. Only 25% of the populace feels positive toward their legislators, yet these are the ones they will choose to lead them forth. Disappointing no doubt. Like a buffet full of inedibles when you're famished. The main leader, while recently extolling the virtues of his savvy friends, the bankers, is now vehemently against them and the middle class is his latest heart throb. Somehow it doesn't ring quite true and I believe the people are suspicious, even though he's successfully dropping his Gs all over the country's trails. A spurt of life came with the planets in Aries for a moment, but now that they're in Pisces again, a sinking sensation has returned. The frenzy is partly due to the denial of this reality as the crowds so desperately cling to the last of their illusion of great progress and fabulous reform. The planets will be going backwards throughout the season and genuine hope will probably be intermittent at best, but tinged by the Bacchanal. They go direct shortly after, which holds promise, if only to bring relief that it's all over. Joy is relative.

Adding to the excruciation is the new wave of Muslim hate in the country and why not? How many times can some say "Muslim terrorist" and flash images of threatening dark hued men before the public mind gets warped in that direction. How many bombed Middle Easterners can they see pictured on their screens nightly with accompanying gleeful announcements that we've killed the enemy? How much hate can a woodchuck chuck? You can blame the poor and uneducated if you like, but I see some connection to these specimens parading onstage in the lineup waiting to help us become a great country again, full of love and justice, even democracy, while frantically covering up the droppings of the last crew of criminals who led the charge. They act kind of like they're friends with them really. Blood brothers.

Further compounding the agony are the new medical insurance bills under the improved system and people are aware of the trap they're in. The walls close in as Pluto squeezes. Here again, the beloved legislators who devised the bondage are now begging for money, votes, and vital human juices. The screams are just beginning.

The carrot of tax relief is not exactly being dangled. It's being forced into the body politic seemingly through an orifice created just for this purpose. Jammed in rapidly with the deadline looming. The tax desperadoes are on a rampage, guaranteeing a worsening of the already deteriorating economic health of the people. The tax panic is exaggerating the chaos highlighting the inability to use clear logic and historical precedence. Nonetheless, a debate about governing philosophy (Jupiter-Capricorn) has been escalating and might bear some fruit before Pluto leaves its opposition to Jupiter. Even if people don't follow their persuasions or adhere to their principles, it might help if they know what they are.

And Pluto toys with US Venus in Cancer. Does anybody up there care? Desperate people are not always the kindest and most attentive.

I think society realizes that this election is virtually futile. The people's vote has become useless and the chaos circulates not only through the lower body, but through the upper echelons as well. Too rushed, too panicked, altogether too reckless for anyone who enjoys peace, harmony, and good governance. And it really doesn't matter who wins this game. In fact, at 29 Pisces, they could all be losers.

But as a whole, we can't lose, especially if we don't resist the truth of this baffling moment. If we let go of our delusions and accept experience as it comes our way. The failure of our two party system is clear and that in itself is a valuable revelation. The discombobulation of the current administration is also a picture to keep in mind. If they don't work out, they can go. Simple. We'll manage. We surely will.

It's easy to sense something deeper at work with the spiritual currents in play now. I can always refer to my broad perspective that has seen life's events work out perfectly, really, as the new moon in Virgo points out. Pisces teaches us to let go at times. The machine repairs itself and the painful incidents lead to pleasurable ones next. We're not in control of the speed pedal. Perhaps that's why the news is so artificially pumped up. Unfortunately for the perpetually thirsty, sometimes nothing happens for reasons of pacing.
There are unseen gears turning that guide the collective, although on the surface it can appear like stumbling, fumbling, and falling. None of the daily ups and downs, or even yearly, ruins the basic functioning and when events are good, they just are, and when they're not, there's not much we can do short of trying to understand them and listen very very carefully for instructions from the source. As well as allowing ourselves the freedom to revel in the moment with or without artificial intoxication. You can even scream for your favorite jackass.

There's not much reason to be terrified. It's too late. You took your chances when you came here. The flexibility of Pisces is terrifically useful as we bob about in the amnion. Everbody's lost, really, talking in squiggles. Disappointment isn't that serious. You know, as moms love to say, "It's not the end of the world." That hasn't been discovered yet.

Fill my cup, please.