The Astrology of the Orange Moonchild
A Visceral Adventure into the depths of the Wombat Hole.
It is fair to say I have made a big deal about The Orange Moonchild: the gloriously spicy union between Conspiracy, Astrology and Geopolitics, which I am officially declaring the Bottom Of The Wombat Hole (the point at which further digging seems destined only to damage the structural integrity of something very fundamental).
As necessary context: in 2020, after going through a brief but wholehearted Qtard phase, I bet what I thought was a not-unreasonable amount on the Moonchild to lead a triumphant Orange Wave in November (most of that amount during the highly inflated odds in the wild weeks after the election and leading up to the inauguration) — NOT UNREASONABLE THAT IS given I had no idea that within 12 months I would have lost all three of my jobs thanks to the 1st Horseman of the Apocalypse.
This video — the third and for now final chapter of The Orange Moonchild series — is the culmination (exorcism?) of my journey into working out just how I got conned and who this most fascinating of Con Men really was.
I don’t have too much else to say about the video for now — I will be doing a series of posts that break down the Archetypes at play in more detail, teasing out some of the more technical Astrology that couldn’t quite make it into the final cut.
What I feel obliged to say is that — despite best efforts to keep things fun and lighthearted — this video isn’t intended for the faint-hearted digger.
While it wasn’t my initial intent, it may also feel like you are undergoing some sort of initiation (as it was for me when I was bringing the pieces of the puzzle together). This is because the subject we are dealing with is Alchemical in nature, highly Occulted, and perhaps even Supernatural.
I would suggest that 78 years ago today — on the 14th of June 1946 — a Spell was cast on the world by the Dark Jupiterian Sorcerer Class (i’m running with that for the time being) who choose to play God in our Realm: a Spell whose influence was specifically designed to be revealed at this present moment.
So, yes: one could argue that by bringing this Spell to the surface, by giving it energy and attention, we are doing the work of the Spell-casters for them.
Maybe. Here is my defence.
Actually, first: if we are doing Saturn’s work for him/her, best to do it properly and have a good fucking time, and boy oh boy do we have some fun across these 70 minutes and 8 seconds.
But there is a deeper purpose here beyond the memes, mockery and musical covers.
Firstly — as I did with Part 2, which was rushed out on the day of the April 8 Eclipse — releasing it on the Moonchild’s Solar Return felt like a necessary act of counter-trolling… and hopefully even spell-breaking.
Indeed: if I understand the nature of this Spell correctly, its effectiveness relies on successfully pulling off one final sleight of hand — not a cheap Magician’s trick, but a manoeuvre that only a true Illusionist can pull off. To remove the mystery of the trick is to remove its power (even if many would prefer to stay fooled, as the film The Prestige tells us).
I could be wrong about the trick (and the part of me that isn’t my ego hopes I am).
What I am more sure on is this: despite all the salacious rumours about what Crowley, Parsons, Hubbard et al. were really up to at the start of 1946, the Spell (really: spell) was fundamentally an Astrological one. Thus the best way to break the spell is simply by understanding Astrology: understanding that it is real, powerful and in turn dangerous if not used responsibly.
There are many reasons why Astrology is demonised, although perhaps the main one is the radical sense of responsibility (and humility) it requires of us to lean into the unique celestial role we have each presumably consentingly signed up for. And if you make it to the end…
Wait: I thought I didn’t have much to say? There goes the Mercury-Jupiter Square again.
Long story short: what I (and that 2nd House Jupiter) know absolutely for sure is that I still want my money back, Daddy’s Boy.
This has been a most fun and wholesome occultic (is that an oxymoron? It doesn’t matter, ‘occultic’ isn’t even a real word) dance into the wombat hole and I am ever so pleased you invited me along! Hippo Birdies to the OMC and may his presence be as entertaining as ever during this election. Still not voting. But I enjoy the show.
Fascinating.
I honestly don’t know what to think of Trump. He’s definitely a disrupter with a giant overblown ego. He’s also a product of the era he was raised in where powerful men were permitted to be grotesque bombasts and sexist a-holes who openly objectified women. I’m not saying it was right. Just a different age.
We also all do some dumb shit when we are young and think we are immortal. I know I’ve been less than humble quite a few times in my younger years. Especially before I stopped giving a rat’s arse about what people thought of me. I can’t imagine what an arrogant see you next Tuesday I would have been if I had had all the wealth in the world. Some compassion for Trump is warranted in this matter I feel.
I do wonder though if he’s the false ‘messiah’ as such, and has been raised up as a false hope to dupe the masses. But then Obama really fulfilled that role perfectly too, so who is to say?
The campaign against Trump seems genuine and the cabal do seem to be truly afraid of him. That’s enough for me to sit up and take interest but I’m also aware this could be part of the magician’s bag of deceptive tricks. They are known for playing both sides after all.
The astrology playing out here is supremely fascinating, to be sure. And irrefutably accurate. We just need to be careful I guess, to not make the mistake of filtering it through our own biases.
I agree now we can only sit back and enjoy the ride. A roller coaster is only thrilling and fun if it scares the crap out of you after all.
What a time to be alive!
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