Remember, Remember: The First Week Of November

Gather ‘round fellow diggers, for the time is almost nigh

Of events long foretold, both on Earth and in the Sky.

A series of Booms, both shocking and scripted

But also, like those of nine dash eleven, programmatically predicted.

How to properly warn those with the eyes wishing to see?

While staying true to my pledge of Venusian Creativity?

Well: how else, but wholesome if slightly tortured poetry?

Believe it, or not, this is not the first time

A wombat has wrapped foreboding in the cover of rhyme:

Presidential Assassination Rhyming(ish) Prose

Time has shown that Curse to be but an inch from confirmed

(ALLEGEDLY)

Perhaps, it will be November, when it now finally returns.

Simply another coincidence that this year’s sElection Timeslot

Occurs on the day of Gunpowder, Treason and Plot?

The internet is now abuzz, almost to the point of being redundant,

With theories of imminent flags of falsity, this time widespread and abundant.

Indeed, a wombat has even made his own attempt to warn of what is coming

Albeit far more creatively, in the form of hardcore drumming:

May The Scales Fall From Our Eyes

That dodgy percussion was inspired by a 2012 short film, of both intrigue and suspicion

Surely the most notorious example of predictive programming premonition:

Mars Conjunct Pluto: The Owl, The Swift and The Goat

Notice the two Celestial Characters that I above discuss

One concerned with War, and the other with what Disgusts.

(yikes, sorry)

Their union at this year’s Superb Owl was basically heaven

Compared to their previous vicious clash on October 7.

And now… they return, again, to roll the life or death dice

This time in a stand-off: to be repeated not once, twice, but thrice.

The Martial Astrology Of The Next 6 Months

Now: Technical Astrology and Poetry may mix like elevators and farts

However, such is the situation, we have no choice but to now include charts.

Another nail in the coffin for the Divided States, I hear you wonder…?

Not quite — as this time, we must turn to the land Downunder.

The Federation of Oztraya was founded with suspicious timing, on stolen land

With the Eastern Horizon rising at the very last degree of Tropical Aries, The Ram.

Where does this place our showdown between the Planets of Do or Die?

That’s right, on the MC-IC Axis: creating an unmistakeable Cross in the Sky:

Needless to say, I have some questions for our Founders.

The picture darkens somewhat on the 8th Day of Month 11,

When the home-wrecker Luna joins Pluto, at roughly the Hour of 11.

And if we were to look to the Sydney horizon, at that very time,

There would be Luna, perfectly rising, as if giving us too perfect a Sign.

HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS?

There are more Foreboding Celestial Signs, I do fear to say

If you are still not convinced, or wish the full picture, I must point you this way:

So the final burning question, be in the States or Syd-a-nee…

Whether to stay and stay calm, or make haste and flee?

Far be it for a wombat, tucked away safe in his coastal burrow

To dish out concrete advice concerning events of possible great sorrow.

All I care now is for Venus, and where she would ask us to start,

And I imagine her telling you to simply look deep inside your heart:

To find first — within you — a place of balance, peace and harmony

And from there, the knowing, that you will be exactly where you need to be…

To Remember, Remember

The First Week of November