Bear with me, because this post is going to be a bit woo-woo, as they say these days — linking timing, astrology, some seemingly random readings from a particular book, and a particular sabian symbol. Make of it what you will. Here goes.
Three days ago, I set up a chart for the much anticipated moment when President Trump was scheduled to speak, at 3:40 p.m, yesterday, his to be the final speech at the CPAC convention. That chart featured the Saturn/Mercury/Jupiter combo in Aquarius, beginning with Saturn, which the Ascendant/Descendant axis, moving at the rate of one degree every four minutes, was about to cross. See this post.
However, it turns out that President Trump did not arrive at the podium until 4:48 p.m. which meant that the astrology of the moment changed utterly.
Again, however, the Ascendant/Descendant axis was key, but this time the Aquarian group was not the focus; instead, the focus was directly upon the President himself, his enormously courageous, open-hearted Mars in Leo self.
Why do I say that? Because the Ascendant of this event chart is 27°00 Leo, which just happens to fall exactly upon President Trump’s original, first house, natal Mars at 26°45 Leo. Yes, yesterday at 4:48 p.m., the quickly moving Ascendant/Descendant axis highlighted Donald Trump’s natal Leo, so precisely that it was within 15′ of one degree.
Immediately, I was moved to look up the Sabian symbol for 27° Leo:
THE ILLUMINATION OF DAWN IN THE EASTERN SKY
Keynote: The exacting challenge of new opportunities at the threshold of a new cycle.
Remember that sabian symbol, because it’s going to be synchronistically relevant shortly.
One of my favorite quotes from last night’s speech was this one:
That remark. reminded me of a several passages I had just, as I was listening to his speech, seemingly randomly picked out, from a book on my bookshelf that I don’t remember buying: The Anti-Federalist Papers and the Constitutional Convention Debates, edited, and with an introduction by Ralph Ketchaam.
From The Federal Convention of 1787
Signing the Constitution (September 17)
On the last day of the convention Franklin made aa graceful speech, pleading with all his colleagues, despite their objections to some parts of the Constitution, to sign it as soon the whole probably the best that could be done by any convention of human beings.
Excerpt from his speech:
“. . . I agree to this Constitution with all its faults, if they are such; because I think a general Government necessary for us, and there is no form of Government but what may be a blessing to the people if well administered, and believe farther that this is likely to be well administered for a course of years, and can only end in Despotism, as other forms have done before it, when the people shall become so corrupted as to need despotic Government, being incapable of any other.”
I ask, are we not there now? Is it not time to begin again? Is not Pluto’s first return to its own natal place since this nation was founded vomiting up enough corruption for us to realize that we as a people, must be, in some manner, corrupt, too? More: is this the inner meaning of Covid? An opportunity for each of us to look deeply inside ourselves to disgorge the ugly shadowy hidden aspects of ourselve that needs to be brought up to the light for review, and cleared?
So that we may begin again? As persons, as a people, under our original constitution, as written?
“Just prior to the end of the convention . . . Whilst the last members were signing it, Dr. Franklin, looking toward the President’s Chair, at the back of which a rising sun happened to be painted, observed to a few members near him, that Painters had found it difficult to distinguish in their art a rising from a setting sun. I have said he, often and often in the course of the Session, and the vicissitudes of my hopes and fears as to its issue, looked at that behind the President without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting: “But now at length I have the happiness to know that it is a rising and not a setting sun.”
Yes, the Sabian symbol for the moment when Trump walked onto the stage, in his first public appearance since the Election Steal, and said, “Do you miss me yet?”
THE ILLUMINATION OF DAWN IN THE EASTERN SKY.
Yes, not a setting sun, but a rising sun.
Trump is in no way done. In fact, he has just begun.
Remembering his appearance on stage late yesterday afternoon, his entire visage appeared, to me, golden, radiant.