This morning, on my walk with puppy Shadow, we came across a construction site with two men working with a big machine. One of them caught my eye. I smiled, and yelled over the noise, “Welcome to Trumpland!” His face lit up. “YES!” he yelled back.

Not that I’m “for” Donald Trump, but I am for those who voted him into office, America’s forgotten ones, those Hillary called “the deplorables,” rural, non-college-educated whites, plus all the others, including immigrants, who labor daily, and long, doing the dirty work for the .01%.

And I’m for all of us who actually did find ourselves activated at a gut level, during this election season. For those, like me, who temporarily came down off my usual perch of detachment to argue passionately and long, not usually, “for” one side, but “against” the other. That’s what I did, being so utterly, and for a long time now, convinced that Hillary Clinton occupies what Julian Assange, in his pre-election interview with John Pilger,  called the “centralizing” position in the interlacing network that cements power into the matrix of bankster/weapons manufacturers/military industrial complex/big food/ big pharma/big medicine — big everything in the interlocking corporatized state that promotes endless war and that was, until Brexit on June 23, and now until Trump’s triumph on November 8, grinding slowly and implacably towards the so-called New World Order.

On this morning’s walk, an image came to mind, of a wrench thrown into the machine.

Not that Trump isn’t himself part of the 1%. Of course he is, or he wouldn’t have managed to become a plutocrat. On the other hand, he has not spent his life scheming and compromising to become the first female president, either. His expertise is business, not politics, which may be why he was able to slough off all the diatribes from the MSM media and other Hillary lovers and continue to spew out of his mouth whatever flashed through his mind.

And, I submit, what was flashing through that mind was channelled straight from the collective unconscious of the underdogs of America. Those who had been forgotten and trampled upon. And predictably, what came up was rage, fury, as the long damned energy of self-worth, self-value suddenly got unplugged, and rose to the surface.

Oddly enough, Donald Trump, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, was peculiarly positioned to be this mouthpiece, this channel, for the disenfranchised. In saying this, I point to three important sections of his astrological chart.

First, the silver spoon: 29°58 Leo Ascendant, Mars just behind, at 26°47 Leo. He is supremely self-confident, assumes leadership easily and masterfully. Plus, the final, 29th, degree of any sign is the karmic degree in which the lessons of that sign must be learned. And in Leo, those lessons directly conjunct the position of the fixed star Regulus, one of four royal stars, “King of the Heavens.”

Next, the ability to channel the collective unconscious: Born at full Moon, with Sun at 22° Gemini, Moon at 21° Sagittarius. Sun conjunct both the dharmic north node (20°) and Uranus (17°): sudden, unpredictable uninhibited spouting of information from an old karmic (south node) perspective (Moon in Sagittarius). He didn’t know what he was saying. He didn’t have to. All he had to do was stand up on a stage, feel the energy of the audience, and begin talking.

His ability to feel the energy of the audience?  Venus conjunct Saturn at 22-23 Cancer. Which also signifies his deep connection to his own family, as well as his connection to the U.S., which, remember, was itself born during the time when the Sun was in Cancer, sign of home, family, community.

Even more crucial, Trump’s Venus/Saturn in Cancer happens to be in a near-exact conjunction with the U.S. Mercury at 24° Cancer and opposite the U.S. Pluto at 27° Capricorn. That opposition in the U.S. chart has always signified, among other things, a paranoid consciousness, looking out for the security of number one in a world of threats. Trump was enumerating the so-called “threats” every time he got up to speak, and the disenfranchised were eating it up. They feel it. He feels them feeling it. He identifies with the U.S., sees/feels it as part of his family, and cannot help but want to “make it great again.” Just as he personally feels “great” with that Mars/Ascendant/Regulus combo in late Leo.

The U.S. chart also features Mars at 21° Gemini, directly upon Trump’s Sun! — in a wide conjunction with Uranus (echoing the conjunction with Uranus in Trump’s chart), in the 7th house, that of partners, whether friend or foe. The U.S. seems fated to feature technological innovation (Mars/Uranus) but whether or not that innovation will mostly involve weaponizing whatever it can get its hands on, or not — is a choice. We don’t have to polarize, to see enemies everywhere. We can work with the Other, much as Trump pledged to do during his campaign, and for which the MSM media ruthlessly pilloried him.

Putin can breathe a sigh of relief. The lady dragon is not coming for him after all. He sent a congratulatory telegram to Trump.

Oh, and by the way, in Trump’s secondary progressed chart, the Sun (which moves at the rate of one degree per year), moved through the final degrees of Leo, lighting up his natal Ascendant, during these very years of his campaign for president. The timing could not be more exact; nor could the timing of the progressed Sun’s move into Virgo, where it will reside for the next 30 years. Sun moved into workaholic, detail-oriented Virgo about three months ago. The years of Leonine flash are behind him. From henceforth on, he will work, and work hard, and he will do this for us, his nation, his family.

Note that his victory speech was notably muted, gracious, conciliatory, and deeply appreciative of all the people in his family who had helped.