The Astrology of Oblivion

What a delight Neptune is, with his glorious, undermining illusions.

A few months ago, somebody asked me to look at the case of an aging relative who was becoming ‘confused and forgetful’. We talked about it for a while, science, in the form of a kindly, but ultimately noncommittal doctor had no answer to the problem, nor any advice it seemed, except to “monitor the situation”. The fear was, naturally enough, Alzheimer’s. Read More

Orcus on the MC: A Real Big Hitter

Recently I had a conversation with Nate, he had read “Orcus” and wanted to share his own experience. The book spoke to him, he said, and indeed as he explained his many perspectives I could only agree, he was deeply connected with a positive expression of Orcan energy. One of the real challenges of writing… Read More

How big is your Pluto?

This is an interesting diagram which delineates the ‘strength’ of Pluto through the signs. With Pluto, stronger does not mean better, it means, well, stronger. To have sympathy with an energy does not always mean to have more of it, indeed, Pluto is subtle, deep and most of all hidden, so to have Pluto in… Read More

Orcus, ToC

I’ve been asked a couple of times for the contents of the book; here it is: Table of Contents Acknowledgements. Part I Mythology.  The Swearing of Oaths. Orcus the Implacable. The Etruscan Orcus and the Grim Reaper. Orcus the Wild Man. Hubris. Imprisonment.  Stacy Keach. Mike Tyson. Terry Waite. Nelson Mandela. Punishment. Unconscious Programming. Dehumanisation.… Read More

Mercury and Orcus

Here is an extract from “Orcus”, on the contacts to Mercury. All the planetary contacts are covered in detail in the book. You can buy your copy here (US), or here (UK). In my view, this is an uncomfortable pairing in the extreme. Mercury’s rather whimsical predisposition to flightiness suffers inordinately under the implacable dictate… Read More

Orcus, Vulcanus, Saturn-Pluto and Edwina Currie

Back in the late 80s I lived a rather feral existence as a busking, itinerant astrologer (of sorts), and I hung with the hippies, bad companies, clattered haphazardly about the long, dusty summers and tried not to get too embroiled in life. They were the good old, bad old days. Unsurprisingly, in those days, I… Read More