Merry Jingles! How's that elf improvement going? Is sugar plumbing the dance in your head? Anybody cracking your nuts? Getting the Claus off of your back? May the Presents be with you.

They just dug up what they think are the bones of St. Paul who was martyred in 65 A.D. during the reign of Emperor Nero. I find that quite appropriate as Emperor Bush fiddles while the world burns. Our era echoes back to the time of the nascent Christian church. When Lord Jesus was crucified, Pluto and Neptune were in the same Signs as now and Uranus was in the opposite Sign. This is why the Christian story is so up now; the echo is immense and it includes the Mary/Magdalene/DaVinci code stories. JC's supposed second coming echoes to his first appearance. The oppression of the early Christians surfaces in the unconscious of the now dominant Christians. In turn, as the Wheel turns, they karmically become the Roman Empire and Bushie must exhibit violence playing during global warming. It's a mad, mad, mad world and I reckon the Russians are coming too. The irony is that this is a lovely time. But lovely times get impinged by the unprocessed shadow. Shift is hitting the fantastic.

Not much new is happening in the astrology this week. Mercury enters Capricorn on the 27th at 12:55 pm PST. The Sagittarius cluster is melting and there's more groundedness available. Pluto dances in the Galactic Center which in effect is throwing people off center. The planet is coming off of Solar Center and shifting to Galactic Center. This is a trend over many millennia but right now the planet is awakening to it's greater neighborhood. More significantly people are becoming increasingly aware of other dimensions and the energetics of those realms. My readership and clients have been born to this, but now the world awakens collectively to multidimensionality. All the media that we use reflects this. There's nothing solid to it. It's virtual. Welcome to surreality.

Strangeness is oozing everywhere. Much of it is simply you becoming aware of how strange Creation is all the time. Yet there's some big jackals in the box that'll be popping up. The over satisfied feel as disturbed as the unsatisfied. Upwellings of mystery and madness happen personally and collectively. Maybe we'll decide that war is stupid in a real way. Maybe JC will walk on the sky instead of the water. I see Hillary running for president and Barack as VP. That's pretty strange historically, but could easily be normative nowadays. George Bush the Second has gone completely insane. There's a pattern that began with Lincoln; every twenty years, a president dies in office. W was scheduled, but he wasn't elected in the coup d'etat of the 2000 election. He was perhaps elected in 2004, so maybe the karma will catch up with him. Reagan was scheduled but didn't die from his assassin's exploding bullet. He was dead in office by dint of Alzheimer's. Bush is walking dead, a cypher meat puppet. But perhaps he'll go full on, certifiably nuts right before our very eyes. There'd be some poetic justice in that. Nevertheless, it is pathetic that our symbolic leader is a born again dead peckerwood. That's quite the reflection of our body politic. Bush will impeach his own ass and god riddance to him.

Please take time for yourself. It has been a hellacious year. Let it burn off fully. You don't need any residue clinging to you in the brave new year in our brave new world order. Keep your wits about you. Chuckle at your own goofy shit and everybody else's too. Laughter makes the best preventive medicine. There's a wonderful, calm warmth you can sink in to. It is your own being. No more, no less, no fuss, no muss. What the hell is muss?

Hark and Sing,
Mark