As we move into the age of Aquarius – who is Ganymede the water-bearer of the Gods – it is interesting to read this well-researched take on classical astrology
It’s a pretty gloomy prognosis: velvet fascism and private paedophilia. And it is worth reading parts 1 and 2 of this fascinating essay.
Ganymede is held in iron claws
His girlish flesh a boon to bogus feathers.
Sirius barks from below,
Leaping up at the water-boy.
It’s only for the gods that pitcher spouts ambrosia.
The wavy lines rearrange themselves. Now they form a swastika.
Our state will be policed, our peccadillos virtual
Now that the fish are gone.
Now for an aeon of bile, ushering in the dreams of Henry Darger,
For water can be dark, darker than air, darker than the clouds
That mask volcano fire, darker than the green earth.
A time for treading water,
Out of our depths. A flooded time whose beauty will be dark
And deadly as a stolen Porsche.
Ariadna’s frock clings to her hips, as black as jet.
We are imprisoned in the space we grow into
And the time we grow up in.
Will there be ambrosia? Not yet.
This age must flow through time as a deep black river
Flows from its source to its estuary, opening onto eternity:
A river of dark matter
With a microchip in the mind, a lord’s mind potent in that microchip.
Is this the end of humankind?