Some Thoughts Concerning The Astrological Summer


Global Warming As A Natural Process


R.E. Prindle

 Great Year


Since we seem to need something to be hysterical about Algore has fixated us on Global Warming for the last decade or so. In fact, Algore seems to have started a religious crusade. It is heretical not to accept his version of reality. Just exactly what can be done about warming isn’t clear; oh, that’s right, electric cars.

Unfortunately, nothing can be done about global warming as it is a totally natural phenomenon that will continue for at least two thousand years. Our mathematicians should be able to calibrate exactly how many degrees the process will take.

Early astronomy then going by the name of Astrology had the problem worked out. If they had known what the problem was they could have provided us with the solution.

The problem is with the Great Year and it can’t be corrected; it can only be endured. Looking at the first diagram above you will notice a tipped over globe. That tip is known as the Plane of the Ecliptic. It amounts to 23 ½ or 24 degrees and produces a wobble in the orbit of the globe. Each wobble takes about 25K years to complete.


As with the terrestrial year of months the Great Year was divided into 12 units called Ages. So the Zodiac is one monstrously huge timepiece. As the globe wobbles seasons, as above so below, are created. There are Astrological winters, or ice ages, as we call them, and summers, or Global Warming, as Algore calls them.

If you look at diagram one you will notice that the ice age occurred when the pole star was Vega. So Vega is the winter marker while Polaris is the Summer marker.

At Vega the Northern Hemisphere was angled as far away from the sun as it can get; hence North America toward the pole was covered with a humongous ice sheet which over roughly twelve thousand years became thousands of feet thick. Instead of rising the ocean levels dropped exposing millions of square miles of new land.

Then, as the Astrological year progressed Spring arrived during the Ages of Virgo and Leo and ‘global warming’ began. The ice cap collapsed sending out huge flood waves that raised ocean levels to nearly what they are today. All settlements and/or cities located on the ocean’s marge were inundated under hundreds of feet of water. Oops, there went Atlantis.

Since the Mediterranean was occupied the residents fled the Great Flood for higher ground on all sides of the Mediterranean. The priestly class, obviously, headed for the Nile Delta probably settling at its apex near Memphis as it was called. It was there they built their memorial to what was- the three great pyramids setting these astrological clocks at the Age of Leo soon after the disaster occurred. All the astronomical sights are set for that Age. We are now five Ages past Leo in the midst of the Astrological summer. Spring has been passed.

The Age of Aquarius will likely be the equivalent of the terrestrial month of August; hence Aquarius should be an age of continuing warming leading to the Age of Capricorn cooling and hence to a new ice age or winter when Vega once again becomes the pole star.

Thus, as is happening now, for the next two thousand years at least the Northwest Passage will open and remain open; a couple thousand feet of ice or more will melt from Greenland. If as with the North Amrican ice sheet the ice of Greenland collapses then the water level of the oceans might rise a number of feet within a year.

Electric cars will not change the Astrological reality. We are talking science here, if you didn’t recognize it. The Great Year and its consequences are real. Live, love, laugh and be happy, don’t be hysterical. If you don’t want to move to higher ground now, I live at a thousand feet above sea level well prepared to withstand the Astrological judgment day, then be prepared to be flooded out, if you live long enough.

Just some thoughts.


Diagrams borrowed from:

Mourning Becomes Yoko

Part II:

The Passing Of John Lennon


R.E. Prindle

About John

This magic moment

So different and so new

Was like any other

Until there was you.


The King

To understand the sixties one has to go back in time to the foundation of Astrology.  In Time beyond Ancient, Astrology and Astronomy were one.  The very old gods and the sky were one.  It was only when science, a more clear understanding of ‘creation’, if you will,  removed the sky from the gods’ purview that Astronomy and Astrology separated.  Astrology in those days had meaning that is not apparent today when the sky is just part of our natural surroundings.

The Zodiac was divided into twelve periods of roughly 2000 years each which formed the Great Year.  The periods were called Ages with each Age having its own avatars.  The avatars of the current Piscean Age have been Jesus the Christ for the first thousand years, and for the succeeding thousand years Artemis or Diana in northern Europe and Mother Mary to the south.  Sometime within a few hundred years near the end of an Age a new avatar begins to form.

The first intimation of the dawning of the Age of Aquarius that I am aware of occurred at the beginning of the twentieth century.  While not the first, the chief proponent seems to have been Edgar Rice Burroughs and his creation, Tarzan The Ape Man.  Not one to

The Prophet- Edgar Rice Burroughs

be dogmatic Burroughs left his intent open only to, dare I use the word again, the initiated.

Tarzan is timeless, he represents the past, being associated with the Atlanteans and the range of evolution, the present and, as the exemplar of the perfect man, the future.  While rejecting organized religion Burroughs also rejected the Piscean avatar, Jesus The Christ in favor of the coming man-god.  Thus the coming man-god must be a projection of the Aquarian avatar.  Tarzan, a magnificent specimen is both physically and mentally the perfect man and hence representative of the future Aquarian man-god.  Do not confuse the movie Tarzan with the literary creation of Edgar Rice Burroughs.

The longing then for a new messiah had been developing for half a century, at least,  when circumstances came together for the appearance of a new avatar pointing toward the Age of Aquarius.    This manifestation appeared on the stage of Ed Sullivan, in of all places, New York City.  It was the Tupelo Mississippi Flash himself, Elvis Presley.  In that brief magic moment on Sullivan’s stage he revealed himself and was recognized by his people.

Interestingly the appearance on 10/9 coincided with the birthday of John Lennon.

In that moment Presley’s future was cast.  Whether the old order recognized who he was they knew how he was perceived and made every effort to slander, denigrate and destroy him short of actual murder.  All to no avail.  They might have been able to kill him, murder him, but he was inviolable to any defamation.  It made no difference that they ridiculed him in a couple dozen fatuous films, he was the man-god.  People endured his humiliations with bowed heads and resentful miens.

From him succeeding generations  have taken their guidance.  The first awe struck generation took the stage in direct emulation of him.  While many had better songs (Gene Vincen’ts Be-Bop-A-Lula) none of the generation were anointed thereby developing a devoted following in the magnitude of Presley.

Elvis was not the last word but the first in what will be a procession.  While the American Pharisees persecuted and scattered the faithful a new, younger generation was growing up in Elvis’ shadow.  Their epiphany, that Magic Moment, would take place on the same Ed Sullivan stage in that same strange city of destiny, NYC, nine years later.

The gestation of this second manifestation of the godhead would take place in Liverpool, England.  Inspired by Elvis Presley four young men of the second manifestation would be filtered through the persona of a young Scottish musician named Lonnie Donegan

The Geat Lonnie Donegan


When the settlers from the British Isles settled America they brought their musical traditions with them, most prominently to the Southern tier of States.  Thus both the White and Black musical traditions of America stem from essentially the Celtic peoples.  In the mid-fifties Donegan brought this music in the form of American Folk back to England in a form he named Skiffle Music.  It swept England and its youth up being combined with Presley.  Donegan added a ferocious beat to the music that evolved into the form termed the Big Beat.  Thus the British musicians were schooled in American music as it had evolved from their own.

Now, the Magic Moment requires the man who has been prepared for the moment.  If all goes right he is equal to his destiny, if not the moment fails.

While Presley was the man, the second avatar would be four men seemingly acting as one.  The four men seemed to represent four archetypal personalities as in the four faces of the godhead.  Those of us who didn’t ‘get’ them, of which I was one, were mystified by their apotheosis.

Just as Elvis had his unique preparation  so did this fabulous foursome.    Raised as four ordinary kids from varying levels of poverty and varying psychological backgrounds they were united by the music of Presley and Donegan.

They began a grueling and astonishing apprenticeship in the red light district of Hamburg, Germany.  Unable to speak German they were thus compelled to rely on each other for companionship which created a unique bond.  They were required to be on stage for up to twelve hours at a stretch for weeks at a time thus honing their musical skills apparently to perfection.

The Beatles

Thus the four aspects of humanity, one might say, were placed in a unique situation creating a unique combination of personalities seemingly as one.  In those circumstances they were forced to be able to communicate instantly with their audience night after night.  Valuable training.

Returning to Liverpool with their abilities seemingly uniquely developed they were adrift with no direction home and no other future than earning their livelihoods as best they might.  But then, as by a miracle, a man appeared with no managerial experience who said he could take them to the top.  Amazingly he got them launched.  Even more astonishing they were assigned to perhaps the only record producer in the world who could bring out their unique talents.  Thus this Fab Foursome took their home British Isles by storm succeeding as no other had succeeded before them but their Magic Moment, that lunge for the Golden Ring had not yet arrived.

The Magic Moment was awaiting them in NYC.  A big jetliner brought the foursome to America’s shores in January of 1964 to appear on the Ed Sullivan show where they were to stand in Elvis’ footsteps so to speak.  The difference in presentation between the two  is interesting.  With Elvis, he and his backing duo were standing in front of the drawn curtains on the edge of the stage, no set, his two band members were huddled behind him while the guitar player is turned sideways not even facing the audience.  Presley is directly in front of them cavorting on a minuscule part of the stage.  Mort Sahl would do his standup routine a few years later in the same manner with a newspaper as a prop.


In contrast the Beatles were given an open stage with decor behind them while the group was spaced dramatically and attractively.  A very positive image which from long experience they knew how to take advantage of .  But the appearance on the Sullivan stage merely confirmed their Magic Moment placing it indelibly in the American psyche.

The actual Magic Moment occurred when the Beatles announced themselves on the tarmac.  Gods descending from the skies.  For

John Lennon

whatever reason there were thousands of screaming girls awaiting them and a battery of newsmen and photographers.  Some say the girls were bussed in, it isn’t unlikely that the astute promotion men of Capitol had a hand in the arrangements, but on the receiving end of the tube it looked genuine.  Mystifying but genuine.

Posed a bunch of questions by the news cameras all four Beatles fielded them with aplomb, the cheekiest and most confident acting was John Lennon himself.  All four personalities established themselves at that time as one- the Beatles.  In that little flash of time the role of the Beatles was established for all time.

While each individual Beatle was adored for the face of mankind he presented each had only an identity as an aspect of the Beatles.  When they split they became merely humans rising or falling based solely on the musical merits.  Of the four, Lennon adopted the messianic mantle, was accorded it, and took it when he left.  In one sense the Magic Moment had been his.

There would be argument about when the Beatles began to break up over the years but the when was coincidental with their annunciation.  John Lennon was the weak link in the chain.  Having now won what he had been struggling for for so long John Lennon discovered he wasn’t worthy.  Incredibly he wrote, and the Beatles recorded his song, ‘I’m A Loser.’  He was a loser, not the winner he appeared.  Now conflicted he tried to both accept and reject the role of  ‘messiah.’  He was well on his way to losing the role two short years later in 1966.

The course of his career was affected by two people, Bob Dylan in 1964 and Yoko Ono in 1966.  Historical ifs are difficult.  It seems impossible that Bob Dylan’s career would have been possible without the overwhelming success of the Beatles.  Dylan lacked commercial appeal then as he does now.  He appealed to a minority audience- as opposed to the majority audience of the Beatles.  Dylan lacked universal appeal then as he does now.

While the Beatles were one as a group they were two as the songwriting team of Lennon-McCartney.  Since 1962 they had been turning out a steady stream of million sellers both for their own use and that of others.  They were catchy tunes in the Tin Pan Alley manner that could be sung and whistled but very introspective at the same time.  Dylan on the other hand wrote tortured introspective lyrics that resisted anything close to whistling or a Mitch Miller singalong.

Bob Dylan

Dylan considered his stuff amazingly thoughtful and profound.  He apparently put himself in the same class as Elliot and Pound.  He fooled most of his audience for a long time too.  The Beatles for whatever reason became the top news story of the day; for months they either were, or seemed to be, on the news every night.  Seriously, one had to ask:  What’s Going On?

Just as mysteriously Dylan began getting the same treatment.  Now, the Beatles were selling unprecedented millions of records on both sides of the Atlantic, at one time occupying the top five spots of the Top 10.  Dylan was doing diddly squat with his tortured lyrics.  He wasn’t selling records in any quantities  while having essentially a cult following.  Now, mysteriously he began to be given the same treatment as the Beatles.  Time Magazine sent a reporter to interview him on camera.  Dylan imitated the Beatles by giving smart ass answers.  The Time reporter took his jibes seriously.  Sitting out in front of the tube my eyebrows shot up.  What is this?  The rest of the world went wild in their applause of the Beatle’s and Dylan’s cheekiness.  God, they were giving the finger to the Greatest Generation.  The latter may have crushed Elvis but these boys were getting their own back.

Maybe Dylan got the attention because he was the only American act available, to balance the relative status of Britain and the US.  Perhaps in the emerging racial politics of the time he was offered as Jewish competition to the great goy champions of Elvis and the Beatles.  He entered the Beatles’ life in August of ’64 when the Jewish journalist Al Aronowitz took it upon himself to introduce him to the four-in-one.  The meeting was more momentous for the Beatles than Dylan.

The story goes that Dylan introduced the boys to marijuana at that meeting.  More importantly he lectured Lennon-McCartney on songwriting.  Dylan told them in effect that they should stop writing hit songs and write the pretentious crap he did.  Now, consider, the Beatles were incredibly successful at what they wrote, Dylan couldn’t do what they did and what he did do couldn’t compete in the marketplace with the Beatles.  I mean, they should have been lecturing him, but they didn’t while accepting his viewpoint at the same time.  They listened to the little twerp and fell under his infuence to begin trying to imitate him.

The imitation was not very good but as the current avatar of the messiah the Beatles were industructible,  as the leader, for whatever reason, John Lennon was accorded the role of messianic leader, a role that he took quite seriously.

While the Beatles had always used various pill forms of speed or amphetamines after Dylan’s introduction to pot they quickly expanded their repertoire to include Acid or LSD.  The other three seem not to have been so conflicted in their personalities not becoming as drug dependent as Lennon.  He claims perhaps with exaggeration, perhaps not, to have taken LSD thousands of times in the next few years.  Under the influence of LSD his personality already distressed by the transition from failure to success disintegrated completely.  As he says, he lost his ego totally.

If so, adrift, he was open to a strongly directed personality to manage his.  This personality appeared in 1966 in the person of  Yoko Ono.  She quickly commandeered his personality displacing his British wife, Cynthia.  It would be two years before Lennon divorced Cynthia but he left her a year earlier.

Since signing with Brian Epstein as their manager the Beatles had had an ideal artists arrangement.  Trusting him they left the business details to him which allowed them full time to devote to their creative efforts.  If they needed money they asked for it while all business details such as negotiations, titles and even check writing were handled by Epstein so that the Beatles had no worldly business experience.  In 1967 Epstein died.

With Brian gone the Beatles were left rudderless with no one they could trust to manage their corporate and personal  finances.  Forming Apple as their business alter ego they attempted to manage their affairs themselves resulting in a business regime of such dissolute ineptitude that it has been referred to as The Longest Weekend.

Having attached herself to Lennon, Yoko Ono now tried to insinuate herself into the group as the ego of John Lennon.  Thus the group would have been comprised of McCartney, Harrison, Starr and Lennon-Ono.  A clear impossibility, the Beatles would be dissolved.  As the avatar of the sixties the era had no choice but to disappear along with them.

This was now the late sixties.  The world as it had been , the world that gave birth to the Beatles c. 1960 had all but disappeared.  Blown away in the wind, so to speak.  Just as the sixties called for the Beatles as the messiah of the period so it called forth its anti-messiah of satanism.  In 1966 Time Magazine’s cover story was Is God Dead?  A title that offended Bob Dylan who petulantly asked:  How would you like to be talked about like that?  Right.

Stones With Brian

In 1966 Roman Polansky began filming a movie titled Rosemary’s Baby that actually portrayed the birth of Satan’s child.  The story took place in the future home of the Onos- The Dakota Apartments.  And then the Rolling Stones released their rather bizarre record, Their Satanic Majesty’s Request with its famous song Sympathy For The Devil.  Right about then the Broadway musical Hair was staged that celebrated the Dawning Of The Age Of Aquarius.   Synchronicity?  Not a bit.

As the messiahs had abdicated it remained for the anti-messiahs the  Rolling Stones to place the epitaph on the period which they did in 1969 at Altamont.

However John Lennon as the messianic figurehead was rescued by Yoko Ono.  As an unsuccessful performance artist now with Lennon’s audience and financial clout to realize her wildest fantasies she, using Lennon, organized some of the most outrageous extravaganzas that catapulted she and Lennon onto the world stage playing messianic figures.  The Bed-In was the most jaw dropping stunt since flag p0le sitting.

John And Yoko

Part III will consist of the career of the Ono-Lennon’s to John Lennon’s death in 1980 and perhaps a little beyond.  There’s some really interesting stuff involving John Green and a possible associate, Sam Green.   The latter is an interesting story.



A Review

Beyond The Farthest Star


Edgar Rice Burroughs


Review by R.E. Prindle

There’s a kind of a hush all over the world.

     Sadness all over again.  The agony of another world war.  Tears and sorrow.  One would say that it was with a weary pen that ERB wrote the tale of dreary events to come were it not for the fact that he claimed that the story was transmitted across the eons from the farthest star as his typewriter keys  began mysteriously clacking by themselves.  One almost believes him as the story was completed in only eleven days from 10/24 to 11/05 in 1940.

     It must have been with some fear and trepidation that his generation faced the horrifying repeat of 1914-18 in 1940.  In that earlier conflict ERB expressed his thoughts in an equally short novel titled Beyond Thirty.  As a result of the Great War he forecast an abandoned England, a Europe invaded by Africa and turned Negroid, an Eastern empire ruled by a beneficent China and the New World of North and South America governed benignly and peaceably by the United States.

     Faced with the grim reality of possible total destruction from the air he now drew a much more dismal picture.  His old rival H.G. Wells in The Shape Of Things To Come was even more desolated.   Burroughs’ agent of destruction was accurately projected.  It was the great air fleets of, as it turned out, B-29 bombers that flattened whatever they flew over.

     “Planes!” said Yamoda’s mother bitterly, “Planes! The curse of the world.  History tells us that when they were first perfected and men first flew in the air over Poloda, there was great rejoicing, and the men who perfected them were heaped with honors.  They were to bring the peoples of the world closer together.  They were to break down international barriers of fear and suspicion.  They were to revolutionize society by bringing all people together, to make a better and happier world in which to live.  Through them civilization was to be advanced hundreds of years; and what have they done?  They have blasted civilization from nine tenths of  Poloda and stopped its advance in the other tenth.  They have destroyed a hundred thousand cities and millions of people, and they have driven those who have survived underground, to live the lives of burrowing rodents.  Planes!  The curse of all times, I hate them.  They have taken thirteen of my sons and now they have taken my daughter.

     So  ERB projects a view of planes and that was before the B-2 bomber was constructed or the A-bomb perfected.  At that dim far off time at the beginning of the twentieth century when the Wrights flew the first heavier than air craft the hope was that it would eliminate war but now forty years later after a rapid series of improvements the airplane was the ultimate weapon of destruction.  Of course both Burroughs and Wells had foreseen such a development.  Burroughs in his great Martian air fleets and Wells in his sky darkening flotillas in The War In The Air.

     The great B-29 fleets were already being discussed so that Burroughs merely projected what within a few short months would be a reality in Frankfurt when bombs and incendiary devices rained down creating a fire storm with such intense heat that hydrogen and oxygen molecules in the river separated with the inflammable hydrogen being fed by the oxygen.

     Forty-three thousand people- men women and children- died in that fire storm that devastated several square miles creating winds of  150 miles per hour.  The devastation was unequaled until the atomic bomb exploded over Hiroshima.  The level of destruction was almost equal in each.

     It was almost as though Burroughs had the image of the firestorm before his eyes as he wrote.

     As the scene of this great air war that had been fought non-stop for over a hundred years he selected the planet Poloda part of the stellar system beyond the farthest star indicating that war was so endemic to humans  that even beyond the farthest star there was no escaping it.

     At that time Burroughs placed the farthest star 450,000 light years from earth.  One is astonished at the low level of astronomical knowledge of the times.  The truer figure for a farthest star would be well over 12 billion light years but that would have been incomprehensible at the time.  One is startled to think that the vast knowledge, still a fragment, we now possess was unknown even as the fifties began when I was a child.  Everything I learned in school was invalidated by the time I graduated.  The novel geologic idea of tectonic plates whereby all the continents had been connected and drifted apart was ridiculed while I was in college in the mid-sixties but shortly prevailed.  Astronomical horizons were pushed further out as everything that was believed to be true was transfigured before your eyes, nearly on a daily basis.  Today the Hubble telescope penetrates space as far as it has even been penetrated yet has still to find the farthest star.  Burroughs farthest star was pretty close.  At any rate it made a great title.

     In many ways Burroughs’ description of the two competing political systems on Poloda, those of Unis/Athens and Kapara/Sparta more anticipated the post-war struggle between the West and the Communist East rather than the Nazis and the West even though the Kapars seem to be clearly based on the Nazis.  Burroughs old hatred of Germans stemming from the days of athe Haymarket Riot in Chicago through the Great War was now reactivated and cast in concrete.

     The war on Poloda mirrored the reality on earth projected into a distant galaxy.  Nor was ERB wrong as WWII morphed into the Korean War and from thence into Viet Nam and now into the great conflict with the Moslem States.  We’re not too far from the centenaryof the beginningof the Great War- a full hundred years.

     On Poloda as a result of the constant bombing raids from Kapara the Unisans had created retractable cities.  When the air raid sirens went off whole cities were hydraulically lowered beneath the earth until the raid was over.  Then the cities were elevated while work crews went out to reconstruct the terrain into livable space again.

     In Kapara, somewhat like in North Korea during  the incessant bombing of the Korean War, the Kapars had tunneled into their mountains in steel reinforced redoubts.

     The Kapars had subjugated a race somewhat as the Spartans had the Messenians who had returned to the lowest subsistence level actually having reverted to cannibalism.

     While thus portraying life on Poloda ERB was giving intimations of his fears for his own planet.   The devastation of the ensuing war was not quite so complete but it came very, very close.

     Of ERB’s wide ranging interests astronomy was one.  As I indicated earlier the level of astronimcal knowledge in the first half of the twentieth century was fairly primitive.  At the time man first walked on the moon in the sixties outer space was still largely a mystery.  It is only since then with the huge arrays of radio telescopes on earth and the Hubble stationed in space above the earth that some of the mysteries of the universe are becoming more clear; even then compared to what there is to be known little is that clear.

     Thus ERB imagined a solar system in which a ring of eleven planets circled a smaller sun from a distance of a million miles through an atmospheric tube shared by all eleven planets.   The pollution from the incessant warfare on Poloda would be shared by all eleven planets in the tubular atmosphere returning back on Poloda.

     Titillating stuff.  ERB was always inventive.

      I, of course, scoffed at the idea of more than one planet being in the same orbital plane but then all my notions of regularity and order were blasted when the Hubble found two gas giants close to each other on the same orbital plane, close to their sun, completing a revolution in three days.  A three day year, think of it, something a million of their light years away would be right next door.

     I imagine ERB would be having a field day if he were still alive.