Pluto In Aquarius [Part I]: Plutaquacy

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Pluto in Aquarius is upon us. The looming ghast of dystopic, technocratic control. Pre-crime, digital serfdom and robot police dogs. Biopolitical tyranny and the Divine Kingship of Expertise. Algorithmic social engineering.

Censorship. Wide-spread denial of censorship. Cancel culture. Disinformation about misinformation.¹ ”Psyop” as a psyop. The insidious creep of AI, the sheer glut of data and the disintegration of trust and interpersonal context. All mouth and no ears. All head and no heart. Constant bombardment with both marketing and propaganda by a singular state apparatus.

By this time, we are all well-aware of the detrimental effects of social media and the rising tide of technological complexity coming to a head with looming global war and ecological crisis.

Caught in the momentous decline of a power-desperate empire, the ceaseless terror and hopelessness of our current reality drives many of us ever-deeper into delusional cul-de-sacs. Easily-managed echo chambers catered to by nanny algorithms. Everyone gets their own reality, within spitting distance of everyone else’s. You better not spit, though. We’re trying to keep this place clean.

Speaking of which, Google Gemini recently made a big splash. This immediately recalls that the United States has its natal Mars in Gemini.

When I think of Mars in Gemini, I think of speaking out of both sides of the mouth. I think of False Flags™ and Plausible Deniability™. I think of good-cop/bad-cop and stark, two-party politics. The formation of the internet as a surveillance weapon, and the weaponization of communications tech in general. A country whose interventionist wars have always been accompanied by very sophisticated propaganda campaigns, and whose hypocrisy and internal logical contradictions can send one reeling. The capacity to solidify a religious support base around a socioeconomic and military infrastructure that flies in the face of the core teachings of that very religion. The capacity to maintain the secrecy of a robust black budget and a reeling array of deep state tech pursuits and clandestine operations, totally parallel to the mainstream public view. The internal war is directly proportional to the external war. To perform such feats, an entity must have a fully-compartmentalized twin psyche. And lots of guns. It is diabolical, and also quite impressive. Fated, even.

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For my fellow astro nerds, here’s a quick timeline (browser only) on some of the space weather accompanying key moments in the development of Google Gemini, to give some astrological perspective on my suggestion that it is a weapon, as well as a Pluto in Aquarius story.

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So if we conclude that Google Gemini (come on guys, you’re really naming it that?) is a tool of deep-fake propaganda and narrative control, slandering journalists exactly as intended – and that’s the only thing to conclude, based on the obvious – then the implications of the concurrent space weather are very interesting. Hello Pluto in Aquarius.

The controversial products of this AI presence are not - as denizens of consensus reality argue - simply the “unintended consequences of poor design; the necessary growing pains of early AI development that companies are blundering through.”

Every act of cultural engineering must incorporate plausible deniability. That is the plausible deniability of this particular weapon.

This garish revelation of the new face of the propaganda machine marks a definite shift. You can always take the cultural temperature by taking note of what the government can get away with revealing publicly.

This further devolvement of truth and trust will drive us ever further into pocket realms and incentivized isolation, making us less real and more dangerous to one another, while it also inflates our illusory power to curate more of our experiences more of the time. By design, this amplifies an already-addictive sense of control.

This is the nature of the Memory Hole. They will hide our history and identity in the vacuum between our hyper-curated, atomized realities. Having our special interests fed to us with little effort, risk-free. Assuring us of who are the Good People and the Bad People, and keeping out the riff-raff. Disintegrating human trust and contact - once held as indispensable parts of exploration. Undermining discovery and its expression as an essential human need. Life at the intersection of Optionality and Disposability.

No one seems to have read the fine print on this new social contract.

This power is handed to us contingent on our continued participation with state directives. The insularity of opulence and all its degradations, democratized. For a short time, at least. Just long enough to get you hooked.

If you, like me, believe the cosmos and everything in it is an interdependent web of life, then the aforementioned probably sounds like absolute madness. That’s because it is. It is incompatible with Life. Pluto will be cooking these delusions out, and all we can do is try to withstand the acrid stench of their putrefaction.

As part of this Plutonic transformation, we will see a self-defeating technocratic totalitarianism. Autonomy becomes Autocracy. It is the Aquarian shadow trait that very ironically prevents the true and beautiful Aquarian work. To rescue that Aquarian work, the patently Western dream of individualism must die, while still retaining the dignity of the individual. The vicious demand for sacrosanct self-hood must give way to graceful appreciation of interdependent agency. The point is not to move from callous individualism to enforced collectivism. That is a very difficult needle to thread, but I keep the faith.

I prefer agency over autonomy. Autonomy proposes that one is acting alone or outside the flow of all things. Self-governance is never total in an interconnected world. Agency tends to more accurately describe our actions in an interoperable universe as always being on behalf of something or a collection of somethings, one of which may be the “self”. Whatever that is.

The Aquarian impulse toward autonomy (Fixed Air) – while sacred on its own – is currently distorted through a traumatic cultural lens. This is laid bare under the influence of Pluto, as it reaches the point of obsession and ultimately violence. Morality becomes moral authority, and gives itself to Mass Formation.

Often, when people discuss boundaries, they are woefully unaware of what healthy boundaries even look like. Boundary work is important - shamanic, even - but often, people unwittingly discuss boundary violations as anything that merely challenges their sense of self and their assumed morals, hurling accusations of violence at anything and anyone that presents differently.

Everything has its sacred role, but also its overdose threshold. We could overdose on the lip-service alone. Not to mention the selective application of the principle. This demand for autonomy (but only for those in your camp), wrapped in seductive empowerment rhetoric - while attractive on the surface - lends itself to belief structures that posit Total Control of the Self. To make an assertion about total autonomy is to make the assertion that you have total awareness of every corner of your being, and that you’re in control of it at all times. Or that that’s even something to want. Or that it’s even possible.

To what extent do we belong to each other? To the world? To parts of ourselves that are entirely hidden from us? To the unconscious?

To suggest that we can fully understand and control ourselves and our makeup is lunacy. It’s also familiar. It follows the same reductive logic as the over-culture’s usual assumptions about consciousness, what constitutes sentience, and what we can do with it. I’d be curious to see the Vin overlap between people who think that complete autonomy is a moral imperative, and people who think you can and should download your brain into a robot and live forever. These drives have come to the party together, and they illustrate each other.

Such beliefs inhibit our capacity for vulnerability. They suggest that our decisions are made in a vacuum, that our consequences are not entangled. They make us unavailable to Mystery – from within and from without – and therefore to transformation. In order to be changed, we must encounter the alien. Either the unknown denizens from the murk of our personal underworld, or what lies at the edges of the outer cosmos. If indeed they are separate things at all.

By cleansing our reality of friction, we cleanse it of the tension necessary for the inner and outer worlds to engage in the perpetual dance of co-definition.

All this necessarily accompanies the new [UFO] flap, mind you. This phenomenon is coming out in front at a crucial moment to shake us from our mind control cubicles (Fixed Air). It is a mandatory and timely refreshment of our relationship to The Unknown. We will always get whatever [UFOs] we need to perform that function.

It could be argued (and I do) that the original Flying Saucer Flap of 1952 was the initial fracture in the national propaganda and identity structure that eventually led to our current culture war. It would make sense that they have come back for a check-in at this very time. We’re in the spiral with it.

We can never give permission to what we don’t understand. But the unknown is necessary for our sacred becoming. It holds the bounds of our expansion. To solidify an identity is to remove yourself from that process. To insist on the validation of an identity, is to solidify it. Transformation is inherently transgressive, outside our control, and now demonized in a compartmentalized reality; categorical, manageable, reproducible. The power of individuation, stripped from us by an overbearing and falsely moralizing establishment.

Our insularity will toxify and the isolating tundra will become too cold and inhospitable, driving us to seek the shelter and sanity of human connection once more.

And it’s about time.

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1. Update 3/14/2025: Just tried to click on this link and they’ve *already* memory-holed it within a year! Astounding.