Aphrodite Backing Into Old EL Pushing Open the Galactic Center

Tomorrow, March 30, Jupiter will form the second-last square to Pluto and on April 4^th, and the moon in cancer will activate the Cardinal Cross again.

These energies can be tense, and with Venus backing into that square to Saturn/EL again, (who is sitting on the Galactic Center) these are MAJOR TRANSITS ON THE WORLD STAGE.

We must do the best we can, to keep this in our mind and hearts at all times.  Some people have already rebirthed in the process, their light is shining brighter than ever now.  Some are still in the birth canal being washed and rocked.  Some are right up on the cross, and some are just dragging that cross as best they can.

The Galactic Center is a very powerful opening. 

Now, let’s add what we have told you many times now about Saturn/EL.

EL the Lord of the Rings, is the planet of restriction.  He rules Saturn’s Day, Saturday.  He is the God of the Old Testament and one of the ancient God’s of Egypt, along with Sin. 
Remember our definition?  The Eternal Sound of God is the measurement of resistance?  Resist he does, until the opening appears, a slight twinkling light in the distance at first…perhaps it is an idea that caught your heart and lit you up.  Perhaps it was your knowing we are eternal beings in our human vessels, and on earth, there is resistance?

Resistance, just like in weight training, makes your muscles stronger and more developed, able to lift
It is okay to fall with your cross, rest if you must, but GET BACK UP.
This is a major OPPORTUNITY TO TAP INTO ALSO.

more weight in time. 

Venus/Aphrodite, what we love, and as ruler of the 2^nd and 7^th houses, our possessions and our partners.  “I Have” and “I Balance”…if your 2^nd house is accented with a heavy hand, you may only see yourself as ‘what you have’…if it is an afflicted 7^th house, than you may only see yourself through your partner.

Saturn/EL, is the Capricorn goat that climbs to the pinnacle of success, ruling governments and those with authority.

Now, he is tasked with the responsibility of the ‘stuff’ that Venus may have acquired in her pursuit of loving beautiful things that turn to dust.

Venus, is now the ‘morning star’…she is heralding the sun rising…or ‘the light bringer’.  She is also in a mutual reception with Mars at 14* of Taurus, while she is still in Aries and don’t forget, she is retrograde, which can make her energy a little harder to access, but in the mutual reception, she and Mars are sharing that energy and accessing each other through the astrological daisy chain.
On April 3^rd, Venus will enter PIsces where she will be much softer and more receptive.  Now, she is a bit agitated, but this can also add heat to the bedroom, if you happen to be in a loving relationship already.

The square might activate the pressure to ‘produce’ or have you questioning whether what you have, is worth all the hard work to maintain…conversely, she may ask if you are working hard enough.

On April 4^th, when that cardinal cross is activated with the moon in Cancer, all Cardinal Signs, Aries, Cancer, Libra and Capricorn will once again, feel the pressure to ‘DO SOMETHING’…since that is what Cardinal signs do, they activate, they start, they are harbingers of what is to come as they sit on the Cardinal Points, and open up every new season.

The New Year, officially begins with the Aries new moon for me, it is the ruler of the first house and “I AM”.
This is also an explosive astrological chart, expect many things to go off on the world stage…and we are still in the process of REVEALATIONS.

Just when you thought you had seen it all, and had your eyes peeled open to see more truth about what is happening, EVEN MORE WILL BE EXPOSED.

So, get your plans ready, set your FOUNDATION STONE.
What are you building?  If you fill in the blank, what would it be: “I AM______”?

Why do you want to ‘have’ those possessions?  How big of a house, do you really need?

The moon in Cancer, will ask us about family values.
What does family mean to you?  What does country mean to you?

What is balance on the planet?  Are you in balance?  How much do you work, and how much do you play?

Are you constantly obsessing about what you have? 

Old EL, is not usually happy in spring, since he has to allow Persephone back up to the surface to help her mother wake up the earth in the northern hemisphere and perfume our world while she paints the landscape with delightful colours and scents. These astrological configurations will have you learning a lot more about yourself and others.

Communications can also start to combust too, Mercury, already in his shadow will station retrograde, on April 9^th at 4* of Taurus the Bull.  (2^nd house of possessions/possessed) again.
YOU are stronger than you think.  Time, is a wonderful healer and this too shall pass.
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Ramming Up For Spring in the Aries New Moon

New moon, March 27, 2017 10:57 PM EDT

As our golden orb heralds the dawn rising earlier in the northern hemisphere now, we leave behind the dark vestiges of a deep and troubling winter for many.  The world stage seems far from peaceful and as rancorous as I can recall in my adult life.

The sun and moon, will ‘occult’ one another for their monthly conjunctivo at 7* of Aries the Ram.

Here in the first decanate of Aries they ram up to move spring forward in the wearing of the green.

Venus/Aphrodite has just flown by as she is Retrograde at 3* Aries and is pushing back into a square with Saturn/EL now at 27* Sagittarius, which is bang on the Galactic Center, opening the vault of the heavens, infusing our world with a potency that sizzles and crackles in the ethers, waiting to be harnessed or annihilate the unwitting whose path this live wire happens upon.  (In this case, it is in your own personal chart and on the world stage, as we see the powerful games being lobbed back and forth.)

With Venus Retrograde, she can either bring back what was meant to be yours, or move the carrot just

out of reach, depending on your circumstances.  Venus rules what we have, possessions and what we value.  In Aries, she is randy and can be reckless, but retrograde can reign in your resources, or may bring investment opportunities that have come along before.  Either way, you may find yourself questioning who you love and why, what you value or how you invest.

I would like to tell you that our markets and economy should move along swimmingly, and HOPEFULLY they will, after all, who wants a crashing stock market? 

Now, she asks us if we have invested in what we love or to put that another way, do we love our investments?

I liken the stock market to gambling in Vegas, because you have no control over what is being done with your investment, or the outcome, unless you are a major shareholder and have some small say at a stock meeting.

Mercury will Station Retrograde at 4* of Taurus on April 9^th. And almost a week later on April 15^th, Venus will station direct at 26* of PIsces, which she will enter on April 4^th.  So, adding this into the equation, we must consider that Taurus is ruled by Venus and we are right back into the 2^nd house of VALUES, EARNING A BASIC LIVING/WORK AND POSSESSIONS.

For some reason, the universe just didn’t think we would be moving in the right direction and set our astrological clock to remind us who we are.

In this sense, it is as though we are being continuously made to repeat a grade, until we are actually ready to graduate.  This can create a volatile stock market or planet volatility, as the planets pull and push one another and activate these world squares.  Every time LaLuna hits one of these Cardinal Cross points, she is triggering the stress, and in particular, on Tuesday and Wednesday, 3/22 and 3/23 when she meets up with Pluto in Capricorn immediately after hanging out with old EL hanging on the Galactic Center, she is gathering stress, as she moves over these points, some of that stress may be released.
Adding to the volatility of our markets, etc.
We have Jupiter still retrograde at 19* Libra, he is the planet of optimism, good fortune, expansion and joy.  He too, is pulled back on his energy until June 8^th when he will finally Station Direct at 13* Libra.  Expect the gusher to start moving quickly when he moves forward…

Make sure you are taking the steps you can, to ground and center.  Do NOT let anxiousness keep you from getting a minimum of 7 hours sleep during this most challenging time for many on the planet.

Pluto is still the handle at 19* Capricorn, on the T-square to Uranus at 23* Aries conjunct Mercury/Hermes at 25* Aries, in opposition to Jupiter Rx at 19* Libra. 

We have a whole herd of stallions all reigned in, waiting for us to allow them to gallop down the track, but the gate seems to keep shutting!

Oh, are they getting restless!

I hope to get a video together to better explain just what these ‘SQUARES’ SYMBOLISE.

We can see that not only do we need the SQUARE to build, it forms a ‘CROSS’, (See our recent article on “The Stations of the Cross” and check which house is being ‘pressured’ in your own personal chart.) which as we have shared many times now, also represents the EL-ements; earth, air, fire and water, the building blocks of life.  Which El-ement might be out of balance in your own life?

They can ‘block you in, or make you feel, boxed in’ depending again on your own situations and your personal chart.

Mars at 12* Taurus (emphasizing that second house of possessions again) sextile Neptune will try to energize the moral high ground but Neptune, so large and in charge in PIsces at 12* has all those ‘hooks’, but it is also the Fisher King who holds the grail, and what do we really ever have, without first the wounding?  This is how you see the face of Gd.  The universe submerges us and until we learn to breathe underwater, to realize what is ‘the illusion’…as Jesus walked ON THE WATER, SHOWING US HE WAS ABOVE THE ILLUSION, not getting ‘hooked into the material world’ that tempts us and turns to dust.

How much moral high ground becomes proselytizing without the path behind the talk as proof?  How can you show the way, without finding your own way out of the labyrinth?  If you are always skipping along the top of the water, and have not been fully ‘submerged’, then you are only capable of superficial understanding, and have not truly found your own light, that casts the shadows on the walls of Plato’s Cave.

So much will continue to be revealed on the world stage, buckle up…we wanted ‘EN-Light-en-MENT’….which turns on the light to see what we could not see before.  All sages get involved at some level politically, they spoke out, they took action because they finally ‘see what is happening’.

Some of the new age teaching is the complete opposite of ‘seeing’ and teaches ignorance, or ‘to pretend you don’t see’…I have even heard people say, ‘well what can I do anyway?’…well that is not empowerment, but disempowerment.  That is the opposite of enlightenment. 

If you hurt, cry out…cry out for help.  A well-meaning friend, thought that would ‘magnify the hurt’ by telling the universe when we hurt.  What?

All sages tell us to put our beliefs to the test.  Test it against logic…if you were in the woods, and fell, would you not cry out?  Of course you would, or no one would come to your rescue!

I HAVE PERSONALLY BEEN BELLY DOWN AND CRIED OUT, and THAT IS EXACTLY WHEN HELP CAME, WHEN ANGELS SHOWED UP IN MY LIFE.

I have learned that the universe knows our voice/ our vibration and crying out is a clarion call into the universe that is BRILLIANT AND INTELLIGENT, and you cannot trick the universe by pretending.  If you don’t cry out, that means you don’t have faith in a loving, brilliant universe.  Don’t try to trick the universe.

Be REAL.  These times can be challenging to say the least, but at least we are almost through these world squares.  Get a buddy to keep each other comforted.  Hopefully one that loves you enough to let you ‘be where you are’ and if you are in pain, tell the person.  You don’t always have to learn, if you are in great pain, sometimes all we can do is be present and love someone, let them cry out, let them scream out.  WITNESS THEM.
It is sometimes, very inappropriate to try to teach someone a lesson, while they are in pain, because all they can do, is ‘get through that pain’.  It can even be cruel, please try and keep this in mind, as we move through this time.

If you are in that kind of pain, tell the person, you only want a soft place to land, and you don’t have it in you, to learn a lesson in that great pain.  It is called ‘compassion’.

Hang on, we are bubbling along the stream and sometimes those bubbles go underwater, but you will ‘emerge’ new and with a new perspective and level of kindness, you may have to learn the hard way.

We are all in this together….

Growing Up Inside Psychic Survival Camp

Chapter II

 inding Magic on the Battlefield of Life
………….A Wounded Reminder

      I would miss a lot if I didn’t
go back and catch you up on some of the other experiences I had; that opened up the magical world of wonder growing up.

I told you about the big people, but there were more difficult stories too.
Seeing didn’t always bring such an easy comfort ride, it jarred those around me and even created suspicion.  I think it is important to share these formative experiences for several reasons.  The obvious reason is to give you a snapshot of my mind.  The less obvious reason might be to show the path that makes a person who they are, because so many people are being drugged to avoid pain, and I feel they may be missing out on something precious ~ the pain that opens up the Holy Spirit captured inside the body.

I won’t go all the way back now, except for to say that I grew up in what I lovingly refer to as
‘Psychic Survival Camp’. My mother would insist I always knew what she wanted to say and what she was thinking, without actually saying it.  In those times that I just couldn’t grasp it, she would yell at me and tell me: “I know you know”…as if I was playing with her or trying to get her upset on purpose.
This could be followed by a spanking and certainly would come with serious reprimanding.  I consider this a part of my training.

We can flash forward to high school, for several experiences that are worth retelling, but I will let you be the judge of that.
Let’s start with the story of Diane.  Diane was a friend of mine, who was as sweet a girl as they come.  Always asking ‘What do you think?’….The thing is, Diane was also experimenting with some things that were really frightening to me, AND then driving.  I started to have visions, and I became very nervous as that bell started ringing louder and louder inside of me, warning me that Diane was going to die soon.
What was I to do?  Try and talk to her? I did but that didn’t really go anywhere.

I wondered why the adults, teachers, etc. were not really doing something about this growing problem.  I came up with a plan to design a class with credits and find the right experts to come in and educate all the students on the seriousness of abusing drugs.
After making an appointment to see the principal I went down to the office ready to share my idea.  I told him we needed the class as I outlined and promised to do the work to put it together and find the experts as mentioned, and all he would have to do was approve it.
To my shock and what had to be obvious wide-eyed look of surprise, he said there was no drug problem in the school.
I did not back down, I told him that there most certainly was a drug problem (wondering how he passed through the haze of marijuana around the school in the morning, though that was not my worry).   His response was: “Who are these children, what are their names?”….Oh yeah, let me just give you a list and fink on the young adults, which should work just fine…NOT!
Then he finally conceded, but only to a class that would be held after school, and would not have any credits.  Again, my heart sank, knowing that you could barely get students to go to class during the day, let alone come after school, like they were being punished and then give no reward.  They didn’t think there was a problem either, though I am sure there were those who must have thought so too.

So, I gave up.

Several days after this, the Diane bell of warning got so loud, I couldn’t shut it down; I went to another friend of mine Denise’s to finally tell someone else what was happening to me.  While we were sitting in the basement, I began to shake and cry as I let it out, feeling the urgency.  The phone rang upstairs, we heard her mom on the phone and I just knew, it had something to do with Diane.  Sure enough, her mother called down the steps for us to come upstairs.  She handed the phone over to Denise, Diane’s mother was looking for her and she was worried.  We got news about an hour later that Diane was in a car accident and went through the windshield; she died as the phone was ringing.

The next horrific event was when my parent’s house was robbed.  I came home from school and began my run through the house, yet this time, I stopped in the kitchen as though the air was too heavy to walk through.
I stopped dead in my tracks to take the pulse of what I was feeling.  I just knew someone had been in our home, so I checked timidly to see if they were still there, looking around to see any signs of disturbance.  There were none, nothing seemed out of place or missing.  Our colour TV/Stereo was there, nothing out of the China Cabinet, and I made my way upstairs, conscious of the fact I also had a small window of time to get ready and rush off to the bus to go to work at Halle’s downtown.
I glanced in my parent’s bedroom, and again, nothing seemed out of place.  It was very quick that I realized no one was in the house with me.
I dressed quickly and glanced around the house again and dashed out the door.  I saw my little sister Janet coming home from school.  I told her that I thought someone robbed our house (to her shock and horror and instant fear) and that she should call mom and dad at work (which we never did unless it was an emergency) and then proceeded to calm her down and reassure her that no one was in the home, they were long gone, but I had a ‘feeling’.

When I got home from work that night, the police were waiting for me, my mother and father had

that sick and drawn look on their faces.  The police went right into, how did I know?  Our house had indeed been robbed, and they had stolen coffee cans my parents had filled with old gold and silver coins.  They also stole upwards of 60, 000 dollars, yes sixty thousand dollars!  It just so happened that my father had brought money home, to make a purchase of a building/business with another friend of his.
They happened to rob our house in the three day time period, that this took place.
My parents did not believe in putting money into banks or in stocks and certainly not all in one place and my father often had large sums of money stashed.

The police continued to prod my parents and inquire about my own well-being.  They asked whether I was on drugs, have my parents noticed any mood changes or differences in me, have my grades dropped off, etc.  After their insistence that I must have something to do with this, or how would I know, my parents finally allowed them to question me.  Their eyes said it all.  Do I have anything I needed to tell them?  Even as I write this, my eyes well up with tears and my heart grows heavy.  There is nothing like the feeling that your parents might believe that you robbed them.  That I would plot to devastate my family and steal my parents hard earned savings, was beyond my capacity to hold pain.  It took my right up and over the edge of sorrow; feeling not only my own pain, but also my parents as they suffered such a loss.
It knocked me into a despair I couldn’t quite recover from.
~”Just tell us Gloria” the words echoed down the halls of my conscious and dropped like a lode stone through my soul and anchored me into the shadowy depths of a world I only prayed did not exist.

Several days later, while at my school locker in that numbed and heavy state; a student came walking up to a friend of mine who was also at her locker.  She said, ‘Hello Gloria’ and that simple greeting ran through my like a racehorse trying to get out of the starting gate and out of that stirring came a voice.  It rose up inside of me very faintly at first but grew louder and louder as I tried to dismiss it.  “She robbed your house” the voice whispered.  “She robber your house” it grew louder.  Still I tried to shove it back down while sneaking glances at this girl, whom I barely knew through this friend of mine.  I grabbed my books and walked in the strangest state of mind to study hall.  I tried to sit quietly and study, but the words on the page just swam in front of me, as that voice rose up louder and louder, until it was clanging like a church bell rocking me from the inside out as it gonged: “SHE ROBBER YOUR HOUSE!!!!”
I couldn’t take it anymore, and I was growing concerned that it was so loud and had me so shaky that people would notice.  Soon that concern was turning into a rage like I had never felt before.  Something took over my shaking body and then like a guided missile I got up, went to the office where my other friend Debby was sitting at the front desk alone and inquired; “Do you know what class Tammy S is right now?”  Debbie responded: “No, but I can find out for you Glo”.
Debbie went to the tall oak file cabinets lining the walls, their darkened and scarred bodies holding so many lives over the years, now ready to offer up the whereabouts of the girl who had hacked into my life and forever changed my world.
In no time at all, Debbie returned and excitedly told me: “She is in Biology class with Mr. Diuto on the second floor Gloria.”
I raced out the door while exclaiming, ‘Thank you Deb!’ my feet clapping on the marble floor echoing in the empty halls as I ran towards the steps.  Two at a time I slid my feet onto each grooved step, slip, slip, slip.  In what seemed like seconds, I was standing outside the Biology class peering in.  What luck, no teacher was present.  I saw Tammy right away, her being a tall girl of unmistakable appearance.  I called to her, “Tammy, can you come out here for a minute?”  Tammy responded; “Sure Gloria” and with that was outside in the hall with me, just the two of us.
I looked at her, trying to search deep into her eyes for any sign that might give up the truth.  “What is it, what do you want?” She said in a pleading tone.
The long empty hall gave way to such a focus on this exchange of energy between us, it grew like a

cacophony again in me; “SHE ROBBED YOUR HOUSE!!!” in a split second, the words were leaping from my mouth.  “YOU ROBBED MY PARENTS HOUSE!”  Tammy shrunk back to the wall of metal lockers, shaking her head at me and exclaiming; “No I didn’t, why are you saying that?”
But her eyes gave her away, she looked like a wild animal that was caught and trapped in a corner with no way to escape.  I repeated the words: “YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE!!!”
To which she again shook her head, but I was on her like a tiger who had caught her prey, shaking this much taller girl against the lockers and screaming the words over and over through burning tears; “YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE, YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE, YOU ROBBED MY HOUSE!!!!”  All the rage and hurt and anger screaming out of my body looking to finally escape and landing on this girl I barely even knew, and never really cared to know either.  This moment brought us together in a compressed heat that had taken me like a prisoner, a loyal subject that had no recourse but to respond in complete obedience to a power greater than my own.
Soon the rest of the class came scurrying out shouting; “Fight, O’Neil has Tammy against the wall!”  The doors began slamming open with big booms one by one down the hallway and soon there was a crowd of students and teachers all thronging towards us.

Several teachers pried me off and semi broke the spell of all that pain trying to find its freedom from its awful anchor inside of me.  Down the halls we went as they escorted us to the Vice Principals office.  We were instructed to sit in two worn light maple chairs while the Vice Principal walked over and shut the heavy Mahogany door in front of him and took his seat behind his desk that had several messy piles cascading over its top.

“Now, what is all this about?  Who started this fight?”  He asked us.  “She robbed my house!” I retorted.
“Well, this is a matter for the police to handle, not you.” He responded coolly.
Then he added: “This is no way for a lady to behave.”  “You are not the authorities and all you are going to do is get yourself in trouble. Now how do you know that Tammy is involved in this?”
“I just do” I said.
“Well, the police are investigating this, not you.” He stated sternly.
“And I don’t want to hear another thing about this, and especially from you Gloria.” He admonished.  “So I am giving you three days of detention, and I don’t want to see you back in here again and you are to leave this up to the police.”
So that was that.  I was given three days of detention and Tammy was simply reprimanded for fighting and told to go back to class.

It was about a week later, that my parents were informed they believed they had caught the kids who robbed the house.  A neighbor who was a police officer happened to be home that day, and saw kids running out the back door of our home.  He helped identify some of the kids, who happened to be passing around old gold coins.  The police followed up on the tip, and searched the battered Galaxy 500, where sure enough old silver and gold coins were laying around on the floor like trash, as if they had no value whatsoever.
Tammy was one of the kids identified.  They were brought to trial where my parents had to take more time off from working at their store (something that never happened) and watch the judge slap their hands and give some of the repeat offenders probation.
That was it.  No return of coins, no money, just a slap on the hands for invading our home stealing my parents hard earned savings and coin collection, and tormenting me in the fires of disillusionment and despair and carving a river of discord between my me and my parents.
Even though my mother had over the years, grown comfortable giving out commands of half-sentences that I was instructed to complete and did; and even though she insisted to me on occasion that she knew ‘I knew” and that I was reading her mind and many times I wasn’t able to, searched frantically through the attic of my being for the answers she sought: And even though her friends

would beg her to ask her mother to give them “Tea Leaf Reading’s” and even though she herself was often psychic. This one incident and the prodding of the Police who managed to strafe out clues that conspired to convict me on their scant little evidence scarred a shadow of a doubt into my mother and father.  Me, who normally got straight A’s started getting an occasional B and I was experimenting with Marijuana, which was considered a hard gateway drug and it was completely a mystery to my parents who knew nothing about it at all.  It was just one of the reefer madness doorways to hallucinations and whatever else their unwitting minds had conjured up.
My parents who worked long hours, were barely home anymore.  It was often left up to me to prepare supper.  Sometimes my mother would come home with a pot of food and go back to work soon after, leaving instructions and the threat to make sure we behave.
So I had ventured partially into a world that was forbidden, and that was enough to convict me in the jury of the mind, mine and theirs.
I didn’t have anything to do with that robbery.
I did wear nice clothes.  I worked hard too, and between where my mother insisted we shop and what she wanted me to wear and my own taste for nicer clothes, I was labeled a rich bitch by some of the darker elements at school.
I was robbed twice and had the leather coat stolen that I worked hard for to save and by myself.  That light tan supple leather with the white rabbit fur collar begged me to buy it.  Once I saw it, I couldn’t wear anything else.  It did stand out and so did I.  I tried to walk the tightrope between following my own desires and fitting in with the rest of my classmates, but it was no easy walk.
That all started a few years back when I transferred from private Catholic School St. Patrick’s; to go the newly built modern public school with the tall glass window stretching up into the ruffled cement canopy that I learned was the library. Things changed quite a bit in my world.
The new school had both girls and boys attending and some of those boys were cute.  It stood in stark contrast to the cold and ancient austere walls of the Catholic High all girls High School Magnificat that I was to attend.  Even though I was always one of the best students in school, my habit for getting into mischief confused me.  The combination and the knowledge that my friends who lived on my street, and my older sister who I admired also went, was enough to conspire against what was my better judgment.
I convinced my parents that the new school had curriculum that wouldn’t be available at Magnificat’s.  They were simply too busy to really investigate my reasoning and it would save them a hefty tuition fee that Magnificat would require.  So it was settled, I could attend the new high school down the street.
I was so eager and excited for my first day.  I could wear my new clothes instead of the uniform I had worn every day of all the years before.  I had my new suede shoes with the suede ties on the side, I felt like an Indian.  My nice Brooks Brothers plaid suit and sharply pressed blue shirt.
My long blonde hair neatly brushed and clipped on one side.  I nervously found my way through the throngs of children busily buzzing like a hive in the sparkling new surroundings.  Glancing at all the new faces who were glancing back at me, I felt both invigorated and nervous at the same time.  Many of the faces peering back at me also had an attitude and a toughness I had not encountered before.  Kids were chewing gum and so many girls were wearing heavy mascara and makeup.  They looked at me as if I were prey, something to be seized and taken down.

I made my way into room 108, my new homeroom.  Sitting nice and tidy at my desk, eyes beaming with hope the PA crackled on and a student’s voice announced the Principal.  The slight voice of a woman came on as she welcomed us all and extolled the virtues of the new school we were fortunate enough to attend.
Then she started listing some of the new students, and to my surprise, she stated: and we are pleased to have Gloria O’Neil from St. Patrick’s, an honor roll student….the words hung in the air as I felt the rest of the students turn their gaze towards me and the taunting began.  “Gloria an honor roll student, Oooooh!”
That was the beginning of a whole new world.  The girls, who wore the heavy makeup and dressed quite a bit differently than I, would gather in groups and purposely bump me in the halls, ask me to fight them (yes, strange as that sounds) and ask me if I thought I was special in my perfect clothes?  They would insist I dressed ‘queer’ and that I was so uncool.  Heading into gym class was like navigating a mine field.  If the instructor hadn’t opened the doors to the locker room, the girls were strung down the hall waiting, but around the water fountain this certain group of girls liked to gather and collect mouthfuls of water to spray at me as I darted into the safety of the locker room.
It wasn’t all the children who swarmed in these circles and searched for ways to tease me, luckily I found a few who were concerned about getting good grades and were a lot more like me.  But for some reason, they hadn’t been singled out to be picked on.
It wasn’t long before I was trading in some of my matching outfits, for jeans and more ‘hip’ clothing.  My mother seemed shocked that I wanted to go to one of the newer specialty shops in the mall, rather than one of our standby’s like Higbee’s or Halley’s.  “These clothes are not very nicely made” she would say, after I would win her over enough to get her to go inside of one.
Eventually, she caved and didn’t mind saving the money and I started to buy my own clothes too.
Soon enough, a blonde boy named Walter caught my eye and apparently, I caught his too.  We passed each other notes that we were interested in each other, “Hey, I like you, do you like me?” as the method went back then.  He was so cute, I was on cloud nine.  Of course, we barely talked except about homework or what happened in class, but just holding his hand seemed like a dream.  His wide, moist hand holding mine while walking down the halls felt like a stamp of approval and an arrival.  I felt safe and protected too, he was a wrestling champ!
Apparently this was cause for distress in one of the girls in the ‘gang’ though.  One day in gym class, the instructor had stepped out and left the class at the tumbling mats.  One of them, a large girl with freckles and long stringy red hair named Cindy came strolling up to me.  “I’m calling you out O’Neil” she exclaimed.  “Why?” I replied.  “Because you stole my boyfriend, he is mine!” she huffed with her hands on her hips.  She kept coming towards me, and just in the nick of time, we heard the sounds in the hallway signaling the return of our gym teacher.  “I’ll see you after school” Cindy shouted, “you’ll see, I am gonna kick your ass”.
Well, I managed to sprint like a gazelle that day and made it safely home.  What was she talking

about anyway?  Walter wasn’t her boyfriend.  When I spoke to him about it, he made a disgusting gesture and added a ‘yuck!’ so apparently, it was only a relationship in Cindy’s head anyway.
Still, the next day during recess, I was gathered around the pool table with some other girls and Cindy came strutting up to me and gave me a hardy shove.  “You think you can get away from me!” she shouted.  “I am going to kick your ass right now, fight O’Neil!”
Just as I started to gear myself for the inevitable, strategizing in my head how I would go about fighting her, another girl from the bad girl group came up and got between us.  Donna was a smaller girl, but always managed to find a way to sneak a smile towards me.  Now she was standing defiantly between Cindy and me, and she looked Cindy dead in the eyes and said: “If you want to fight Gloria you are gonna have to fight me first”.
What, I thought to myself.  Why is she sticking up for me?  I can’t believe this!
Cindy apparently was taken aback by this too.  She looked confusedly at Donna and asked her, “Why are you gonna fight for Gloria?” while she shook her head in disbelief.
Donna simply replied calmly and coolly; “If you want to fight Gloria, you are gonna have to fight me first, I’m just telling you.  She didn’t do anything to you.”
Cindy looked at me wide-eyed and then replied to Donna, “OK, I didn’t know you two were friends.”  And that was it.  Cindy never called me out again, and neither did anyone else from that school.  Donna M had come to my defense and no one messed with Donna M.
So I managed to find my way.  It wasn’t until I transferred to High School, that it all went sideways again.  For some reason, the infusion of new people into my world had decided that I was exactly the person to pick on and I looked naïve enough to rob on more than one occasion.  I was one of the shortest people in school; did that have anything to do with it?  I wasn’t sure.
It took me a while to harden my image up a bit more, but apparently that was somehow still not mask enough to Tammy and her band of thieves that there was something worth stealing from my home.  Who knows how kids talk to each other and what they say.  We did own one of the latest models of stereo colour TV’s.  But that was not touched.  (thankfully)

This all lead eventually to my Near Death Experience, but that will have to come later...to be continued...

Hanging On The Stations of the Cross in Astrology

The whole bible is an astrotheological treatise that is instructional, if you seek, you will find.

12 Apostles=12 Astrology signs, etc.

EL=GD of Old Testament.  ANG-EL, MICHA-EL, ARI-EL, ISRA-EL, EL=GD.  EL-e MENT, GD-MIND. Earth, Air, Fire and Water, Gd Mind the elements.

This is my own belief, that the Stations of the Cross, are also an allegory, (like everything Jesus taught to the 'masses', parables not the private instruction He gave to His disciples.)

See here: 10 And when he was alone, they that were about him with the twelve asked of him the parable. 11And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God: but unto them that are without, all these things are done in parables: 12That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them. ~Mathew 13:10

 As the heavenly spheres, or Seraphim, evolve and aspect both the World chart and your personal chart, each HOUSE (MY FATHER'S HOUSE HAS MANY MANSIONS) will be affected via that transit. Every degree in astrology is a mansion.
Note, that Jeshua falls on all the 'angular' houses.  ANG-EL's.  Or, where there is an actual 'crossroads'.

The Stations of the Cross

Opening Prayer:

Opening Prayer

1.               Act of Contrition

Oh my God, I am heartily sorry, for having offended thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishment, but most of all, for having offended you my God, who art deserving of all my love.

I firmly resolve, with the help of my faith, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occasion of sin, Amen.

I.                1st Station: Jesus is condemned to death

Aries/first house/crown of thorns. Mars/Ruler/Cardinal Cross

II.              2nd Station: Jesus carries His cross

          Fixed Cross/Ezekiel’s Wheel/Taurus the Bull.                                  Venus/Aphrodite/Goddess/Ruler/Earth.

III.            3rd Station: Jesus falls the first time

           Gemini/Twins/ mutable Cross. 3rd house/Mercury/Hermes/Ruler/Air

IV.            4th Station: Jesus meets his mother

           Cancer/Moon/Mother/Water/Cardinal Cross

V.              5th Station: Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry his cross

           Leo/Sun/ruler/Fire Fixed Cross/Ezekiel’s Wheel

VI.            6th Station: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus

           Virgo/Mercury/Ruler/Earth Mutable Cross
            HEALTH.  

VII.          7th Station: Jesus falls the second time

           Libra/Venus/Air/Cardinal Cross

VIII.        8th Station: Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem

           Scorpio/Pluto/Hermes/Water/Fixed Cross

IX.            9th Station: Jesus falls a third time

           Sagittarius/Jupiter/Zeus/Fire/ Mutable Cross

X.              10th Station: Jesus clothes are taken away

            Capricorn/Earth/Saturn/EL Cardinal Cross

XI.            11th Station: Jesus is nailed to the cross

            Aquarius/Uranus/ANNUNAKI/Air/Fixed Cross

XII.          12th Station: Jesus dies on the cross

           PIsces/Neptune/Nephilim/ Water/ Mutable Cross

XIII.        13th Station: The body of Jesus is taken down from the cross

XIV.        14th Station: Jesus is laid in the tomb

XV.          Christ has risen

 When following this now, it might open up a different perspective:

I.             Leader: We adore Thee, O Christ, and bless Thee.

All: Because by Thy holy cross Thou hast redeemed the world.

Jesus, you stand all alone before Pilate. Nobody speaks up for you. Nobody helps defend you. You devoted your entire life to helping others, listening to the smallest ones, caring for those who were ignored by others. They don't seem to remember that as they prepare to put you to death.

As a child, sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I feel that others don't stand up for me and defend me when I am afraid. Sometimes I don't feel like I am treated fairly, especially if I am scolded or corrected.

As an adult, sometimes I feel abandoned and afraid as well. Sometimes I too, feel like I am treated unfairly or blamed for things unfairly. I have a hard time when people criticize me at home or at work.

Help me be grateful for what you did for me. Help me to accept criticism and unfairness as you did, and not complain. Help me pray for those who have hurt me.

My Jesus, often have I signed the death warrant by my sins; save me by Thy death from that eternal death which I have so often deserved.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

I.                Leader: We adore Thee, O Christ, and bless Thee.

All: Because by Thy holy cross Thou hast redeemed the world.

Jesus, you stand all alone before Pilate. Nobody speaks up for you. Nobody helps defend you. You devoted your entire life to helping others, listening to the smallest ones, caring for those who were ignored by others. They don't seem to remember that as they prepare to put you to death.

As a child, sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I feel that others don't stand up for me and defend me when I am afraid. Sometimes I don't feel like I am treated fairly, especially if I am scolded or corrected.

As an adult, sometimes I feel abandoned and afraid as well. Sometimes I too, feel like I am treated unfairly or blamed for things unfairly. I have a hard time when people criticize me at home or at work.

Help me be grateful for what you did for me. Help me to accept criticism and unfairness as you did, and not complain. Help me pray for those who have hurt me.

My Jesus, often have I signed the death warrant by my sins; save me by Thy death from that eternal death which I have so often deserved.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

II.              Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, as you accepted your cross, you knew you would carry it to your death on Calvary. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you accepted it and carried it just the same.

As a child, sometimes I don't like the problems that come my way. Sometimes I try to get others to take care of them or solve them for me. Sometimes I become upset and crabby when I'm asked to do even the smallest thing to help others.

As an adult I sometimes feel like I'm not appreciated. Sometimes I feel as if I accept more responsibility that I need to. I can feel sorry for myself, even though the crosses others carry are much larger than my own. In my self-pity, I don't reach out to help.

My Jesus, Who by Thine own will didst take on Thee the most heavy cross I made for Thee by my sins, oh, make me feel their heavy weight, and weep for them ever while I live.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

III.            Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, the cross you have been carrying is very heavy. You are becoming weak and almost ready to faint, and you fall down. Nobody seems to want to help you. The soldiers are interested in getting home, so they yell at you and try to get you up and moving again.

As a child, sometimes I start to do something, but then get tired of it. I hurry to get finished and sometimes don't do my work well. Sometimes I don't pay attention to what I should be doing. When things get hard for me, sometimes I give up.

As an adult, I sometimes put things off. I give up too easily, and sometimes don't

 

do my work as well as I know I can.

My Jesus, the heavy burden of my sins is on Thee, and bears Thee down beneath the cross. I loathe them, I detest them; I call on Thee to pardon them; may Thy grace aid me never more to commit them.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory Be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

IV.

Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, you feel so alone with all those people yelling and screaming at you. You don't like the words they are saying about you, and you look for a friendly face in the crowd. You see your mother. She can't make the hurting stop, but it helps to see that she is on your side, that she is suffering with you. She does understand and care.

As a child, sometimes I feel like too many things are going on. Sometimes other kids pick on me and call me names. I need to look around me for a friendly face, and for the help I need. I need to share my troubles with those who truly care about me.

As an adult I sometimes feel overwhelmed by many things. Life is so competitive, and I worry so much about my future and those who have some control over it. I need to remember that being an adult does not mean having to solve every problem all by myself. I need to look around me for a friendly face, for the help I need.

Jesus most suffering, Mary Mother most sorrowful, if, by my sins, I caused you pain and anguish in the past, by God's assisting grace it shall be so no more; rather be you my love henceforth till death.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

V.           Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, the soldiers are becoming impatient. This is taking longer than they wanted it to. They are afraid you won't make it to the hill where you will be crucified. As you grow weaker, they grab a man out of the crowd and make him help carry your cross. He was just watching what was happening, but all of a sudden he is helping you carry your cross.

As a child, sometimes I see people who need my help. Sometimes I pretend not to hear when my parents call me. I disappear when I know others could use my help.

As an adult, sometimes I try to do as little as I can and still get by. Others might need my help, but I ignore their needs. Even when I'm asked to help, I sometimes claim to be too busy.

My Jesus, blest, thrice blest was he who aided Thee to bear the cross. Blest too shall I be if I aid Thee to bear the cross, by patiently bowing my neck to the crosses Thou shalt send me during life. My Jesus, give me grace to do so.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

VI.            Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, suddenly a woman comes out of the crowd. Her name is Veronica. You can see how she cares for you as she takes a cloth and begins to wipe the blood and sweat from your face. She can't do much, but she offers what little help she can.

As a child, sometimes I know someone could use a little help and understanding. They may be picked on or teased by others, or just sad or lonely. Sometimes I feel bad that others don't step in to help, but I don't help either.

As an adult, I notice the needs around me. Sometimes my own family members crave my attention, and I don't even seem to notice. Sometimes a co-worker, friend, or family member could use help or understanding, but I don't reach out to help lest I be criticized, or that they demand more of me than I'd like to give.

My tender Jesus, Who didst deign to print Thy sacred face upon the cloth with which Veronica wiped the sweat from off Thy brow, print in my soul deep, I pray Thee, the lasting memory of Thy bitter pains.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

VII.        Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

This is the second time you have fallen on the road. As the cross grows heavier and heavier it becomes more difficult to get up. But you continue to struggle and try until you're up and walking again. You don't give up.

As a child, sometimes things get me down. Others seem to find things easier to do or to learn. Each time I fail, I find it harder to keep trying.

As an adult, sometimes I think I should know more than I do. I become impatient with myself and find it hard to believe in myself when I fail. It is easy to despair over small things, and sometimes I do.

Help me when things seem difficult for me. Even when it's hard, help me get up and keep trying as you did. Help me do my best without comparing myself with others.

My Jesus, often have I sinned and often, by sin, beaten Thee to the ground beneath the cross. Help me to use the efficacious means of grace that I may never fall again.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have Mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

VIII.        Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, as you carry your cross you see a group of women along the road. As you pass by you see they are sad. You stop to spend a moment with them, to offer them some encouragement. Although you are have been abandoned by your friends and are in pain, you stop and try to help them.

As a child, sometimes I think a lot about myself. I think about what I want and would like people to spend their lives pleasing me.

As an adult, sometimes I act like a child. I become so absorbed in myself and what I'd like that I forget about the needs of others. I take them for granted, and often ignore their needs.

Help me think more about others. Help me remembers that others have problems, too. Help me respond to them even when I'm busy or preoccupied with my own problems.

My Jesus, Who didst comfort the pious women of Jerusalem who wept to see Thee bruised and torn, comfort my soul with Thy tender pity, for in Thy pity lies my trust. May my heart ever answer Thine.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have Mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

IX.         Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, your journey has been long. You fall again, beneath your cross. You know your journey is coming to an end. You struggle and struggle. You get up and keep going.

As a child, sometimes I fail time and time again. I find it hard to get along with my sisters and brothers, sometimes I'm not honest, sometimes I'm lazy. I'm tempted to stop trying. It's just too hard sometimes.

As an adult, I often feel I should have conquered my weaknesses by now. I become discouraged when I'm confronted by the same problems over and over again. Sometimes I get weary. When I have health problems, I can become discouraged and depressed.

Help me think of the cross you carried. Help me continue to hope that I can make the changes in my life I need to. You didn't give up. I can have the strength to get up again as well.

My Jesus, by all the bitter woes Thou didst endure when for the third time the heavy cross bowed Thee to the earth, never, I beseech Thee, let me fall again into sin. Ah, my Jesus, rather let me die than ever offend Thee again.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in Peace.

All: Amen.

X.           Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

The soldiers notice you have something of value. They remove your cloak and throw dice for it. Your wounds are torn open once again. Some of the people in the crowd make fun of you. They tease you and challenge you to perform a miracle for them to see. They're not aware that you'll perform the greatest miracle of all!

As a child, sometimes I'm tempted to repeat stories I know are unclean and disrespectful. I sometimes try to act grown up by using crude and bad words.

As an adult, sometimes I repeat stories that are disrespectful of others. I can entertain thoughts that are not clean. Sometimes I give the young people around me a bad example to follow.

Help me to keep myself pure and clean. Help me say things that build up the people around me. Help me overcome worldly desires that I may become more like Jesus. Help me set a good example for others to follow.

My Jesus, stripped of Thy garments and drenched with gall, strip me of love for things of earth, and make me loathe all that savors of the world and sin.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

XI.         Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

You are stretched out on the cross you have carried so far. The soldiers take big nails and drive them into your hands and feet. You feel abandoned by the people you loved so much. People seem to have gone mad. You have done nothing but good, yet they drive nails through your hands and feet.

As a child, sometimes I hurt others. Sometimes I join with friends and decide not to like another. We gang up against another and cause them hurt and pain. Sometimes I say or do hurtful things to my brothers and sisters. I can wonder what they'd think about themselves if they believed everything I told them about themselves.

As an adult, sometimes I discriminate against others. Even without thinking, I judge others because of their color, intelligence, income level or name. I forget that I am to live as a brother or sister to all people. Sometimes I use harsh words when I speak to my children and family members. I can find it easy to look for something that isn't very important and make it very important.

Help me look again at the people around me. Help me see the hurt and pain I have caused in others. Be with me to help me make amends for the harm I have done.

My Jesus, by Thine agony when the cruel nails pierced Thy tender hands and feet and fixed them to the cross, make me crucify my flesh by Christian penance.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen

Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

XII

As Jesus hung on the cross, he forgave the soldiers {compassion of the 12th house and PIsces} who had crucified him, and prayed for his mother and friends. Jesus wanted all of us to be able to live forever with God, {Neptune/12th house all is ONE} so he gave all he had for us.

Jesus, let me take a few moments now to consider your love for me. Help me thank you for your willingness to go to your death for me. Help me express my love for you!

My Jesus, three hours didst Thou hang in agony, and then die for me; let me die before I sin, and if I live, live for Thy love and faithful service.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in

peace.

All: Amen.

XII.          Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, how brutally you were put to death. How gently your are taken from the cross. Your suffering and pain are ended, and you are put in the lap of your mother. The dirt and blood are wiped away. You are treated with love.

As a child, sometimes I treat others better when they're sad or in pain. When somebody dies, I become very gentle and kind. I notice the good and kind things people say about those who have died.

As an adult, I seem to be kinder when someone dies. If only I could learn to see the good things about them while they were alive. If only I would tell those around me how much I love them, while I still have the opportunity to do so.

Help me look for the good in those around me, especially those I love the most. Help me live this day as if it were the last. Help me become a more gentle and loving person through my greater appreciation for those around me.

O Mary, Mother most sorrowful, the sword of grief pierced thy soul when thou didst see Jesus lying lifeless on thy bosom; obtain for me hatred of sin because sin slew thy Son and wounded thine own heart, and grace to live a Christian life and save my soul.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: Have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

XIII.      Leader: We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you.

All: Because by your holy cross You have redeemed the world.

Jesus, your body is prepared for burial. Joseph gave you his own tomb. He laid your body there and rolled a large stone in front of it, then went home. What a sad day it has been for so many people.

As a child, sometimes I try to keep everything for myself. I find it hard to share my things with my brothers or sisters and with my friends.

As an adult, I can be selfish too. I can accumulate things and keep them for myself. I try to make sure I have what I want before I share what I have with anybody else.

Help me think of Joseph of Arimathea, who risked his own life as he accepted Jesus' body for burial. Help me think of how Joseph loved Jesus so much that he gave him his own tomb.

My Jesus, beside Thy body in the tomb I, too, would lie dead; but if I live, let it be for Thee, so as one day to enjoy with Thee in heaven the fruits of Thy passion and Thy bitter death.

Our Father.... Hail Mary.... Glory be to the Father....

Leader: Jesus Christ Crucified.

All: have mercy on Us.

Leader: May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest in peace.

All: Amen.

XIV.      Christ Has Risen  (alchemical rise out of the cocoon or chrysalis of the body/temp-EL.

Gethsemane (Greek: Γεθσημανή, Gethsemane; Hebrew: גת שמנים‎‎, Gat Shmanim; Syriac: ܓܕܣܡܢ‎, Gaḏ Šmānê, lit. "oil press") is a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, most famous as the place where Jesus prayed and his disciples slept the night before his crucifixion.

Chamber of the Upper-Heart-Chakra, HEARTTHYMUS...HEAR THY MUSE as I was told by MM.  You are now sitting in the center of Thy Father's House, which has many mansions, each degree of the astro wheel is called a mansion.  This is the HOLY GRAIL.  We are born with one, to distill our personal soul's essence.