Uranus in Taurus – The End of the World–As We Know It.


I try not to give into fear by remaining rational and level-headed, but this upcoming ingress of Uranus into Taurus has me very concerned. This is because Taurus represents peace, normalcy, finances, food, nature, values and standards. Uranus is about upheaval, rebellion, chaos, sudden upsets, destruction, tyranny, sudden change, and perversion. Uranus also deals with groups of people, social causes, and activism. Uranus is considered to be in the “Fall” when in Taurus. A sign that places a planet in the “Fall”, is not a healthy placement for it. Uranus will first ingress into Taurus on May 16, 2018. The 16th is a day of catastrophe so I’m curious to see how Uranus will get things started.

I pulled a Tarot Card to represent the theme of Uranus in Taurus and it was the 5 of Swords. The 5 of Swords is one of the most troublesome cards of the Tarot Deck. It is ascribed to Venus in Aquarius and it denotes conflict, treachery, betrayal, rebellion, uprising, theft, hate, vindictiveness and artifice. What’s interesting and downright spooky is that Venus rules Taurus and Uranus rules Aquarius so the 5 of Swords is on point. It is not a card that is conducive to harmonious relationships and for the well-being of humanity. The 5 of Swords only confirms my suspicions about Uranus’ entry into the sign of the Bull. This card also proves that I am not just being paranoid nor am I giving in to irrational fear. 

So let me just cut to the chase with some bullet points regarding the possible ways in which Uranus in Taurus will manifest:

  • Rebellion against convention and all that is natural. The abnormal becomes normalized. Chaos replaces order. Upheavals. 
  • A major change/shift in global economic conditions—for the worse. Economic insecurity.
  • Tyranny—especially economic and ecological. A cashless system could be implemented. Money becomes totally electronic. 
  • Microchip implants will become more of the norm.
  • GMO foods will become even more the norm.
  • Perversion will reach an all-time high due to the erosion of values and standards.
  • The lines between Right and Wrong will be blurred.
  • Public nudity and other forms of indecency/deviant behavior will become more socially acceptable.
  • The battle between the sexes will reach an all-time high.
  • Racial tension will reach a crescendo; A race or civil war is possible.
  • Riots and social uprisings.
  • Being under total surveillance.
  • Air travel could be heavily restricted in some areas due to civil unrest or war.
  • People will develop more of a mob mentality.
  • The perversion or devaluation of the Arts. Ugliness will be considered to be Beauty.
  • An increase in natural disasters, crazy weather, mega storms, droughts. 
  • The weather will become totally manufactured (Geoengineering programs have been in place for many years now, but NASA claims that it will own the weather by 2025 http://csat.au.af.mil/2025/volume3/vol3ch15.pdf)

I don’t mean to be all about gloom and doom, but I am also a realist and I can’t ignore this destructive energy that is imminent. We will need more faith and inner peace than ever to get through these sour times that are on the horizon.

On the bright side, enlightenment will increase and people will gain more access to creative powers that are not of this Earth. Uranus in Taurus will usher in some state-of-the-art designs that have yet to enter our realm of human experience. There will also be an increase in entrepreneurs as Uranus enters Taurus since Uranus = Independence. This is also a very good time for Astrologers (also meta-physicians in general) since Uranus is the planet that rules Astrology and with Taurus representing money, but also realism, Astrology will be given more legitimacy. Taurus also represents advisors and with Uranus in Taurus, many people will be seeking answers that cannot be satisfied through conventional means. More people will consider becoming an Astrologer as a viable career option.  

~ Rahbinah Rastaban, Astrologer/Spiritual Advisor

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31 Days of Horror: A Compilation of My Favorite Horror Films. Day 11: Lord of Illusions

Lord of Illusions

Day 11: Lord of Illusions

Why I love it:

  • It was directed by Clive Barker, famous horror writer and director who brought you Hellraiser and Candyman.
  • It deals with a death cult located in the Mojave desert that worships a magician called Nix. Human sacrifice is the main theme. 
  • It features a fortune teller who uses Tarot to divine the future. 
  • If you like magic and illusionists like I do, then you’ll enjoy this movie. 
  • The “Magic Castle” is featured in the film. The Magic Castle is an actual clubhouse for magicians and practitioners of the occult and it’s located in Los Angeles, California. 
  • The pineal gland, that mysterious and magical gland located at the base of the brain (location of the 3rd eye) is prominently featured.
  • The movie’s content is fresh, dark, disturbing, and thought-provoking. Not many horror films contain such depth. 
  • A lot of underlying truth can be found in this film when you get past the special effects. 
  • Scott Bakula stars as the protagonist, Henry D’Amour and he is very convincing as a private investigator. He just has that detective look.

Lord of Illusions

source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_of_Illusions

The Hamster Wheel of Fortune: Fluorescent lights, Extreme AC, Germ-ridden co-workers and other not-so minor inconveniences in the workplace.

wage slave

If you’ve been following my blog since the very beginning you will know by now that I absolutely despise being employed. My aspiration of being a full-time entrepreneur has still have yet to be fulfilled, despite the fact that my business has been operating consistently for the past 7 years. I’m not quite at the point where I can quit my job forever. Oh how I wish I could right now so that I would not be assaulted by glaring florescent lights or put up with the new co-worker who keeps hacking and sneezing in the corner. New co-worker also smells like wet dog. I know I’m not imagining it. Did I mention that it’s often freezing cold like the Arctic Circle up in here? I know these are minor inconveniences to some, but they add up and they begin to take a toll upon my mental health and emotional well-being. I feel fragmented and stagnant being employed for long stretches of time: I don’t feel whole. I feel closed in when I have to share a small office (about twice the size of a janitor’s closet) with more than 1 person—especially when the 3rd person is playing host to common cold germs.

Then there’s the issue of being severely underpaid. If I didn’t have my business income to supplement my slave wages, I would be barely making it despite having a master’s degree. As it stands, my hourly rate for my business is $60. To figure out how much I make at my current place of employment, just take $60 and divide by 4. This is exactly why I am writing this blog during my hours of employment. I don’t get paid enough to be a total obedient slave. Where’s the incentive to be a do-gooder paper pusher?

A few months ago I got the insane notion that I could leave 1 hour early on some days if I didn’t take my hour lunch break. To me it makes sense because I am not paid for that hour and I was told that the hour break could be taken at any time. My shift was 10 to 6 and some days I would leave at 5 because I would not take a lunch. Well, one drone caught wind of what I was doing and snitched to management. Now I have to take the hour break regardless of whether I need it. Nonsensical rules like this make me feel that I am not being treated as an adult, but hey if you want that paycheck… I’m dealing with it. Compared to being underpaid, this is only a small gripe.

You see my whole goal was to make my current place of employment, my final place of employment, but it’s getting to the point now where I’d rather have some form of change than no change at all.


I pulled a Tarot card with the question: Should I look for a better plantation or should I just stick it out at my current job? I got the Wheel of Fortune which is a card that signifies change—change that is usually for the better. I currently work for a small college and the Wheel of Fortune is ascribed to the planet Jupiter, the ruler of colleges and universities. The time is ripe in fact, for me to transition into a new position with another school since the Sun is transiting my 9th house (higher education falls under the 9th house) and Venus has just entered my 8th (the 8th house deals with managing other people’s finances and I am a financial aid coordinator at my present job). As much as I hate going through the hiring process, it will be worth it if I can find a job with better pay. I’m giving myself a week to get some interviews since I’m in a bit of a time crunch. I get paid only once a month at my present job so the best time to leave is right after payday which just happens to be tomorrow.

The older I get the less I am willing to settle. I’ve settled for too long at this current job already. I will have been employed with the company for 2 years this coming March. The longest job I’ve had only lasted exactly 3 years which ought to tell you something. However, while I’m at a particular job I do my work to the best of my ability. A slacker, I am not. It’s my employer that’s the slacker—paying me well below what I deserve for both my experience and education. It’s time to cut the freeloaders off. Game over.

~ Rahbinah

8 of Pentacles: 8 is Enough

Short Stories in the World of Tarot

8 of Pentacles: 8 is Enough


Octavia had not seen such lean times in her 38 years upon the Earth. It was 2051. Certain commodities like sugar, tea, pasta, certain fruits and select meats including beef and veal were now outlawed (not so for the Elite) as a way to preserve what little bit of precious natural resources remained. The masses were thrown rations of mass produced chickens, Tilapia and of course pork bellies. One was lucky to get their hands on meat that was fresh as most cuts were frozen with ambiguous packaging information. Thankfully, root vegetables were still in abundant supply. Octavia never forgot what her mother told her:

“As long as you got some root vegetables you can make a meal”.

Octavia’s late mother had also taught her the Secret Law of 8. She had told Octavia that as long as she kept 8 key ingredients in her kitchen she and her loved ones would never fall victim to poverty. Of course these 8 key ingredients had to be kept secret so they will not be revealed here. With these 8 key ingredients and a few more, Octavia became widely known throughout her district for baking the best chicken pot pies.

As a result of the government’s sanctions on many foods, pot pies and casseroles experienced a major resurgence since most people had to cook with the odds and ends they could salvage from the local food distribution centers. It was impossible to get your hands on a whole chicken—unless you ventured into the seedy black market. Everything was virtually broken down into modular bits and pieces. One couldn’t even find one whole chicken breast. Supermarkets were quickly becoming a thing of the past. Most city dwellers were forced to wait in hour-long lines at the government-run mega food distribution centers. Many restaurants and individual food vendors jumped on the pot pie band wagon, but there was just something about Octavia’s pies that beat out the competition. They had that special something. Even high level politicians and a few celebrities had tasted the savory perfection of her pies.

As a result of her thriving pot pie business, Octavia was able to support herself, her disabled husband and their 3 children, plus her ailing aunt. They all assisted Octavia with the pot pie business, but their roles were compartmentalized for no one but Octavia could know the 8 secret ingredients. When it came time to assemble each pie, Octavia would shoo the others out of her kitchen. Alone with the pies she would commence her Earth magic and set about pouring the thick, aromatic, soup-like mixture into the homemade pie shells. Making pies was always a labor of love for Octavia. The fact that she could earn a decent living and fill hungry stomachs each week was the icing on the cake. Octavia removed the 8th secret ingredient from a locked tin can and sprinkled a liberal amount onto each pie. She said a melodic chant under her breath and then to proceeded to lay down the top crusts. She gave the pies a final once over before brushing the tops with egg wash. This batch she was preparing was the mini version of her pot pies and they were actually big enough to fill the bellies of 2 adult women or 3 children. 8 pies went into the oven—4 on the top rack, 4 on the bottom.

There were other things that Octavia’s mother told her about the number 8. Her mother had admonished her about the number 8 carrying a heavy responsibility for those who harness its power. Octavia’s mother had warned her of the latent ability to do great harm being contained within the number 8:

“Just as you can feed the hungry with the 8, you also have the power to poison them just the same. “You can increase things with 8, even wealth, but you can also decrease things, and that includes the ultimate decrease which is death”.

Octavia’s mother spoke of two kinds of poisoning: accidental and deliberate. The former was easy to avoid. It being simply a matter of maintaining proper sanitary conditions. Octavia’s mother taught her however, the secret to carrying out the latter—if the need should ever arise. For poisoning, the same 8 ingredients would be used, but they would have to be added in reverse of the proper order. Different chants were sung and in order for the spell to take effect, the victim had to either cross the threshold of the pie maker’s home to receive the pie or the pie had to be ordered by the target and delivered by the baker. Other key steps were also added, not to be discussed here.

It was in those days of very lean times that the current Leadership started cracking down on independent food vendors citing what Octavia saw as bogus claims of unsanitary conditions and excessive use of natural resource vouchers. The Food Regulation board sent out a team of natural resource evaluators along with food auditors and the doling out of steep fines began. It was a tactic with the intention of shutting down independent food vendors who the Leadership saw as not being dependent enough upon the system. The restaurant owners were not being targeted since their pockets were deep enough to pay off the culinary storm troopers.

Octavia knew the time was approaching when she would hear the unmistakable heavy thumps at the door. She had made a few special pies for this very occasion. She knew the Leadership’s guard dogs could not resist the mouth-watering smells that permeated her entire home. They would make the excuse that they had to conduct field tests just so they could eat her magical pies. Octavia smiled and chuckled a bit at the thought of the three goons gorging themselves on her delicious disks of sustenance, but she was dead serious. Octavia was dedicated to preserving her livelihood at all costs, bus she wasn’t keen on committing murder. Even her mother being heavily into the dark side of the occult warned her about that kind of revenge. She remembered her mother saying:

“It’s best to always err on the side of prudence”.

The poisoning pot pie spell was intended to cause great harm, but not death. It had just enough power to keep most if not all enemies at bay. After the target consumed the special pie, he would be struck with the worst case of gastritis that would last for 8 full days (the poor target would most likely be counting each hour—all 192 of them). The target would not be able to keep anything down and he would experience mind bending nausea, bile producing retching, and unbelievable abdominal pain. By the 8th day, the target would begging for death. On the 9th day, his health would return. From that point on, any thought, mention or feeling regarding the maker of the pie would induce the same gastrointestinal malaise giving the victim perfect motivation to block the pie maker out of his consciousness altogether. If he should so much as walk by the home of the pie maker or pull her dossier, the target would be beset with a strong wave of nausea followed by stomach cramps which rival the pain that a woman experiences when in the final stages of labor. The bad case of gastritis was also contagious so that anyone who had any involvement with Octavia’s case ran the risk of contracting the terrible condition. Eventually Octavia would become less than a distant memory as no one would dare to even approach her file.

Octavia heard an authoritative knock at the door. She wasn’t expecting them so soon. Still, 3 individual pies were cooling on a baker’s rack. Octavia wiped her hands on her apron which was decorated with infinity symbols, checked her face in the small mirror which hung by the door and invited the 3 Food Auditors in. “It smells wonderful in here, Mrs. Lemniscate”, said the one with the boyish grin.

“We will need to conduct some field tests. We’ll take 3 pies, please”, the one with the haughty attitude and thick neck uttered in a deep growl.

“Certainly”, said Octavia as she turned towards the kitchen. “You’re just in time. I just took some out of the oven. It’ll only take a few more minutes to set before they’re ready to eat”.

“Very well,” said the thick necked one who was obviously in control. “By the smell, I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait”.

“Yes”, said Octavia, “It certainly will”.


The Hanged Man: In the Realm of NO TIME


“I was so lost, so far gone” thought Julian as he sat on the edge of the bed contemplating his current predicament. All he could do was wait it out. To him, it felt like indefinite Saturday detention. While Julian was forced to sacrifice his normal existence which he saw as secure, there was a quiet calm that filled his entire being.

This period of waiting prompted Julian to get in touch with his spiritual self and ride with the cosmic flow. Time spent alone and without the influence of the outside world caused his vision to change. With the blinders off, his old version of reality now felt like a dream, better yet an illusion. Julian could now see himself for who he really was: a spiritual being fighting spiritual battles in the world of flesh and bone. “These Astrology books I’m reading are on to something” he mused. Julian especially liked what the books had to say about Neptune and Pisces. He could certainly relate.

Feelings of powerless morphed into Divine Understanding. Living in the realm of No Time he was able to determine which way he needed to go. The passing of each day being utterly slow; his future: To Be Determined–by going his own way instead of the old way. The current state of his existence being a chrysalis.

Julian emerged from his room at the New Perspectives rehabilitation center and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He felt faint, woozy, but this was no drug high. He thanked God for another chance as he walked down the corridor to join the others for another group meeting.

~ Rahbinah

3 of Cups: Pussy Galore

Short Stories in the World of Tarot

3 of Cups


There was magic in the air on that warm night in Cancer season. Bodies tightly linked and exuding raw, pulsating emotion. She couldn’t resist what was about to happen. She knew he wanted the Good Times she had to give. His appetite for forbidden beauty overwhelmed his senses that night in Cancer season. They both had a very valid reason to refrain, but emotion took over. His wife would certainly disapprove. His wife is her best friend. Still they took a dip in the murky waters of communal lust. Two new lovers emerge with the 3rd none the wiser.

When they come together it’s pure joy and merriment among the trio with the wife choosing not to know despite the signs and signals. Of course for her, ignorance is always bliss. “Sharing is Caring”, her best friend has rationalized. “All for One and One for All” is the husband’s cadence. The 3 of them continue to perform the dance at the masquerade ball. 3 will eventually become either 2 or 4, but at present, for the husband, it’s Pussy Galore.


Uncertainty Can Be a Good Thing


As a Tarot Reader and Astrologer, I have the privilege and ability to be able to divine future events. I have no qualms about doing it for others, but when it comes to my own life, there are times when uncertainty can be a good thing. I’m sure other Tarot Readers and Divination Specialists can relate to what I am talking about. There are plans, goals, wishes, and objectives that you want to see through to the very end without having knowledge of the outcome. For instance, I applied for a small business loan this week and now I am waiting to hear back from the finance company to see if my application is approved. I have a vague idea of when I will hear back from my loan representative, but I am not really sure how this will all pan out. Now I can easily consult the cards, but in this case I’d rather remain ignorant of what’s to come. Why spoil all the fun by knowing in advance? Well, actually to find out that I was not approved would not be any fun at all, but even with that, I’d rather know later than sooner.

I must admit that this period of uncertainty that I am traversing is creating some anxiety within me, but still not enough for me to reach for those cards. I do have a little peace of mind in that I can see what is coming down the pike for me astrologically by looking at my transits and progressions. That’s all I need to know for now.

I also, believe that the Universe has a system of checks and balances set up when it comes to doing divination on the self. One cannot possibly know every aspect of his or her future and I don’t believe that it’s meant for us to know. If complete foreknowledge of every life situation were a possibility, the playing field would be severely imbalanced giving some of us god-like powers. I mean, if you were able to know every detail of your future, why bother even getting out of bed every morning? Some of the future may be revealed to those who practice divination prior to its manifestation, but a large portion of it will remain largely unknown so that we may learn the lessons necessary for our spiritual evolution. What is a test if you already have access to the answer key? What is the purpose of faith when you are already aware of what’s to come?

Some things are just better left unknown until their manifestation in the material world. I’m patiently waiting despite having an arsenal of divinatory tools at my disposal.


Tarot at Random: Saturnine


Word of the Day: Saturnine


1. born under or influenced by the planet Saturn

2. cold or steady in mood: slow to act or change; gloomy, surly; sardonic

Tarot Card: 4 of Pentacles

Charles Dickens’ character Scrooge is a perfect representative for this card. This card can denote miserliness, avarice and being overly suspicious of the intentions of others. These are all qualities of the planet Saturn. Saturn along with the 4 of Pentacles also deals being rigidly conservative and ultra-traditional. It is the planet of depression and gloominess. The guy in the card may have financial security but deep down inside he is insecure and miser-able




Tarot at Random: Diffident


Word of the Day: Diffident


1. hesitant in acting or speaking through a lack of self-confidence.

2. reserved, unassertive

Tarot Card: 8 of Swords

The 8 of Swords is a card of hesitation, timidity and a lack of willpower. With the 8 of Swords, one is usually caught in vice of his or her own making due to an absence of confidence and self-assurance. Basically the person in the 8 of Swords position is afraid of her own shadow. She doesn’t trust her judgment or her ability to take charge of a situation.




Tarot at Random: Matriculate


Word of the Day: Matriculate


to enroll as a member of a body and especially of a college or university

Tarot Card: The Hierophant

One of the meanings of the Hierophant is formal education. The Hierophant represents institutions of higher learning such as colleges and universities. The act of matriculation is essentially being enrolled into an educational group or cohort. The Hierophant deals with groups and general consensus.