“Religion and Astrology are incompatible”
Said a man down the pub, rub-a-dub-dub.
“Astrology is bunk, just ask any scientist”,
Said the manic Christian woman on the radio, yo-ho-ho.
“Astrologers are charlatans, madmen rambling,
Cheapening the universe with pre-Copernican dabbling.
And a constellation has no more meaning,
Than a weird-shaped damp patch, on a bathroom ceiling.”
Said with such feeling,
By the self-proclaimed high-priest of Darwinian thought,
When perhaps he ought to know better.
“It is simply a mistake to imagine that the forces exerted by stars and planets at the moment of birth can in any way shape our futures.
Neither is it true that the positions of distant bodies make certain days or periods more favourable to particular kinds of action,
Or that the sign under which one was born determines one’s compatibility with other people”.
Said eighteen nobel-prizewinning scientists, but were they pissed?
“A manifesto denouncing newspaper astrology could as easily be signed by the leading astrologers, as by a group of scientists”.
So how did you do it? How did you know?
How did you do it? How did you know?
Instantaneous non-locality, is everyday quantum reality.
Action at a distance, psychic gravity, if three is one, and one is three.
Indivisible oneness, across the universe, interconnectedness, time reverse.
All things and all moments touch at every place, illusion of time, illusion of space.
If the reality of nature is duality, particle/wave, matter/energy,
Why not mind and matter meeting in the quantum sea?
Simultaneity, synchronicity.
If it’s good enough for Sting, then it’s good enough for me.
So why did the scarab beat its wings, like rain against the window-pane?
Responding to what arcane truths, did birds of death alight on roofs?
Why did the mother’s film come back, the reasons are neither white nor black.
It’s an interesting problem for our introspection,
Are the planets good hooks for our projections?
Do the god of war, and the goddess of love rule the heavens within, or the heavens above?
So how did you do it? How did you know?
How did you do it? How did you know?
Mapping light years of inner space, correspondences that leave no trace,
Revelation in shamanic trance, no separation at the level of the quantum dance,
Rituals performed beneath a full moon, particles dance but who writes the tune?
As above, so below, in a nature more weird than we can suppose.
What is the nature of the force? What is the nature of the source?
Are we no more, are we no less, than the dream of a greater consciousness?
Aspects, Horaries, Tee-squares, Trines,
Were cynics and sceptics all born under the same sign?