Eve Of Midterm Elections 2026: The Aquarius Age is Here!

The view of the moon and planets outside my window, 4am.

The SkyView application defining the scene.

I woke up at 4am last night, the kitchen and patio lights which are on a motion sensor, were on.  So I walked into the kitchen and looked out the window.  That's how I happened to look up at the sky and saw the Moon, Jupiter, and Mars aligned together, staring down to me from my bedroom window like they have many lifetimes now.  I used my SkyView application to confirm that the stars beside the moon were indeed the planets Jupiter and Mars. 

What does this mean?

Well, an internet search shows:

An alignment or conjunction of the Moon, Jupiter, and Mars blends the archetypal energies of emotion, expansion, and drive. In esoteric, astrological, and metaphysical traditions, this combination creates a potent window for inner transformation, intentional action, and emotional clarity.

Core Esoteric Meanings of the Individual Archetypes:

The Moon (Intuition, Inner World, and Cycles): Representing the subconscious, feelings, memory, and the receptive/feminine principle, the Moon governs how we process safety, instinct, and emotional truth.

Jupiter (Expansion, Abundance, and Wisdom): Known as the "greater benefic" in occult and astrological traditions, Jupiter rules growth, higher philosophy, optimism, luck, and the broadening of horizons.

Mars (Action, Willpower, and Fire): Representing the masculine or dynamic principle, Mars governs courage, assertion, physical energy, passion, and the power to break through obstacles. 

The Combined Esoteric & Metaphysical Significance

When these three bodies converge in the sky, their distinct energetic currents merge into a synergistic force: 

Emotion Meets Expansion (Moon + Jupiter): This pairing amplifies intuition, deep spiritual faith, and emotional generosity. It opens a channel to look at personal or emotional patterns with a wider, more optimistic perspective rather than shrinking into fear or old habits.

Drive Meets Abundance (Mars + Jupiter): Often associated with enterprise, bold initiatives, and philosophical or social advancement, this pairing sparks high motivation. It bridges Jupiter's grand vision with Mars's capacity to execute, making it an ideal window for ambitious goals.

Grounded Action from the Subconscious (Moon + Mars): The Moon softens or agitates Mars's raw, fiery edge, turning blind impulse into emotionally-charged, purposeful determination—though it can also surface inner impatience or irritability if feelings are unexpressed.

What does all this mean, on the eve of midterm elections in the USA?  Well, I think it's bad news for the machoism party in power and positive for the feminine party out of power. 

On another note, this is the beginning of the Age of Aquarius. I've written before about the masculine backlash of the Age of Picese with President Trump and his "Man Party." 

Remember the song "Age of Aquarius" from the 60's.  It so happened to begin with the lyrics:

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

[Chorus]
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius
Aquarius
Aquarius

It's here folks!

 

Home From Cancer, Birds Return, All In A Day's Blog From Eso Terry

 

So here I am, home from the gates of hell, where I was forced to pee, to breath, to walk, and to crap because apparently your body wants to focus on healing and nothing else, so it needs to be reminded to fill its other obligations with the help of a militant nurse.  So much for my stay at the hosital.

I had the upper right lung removed from cancer 5 years ago, this time I had the lower left lung removed.  After they got in there, they saw that the cancer had made contact with a lymph node, and so I will start a chemo therapy soon. I get a check up this Friday with a lung X-ray, so for those of you interested in my second victory over the Big C, stay tuned. 

Before I go any further, let me set the record straight by saying I've never taken this cancer lightly for a second, although It may have appeared so in my previous "Cancer Post."  While I was underneath the knife this time, wrestling with the removal of a cancerous lung lobe, I imaged I was in a ring fighting the big C, and as a condition to him accepting another defeat, I have to tell you: Cancer is the shit, the big kahuna that should never be taken lightly by anyone for a second.

Having said that, Cancer can be beat if you are willing to fight, I mean to really fight, to give it everything you got, and of course, have faith in process as being part of the divine plan.  In my case, I had all the tools I needed in one easy format: Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. It created all the "mystic" events that had to happen, while guiding me through the process as I chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.  

I've giving my Nam-myoho-renge-kyo experience before, how it got me quick medical care from the VA hospital which saved my life, and so I dedicated my life to Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. Apparently, the same thing has happened again. I heard the doctors talking about how amazed they were that my blood- oxegen levels are normal after losing the equivalent of half a lung.  One doctor mention how I had attributed it to my chanting.  They chuckled, but they will always have this experience to share, as will I.  

So I need time to heal now, I plan on reading, sleeping, watching old episode of Colombo.  A guy who knew a thing or two about reading signs.  

Speaking of signs, my birds are back.  I can hear them chirping outside my bedroom window in the morning, and they are eating out of my feeder again.  

That's right, birds leave, I get cancer, they return... you do the math. 

Okay, onto phase two now, which I'll update you on after my next Doc visit. 

~~ Eso Terry  

Eve of my Cancer Surgery - The Signs Are Important, Esoterically Speaking

Things are moving right along, my lung lobectomy is tomorrow. If it is successful, I take two steps forward, if not, I try something else.  All signs are pointing good.  On my last update I told you about birds, a favorite sign of mine.  And it took awhile, but yesterday a few returned.  After I cut back the tropical forest, and then changed out the feed, a few returned.  Not the cluster that use to feed, but enough to know that that part of my life is back in balance with the universe. Like I said, Birds stop coming, I get cancer, they return... you do the math. 

Before I go any further, I've seen comments about my reading signs in everything, like it's not practical, or it's superstitious.  I disagree, for one, according to ancient sanskrit text, during his six years of austerity, the Buddha had reached a point where he thought he might turn around and stop seeking enlightenment, and so he placed a golden alms bow in a river and said to the universe, "...if I am to go on and reach enlightenment, let this bowl go upstream, against the current, if not, let it simple float downstream." Of course the the bowl goes upstream, against the current, and Siddhartha Gautama becomes enlightened, or as we Nirhiren Buddhist know, became enlightened again for the up-tenth time as he had done numerous times before -- according to the Lotus Sutra, that is, the most important sutra of them all in my humble opinion -wink, wink.  But that's a conversation for another time. 

All religions have signs given by their god/gods, in Matthew 2:2 God places a star in the the sky as a sign to the wise men looking for the birth of a savior -- of course, the wise men are actually the Magi which represent the essential stages of our inner transformation on the spiritual path, none-the-less, they were given a sign, and had not they followed it....

Emperor Constantine the Great saw a luminous cross of light in the sky while marching his troops, and took it as a sign from the Christian War God to go kick ass and take names for his new found faith. 

Simply stated: signs are there for us if we choose to see them.  So as they say in Vegas, deal with it... or is it deal the cards(?) All the same. 

So the sign I yesterday was a kingfisher bird.  The first one I've ever seen in my life.  Actually, I thought it was a deformed bluejay that might have escaped from Chernobyl - for you young ones out there that's a reference to the Russian nuclear reactor meltdown in 1986 which evacuate a whole city with parts still inhabitable today.  But this was no nuclear mutant bird, this was the kingfisher bird with its long beak, and he/she/or its nonbinary self was staring right at me. I mean given me the look like, "what took you so long with the food?"  It wasn't moving, and so I went to get a camera, but it was gone.  If you remember with my last post and the Avian Oracles, the kingfisher was a sign of peace and prosperity.  So I'll take that as a positive sign. 

Yes, tomorrow is the same surgery I had five-years ago when I first had lung cancer.  I know the routine, it's difficult, excruciating pain to inhale, but they make you.  Excruciating pain to walk, but they make you. But it's worth it, and I've never been happier to endure the suffering.  For I am committed to being here for my family, friends, and you, both of you - hi mom. 

That's it for today, here's the shower kit I have titled "Ready to Prep," for my surgery.  And I learned last time to read the instructions.  For this stuff is bad on your head and private parts down there, I mean, wow, especially down there. Not again, not me. 

Please stay tuned, I'll post again as soon after the surgery as I can.  

Peace out

~~ Eso Terry 

My Birds, My Cancer(?)

Today, I wish to talk with you about birds.  Yes, those creatures in the skies we pay little attention to; however, if we did, our lives would have more meaning. 

Before I was an Esoterist/Nichiren Buddhist/Nice Guy After Coffee, I worked as a banking software guy.  On one of our install trips we hit a bird with our car while driving to the client.  The driver thought it was funny, and said something like, "That 'ill teach it."  For me it wasn't so funny, I knew it meant something, and it did, the trip was a disaster and we all ended up losing our jobs.  I'm not saying it was a bad thing, but it was the warning that change was coming, in my book.

In the Navy, many moons ago, in San Diego one of those crazy Cuckoo Birds who are crying all the time, took a flying dump on my white uniform as I was headed for a Friday morning inspection.  Because of the yellow crap on my hat, shoulder, and sleeve -- this must of been a sick bird --I failed inspection and got two-weeks detention which kept me from leaving the base.  During that time, a few buddies I most likely would have been out drinking with, got into a terrible car accident. So that Cuckoo Bird with its undiagnosed bladder ailment, was really a stroke of good fortune from the heavens. 

When my mom was dying in the hospital, of lung cancer, I slept in a chair beside her bed next to a window.  It was a cold, dark, rainy day outside that window where I noticed a pidgin and her kids, cubs, chics, whatever a birds offspring is, shivering close together on a ledge. I knew it meant something; something like a message from the heavens reminding me that I needed to be thankful for the time I had with my mom, who protected me from the winds and rains with no help from a man, during a time they still called boys like me a "bastard child."  A few minutes after seeing those birds, mom woke from her morphine-induced bliss, and spoke as clearly as ever, as she said, "Terry, I didn't give you much, but I did give you love." 

Those were her last coherent words to me as she morphed into a living skeleton before finally giving up the ghost and dying.  Seeing those birds was a sign to enjoy that last encounter with my wakeful mother.  

I could go on and on about birds in my life, how a bird flew into our garage door and was suffering, and my wife took garden cutters to cut its head off and end its suffering.  I buried that headless bird in the backyard, soon after that we divorced.  

I have always been sensitive to birds, so sensitive in fact, that I've actually been feeding them from a bird feeder outside my bedroom window.  And over the years they have even pecked at my window when their feeder was empty. However, something changed a few months ago, they stopped feeding, and my luck changed.  I haven't won a a cent in daily-fantasy sports, something I do for fun, just a few dollars a day. Nothing big. Then there is my cancer, which I'll talk more about later, right now I was to talk birds. 

In esoteric traditions, birds serve as living metaphors for our souls, some consider them psychopomps: a spirit, or deity whose job it is to guide our souls from Earth to the afterlife. 

In Persian mysticism and Sufi tradition, the Simurgh is a giant bird that represents divine wisdom, unity, and the realization that ultimate truth is found within oneself. 

To the alchemists, the firebird, or Phoenix, represented the rebirth of one's soul, rising from the ashes of failure.  

The Native Americans honored the Thunderbird as a celestial being whose wings generate cosmic rumblings to alert us of trouble. 

Then there are the Avian Oracles, tarot type cards of birds and the meanings of their chance encounters.

For a better understanding of bird symbolism you can go to Journeytreehealing.com, and be prepared to have your mind blown away. In their Bird Symbolism section you'll find that the kingfisher bird represents peace and prosperity; and that the crow, which is often linked to “darkness,” is actually a symbol of change and transformation. i.e., it was a crow we killed that day my software career unraveled.

The Humming Bird symbolizes the nectar of life and teaches us to draw on life’s sweet essence to sustain ourselves through challenging times.

Seeing a sparrow is a sign to recognize your inner strength and use it to bring about the change you need in your life. i.e, dump the guy.

Birds are always around us. And everyday we should take a moment to stop, look, and listen to them, for they really are messengers to help guide the way.

Now, let's turn to today's post, titled, My Birds, My Cancer(?)

I've been feeding the birds around my condo for ten years now. Actually, they've been fed here since my neighbor, Goga, was feeding them before she died around the time I started feeding them.

I call them my pets because they are always chirping outside my window, and sometimes they look at me from my window ledge to remind their feeder is empty. They've even tapped on the glass a few times.

The problem now is that they've stopped chirping and eating. There are a couple reasons to consider why this has happened:

    One. I changed feeders when the bottom fell out of the old one they had been feeding out of for ten years.

    Two. The store ran out of the cheap stuff and so I used the more expensive seed.

    Three. Global Warming - yes, I'm old enough to call it what it is.

Okay, "Climate Change," that word we are not allowed to say in Texas anymore without being looked down on as a radical... Who cares, what I want to tell you is that there is this tropical plant that grows next to the bird feeder, and it has been there since the place was built. Every year it starts out as nothing but little plants and by the end summer, it is a nice shade bush just above the feeder that the birds sometimes land on to keep the rain off them. Every winter, it dies, and starts over again the next year. It has been that way since 2007, the year I moved into this condo.

Last year, for the first time since I've been here, the tropical bush didn't die, it just kept growing because of the mild winter. And so it was already full grown when this summer started, and within a few weeks It had grown over the bird feeder with a cave of tropical leafs.

I kept telling myself I would trim back the leafs so the birds would use the feeder again. But I didn't. Too busy. That was about three months ago. Since then, I have had no luck with sports gambling, as I said, and, most notable of all lung cancer.

Are the two connected? Who knows, but what I do know is the cancer in my lung is now the size of a dime, and I am scheduled to have that section of my lungs removed, just as I did five years ago. I'm confident I'll survive this, that is, if my birds return.

~~ Eso Terry