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Here is a beautiful example of how the macrocosmic celestial relationships, whose symbolic meanings often feel so ungraspable, translate into our daily lives at the microcosmic level. This is what the delivery of the Thunderbolt (Uranus) of Destruction (Pluto) in square actually looks and feels like right here on terra firma. As many of you know, I do live in the Jemez Mountains and this fire did start just a mile from my home. Fortunately for me and my small neighborhood, it began east of us, with winds blowing east. However, it’s presence has been huge and overwhelming and, though I am safe here to the West of it, I know so many flora dying and ache for the fauna (including humans) that are threatened and struggling in its path. What I am including here is a series of “reports” I wrote to friends in Santa Fe and some of their responses which, as a whole, I believe can illuminate the deep feelings held by so many on this planet as we traverse the series of Squares between these two planets through 2015. They are, indeed, “sparking” destructive changes, the opening of old and buried wounds, and the transformation of them into something larger than our personal circumstances. It’s about personally and universally connecting to events that effect us all, though in our individual ways. In addition to these written exchanges, I have had many calls from clients, as well as conversations with village friends, regarding the welling up of sorrows and fears, intensive periods of overwhelming fatigue to an almost narcoleptic degree, as well as sudden personal crises whose end appears in doubt. This is exactly what this epoch is all about and, as these exchanges reveal, the deep and abiding drive to heal.
If you are willing to make your way through them, it is my hope that the progression in the “calls and responses” between myself and friends will elucidate the natural progression from the first “numb and dumb” recognition of a new reality and it’s often concomitant attention to “facts” (a good way to find control in uncontrollable circumstances) toward a more full and contemplative reflection on the symbolism of events, which is what astrology, life, transition and death are all about. It is also the core of what will be required of us through the Uranus/Pluto squares and klieg lights of sudden changes through the next few years. They will bring the destruction and, which will then open the way for the “something new.” But we have to extend our horizons and think long-term, just as the twists and turns of this fire have required those of us in its immediate vicinity to do. This requires endurance and courage and the simple ability to sometimes just sit with ourselves and cry. It, like aging, is definitely not for the faint of heart.
Before you continue, please do pardon the rather interesting formatting throughout. These exerpts are directly taken out of e-mails and, given all the various fonts and compatibilities of the digital world, I have not been able to format it all here in any uniform manner. Perhaps another metaphor for our confusing and disconnected world at the moment. Though that is a vestige of a past structure now falling down.
I can think of no other more appropriate transition from the Piscean age, which began approximately 2000 years ago when christianity established itself as a spiritual authority (the phrase itself is an oxymoron as there is no authority within spirituality, only within artificial religions) and the Aquarian age, which faces us now and begs us to accept and traverse unknown territory.
The current Pope’s resignation is symbolic of the millenia-old patriarchal and hierarchical culture of control, violence, deceit, perversions and total cowardice, established during the beginning of the Piscean age, that must crumble and fall if we are to enter into the Age of Aquarius with any awareness and wakefulness at all.
The current demise of that outdated culture/structure (Pluto in Capricorn now), founded 2000 years ago, during which the authority of Western males was firmly established to the detriment of female wisdom, personal authenticity, peaceful relationships with others and the desire to acknowledge individual talents in service to the greater whole, is one to be celebrated.
These red cocks wearing their girlish costumes (which once belonged to the province of temple priestesses – now aped in bizarre frocks worn by men and demeaned by them), must be cast aside if we are to enter into the Aquarian concepts of community, right relationships and the attainment of higher Mind.
Aquarians are all about creativity of the Mind and individual expression of personal, spiritual meaning, and we must all yield to their heralding changes. In the same light, we must acknowledge those of Piscean heritage who will usher out the last two millenia of travesty that began with our age. Sorrow and the transmission of learned lessons are what those born in Pisces (and/or those with charts heavy in Pisces/Calypso/Chiron) have to hold during this transition. WE do know the wounds inflicted over this past era and we can, indeed, communicate the errors of those ways.
The skirted, poof-ball perverts of the Catholic Church, which established extraordinarily ridiculous theories and behaviors at the beginning of the Piscean age, have led us all astray during these two millennia of their rule in left-brain, boy thought, orthodox behavior for far too long. When I use the word “poof ball,” I am not referring to someone’s sexual orientation (though these guys have some serious hangups in general around sexuality); I am referring to a person’s utter lack of courage, honesty and integrity. The word is actually the informal name of a member of the edible fungi family – a mushroom. They are usually round and are distinguished by their ephemeral, fragile structure. If one squeezes a poof ball, millions of spores “poof” from its insides, after which it collapses. So, originally, referring to someone as a poof ball did mean that they were a lot of air with very little substance.
Let’s all watch the pope run and hide just as the Church’s dirty laundry is washing in on the tide. I see there is a reason to thank Pluto for her revelations of secrets and lies at this time, as well as her influences in the collapse of useless structures.
What shall happen as Calypso, the true ruler/goddess of the seas and oceanic spirituality of the people (mis-named by males as Neptune) moves through Pisces over the next 10 years, will be the drowning of those patriarchal robes, ermine capes and false red slippers in the waters of transformation. Dorothy, where are you and will you please, for all of us, click your ruby sequined slippers? We are being asked to realize that there is, indeed, no place like home and I hope we can all begin to awaken and recognize the true members of our small communities once again. And, it is going to take diligence and work on the part of us all.
If any of those red-capped boys were at all functioning out of honesty or integrity, they would immediately suspend the upcoming joke of “choosing a new Pope,” throw up their hands and say, “We failed. Most miserably, in a quest for spirituality.” Each and every one of them would resign if they had any conscience.
Alas, no, they will, even in the face of all facts as to their pedophilic, bank fraudulent and corrupt behaviors, try to pump themselves up like adolescent boys on viagra. We should all laugh and walk away from their theatrical gesticulations at this point. The emperors/popes are all, indeed, rendered naked. Better for all of us to simply turn away as they embarrass themselves once again before humanity. It is the polite thing to do, though politeness is far more than any of them deserve. Read the rest of this entry »
I seem to be stumbling across a number of articles these days that express, far more beautifully than I can, my own philosophical orientation to life and the need to return to a very vital, sacred part of human nature which has been lost to the commodifying, consumerist culture that has, over time, impoverished our spiritual selves.
This is what I wish we all could do for our children and ourselves.
It is called: Remember Your Song
Seize the opportunity! We have a busy, fruitful day ahead. This is the message always delivered by a Mystic Rectangle, which comes into full formation the morning of Friday, March 30. On this day, in fact, we will be dealing with the Grand Trine, The Mystic Rectangle and the Five-Pointed Star, as well as a Yod. This is the kind of day where true adventurers rub their hands together in excitement and anticipation in stepping through doorways into unknown and unexplored worlds. Yes! is the word of the day.
While most of America stuffs itself with its over abundance of wants, things, desires and self-importance, makes all kinds of noises about its alleged level of intelligence, comments on political races made up of people who should actually be laughed off the stage if we had any sense, and sits, mesmerize, by all the news of international, political and football battles and such, I happened upon this video.
It captures the true predicament we have made for ourselves and the “collateral damage” of our participation in all of it with our own people and within our own selves, right here at home. Time to explore the borders of our own internal landscapes at a more adult level. As within, so without.
In light on the journey.
Click below for the video.
“Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!” Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz
Here we are, in the final days of the end of an ancient, indigenous calendar, at least in the calculated view of a north american white male who decided that his new and improved interpretation of another culture’s work is, of course, the correct one. Because it’s “real science” of course, sifted and purified by the sieves and structures of mathematical equations and derivations scratched out on blank sheets of white paper and mental somersaults conducted inside square rooms full of volumes of similar mental chatter. It’s the story of the cowboys versus the indians, once again.