I’m feeling a lot like Otis Redding (Virgo) in his posthumous hit, “Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay” during Mercury Retrograde. I’m pondering the whys, wherefores, whats and whens of my life and this blog. The path that I started out on, nearly two years ago when Sah (Immanent deity of Orion) Ra (Egyptian sun god) Palin entered the election, coming from seemingly out of nowhere, just as Barack Obama did. I did Palin’s chart and my stats went through the roof. I didn’t look back. Over the course of the past two years, I covered everything from Albert Pike to Lady Gaga and have done my best to wrap it in a blanket of stars, meaning that there was usually some sort of astrological through line. The blog has become part of an awakening process for me as I hope it has been for you, but I am not sure how much more I have to say along these lines, especially as it relates directly to astrology. Mercury in my own sign, retro has me reflecting on the meaning of it all.
Last night, I spoke with Katie Gallanti and she and I were in agreement that so much has transpired over the past two years and the awakening process has become viral. Here on the day of the Pisces Full Moon, I read a piece by Dahr Jahmail, the terrific journalist from the Middle East. He traveled to Mississippi and spent time with shrimpers who not only refused to go out on their boats to catch toxic shrimp, but held their own press conference, called for the resignation of Dr. Bill Walker, the head of Mississippi’s Department of Marine Resources for lifting the ban on shrimping and fishing. Their first hand accounts of sea life trying to out swim toxic waters is riveting. They are indicative of eyes opening wide across this country and world. Nearly ten years ago, a good friend kept me at arms length when it came to my “crazy” ideas. Fast forward. He’s that guy now. The great awakening is taking on a momentum of it’s own.
As the sleepers arise from their trance-like-slumber, I’m thinking about the next phase, catching the next wave. Once we’ve awakened, what can we do?
When I was young, I had a deeply romantic and naive vision of enlightenment. Occasionally, I still do. I thought that enlightenment was the key to true magic and the conscious application of man’s and God’s will in a perfect execution of integrated energies for truth, beauty and service. I still think this to some extent, but what I never quite factored in on the enlightenment side of the equation was waking up to the horror of the world and the attendant suffering, then deconstructing the architecture of the invisible prisons that we inhabit, how we got there and who helped erect and stand over them. That’s the not-so-fun side of waking up.
There’s the initial rush, you know, the one where you get to live in a Robert Anton Wilson epic for a while and then realize that it’s just another step in the process, a seductive Bardo that can yield some really surreal and juicy nuggets. There’s a high that comes along with it. It’s the inverse of solving light’s riddle, but comes with the attendant giddiness that “you’ve figured something out.” There’s plenty of black diamonds in that mine, trust me. But my wandering soul is restless again and I’m not wholly satisfied with discovering that Barack Obama might be the son of Michael Rockefeller and Cleopatra. After a while, uncovering more illusion only begets more illusion.
Perhaps this is the dialectical dance between my Sun in the 10th and transiting Pices Moon in the 4th. I’m doing my best to ground the arc between the spark of mystical unity and the practical tools of building a better world than the one we allowed to go to hell. Part of me wonders if it’s even possible at this point? I’m considering surrender as the most efficient move-letting go of all my strategies and systems, letting the flood just crash over me. I’ve been here before. I know it. I feel it.
On the other side of letting go is a sense of freedom and release that I can only begin to articulate. The dynamic push/pull between the Sun and the Moon is creating a tension, a torsion, a bi-polar magnetic field that holds the flux of possibility.
The Pisces Full Moon wants us to get cozy at a cellular level, while the Virgo Sun wants to know if it’s a phillips or a flat head? The Pisces Moon is full credit in faith, diving head first into the ocean of oneness, swallowing duality whole. Dick Cheney and Tony Hayward are merely dark angels on the road to redemption. Aware of the depths of the darkness, the Pisces Full Moons beckons immersion and trust. The Virgo Sun wants to make sure that you’ve got a map for the backroads out of town, a tent, sleeping bag, water, a couple of weeks of food and tank full of gas. This is kind of where I’m at. An uneasy station on the cross. But I do know this–there is plenty to live for. I’ve had glimpses of a very different world coming our way and trust me I want to be there. Surrender does not mean giving up–it’s more like giving away.
It’s been a while since I’ve done some Full Moon Scopes, so in the spirit of giving practical form to the numinous, here’s some light bon-mots of astro-advice for each sign over the next 24/48 hours.
There is work and there is profession. In the time where we near the end of work, you need to figure out your spiritual profession. What are you going to do to make your soul’s desire manifest in form? Not always the biggest server on the planet, you might start thinking along those lines right now. Give a little bit more than usual and you’ll be amazed at what you receive in return.
There are friends who are lovers, and lovers who are friends. There’s a difference if you contemplate it for just a moment or three. Your goal is to find the friendliest lover you know and introduce them to your loveliest friend. All this selflessness isn’t really so selfless. You see, what you give, you’ll receive back in tenfold, so make sure you follow these instructions to the letter, because you’ll be more than satisfied with the results.
Home is details, details, details. Bills and mortgages, going back-to-school. The small stuff feels overwhelming at times. Death by a thousand paper cuts. Work lacks focus and direction. Will you even have a job six months from now? Then you think about those damned details again. Then you think about the possibility of life without work and the details get even bigger and heavier. What you need to do in typical Gemini genius is flip the script. Mix it up. Apply the detailed focus at work, get as analytical as you can. Press for results. At home, take one night out and do the dirty work. Then take the next night off and take your family (if you have one) to a local pool or lake, and refresh your focus and renew your understanding as to why it’s important to pay attention to the small stuff.
Somewhere out there, your doppleganger is living on an island with a small staff of servants, taking their sweet time to write the next, great novel. You’ve always felt it while you were slogging it out in the strip-mines and strip-malls. It’s like one of those Charlie Kaufman films that turns on it’s end like a mobius strip. There’s not a lot you can do about it, save that somewhere in the world, your doppleganger is writing about a mostly average person, with an above-average imagination, dealing with the trials and tribulations of a collapsing world in a quiet, yet heroic fashion whose time of personal revelation and purpose is coming closer, with each new sentence.
I was at a an odd little get-together yesterday. It was sort of a barter parlor set up by one of my mother’s friends, based on an idea from my mother. I was invited to do readings. It was a little strange. But enough about me. You’re a Leo and this is about YOU, YOU, YOU. Anyway, I was approached by a woman there who was from Kazakhstan and she was a Leo. She immediately started telling me about these great products and how they could really help me. The foundation of the products was a Glutathione supplement. Halfway through, I was nearly ready to plunk down the $250 to get the product and start my friends on it. I doubt if I will. If I want Glutathione, I can find it cheaper and probably just as good, but that’s not the point. This woman was terrific. Not once did she ever mention that it was a MLM. She just really turned me onto the benefits of the product. It was the most seamless example of transference I have ever witnessed. She was a total pro–just two steps away from Diamond level! I knew why. She owned it. Completely owned it. Totally integrated the product and the information. That’s what you need to do, whatever “it” is. Totally and completely own “it.”
Does a Soul mate = a sole mate? Or is the concept of a soul mate sort of like the 144,000 souls that the JW’s need for their arc? Once I understood the concept of group souls ala Seth, the 144,000 number began to make more sense. A group soul could contain thousands of souls. Certain people are single souled beings while others share the soul activity with more than one personality. Those aggregate souls could still comprise even lager group souls, so the idea/ideal of a soul mate can get stretched pretty wide. Now here is the twist of lemon in God’s cocktail. Despite the fact that there is a punchbowl of souls out there, it really takes a deep connection to one person to unlock the magic. This is something that your dutiful scribe is learning, even as he types.
Speaking of souls. Yours is tugging at you big time. You feel like you need to get serious–real serious–about something. You know that all is not quite right in the world. With Saturn as your weather vane, you’re feeling the winds of change come in off the shore like a hurricane, only it’s miles out still. You know you need to batten down the hatches and yet, you just want to write poetry, paint and wax on about the Moon to just about anyone within earshot. You can’t dismiss the promptings of the soul, but you also feel the need to create and exalt beauty. My suggestion to you? Write a creation myth for the world to come and once you’re done, go out and take care of the first chapter.
Turn your back away from the world over the next 48 hours. Stay in bed with someone else (hopefully someone you like) and fly to the Moon.
Read and re-read the intro to these horoscopes. I wrote it with you in mind.
I watched an out-of-print movie on “The Rothschilds” the other night. All I can say is that I understand why they went into deep cover mode during the middle part of the 20th Century. The fascinating, ahem, truth is that at the end of the film, where Nathaniel Rothschild is buying up all the stock on Broad Street to try to save England from it’s imminent defeat at the hands of Napoleon, a virtuous and wise gesture for the Queen and her people, he finds out via carrier pigeon that Wellington triumphed yet again and that he is 100X richer than before. Well in “real life” Rothschild knew well enough in advance that Napoleon was going to lose, spread the rumor that the opposite was going to happen and took advantage of a hundreds of panic sells as the market collapsed.
When the real news came and the markets adjusted, he was one of the richest men in Europe and it paved the way for the oligarchic rise of the 20th century. The moral of the story for you? Find a really faithful and speedy pigeon.
Just like that commercial where the guy invents an inflatable car wash sprinkler toy picked up by Whammo, sometimes dreams and ideas do turn into spiffy inventions that can bring you fortune and fame. Can you imagine that guy driving around neighborhoods, looking for kids playing in his inflatable car wash? Anyway, that’s a silly example, but I’m trying to get you to think about using that brilliant mind of yours while you sleep at night. Act on your dreams and you might manifest an entirely new waking life.
Relationships? Commitments? You need a good fantasy for a change. Take a walk on the wild side. This might be the one time where you may not get away with it and yet still manage to build even more intimacy and commitment in existing relationships. Yes, I know it’s a gamble, but have you noticed the chip count lately? Sometimes, you just gotta push all in.