As the longest night of the year quietly turns into day, we enter into the womb of sleeping and dreaming, the chrysalis of what is dormant, under the slumber of the season. Persephone has descended into the underworld to be the consort of Hades. Her journey began in the month of November, consistent with the arrival of Scorpio/Pluto. But it is now, when she has reached the center of the Earth. Slowly, day-by-day, she will extricate herself from Hades strong embrace. As I write this, coyotes howl in the distance. I haven’t heard them in over a year. Their primal song pierces the silent night. It’s the Taurus Moon as they cry out for Ceres, even though her annual weeping has been reduced to a transitory melancholia, since after all these years, she knows her beloved daughter will return. The animals though, they never forget.
As we are in the dark of Winter, we are also in the dark of our Astrological Winter with Pluto in Capricorn. As I talked about this on my Sunday night show (see below), we’re in the deep winter of Pluto’s arc. It is so clear when we look back upon the 60’s, either through our personal experience or whatever we can glean on youtube. 😉 But that was not only the Summer of Love, it was the summer of humanity on Earth and while Pluto was in Virgo (along with Uranus), it was the Leonine Plutonians who brought their passionate energy to the world stage.
The morning bloom wilted quickly in the heat of high noon, and the dog days arrived along with Kent State, Altamont, and Manson. But make no mistake about it. From the 1950’s, up through 1967 and 68, it was summer on Earth.
We’re currently in frigid and barren terrain and I’ve been meditating on this for weeks now, especially as it relates to my own life. With my progressed ASC in Cap, along with progressed Jupiter, Venus and Saturn, all in the sign of the sea-goat–you can say that I’ve got Capricorn and winter squarely on my mind.
When we hit these dark and icy patches our minds wander to other times when we were in sunnier climes in our existence, when the song of promise and hope filled the air. Perhaps it’s just a mid-life meditation on my lost youth, but I can’t help but get the same sense from clients too, as they look back on their lives, what they did or didn’t do. Some of them have tremendous grief over choices real or imagined, made or not. It’s where we are.
I have a unique gig. I get to interact with many people from around the planet and I can get a pulse of thoughts and feelings moving through lives, and what I’m picking up on is “lament.”
We seem to be in some sort of past life review stage on a collective level, while the soundtrack of the times is so terribly distorted and out of sync, that it nearly throbs with insanity. The current Bardo is demanding our attention and focus, so that we can reconcile and resolve the lingering threads, the unfinished thoughts, the unlived portions of our existence.
I say these things because something new is coming very soon and I cannot label it better or worse but it will be different and the quality of the days ahead are going to be very much influenced by what you’re carrying in your spirit. So as we move imperceptibly towards the light again, in the winter of our time, I would say this; Try to make closer bonds with others. This will prove to be very important later in the year, as Jupiter moves into Libra. Because the chilling sense of isolation and the winter of our times almost demands that we grow closer to one another in our hearts and spirits, especially where you live, because the bonds you forge now, might be the ties that save you later.
Here’s Sunday night’s podcast with a few, nice live readings.
4 thoughts on “The Silent Night Of The Solstice And The Winter Of Our Time”
Thanks Robert.
Nice show. I was actually wondering why H Palmgren never turned up on your show. Thanks for the clarification. He does seem to have become rather calcified of late. I miss his philosophical, spiritual essence from previous years.
Hey, you were referring to the Gemini Full Moon on Christmas? I thought it is a Cancer full moon. Did I jump timelines?
Lots of love,
You know, I actually agree with much of what Henrik is saying these days. It’s clear that there’s an extermination program in place for both Northern Europeans and Christians. I can clearly see it, but the difference between Henrik and I is that I want to build a bridge between those that are being manipulated on both or multiple fronts to understand that we are being manipulated and then turn our attention collectively to those that are creating the socio-economic subterfuge, which is resulting in the divide and conquer politics of the community organizer in chief. The big challenge here is trying to to get people to see past their vendettas and grudges, because quite frankly, there’s not a lot of compassion out there for “White America” or “White Europe” whether it’s coming from pissed off Muslims getting bombed everyday by one of their own, or groups in this country who have been addicted to public assistance while the core of their families have been obliterated by decades worth of drugs and the lack of positive, strong, male role models in their lives. I’ve written extensively about this. Attempting to overcome and rise above the noise and the bitterness, both real and manipulated isn’t easy.
There’s a sentiment out there which is, “I’m going to get mine.” This is what happens when a society breaks down spiritually. People are looking to get paid off in the quickest way and form possible, either emotionally or monetarily.
My grudge as it were, as of late, has been with White males in positions of power who have sold out to not even the highest bidder, but the one who is the most convenient. I recently listened to all four episodes of Kay Grigg’s epic interview on youtube, where she reveals all the dirt and slime surrounding the military, Freemasons, Skull and Bones, Israel, Zionists, etc.. These are the men that have been tasked to uphold liberty and justice for all and they have failed us miserably in the 20th Century. Psychopathology is a virus and it’s clear that we are infected with it at the highest levels in our government and military. These men are traitors on so many levels and they completely conform to the identity of “White Devils” which Farrakhan and The Nation Of Islam refer to.
I was never more embarrassed to be an American than when Bush and his Neocon cronies were in office. I traveled a lot back then and always found myself apologizing for my government and doing my best to show people from other countries that we aren’t all like that in the USA. After eight years of Obama, I’d still be having that dialog abroad. Nothing’s changed and in fact, it’s gotten worse. The drone strikes, the internecine and proxy wars have ramped up, not down.
So I get where Henrik is coming from and his country, homeland is under invasion right now. And it’s not like “they took that land” which is often used here in the USA to justify what’s about to come to America, “they” were there for a very long time. Now, it’s been deemed that Europe must accept these angry and seething mobs for it’s own good. Henrik has a right to be pissed.
I grew up in California, in the mid-70’s and my home/school was one of the most racially diverse places in the country. We all hung together, no matter what our skin tone was. We went to each others parties. I rode in low riders and played hoops with the brothers on their courts with no stress involved. It pains me to see where we are now and how we’re being played against one another. Holding this perspective isn’t easy. It’s so convenient to fall into our own camps in a time of extreme polarization, but we have to do our best, while not turning a blind eye to what’s occurring.
This is the razor’s edge upon which we currently tread.
As far as the Moon, yep, it’s in Cancer. That’s what happens sometimes on a late Sunday night at the end of the week.
Thank you for your wonderfully wise words, Robert, which articulate so clearly my own feelings of loss this soul winter (though high summer here in South Africa). Still, I feel a strange stirring of hope.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Thank you.