By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
On a clear day
rise and look around you
and you’ll see who you are.
On a clear day
how it will astound you
that the glow of your being
outshines every star.
From the movie On A Clear Day You Can See Forever
Lyric by Alan Jay Lerner
I’m writing this on Friday the 13th, wondering if the shock wave from the three X-class solar flares that erupted from the sun earlier in the week will disrupt either my work day or my entire life. That, and the Full Moon that’s only a few minutes off my natal Mercury at 22 Sagittarius, activating what I call the Family Karma, as my two kids are closely linked to that configuration. Proving — as in bread rising, experiments confirmed — the echo of past as present, cycles repeating and returning, the shocks and surprises of the last few weeks have reopened a dire wound that occurred in our lives thirty years ago this April. Moldy-oldies in the family fridge, revisited. So just call me Dances With Centaurs, galloping forward with my arrows aimed at the stars, hooves kicking up dust of an old karmic occurrence and awaiting my moment of clarity.
As weeks go, it all went to hell quickly, didn’t it? And just when everything was beginning to look up. Well, except for the religious schisms exploding into Iraq’s inevitable civil war and the Pottery Barn contract we signed in American blood and treasure that makes it nearly impossible to let well enough alone. Bless Obama for calling this Maliki’s problem and declaring it regional, although we will likely try to prevent Iraq from becoming another Syria, destabilizing the area further. So damn him, then, if you must, for sending the carrier, U.S. George H. W. Bush, on its way toward the gulf, capable of shelling and providing armed support, although Obama assures us no Americans will be deployed. And oh-my-goodness, the George H. W. Bush? That stirs some echoes, doesn’t it?
Question of moment: What If? What if Saddam hadn’t threatened to kill Poppy Bush? What if George W. hadn’t taken umbrage to pull support from trouncing the Taliban for harboring militants, and start Bush War II? What if we’d left the ONLY secular country in the Middle East alone and let the heavy-handed thug that ruled the country keep out the infamous Al Qaeda? Clearly, if we’d brought an international policing effort on terrorism to bear instead of playing out the delusional nonsense of superiority, vengeance and lust for power we call warfare, the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS, ironically, putting old hatreds back together again) wouldn’t have found the dry tinder of religious suppression to blow into flame. This is a group so extreme that even Al Qaeda, now entrenched in Saddam’s Iraq, wants nothing to do with them.
And what if, as the end of that occupation drew near, the Powers That Be had listened to funny old pratfall-and-Bozo-nose Joe Biden, who insisted that a three-way split of territory between the Sunni, Shiite and Kurds was the only way to prevent further conflagration? But, since that was so laughable, so absurd, flying in the face of deluded hopes that the American presence in Iraq would continue to make the billion-dollar investment in the world’s largest embassy worthwhile, the Petraeus surge that brought stability to the region was left in the hands of those who had no interest in sustaining it.
Do allow me to stop here and blow a large, wet raspberry at George W. Bush, blithely painting pictures of himself in the bathroom today while the ‘democracy’ he and his Neocons established in Baghdad strips off its uniform and runs for the hills. In defense of the 30,000 Iraqi soldiers who cut and ran in the face of 800 ISIS rebels, the average Iraqi argues they don’t have a dog in this fight and little or nothing to die for in defense of Malaki’s government, which has failed to bring Sunnis and Kurds under the national umbrella, and has instead punished them whenever possible. That Iran has sent in some of their elite Guard to help with defense against the jihadists shows that Maliki, in calling upon the U.S. for assistance, is playing both sides without a clear political vision other than saving his ass. Sounds like more quagmire, doesn’t it?
Some have called this situation Vietnam 2.0, and if we get our foot too far into this sticky mess, having just recently pulled it out, perhaps we’ll actually see some of that 60s protest we yearn for. Some, but not all. That protest came along with burning selective service cards and American flags; with a university system that encouraged dissent and confrontation, that valued independent thinking and disapproved imperialism. It came with a fiery passion to bring forth a more tolerant, expansive future, but we didn’t finish the job when we let Nixon — ultimately, poster boy for the corruption of the political class — off the hook. And, although the 60s fostered enormous change in our social outlook, courtesy of the Pluto/Uranus energies that reframe our evolution every forty or so years, it also brought us a generation of disillusioned young men returned home with broken bodies and dreams.
It also brought us a glaring hole in our unexplored American presumptions, a chink in the armor of our mythology of untarnished heroism: America is exceptional — except when it isn’t. It wasn’t exceptional in My Lai in 1968 when Americans murdered everyone in sight. We weren’t exceptional in Danang in 1975, lifting off in choppers and leaving behind so many that had allied themselves with our shifting priorities.
And while we’re at it, let’s explore the Veteran’s Affairs scandal of 1970 to see how long the political class has dragged its feet, snowing its citizens with timely spurts of outraged rhetoric along with chronic inaction. We can all be pleased that the Sanders/McCain Act has passed through Congress without a murmur, hopefully bringing relief to the hundreds of thousands of veterans anxious for medical services, but let’s not kid ourselves that this latest ‘scandal’ was anything new. Starting post-Revolutionary War, this nation has a history of chewing up those who defend it and spitting them out. When it comes to rewarding those who sacrifice, we’re extremely unexceptional. period. end. of. topic.
But that was an earlier time. Now, post BushWar II, all we’ve got are the broken bodies and dreams, and a case of war weariness that has pushed us closer to the isolationism favored by Libertarians. Our universities have been reduced to great black holes of commercialism and mundanity, our wars are being fought by an underclass of kids turned military professionals with few dreams more altruistic than a sustainable career and paycheck. Meanwhile, the remarkable music of a generation of visionaries — the music that inspired and compelled and revealed us to ourselves — has been reduced to the stuff of PBS specials. Like the disillusioned Iraqis, a lot of us look at our government now and wonder if fighting to right these wrongs would provide a payoff worth the struggle.
Still, we’d made a bit of progress these last few weeks; things had begun to look up. Well, except for the wing-nuts doing a victory dance on the bones of dickish arch-obstructionist and House Leader, Eric Cantor, whose primarying has ousted the last non-Christian in the House of Representatives along with any hope of moderation from a Grand Old Party nearly paralyzed with fear of its own. The House is now almost fully Franken-fascist, the mindless creation of religious paranoia, self-centered fiscal policy, and cultural littleness put forth by think-tank Republicans of an earlier era, their experiment gone out of control and biting back. Looks like we’ll be getting a closer look at what the anti-science movement has wrought, making a case for educational reform that hopefully has more ethical merit and intellectual substance than that proposed by big-check-writer, Bill Gates.
And really, those working for the good of the people were catching some headwind, except for the terrifying delusions of gun-wielding, anti-government radicals that haven’t changed their whiny little song since Tad Lincoln sat on his daddy’s knee in the Oval Office. Those delusions brought a pair of dissidents out of the woodwork in Las Vegas this week, pushing a shopping cart loaded with guns and ammo up the street for miles — unnoticed, they say, by all those who have become inured to this kind of thing — until finding a resting spot at Wal-Mart. There, high on white supremacy and anti-government and liberty from tyranny and any number of other selfish, fearful viruses that attack the human brain when improperly nurtured, educated and/or medicated, they killed a couple of young policemen having lunch.
Like ISIS, too rage-filled and radical for Al Qaeda, this self-destructive couple were thrown out of the Bundy encampment, where it’s said that the young man, Jarod, sobbed like a baby at his ouster. When even your own don’t want you, there is only nihilism left, which might explain the eventual suicide of this pair, but truly, this particular brand of low-level tribalism has plenty of acolytes. It wasn’t that long ago that a similar type went on a rampage here in Kansas City, going after Jews and killing three Christian bystanders, proving his racist bona fides to those of his tribe that questioned his devotion to white power. And because these folks are Caucasian, remember not to call them terrorists; we save that distinction for people of color.
So here we are, cycles within cycles, configured to take us through these painful stumbles and seemingly useless baby steps to our constant sorrow, and yet the truth is that things change, they really do, but so slowly that it’s difficult to notice. In the 60s, on the other side of the clash of civilization those on the right thought would unleash Armageddon, we came out of the tunnel with a new way to see the world, a growing tolerance and freer social manifesto, but sadly, a loss of innocence that became rock-hard cynicism by the time Nixon was forced out of the White House. It was THAT changeling America that authored our problems today, that fostered the push-back from St. Ronnie the Reagan, and later, the racism-inspired movement that became the Moral Majority. Boomers had pushed the nation left, leaving conservatives to scramble to secure a hold on the neck of the working class, but because enough is never enough, what they gained then they’re in danger of losing again.
Today, the spirit of rebellion has shifted to those on the right, scared spitless that the burgeoning left — the blacks, Latinos, gays, socialists, pagans, and ahem, the astrologers — will wrestle their dwindling power from them, and unless they learn how to yield, to collaborate, to get their needs met, they have every right to be frightened. The nation is leaning left, caught in another clash of civilization that will take us through the tunnel and deposit us on the other side.
Armageddon has turned into the Zombie Apocalypse, and our cynicism has gripped us with a lethargy we must work to overcome, but be assured, history is not on the side of those who will not change. If we cannot flex, we cannot hope to survive, which is why the life-cycle of the average human works so well to push our cultural evolution forward. And those who fight modernity, it should be noted, are dropping like flies, unable — perhaps unwilling — to make their way into the spiraling energy of a new era.
If we need to be impressed with the enormity of this moment, it’s worthwhile to confirm that our energy is being influenced by the Galactic Core, imprinting us with signals that we can receive if we are willing to open ourselves to all things profound. And from a behavioral point of view, we’ve been given so many opportunities to decide who we don’t want to become, haven’t we?
The collection of poster children we’ve reviewed in recent years is not a rogue’s gallery of devolution so much as a series of cautionary tales that take us on a review of the darker experiences we no longer wish to feed within humanity. And there is no doubt that on the other side of this tunnel we’re in, we will be changed. What we do with that today — and tomorrow, and the next day — will define the behaviors we will have welcomed as worthwhile, those we have outgrown put behind us and replaced by, one hopes, more workable models of behavior and compassion for one another.
And, seriously, on a clear day …
You’ll feel part of
Every mountain, sea and shore,
You can hear from far and near
A world you’ve never never heard before
And on a clear day
On a clear day
You can see forever and ever and ever and ever more.
On a clear day, we can see so much more than we imagine. The 1970 musical noted at the top of the page has long been a favorite, not just because I was a Streisand-o-file long before she became famous, but because watching it now reminds me how far we’ve come, as well as how little the vital core of humanity has changed. Open the link to check it out. It’s corny and wonderful and breathtaking, reminiscent of simpler times and social experiments. New Yorkers will enjoy the scenery, those into retro will love the lush costumes, and mystics will get the reincarnation story, loud and clear. And me, I ever and always appreciate a song with a singable lyric and lovely tune, one that opens my heart just a bit more.
“On A Clear Day” can do that for me, stretch my smaller sight into an awareness of timelessness. Life is longer than we know, and we’re not hostage to it, we ARE it. In fact, as I steep in the karmic soup of my current circumstance, this is the very awareness that made healing possible for me. With old wounds long ago put to rest and now respectfully remembered and appreciated as the further adventure of my soul signature, what almost killed me made me stronger. And bolder. And more aware. And set me on a path of forgiveness. Thirty years! How time flies and what an amazing universe we all share when we allow unconditional love to lead the way!
With Pholus and Ixion and Chiron shooting arrows all around, do let’s be mindful of our attitudes this weekend. Be peace if that is what you wish to experience — the premise is simple, but its fulfillment requires practice. A Full Moon on Friday the 13th won’t happen for another 35 years, by the way, so if you’re among the handful of humans not spinning out into the ethers with this heady energy, at least give Luna a nod for yet another extraordinary show and admire her luminous, rotund self.
And because I’m as fond of fathers as I am of mothers, let me wish those of you that fit that description a very happy Father’s Day. May your children bless you, and your children’s children. May these days bring us healing, and may we all find our way forward with an open and forgiving heart.
Dear Judith,
Yes, I do feel that lessons unlearned return.
When I listened the other day to a re-broadcast of a book review about T.E. Lawrence ( listen to it here: http://www.npr.org/2014/06/13/321662836/lawrence-of-arabia-from-archaeologist-to-war-hero ) it reminded me all over again that the whole modern mess in the Middle East is a result of Western meddling, hubris and betrayals over and over again coupled with ancient tribalism that has never been able to evolve into something more democratic/egalitarian. All of this toxic dysfunction appears to be doomed to remain in conflict because of all the deep attachment to religion, tribalism and patriarchy. All this means we do indeed have a lot to answer for and we collectively have a long ways to go.
Also, feeling with you the tender places around the Father’s Day holiday and family entanglements. Going thru a bit of that myself these days. Making some people who like to think they are in control very unhappy right now because I’m not keeping step… AND I’m turning over a few stones just to see what might be hiding there AND I’m calling it as I see it. But we all stay stuck in some very dysfunctional places if we don’t step up. Mars is indeed still making a statement in our family too these days. All the old patterns just fall apart eventually when just one person changes the tune. Enjoy those Fireflies and their magical dances in the meadows!
Jude,
Speaking of the Sunday Pundit shows, mark your calendar for some fireworks on Sunday morning, July 20th. Transiting Mars will return to his degree of stationing retrograde (last March) and be trine the U.S. Sibly Moon (27+ Aquarius), while also squaring the U.S. Sibly Pluto (27+ Capricorn) and the transiting Sun (27+ Cancer) to form a comfy T-square.
All this just as trans. Saturn stations direct and trans. Uranus stations retrograde. Expect questions and discussion regarding 9/11 as that chart’s progressions are also activated. I’m hoping they open up some dialogue between entrenched right wing nuts and liberal lefties (that would be the Mars trine U.S. Moon part) as we reach the backstretch of this “off year” election season. If not the morning talk shows, perhaps something in the news will manifest this astrology.
I too saw my first fire-fly (they were lightening bugs where I grew up) last night too! 🙂
be
P.S. I heard Eliz. Warren say she was going to campaign for Kentucky’s Alison Lundergan Grimes; she so disrespects Mitch McConnell!
A word in defense of Karma, today. As gut-clenching and soul-searing as it can often be, it is — first and foremost — the Teacher. If we survive it, we learn more about ourselves than we’re comfortable knowing, which … I presume … is the point. Karma is simply the stimulus that goads us into taking responsibility for our actions … and INactions … the heeding of which puts us in a position of power to change ourselves and our circumstances.
When I was young, that whole karma concept distressed me — some kind of bullshit tit/tat pay-back for errors made. But then I figured out that the Lords of Karma escalate the ramifications of ignoring their sage advice … resulting in bitch slap … by pointing us back at ourselves. By the time we make it to that first Saturn return, we’ve gotten the full spectrum of what/where/who we’re going to carry around endlessly, but unless we take a deep breath around 28 or so and examine how our own energy plays into our life experience, we’re destined to make another cycle of tense, painful discovery. Slow learners take heed, and aren’t we all: at some point, when we’ve turned over all of the puzzle pieces for examination, and there’s still some question, we have to consider: maybe it’s me. Then we graduate to 2nd grade. : )
My current karmic gig involves my kids because it involves their parents, both — and one has been completely absent for 30 years. You can guess which one. So now, as adults, the kids can make decisions about how they want to go forward. Me, I’m not in this mix except as facilitator, my usual position, but it brings back the echoes to be sifted through for any live sparks. And, as these things go, full of irony and serendipities, ripples and eddies, here it is Father’s Day. Of course.
My own dance involves not just that potent Moon transit — I’ve got tr. Venus sq natal Venus on the mid-heaven, among other astrological “ouch’s” that trigger additional layers: fiddling with my comfort zones. But as these things go — and WHY I value astrology so much in terms of self-awareness and cycles — the more we know about ourselves, the more we can take responsibility and stand in our own power, the LESS these kinds of pings hurt, disturb or disgruntle. For me, they simply are what they are at this point, reminders of how far I’ve come, and gentle nudges about how to proceed harmlessly and in lovingness.
Thanks for weighing in, Mia and Dawnbronco. I sang the Clear Day score all through dreamtime last night! The longer, bigger picture is so hopeful and soothing, helps us not get bogged down in the details. Time drives us, but Now is our point of power! I did love Jonathan L. Seagull, Dawn, but my favorite Bach was Illusions: Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. I used to pick up used copies to hand out to the seekers I seem to draw. So much power! And a favorite affirmation: Argue for your limitations, and they’re yours.
Be, darlin’ — your laundry list of upcoming degrees rolled out like thunder, and I assure you, I will join you in watching carefully. Two of the major players in my home-school assignment are at anaretic [karmic] 29 degrees perched on one another, across the Gem/Sag axis and implications about what happens next for them is (in looming health crisis) dramatic. All that failure to fly wrapped around Atlantis looks like breath-holding drama, alright!
And oh, look! You reminded me that my own Saturn at 24 Cancer is forever caught in America’s hair, it seems. Thanks for your continuing revelations and, as always, for your support.
GaryB, it would appear we’re tribe-mates! Thanks for putting me at the heart of the Grapes of Wrath scenario, speaking for the essential truth of our mutual humanity. Another of those things I fought accepting as a young’un was the concept of patience (no Sag comes by this naturally) and I remember coming unglued when [favorites] Seals and Crofts sang “’til we all fly together, what sense does it make?”
Even then, I knew we were talking about a lot longer than I had this lifetime but I eventually made peace with it. Every step done in awareness is one closer to flying together, the eventual and inevitable, here on planet Terra — or elsewhere, if required.
And thanks for Ma Joad’s great “woman quote,” kiddo. Most generous of you on a day more suited for male appreciation. It’s worth remembering that Steinbeck won a Pulitzer Prize for this novel, hitting all the essential notes of pathos for the human, and American, condition.
Enjoyed the link, Star-gazer, thanks. And as for Professor Brat’s ascendency, you’re right, this is a ‘populist’ victory of sorts, but the gent is an Ayn Rand’ian, furious at Wall Street raiders but very much in support of voodoo economics and NO regulation for the free market. This will not push forward progressive legislation and will more probably entrench obstruction even more doggedly for Obama’s remaining tenure. The far-left and far-right have a communal freedom agenda; they just interpret it in two different worlds.
Hey, Aword — Twain was right, we don’t repeat, verbatim, and hopefully we complete before it becomes too painful. Hugs to you, Miss Morning Glory! You’re pretty shiny yourself!
… and — a final aside regarding Sunday Pundit Television and its war drums, as I have a teensy CONNIPTION FIT over Paul Wolfowitz being given air time today instead of jail time for getting us into Iraq in the first place — I trust all this is burning karmic ribbons fast and furiously so that we can accept a few truisms and fold some time, like the truth about religion and the truth about geopolitical warfare and the like.
The unseen energies are enormous for this experiment in shifting consciousness, let’s focus on THAT truism and help it reach the stars!
One last thought: I saw the first fire-fly of the season last night at twilight. When it all gets to be too much, remember what Gibran said, “In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”
Maybe Mark Twain knew a thing or two about Karma when he noted that history does not repeat itself but it often rhymes. Seems we could use a little karmic tweeking, some new poetry in the mix, so to speak.
Thank you Jude. Thank you Be.
‘Who you are
Outlines every star’.
Thanks Judith,
This full moon is certainly raising emotions as I feel it in your words. My 22 degree Sag NN may not make me part of your family karma but it will play out like your own natal Mercury. When I check in each Saturday your assessment of our changing world always puts much into perspective. It does come in jerks and slow repetitive cycles. I like to think of you as our Ma Joad and I leave you with a couple of her cyclic sayings:
Ma Joad: Well, Pa, a woman can change better’n a man. A man lives sorta – well, in jerks. Baby’s born or somebody dies, and that’s a jerk. He gets a farm or loses it, and that’s a jerk. With a woman, it’s all in one flow, like a stream – little eddies and waterfalls – but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it thata way.
[last lines]
Ma Joad: Rich fellas come up an’ they die, an’ their kids ain’t no good an’ they die out. But we keep a’comin’. We’re the people that live. They can’t wipe us out; they can’t lick us. We’ll go on forever, Pa, ’cause we’re the people.
Scanning the airwaves for hints and signs from the Galactic Core being delivered by the heard of Centaurs galloping about with Luna this week I can heartfully recommend a wonderful pair of recordings on this page:
http://www.radiolab.org/story/91693-new-normal/
The piece about the Baboons fits right in with all the deep discussions we’ve been having here in PW-world re: violence, gender issues and can we change any of it. The story actually gives us a solution and a road map… dare we take it?
The second story about The New Stu may have you in tears it is so moving at the end… again… there is a model here and it’s all about how empowering the feminine (within us all) and being willing to be true to ourselves can indeed bring about profound change.
Judith, my take-away from Cantor’s defeat is that the big guys CAN fall after all and perhaps THIS is the moment when the People could indeed snatch just enough power back from the old guard to put some sand in the gas tank of the corporations IF they/we and just get mobilized enough and really come up with some new and effective strategies. I heard a report that said Cantor’s downfall cost a mere 250K and had a brilliant millenial running the campaign. That in itself was very exciting to me!
What is also a side-story of the Cantor defeat is that he was apparently poised to craft a big fat deal for all the multi-nationals who have offshore holdings that can’t bring their profits back into the US because of the unfavourable tax rates currently in effect on said off-shore profits….apparently being able to keep 65% of their Trillions is not enough for them. But with Cantor now out of the running that deal is DEAD. Poor old dears.
Period semicolon dash two commas.. . . . words my daddy always used to end a rant (possibly a common phrase among the press core in those days). . . feel free to borrow it any time you feel one of your own rants coming on Jude, it has a nice ring. I’m praying you will be spared the brunt of family karma; it does happen. Even I have noticed that when it “comes ’round” (for my family) it’s not with the vengeance I was expecting. More of us are Catching On every day which lightens the load we are all carrying, we of the we-are-all-one uniform (as opposed to the one’s we shed on the way to escape).
Thanks for another wonderfully uplifting piece and please join me in keeping an eye and ear open for news late evening Wednesday the 18th, when transiting asteroid ISIS conjuncts transiting retrograde MERCURY at 29+ Gemini, joined by transiting asteroid SAUER, named for the NASA Jet Propulsion Lab’s highly valued flight mechanics engineer. And this. . . . . . .
Isis’ beloved husband, fellow god and asteroid OSIRUS (the one she put back together again), will conjunct the U.S. Sibly URANUS at 8+ Gemini and we all remember what happened to Uranus don’t we? Uranus and Osiris had something (or should I say lost something) in common. They were both neutered. The U.S. Uranus sits in the Sibly 6th house (of service) only a few degrees from the Sibly 7th house (of partners) cusp and they (natal Uranus and transiting Osiris) will be squared by transiting asteroid ATROPOS, the Fate with the scissors, at 8+ Virgo. Ouch.
You make really good points Jude, especially the one regarding what the “anti-science movement has wrought”; a result of suppressing one end of a spectrum in order to devote total support for the other end, such as in those countries who totally devalue women and girls in favor of the supremacy of men and boys. Perhaps this is our Atlantis undoing. Had we left room in our reverence of science for an equal voice from the nebulous Neptunian nature of humans, might we have avoided the Franken-fascist monster?
Poor U.S. NEPTUNE in Virgo, wants to be perfect; what Virgo doesn’t want that? He sits highest in the U.S. Sibly chart for all the world to see; churning out films and videos of other-worldly scenarios – some beautiful, some scary, some supremely sacred – many, if not most all of them, illusional. If, 30, no let’s make that 60 years ago we had seen a movie about today’s world of politics regarding environment, race, sexual identity, brutality, lack of cooperation, poverty vs. wealth, we would have thought it worthy of an Oscar for Most Dramatic Concept. Unbelievable but worthy and imaginative.
But back to our (we are the world) Atlantis. On the 18th when Isis conjuncts Mercury conjuncts Sauer at 29+ Gemini, transiting ATLANTIS and transiting TRANSPLUTO will meet at 29+ Leo. This alone could make great drama. This sextiling fivesome will Yod-Up with transiting asteroid ICARUS (failure to fly) at 28+ Capricorn retrograde in the action packed yod-point.
Add to that plot, transiting asteroid JUNO ( as in I’m as equal as you) and transiting asteroid PHAETHON (another flying failure) conjunct at 0+ Gemini on the same day and the same time. That was the degree of the infamous solar eclipse of May, 2012, which was on the LAST day of a Mercury-Jupiter cycle that would begin anew the next day, and 16 days before Venus occulted the Sun, and 5 months before Hurricane Sandy, and 6 1/2 months before the Sandy Hook school shooting.
Any Neptune worth his saltwater could put together a spectacular show with these stars. It doesn’t necessarily have to be on film/video either, it could be Real Life, whatever that means. Like wearing those glasses that feed you all your messages, etc., so you don’t have to actually look at someone in front of you, just in his or her direction? Good grief, how Neptunian can you get!!
For the U.S. Sibly Neptune on the 18th there will be the plus of a transiting Jupiter conjunct the U.S. Mercury at 24+ Cancer, and a transiting Mars conjunct the U.S. Saturn at 14+ Libra. Sixty years ago an opening scene would have a newsboy crying “extra extra read all about it. . ” For additional drama U.S. Neptune will have at his disposal, the U.S. progressed (Sibly) Juno (faithful wife) at 29+ Sagittarius, opposite the transiting trio of Mercury, Isis and Sauer, and trine the transiting Atlantis and Transpluto in Leo, and as well, a progressed Child at 29+ Pisces to square the transiting Gemini trio. We may need a double packet of tissues for this one.
Seriously, many thanks for your (always) highly anticipated essay Ms. Jude, this one was most heart-felt and gives me strength to keep on keeping on.
be
I have long loved that movie, and Barbara is a classic and a voice I wish I had! I wouldn’t say it was corny, just a 1970’s way of re-introducing the world to the nature of our souls, but then I’m a longtime fan of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, of the same year: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Livingston_Seagull
I have long felt and known that this current life was just one of many, and the longer I live and receive info about some past (or concurrent/parallel) lives, the more I see that my inclinations and thoughts have sources – seeded in other lives.
Dear Judith,
Thank you for a wonderful article. I can feel the movement of your emotions are your words pushed forward to express your feelings as this piece came into being. Thank you for your truthful message we can all relate to, and for the reminder of this beautiful song.
We can, in fact, see forever.
Mia