By Len Wallick
The Sun seems to be taking it all in, crossing the twenty-third degree of Aquarius today (about day 23 of the Sun’s trip through this sign). It is not busy for the moment save for the applying quadruple conjunction new Moon in a few days. Luna crossed its North Node yesterday, rising above the ecliptic in the night. This morning it sextiles Uranus in Pisces and before the day is done it will have climbed into Aquarius, this month’s bed for the reunion of luminary lovers.
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By time the Moon has done so, Venus will also have moved onto Pisces. In less than a week just after sunset, we can watch Venus dance with Jupiter. Meanwhile, Mercury beckons the Moon towards their own conjunction this evening after which Luna’s silver sliver will briefly grace the darkest hour, before dawn. Jupiter and Mars, normally so affable, are now distant and estranged, cleaving to their averse elements; alien, strange to each other.
Surveying it all from afar, alone in its vector is Saturn. While the entire solar system seems to be converging upon spring and summer, Saturn alone contemplates its own long winter and remembers when it was young. Chronos, that was the name of youth. Chronos, time itself. Created when the sky came to love the Earth. Set in motion when the sky repelled his children. Veiled in mystery by an unspeakable act towards his progenitor, at the behest of his mother. Father in turn to the future itself. Chronos watches from exile, chained until death, alone with justice. Time itself takes us back to where we left off, when he was the edge of the frozen sky. Even now he can look back over his shoulder where the past will become the future and he will oppose his father again.
There’s this odd thing about people: curiosity. For a while, it’s fun. Exploring and finding new things leads to exciting changes inside of us. Then we start making changes in things outside of us so that we can explore what we could not find before, could not reach before, could not see before. Then what we find changes both the inside and the outside — quickly. We look around us and no place seems familiar. We feel inside and we are not what we used to be. Then it’s not so much fun anymore. It’s life, and from that we rise or fall as is our inclination. It seems we have a talent to rise. The sky, obviously is in the direction of rising.