Dear Friend and Reader:
If you haven’t already noticed, we’ve entered eclipse time again — in Aquarius — and the theme of this eclipse is the stuff of science fiction. Or to paraphrase an enduring legacy of an earlier Aquarian age, we’re on a mission to “boldly go where no man has gone before.”
Today’s solar eclipse, in the sign of Aquarius, arrived at 2:55 am EST, Jan. 26 and peaked over the Indian Ocean, where sailors surely got a terrific view of an annular eclipse’s thin ring of sunlight in the early morning sky. It won’t be visible by those of us in the northern hemisphere, but we’re sure to notice its effects.
This solar eclipse, with its Sun, Moon, Jupiter, Neptune, Chiron, Nessus and the North Node in Aquarius, should give us a big new lesson about the currents of time. Aquarius brings the future to us. It’s innovative, quirky — unconventional. Aquarius brings revolutions to us, too. With seven planets or points in Aquarius, this chart is unmistakably a giant shove into the future.
Eclipses shut down old ways of being to make way for the new. This is a simple way of saying that according to the laws of nature, something’s gotta give so something else can take its place. Your Christmas tree, for example, probably looks a little forlorn if it’s still around today. And it’s likely that if you didn’t pull the weeds from your garden bed last fall, you’re facing a stiff clean-up job before the tulips re-appear next April.
But what if the “old” is a job, a loved one, a friend, a dream — making way for the new? We usually look backward to know who we are. Our identity is embedded in comfortable old habits: we always meet at that one diner, take two creams in our coffee, dependably joke about the recalcitrant Xerox machine on the third floor, count on that friend to call us when she’s got to move her three-ton sofa-sleeper — again. These patterns so define us, that when we’re called to give one up we feel as if we’re forced to give ourselves up. If we let go of that job, that lover, what will become of us, we ask? Who are we then, if not a reliable note in a dependable 4/4 beat of life?