Dear Friend and Reader:
The following just showed up in my inbox, about one of today’s aspects. I am honored to yield the microphone to Genevieve Salerno. She writes:
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These days at the 9 to 5 have begun to pass by without any names. Monday and Thursday, Friday and Wednesday could all be the same. I drove home in the rain after a seven hour stint in a little office that has about as much natural light in it as I have passion for the job. Don’t get me wrong, I get along well with the people there. I have made friends and have gotten a chance to meet teachers of many skills. There is a lot of laughter in my office, a blessing that I find rare when I look into the faces of say…people who work at banks and Price Chopper. But we all do what we must do. I remember the times I used to call up my mother with the mind to find a sympathetic ear, and got only: “Well that’s just what you do.”
And the frustration I felt upon hearing those words had a face, and a mind of its own. It had a soul, and a pair of hands to execute the works that its imagination brewed from deep underneath the Shell of Adulthood that has been ossifying for many years now. Whoever she is, lurking deep within me, she is the feeling that today’s aspect nurtures. The blissful side of me, the procreative side of me. She is Eros.
It seems that as soon as I graduated college and stepped into the world with a new goal to survive on my own, I could not help but follow the formula of all those people that have gone before me. I got a new pair of shoes, a car insurance bill, a cat, and a job to exchange money for all of the aforementioned. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t specifically passionate about what I did, as long as it gave me enough money to provide a space for me and the cat, good enough food, gas to travel with, and the occasional surplus for a bottle of Jack. When I wanted to write, or paint, or dream, I had about four and a half hours after work to do that, before I could retire for a proper amount of rest to start the whole thing over again.
And then years passed. My Eros found the channels by which to inspire me more crowded by the echoes of other desires, more pertinent, mundane desires, until I could only trace her by the rumblings I felt as though they were workings deep within the Earth; and not myself. There was one time I felt that shudder so completely, that it drove me to pick up my jacket and walk out of a 40 hour a week gig at a switchboard. I was about 5 hours into my first shift. I never returned, and I never answered the phone when they called me.
Why is it that we make the trade between living our lives creatively, and striving to create a “product”? At what point do we make that trade, where it is no longer acceptable to do nothing? Where dreaming is a waste of time and even the word “vacation” stresses us out because it means more work, more striving, for a better way to use our time?
The expansive, creative quality of Jupiter is that jolt of rebelliousness from our regimented schedules. It is a call to the Lord and Lady residing in each of us, to come forward without any fanfare and to celebrate the state of mind that is Eros; the Urge and the Sensation. Only through being completely open to our desires can we begin to understand their wisdom. For some reason, our culture has made it very hard to do this. “If you don’t swipe a card to get it,” I remember a friend saying, “then it’s viewed as suspicious in our culture.”
And that’s what my mother was talking about when she said, “You can’t get anywhere in this world without money.”
I know this is just not the truth. In times of defiance I draw strength from where Eros dwells. I don’t desire to work in an office for the rest of my life. I want to be a weaver, I want to drink up textures and colors all day long. I want to spend the sunlight hours watching things grow. I want to let Universe come through my body and throat in the form of sensuality and poetry. I am going to leave this place, and knowing with certainty that it will end; I adore it for its transience.
Today’s aspect reflects what I feel in a Cosmic sense: Jupiter and Eros united in element Earth invites us to take a step back from the world of work, stress, struggle; and just relax. Behold the grand scheme of things that is the expansion of pleasure.
Its hard to say that this feeling is still pure when looking at our current age. Somewhere along the line the baddies took the good idea, and twisted it like Melkor did to the Elves when he formed the Orcs. But the bliss of life, the joy of encountering the world of the flesh and the senses is still there, clear as youth; waiting to be disrobed.
Tuesday 29 April 2008
Mars (24+ Cancer) sextile Admetos (24+ Taurus)
Amor (0+ Taurus) quincunx Arachne (0+ Libra Rx)
Mars (24+ Cancer) sesquiquadrate Pholus (9+ Sagittarius Rx)
Juno (29+ Sagittarius Rx) septile Chiron (20+ Aquarius)
Eros (22+ Taurus) trine Jupiter (22+ Capricorn)
Pandora (17+ Scorpio Rx) trine Varuna (17+ Cancer)
Sun (9+ Taurus) quincunx Pholus (9+ Sagittarius Rx)
Juno (29+ Sagittarius Rx) septile Chariklo (8+ Scorpio Rx) – Near Miss Only
Mercury (24+ Taurus) square Neptune (24+ Aquarius)
Ceres (12 Gemini) quintile Aries Point (0 Aries)
Eros (22+ Taurus) sextile Apollo (22+ Cancer)
Sisyphus (14+ Libra Rx) quintile Galactic Center (26+ Sagittarius)
Apollo (22+ Cancer) square 1992 QB1 (22+ Aries)
Mercury (24+ Taurus) conjunct Admetos (24+ Taurus)
Venus (29+ Aries) sesquiquadrate Great Attractor (14+ Sagittarius)
Mercury (24+ Taurus) sextile Mars (24+ Cancer)
Venus (29+ Aries) sesquiquadrate Ixion (14+ Sagittarius Rx)
Vesta (4+ Aries) trine Hylonome (4+ Sagittarius Rx)
The Oracle takes us back to June 2005 Virgo monthly for Flaunt magazine
More than you imagine turns this month on who you consider your friends to be. Don’t be afraid to use the word with caution; don’t be afraid to evaluate the people you meet extremely carefully. It all really comes down to this: do they help you be who you are, or do they hinder you? Once you know, act accordingly.