Dear Friend and Reader:
As the Moon continues to fatten on its course to first quarter in Aries on Sunday, it dangles in the sky like a silver bowl. It’s always interested me to observe which way the crescent will face: sometimes it looks like a smile, other times it resembles a sickle; every which way it is beautiful. This weekend holds some interesting emotional developments in time with the growing Moon. Most notably, Venus will enter Pisces on Sunday.
Traditional astrologers named Venus as the one of the true rulers of Pisces — Venus is exalted there. This makes sense, considering Piscean energy’s reputation for being the most compassionate of the entire zodiac. Pisces energy has no problem mingling with others. It’s all about water. In fact, at times the original energy mixes so fluidly with its environment that staying psychologically intact can at times pose a real challenge.
Because we are experiencing a homecoming (Venus arriving in one of her ruling signs), a feeling of welcome can bloom in the air. At the same time, and just like the feeling associated with the arrival of a long expected guest, Venus entering Pisces can present a feeling of anxiety. The mind is the star of the show when a mutable sign is aspected. Pisces energy has a strong psychic charge. With the goddess of love setting her course through this sign, receptivity is high, as well as sensitivity. We just came out of a conjunction between two mutable ruling planets (Mercury and Jupiter which rule Virgo/Pisces and Gemini/Sagittarius respectively). Because of this it could be said that the mind will get no rest this weekend, and with Pisces being involved, there will be lots to feel.
Venus has come from a conjunction with Neptune (Dec. 27, 2008 to be exact) and so she carries with her a portion of divine compassion, or is it true human compassion, that cannot easily be pinned down to one person or thing. Now that she is arriving in Pisces, the option to recognize affection in the personal life as a mirror of compassion makes sense in a way that it might not otherwise. In other words, we tend to divide love and compassion; but Venus and Pisces does not do that.
Another way to experience this transit is through circumstances where it becomes unclear whether or not you are setting yourself free through love, or binding yourself through the illusion of devotion. You may be feeling something, but is it real, and how do you know?
Discernment and a level head is needed to investigate matters such as these and luckily, Saturn in Virgo, opposite Pisces — demanding a level of realism and practicality. Venus will oppose Saturn on Jan. 23, right after she meets Uranus the liberator in a conjunction the day before.
So, what exactly is the forecast for this weekend? Perhaps a better question is where do you feel the most loved and how many times do you go to that place? What do you give and receive from experiences with love and intimacy, and how far or close are you from contacting or connecting with love you have always imagined you required?
Merry Met,
Genevieve
mystes, Just try and stop me. I know this a place in time space where I can do this. But realize it is only a season. Always changing.
About this sound thing. You get sounds. I do too infrequently. You often write in sounds. Do you do any group sound stuff? Like with the Circle of Sound from WA. Do you join into the power of sound with others from where you are?
This is my lame attempt to try to get your read on what I find a rather awesome project. Planet healing and all that.
V… Cool story/poems. Keep ’em flowing…
M
annat, gardner, I have leftover pureed pukin in the frig, I was thinking punkin soup, but a phosphorescent pie. I will probably still go soup, as I have the ingredients on hand for that plan. But I consider moderation with the diarrhea cure thing, as I have taken to cheese of late (hardened mother’s milk, no I am changing that imaged to processed mother’s milk. Gotta keep my digestion going).
Annat, somewhere in this space, I have a child I don’t know about? Gardner, is that yours? Will you please come and get her? I don’t know nuthin about birth and babies.
all, the trance lets up and I find all of your input tickling me into ever more questions and considerations.
And when the energy comes in, it really goes. Oh my it has a life of its own. Imagine that. Isn’t always what we expected. Oftentimes it is uncomfortable. But hey we all love ourselves as evidenced our seeking to make it better for ourselves. So we come in with love, no matter how deep that sucker is buried.
Things had changed in ye ol world of medicine in the six years that separated me from the twins from hell. Mother with her brood of six was looking forward to a week’s vacation in the hospital away from “it all.” Well, that’s what adaptable easy trine happy go lucky me was looking forward to anyway. I slid into it with a smile and my Father feeling so virile after six years had all the supplies bought for the joy that was coming (every birth, he got a raise, those were the days) but that changed quickly as two days later the hospital spit my mother back into the fray. Wait a minute, what’s going on, I’m confused, happy trine got her first hit. She returned home and said she needed her vacation. But as she lay in bed, she saw my Father and brother out the window struggling to hang the clothes on the line. The breaking point was all the shirts hung up by the cuffs. It drove her nuts, so she was back on her feet again.
The birth of the twins from hell was always the big story as she wasn’t supposed to be having twins. And the predecessor was only 11 months old. She recalls the pregnancy as being too much. She got to the point where all she could ingest was salted ice cubes but the heartbeat remained strong. Ol doc only heard one heartbeat as the cunning twin sat ontop the head of the other (the other was born with black eyes from the beating of her heels and suffered from exzema no doubt from her shit, if I choose to go there).
So at long last, it is time for her to go to the hospital for her vacation to have “the” baby. It was in the days of numbing and her uterus was in good working order from lots of use. Baby one is born. Yeah, it’s done. The doctor leaves the room. Let the vacation start and she goes to sleep. But the nurse brings the doctor, Ms fertile myrtle, there’s another child, she passes out. It becomes a blur from there. But as the nurse tried to bring her back to reality, she heard and passed out two more times. Her next revealed memory is coming home from vacation, three kids in diapers, and thinking how did I ever get six children. (And somewhere is space, there was an energy preparing, smiling, and saying but wait, there’s more)
Others have told me of the message they carry and I never quite understood the importance of this message as we piggyback mother into this world. I must say thank you all for bringing it all home for me.
So energy is not stupid, it rides with Mother and knows where it is going. Mother is the vehicle. And no one knows Mother like the fetus she carries. If it changes in transport, it no longer matches, it bows out? This is not fact of course, but it could explain stillborns, and miscarries? And terminations, maybe that is a decision Mother energy and child energy make together. I think it is our socialization, that brings in all the negative thought forms about energy movement, ie guilt and punishment (but we do live in a hardcore physical world, after all). I think this is why I am pro choice, let the energies flow. And my one hardfast belief, mother energy runs deep as deep as the energy within the form she carries. There is a knowing that I have to trust.
So I give Mother a break. Human in her fraility, she did the best she could for where she was at at the time. And let’s face it we needed her energy to get here and do what we needed to do.
AnnaT… so you’re another fore-sister? My humble thanks to you as well.
But don’t misunderstand me. My earlier posting said :I don’t consider […] its accompanying energy вЂ?hatred.’ It is something else. Truly.
That energy is not ‘hatred’ – but the word lends itself for the life-violence –way beyond ‘elan vital’ or prana– that it is. Have you ever had a Tibetan Yidam come at you? Like *at* you? She’s gonna take whatever is that thing you don’t need away, and won’t waste a second doing it?
If so, think of that energy coming rather than going. That’s how I think of birth.
Lovelove,
(and thanks!)
M
Yep – did it drug free GuruMystes, back in 1969 at age 18.
Ah, yes, Victoria – me too, at age 18. He turns 40, on Tuesday. Didn’t give the baby away, nor abortion, too young, too scared, both me & dad from catholic families – we got married, but I lost my son from 5 years old till he was 23, and moved near me.
Don’t think I understand feeling of hatred, although I felt plenty pain birthing (no drugs), and lots of resentment, later, at the responsibility. And fear, at it all. (Perhaps these are all flavors licking around the real what is meant?)
At 18, was able to have a natural childbirth doctor, who still cut me, though. Dad was in labor and birth room, for all the good that did. (And they still tied me up!) Interested in astrology, even back then, looked at the clock, just after the moment of birth, so I would know!
Amazed at the sentient, wise, compassionate being who came through. Remember, being wheeled away from the birth room, how we both turned to look at each other, clearly, wondering who this other being was! I will never forget that moment.
xxAnnaT
Oh good Lady… TAchi writes: ” I have a friend who delivered naturally, they attached her hands to tree branches. The baby was so big that her vagina teared. But she was home (she lived in the country) and the doctor only came the morning after to sew it. She said she cried and shouted like her sows, and her hair was so tangled they had to shave her.”
T, this kind of thing is completely avoidable. Put these in your baby-having files and come get it later and/or disseminate at will: 1) Daily massage of the labia with warmed oils (flax/olive/grapeseed), along with 10 days of evening primrose supplementation would bloom the door so that it gives way easily. 2) Fall in love with the doc/midwife. 13 years ago I had four hands inside of me trying to correct a 9lb baby’s *face* presentation. No cuts, no tears, no dope, not even a little. And no, I am not a walrus. 3) Get the dad to hold the mom in his lap and mantra his voice through his lower belly into her pelvis. Over and over. What gets the baby in, takes the baby out. Not just in terms of the meatpuppet, but in terms of the *energy.* It has to be a LOW voice, audible but as low on the register as he can go. This will bloom the cervix like god herself.
Seriously. You can’t even begin to get to this *other* space in birthing if the supporting cast mismanages the sensation. Tying up laboring women? Crazy. Crazier. Craziest.
Hi Mystes,
You know, I completely forgot about the farm animals where I grew up. Sometimes an egg would be so large it would wrench the poor hen apart and she would be bloody. I always swore I would never have farm animals again because of witnessing their suffering.
Cows would have calves that were too large, and they would try to pull them out with a tractor. Both animals usually died. It was awful.
One time our little beagle was caught out in heat, and was attacked by a lot of dogs. The only injury we could see was at her vagina and my mother said she was raped. My brother found her lying in the woods, cold and alone. My mother laid her on the register trying to warm her, but she died that night.
I’m not one that jumps up and down about sex. It is brutal from start to finish.
Great poem too!
ps – I think our mothers and grandmothers could have told us more about what to expect, but didn’t want to scare the crap out of us. The old indigenous people’s ceremonies were probably a lot more sensible. Even the farm kids understand how to help the animals during birthing.
Again: Mystes, Victoria, Tachikata, bkoehler –
Thanks sisters and brothers for being bright stars for me to tune in on, through this dark time, – of year, of the moon, of life. Following your voices has helped keep ME tethered.
So agree on all the mother advice, and maybe one has to be more of a certain age to get to the vantage of forgiveness, of one’s mother (and father)? (Don’t know for sure.)
Don’t have a kitty, but my housemate says pureed pumpkin cures kitty diarrhea (for what it’s worth!).
xxAnnaT
Gardener declares: “Yep – did it drug free ~Mystes, back in 1969 at age 18.”
Wow! (genuflectgenuflect) No, really… you busted sod for me and Sarah 9 years later. No way I could have followed that trail without the fore-sisters.
thankyouthankyou!
Gardener, honey… First: I get the mother-qualm in a big way. For a young woman especially its a wrenching. While I didn’t ‘give my kids up’ I put them secondthirdfourth to my art. Still do. So I feel ya.
Second: I don’t consider birthing ‘suffering’ any more than I consider its accompanying energy ‘hatred.’ It is something else. Truly. Something so else that we fight with all of our technology to drown it, throttle it, erase it at all costs.
*THEN* it becomes suffering, yes. But to walk straight into it takes you somewhere else.
You were going there when you said that ‘animals’ (other animals) got it. I think their experiences are as varigated as ours, from profound going-along-withness to struggling terror.
Psychological pain is another topic when it comes to kids – but I do think that a certain amount of that is dysintegrated physical noise. It has no where else to go but into the language of suffering.
And don’t kid yourself, we love the suffering too. Cf. Robinson Jeffers when he gives Medea these lines:
“I will look to the light of the sun this last time
I wish that from the blue sky
the white wolf of lightning would leap
and burst my skull and brains
and cling to these breasts like a burning babe…”
and later…
“Men boast their battles, but I tell you this:
I would go three times into the front lines,
Into the stabbing fury, rather than bear one child.”
Suffering: We’ve used it and used it and used it all up. . . there’s another recipe for love – given what the “light” has produced, I’ve taken to cooking in the dark. Working on that phosphorescent pie now.
You know Mystes, really I thought the emotion I experienced at child number 1 had more to do with knowing i was giving her away. I had a lot of guilt.
I’m not sure it means anything. I think it is just very painful – and most people don’t want to hear about it. Reminds me of the Bill Cosby routine “…you don’t suffer the way we suffer when we go through labor pains!…” whaa.
Victoria,
Glad I could help. And talk to the handy guy, the sooner the better. Yeah, it would bring me down too, but not as much as meeting mr. big nuts pluto. Take care of yourself, oh and, the New Year cards sound like a great idea. I would enjoy getting one from somebody who really meant it!
Guru Mystes,
Yep – did it drug free GuruMystes, back in 1969 at age 18. I know precisely what you are saying because for years afterward (it was the baby I gave away for adoption) I worried that I might be a child abuser because of the emotion experienced at the childbirth. I loved her the next day, but the emotion was harsh to handle at the time and I thought I hated her. I don’t know what I thought. After I had the 2nd child, I understood better – and it was a relief to discover I not only loved the baby, but that I was not a child abuser after all!
It’s funny the subject is coming up. I always felt guilty about it, but now I don’t. But truthfully, don’t most women have doubts from the beginning, even when they want the child?
Anyway, by my third child the event was a joy – completely opposite my experience with the first child. By the 3rd child, I was no longer afraid of being a mother and the childbirth was easy – and also a natural birth. I think we are soft and unprepared for childbirth the first time around.
V (who brought to me the one smile of the day) writes:
“mystes, funny you should say male box. I am in a female body but have always felt like a gay male. Does that make sense?”
Makes mucho senso to a woman whose husband took her to a gay bar for a New Year’s Eve in Mexico City; where the shemales rolled up and exclaimed (to the Husband): Guurrrrlll, where’d you pick up that Nice Piece??! And honey –turning their attention to me– those tits are to die for. Who’s the surgeon?
And Gardener… unless you’ve done childbirth without drugs, my remarks are going to seem nonsensical. Transition/Birthing drugfree is ferocious – ‘hatred’ is the only word that comes close, but it isn’t –hear me IS NOT– hatred. But we don’t have a word for what it is. I’m working on that, but in order to invent the new vocabulary, I also have to invent a new context, and *that’s* the part that is –as Gen says– sketching me out. (Eating in the dark is a walkinthepark compared to cooking in the dark, baby.)
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oh! me too. Pisces sun/cancer mooooon
Gardener, I have a cancer moon. I’m a luney gal.
Oh – I guess I’ve been misreading you. If you’ve figured out why you chose your parents, then you must be ready for graduation! I thought you were the cancerian.
Mystes I had a thought about why women generally want to terminate pregnancy – it must have to do with not wanting to bring a soul into the world. It’s got to be a pre-life determination to end the vicious cycle or something. The hatred you mentioned may have to do with our inner man wanting to kill the ‘ego’ or something.
mystes, funny you should say male box. I am in a female body but have always felt like a gay male. Does that make sense?
Gardner, my mother’s mission was always to raise strong children. She was clumsy (I resemble that). And she did make a beautiful life of simple plenty for us. I chose her for a reason. And I had to go back to get my inheritance. While some siblings grappled to get the coins after father passed, I was the speed bump standing for her. I needed to get my inheritance. I needed to understand what it was.
If I were to go cancerian about it all. I would say I had to find the “light” of my parents shared cancerian suns reflected in me. I might not have been easy to look at as reflections can be discomforting or even blinding at times. But I made her laugh, and won all kinds of stuff that did her proud. And in the end, I got to shake hands with mister big nuts pluto.
V… “He shaved off my mail box, lost control of his vehicle, hit a tree across the road and broke his pelvis. So today I feel punchy.”
Yeah, Ah’magine you do. Lots of energy being released. Men’s pelves usually break at the simphysis pubis, where a woman’s has the big ol’ pad of cartilage – the stretchier to birth you with, my dear. Sometimes it takes a little more force to bring the Pretty Lady out of her Dying Room there at the base of the spine. But here’s the thing: your mail(male)box is broken too. Get with that for a while. (Yo’daddy…)
Loving and listening…
M
Be, well then, last night was quite an adventure. The nadir was a good start point. That was palatable without pictures. But the MC was kickass. You know it took me back to a mysterious relationship that had me schnockered. I kept saying to him, there is something alot bigger than this going on here. (Poor guy, I think I owe him an apology but how would I ever explain.) I had to use the picture release game, but those I paid attention to. There was a certain theme in those releases. And now I see the death pictures I carry on that degree. But it is also the answer to the fear. It’s all in how I read the picture (I think, at this point). I am kinduv weirded out at how real life stuff from the past, shit that happened, could create the stuff it does in this lifetime. I accept the wildass covert adventures that led me to my destruction and maybe have a bit more respect for my dreamy ol martian energy, as long as it doesn’t drive me to delusion. But I can’t go there right now: that’s got another movie attached to it.
So bottom line, I have some new awareness. Thank you very much. And I find me inner child running around inside me screaming, I got the letter, I got the letter. The funny thing is that the unsealed letter phrase always left me feeling incomplete (shut up mother moon). And within the dream the letter always was sealed with red wax. One of my fellow virgos of course, asked the question, what’s in the letter, what’s in the letter. And you know, and this sounds really dumb, it doesn’t matter. I got the letter. He’s alive. I’m alive. We don’t live there anymore.
The question I have is why is this the first year I didn’t send Christmas cards. Why am I sending my bills in late when the cash is there. I chose a po box cuz the local youngsters seem to like to beat up my old mail box. The last one did it in. He shaved off my mail box, lost control of his vehicle, hit a tree across the road and broke his pelvis. So today I feel punchy. Time to talk to the handy guy about re-installing my mail box. (That will take my present 7 vibration address back to its 4 vibration. I think I was saner then.) And today, I plan to open the pile of Christmas cards I could not bring myself to open. And perhaps design some return happy new year cards. It’s a project lying in wait.
So what’s up with the 29th degree. I have heard it referenced. Any takes on that degree? And since it’s a death issues, you can guess Pluto is just one degree behind? What’s a mermaid anyway? Oh yeah, it’s just a symbol.
So, dear Be, you done real good. And a big PS. Granny was a gemini. Mercury mercury communication in her arms. But I think the kicker is my covert partner’s gemini moon. So I guess I move from the water to the air waves. Spooky.
I did some soul searching with various sabian symbols – I think you read into it what spirit wants you to read – anyway, I’ve read that you should look to the next degree for the meaning, because you’ve already passed Cancer 18, or whichever. Linda Hill writes a nice column and has a good book on the subject.
Cancer 19 A fragile miss , representative of proud old blood, is wed by a pompous priest to an eager youth of the new order
Victoria, I believe this is more representative of you. Your writing is indeed quite fragile and lovely. If you are not currently wed, I suspect you will meet someone who is eager to take on the world with you. While your way is more spiritual and refined, together you will make quite a pair.
Look to the progressed sun to see what is happening now, and what was happening when your mother said that to you – i believe you add 1 degree to the sun for every year you have lived. Sometimes the spirit is refined by fire to help other souls progress. You are a very special girl, which clearly shows in your writing. You are already making us all love you like a daughter. I suspect you are more a child of the world.
Also – Mystes is right about the birth and pregnancy process too. Maybe it’s as close as we get to the animal kingdom, but we’ve lost our spiritual ability to understand what is taking place. We no longer commune with spirit the way animals seem to do. It will take some doing on your part, but if you learn to forgive your mother you will be able to do anything. Nothing else will ever hurt as much.
JanesD… **Whoa.**
I *know* that Kalighat (from the Tori Amos ref); and yes, it’s a message. I will take it under advisement.
Awake now…
M
JD
I thought it was a Venus in Pisces thing but it aint.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viFvXzy3NkE
Betcher ass it’s not… as Lord Inflation rounds the curve to my Aquarius moon I can feel the stitches straining. The wound, not even close to healed (though I am writing alternate endings as fast as I can) is going to shunt like a boxcar door – spilling this life like a load of wheat in the middle of the desert.
Oh well.
File under: Work, Magnum – a) Interrupted.
Dear Victoria,
The picture derived from the phrase associated with the degree is created by you. For example, what does your mind see upon hearing the words “a hen scratching the ground to find nourishment for her progeny”? This is the degree “picture” of Cancer 18. Not all degree symbols are that easy to picture though.
Dane Rudhyer discourages using a symbol for interpreting an individual’s chart or question. He thinks they should be used in a broader sense because it could be dangerous for (some) people to hear that a specific picture is descriptive of their personality and makeup. So looking at a chart for the Palestine government for example would be the more apt way use them. Personally, I think some people could be influenced in a negative way by (some) of the descriptions, but most of us would probably be helped by reflecting on the symbols attached to our respective planets/energies.
I think Tachikata, mystes and Gardener have given you some good advice and perspective on your concerns. This is really a great way to learn, grow, dispel fear, gain confidence, share feelings and much more. Three cheers for the internet!
So mystery achievement, for some reason Planet Waves won’ t let me log out.
:). Got something for ya. It’s not from me. I think it’s like a delivery and I’m the messenger, Radiogirl.
I thought it was a Venus in Pisces thing but it aint.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viFvXzy3NkE
one and one and one
~j
Victoria,
Checking the symbols as your chart progresses really tells an amazing story. You might discover something about your parents that will reveal a clue to what was going on as well – especially if you are able to do their charts too.
My mother, in her old age, has confessed several things to me that I didn’t really want to know – but the confession revealed a lot about my brothers, and now I’m able to help direct their focus, or their internal locus if you will. When parents are fighting, or one has a girlfriend, the child’s world can be impacted in ways they won’t understand. The child in the womb of a mother whose husband is cheating might get 100 percent of the blame. Or perhaps she loved another, and wished she had the other’s child. People are very selfish, and almost never consider that their children have feelings or memories. yet here we are, adult women with issues that go back to babyhood. I’m sure my children do too and I suppose I’ll be hearing about it one of these days.
I’d suggest interviewing as many people as you can to find out more. I’ve learned a lot about relatives that I really didn’t want to know. The main thing that is different now is that people can be more open and honest about who they are and what their feelings are. I’ve been in bible studies where the old ladies cried about their backstreet abortions that they couldn’t discuss for 40 years. You just don’t realize how alike we all are until there is open and honest communication about experiences and feelings.
Love to you all…
Tachi, Vicky, neither of you have pulled children out of your butts, so I understand how this might be a little unclear: There is an energy quite like hatred that is part of the birthing. It is *not* hatred, but it is a violent life force unlike any other. If you don’t know what the *)*&^^)_(* you are feeling – and sometimes it hits during the pregnancy, sometimes just during transition – you could mistake it for hatred.
Human birth is way hard. 2.5 million years ago we stood up, our pelvises narrowed to thicken and support the standing spine; so we birth ourselves prematurely *every* time (we need about 11 months to get up to level of our primate cousins at birth), and even then, those big ol’ heads are tootootoo much.
Combine that physical intensity with the 20x estrogen hit you are getting, and its like taking acid/mescaline/peyote/psilocybin on top of a RedBull.
Really, so very much fun I wonder how we got to be such an abundant species.
Oh right: epidurals. Forceps. Cesareans. NICU wards.
So the woman didn’t have the vocabulary or the modelling to call it anything but hatred. Tachi may be right about the ‘absurd love.’ Humanity.
No more for me, thanks. I’m full.
Be, we were writing in tandem. I’ve got my natal wheel on hand. But I’ve got only a list of phrases for the sabian symbols. You are telling me there are pictures? That is like so cool. After all, the phrase does imply symbols. My take on pictures like astrologers interpretations sometimes, don’t always match up, leaving me with a frustrating huh? It is not until I get my match that I understand what the interpretation from the other means. I guess that’s a learning thing. ( Here’s a harsh one: my mother confessed to me after my father died that I was the only child she ever hated. I was a stupid looking kid with a big empty head. After I got over my impulse to throw her out in the cold to die, I realized that I needed that truth, the truth of her human response to this thing she birthed into her world of perfection. It was what she felt, what I felt, and I needed to know. )
once again, bkoehler, I ask these questions out of a potential need to establish a tether.
My days experience is going as such. The sun is setting and the snow is reflecting pinkness changing the color of the air against the deep blue background sky. This aura of light is broken by awareness of the gnarly bare apple tree holding onto tiny darkening apples, until it too communes with the light.
I think of your anus (that doesn’t play well, does it?), i feel change, and see crab claws. And I remember that people are comfortable with change with the evidence that babies find comfort in the motion of rocking. And remember my grandmother’s arms rocking me as a baby. The one memory of feeling love, maybe the only one I needed. And I see the pictures of this old house sent to me by my sister along with a note asking, are you sure you want to do this? There was alot of trash in the pictures (she’s the first to admit that she has OCD about a tidy home, but don’t open a closet door or you might get plowed over by the avalanche). But in the pictures I could see the underlying structure and the beauty in the old things within the trash. Now I focus on the rocking chair in one of the pictures. It becomes central. And I remember my disappointment on arrival and seeing it lying in a charred circle of debris in the yard. I asked my Father, why did you burn the rocking chair. He said it was old and broken. The images and feelings I bookmarked snap into place and expand.
I feel change, and remember evolution. Eons ago, the moon induced tides rocked the waters of the planet mixing the elements and beginning life. Species mated with species, differences emerged, differences mated with same, and a cornocopia of life forms were set into motion.
While the timeline of “important events” seems to slow almost to a halt, the physical manifestations of energy become more apparent. And within this experience I feel change and the comfort of constancy. Well, welcome home Buddha. The only thing that is constant is change. I did not know this was the message for me from your anus. I will say “for now anyway”. After all, it is your anus.
But my drifting days in the arms of grandmother rocking and rolling in the tides of the moon, while the laundry lies in a pile and the dishes in the sink, I feel are taking shape in a face.
Soon the full moon will be intercoursing with my Venus. And the eclipsing sun will intercourse with my Chiron. And Saturn backs up toward my Sun, not quite getting there. Sorry guy, see you next time around. Okay so we got the big homecoming date coming up in Scorpio. Yeah, yeah I know first house. Get my face on. Gotta be looking good and all that. Thanks for the reminder. Whatever will I look like. Oh yeah, what I am or where I am. And that is subject to change.
So Be, I think you can see why I have some concerns? To tether or not to tether that is the question? The manifestations are signs of communion? I’m just not sure if that will be a viable docking station. Knock some friggin sense into me will ya?
Victoria,
I think that it is likely if you knew what the sabian symbol was for a particular Planet (or point, like the ascendent for example) you would get a clue, and connecting the clues for each particular planet would give you a picture of what your charts says about you and your life leanings and possibilities. In fact, as you seem to be able to meditate on objects (ex. your visiting pheasant hens) and glean inspiration, this could be an excellent tool for self-discovery.
This reminds me of something I did years ago (probably 20 or 25) with some of the prominant sabian symbols active in my chart. I sketched small images described in the degrees of my ascendent, Venus, nadir, Mercury, etc. in a wheel pattern, depending on the location of the point/planet. For example there was a “lion tamer” in one symbol, and a girl on a road leaving home in another, and so on. It really helped me pull together the various “parts” (energies) of my chart and begin to grasp some meaning (as described by my horoscope) for my life purpose. Do you have a natal horoscope already?
bkoehler, so if I chose to jump into that area of degrees, would the sabian symbology give me some clues to identify a lifeline of sorts?
Tachi, I can respect that. And we have a match on plant medicine.
Victoria:
There IS ease to be found in “the few degrees that separate [you] from tight squares. The more “degrees” the better. . . .you bet your anus!!
Tachi, oh dear, food issues on the floor. I think I prefer poopies.
bkoehler, you are a good navigator as you point to a physical place. I did meditate on this. I’m in a foregin land right now called space, I think. I could not identify a place but did feel a giving force. It’s been there all along, but to become more aware of it, well that was quite an experience. As I have been focussed on digesting it all, I lost sight of the source. It is like a UGF (unidentifiable giviing force).
Being in winter, I could equate it to my home and the shelter it provides and what I give to this home o mime. But this home goes with me everywhere I travel. And one peak out the window and I feel love in my yard and across the fields, etc etc etc.
I at once felt self sustaining and the question of selfishness reared its ugly head. However, this UGF has produced overabundance with stuff to share. And I am working toward better utilization of the energy that powers this physical place, and maybe i can even harvest some energy to ship to the grid.
But I do feel the most love when I embrace the UGF. Is that too drunk monkey neptunian?
My venus is in good ol cancer. It squares neptune. And neptune squares your anus (I should talk nicer about your anus, I know, but it’s a workout. Comfort does not like change. The claws of the crab just don’t always let go so easy?) I think I am to be thankful for the few degrees that separate me from the tight squares? Is there ease to be found in that?
I like your two timing. It made me laugh at an energy I find perplexing in it’s duality.
Tachi, there I go again. I lost Bouli in the air of my head. Old man Bouli or old woman Bouli could try strained baby food. You know those cute little glass jars (I hope they haven’t gone to plastic) lined up at the grocery store. I have found it to be a good emergency management solution.
And I thank Bouli for being the medium into powerful medicine.
Tachi, you have powerful medicine. Good earth medicine. I have brushed up against native American medicine with my first healer (her grandfather was a blackfoot medicine man) and am reminded by the drum circles of the local oneida tribe at the local multi cultural events.
I am an airhead so I find earth medicine very grounding. I have a simplistic book called animal wise that I use as a starter reference when an animal manifests in my physical environment. I move from there to understand the animal and what message it is bringing.
After reading and meditating on the three pheasant hens that materialized in my front yard (when winter broke) pecking away at the many little apples I left under the tree, I found a message of comfort in ‘as long as I have food supply I will make it through the winter, the heat of my body will melt any snow under my wings, and a warning to keep the ice out of my nose to prevent suffocation (ie remember to breathe).’
The floodplain brings many migratory birds. The message I am working on to my visitors is welcome.
Well wishes, always, and thank you for sharing your medicine.
Tachikata,
I hope your kitty feels better now and is eating okay. There could be several reasons he vomits, but only your vet should diagnose. They are very delicate, or at least their little digestive systems are, and most of the time it isn’t serious. In fact, my cats (when I had more than one) got very stressed when I got stressed, which brought on vomiting, diarrhea. . . you name it!
And you DO have vivid dreams, but better a bad, bad worm than a serpent I guess. Hope you have a place where you feel loved to go to this weekend. Venus is just entering Pisces right now and will be there all month. That should be fun!
Tachi, one more thing before I sign out of here. Does bouli have anything going on in his virgo. There’s that saturn thing going on there. And I have been noticing some cranky happening in my environment. virgo is kinduv about digestion on a physical level. Hate to do this to you, but my dad’s mars was in virgo and he had a life long problem with his digestive process. I’m sure there’s more to it, but that’s as much as I know.
Tachi,missed the worm thing. So he’s got worms?
Tachi, is Bouli on new food? Just checking because the “bad pet food” thing aint that far gone. And hasn’t there been rotten meat goin around out there too?
Lots of years and lots of cats, they haven’t puked unless its fur or dead animal or I try to be nice and give them something special, to their demise.
You are the totem person, what does serpeant say to you? (oooo this could be fun)
The pet supply store, Feeders Supply; that’s one place where I feel the most love. Does that count? I go there probably twice a month at least. They always have about a dozen or so kittens there, ready for adoption, and I have to play a while with every one of them. Of course, love is painful since I can’t take any of them home because my 16 year old kitty, Crystal Belle, would be crushed and probably die within a month. She just survived a 4 year and 9 month stint of sharing our space with my deceased mom’s 2 kitties. They both passed away – within a year – the last one in September.
But I do feel the love when I’m there! In fact, I feel it at home with Crystal too. Maybe I’ll go get her some “Tiki” tuna, which she loves, this weekend. At Feeders Supply. (I confess, I have a Gemini Venus and can be a real two-timer!)