I’m feeling a lot like Otis Redding (Virgo) in his posthumous hit, “Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay” during Mercury Retrograde. I’m pondering the whys, wherefores, whats and whens of my life and this blog. The path that I started out on, nearly two years ago when Sah (Immanent deity of Orion) Ra (Egyptian sun god) Palin entered the election, coming from seemingly out of nowhere, just as Barack Obama did. I did Palin’s chart and my stats went through the roof. I didn’t look back. Over the course of the past two years, I covered everything from Albert Pike to Lady Gaga and have done my best to wrap it in a blanket of stars, meaning that there was usually some sort of astrological through line. The blog has become part of an awakening process for me as I hope it has been for you, but I am not sure how much more I have to say along these lines, especially as it relates directly to astrology. Mercury in my own sign, retro has me reflecting on the meaning of it all.
Last night, I spoke with Katie Gallanti and she and I were in agreement that so much has transpired over the past two years and the awakening process has become viral. Here on the day of the Pisces Full Moon, I read a piece by Dahr Jahmail, the terrific journalist from the Middle East. He traveled to Mississippi and spent time with shrimpers who not only refused to go out on their boats to catch toxic shrimp, but held their own press conference, called for the resignation of Dr. Bill Walker, the head of Mississippi’s Department of Marine Resources for lifting the ban on shrimping and fishing. Their first hand accounts of sea life trying to out swim toxic waters is riveting. They are indicative of eyes opening wide across this country and world. Nearly ten years ago, a good friend kept me at arms length when it came to my “crazy” ideas. Fast forward. He’s that guy now. The great awakening is taking on a momentum of it’s own.
As the sleepers arise from their trance-like-slumber, I’m thinking about the next phase, catching the next wave. Once we’ve awakened, what can we do?
When I was young, I had a deeply romantic and naive vision of enlightenment. Occasionally, I still do. I thought that enlightenment was the key to true magic and the conscious application of man’s and God’s will in a perfect execution of integrated energies for truth, beauty and service. I still think this to some extent, but what I never quite factored in on the enlightenment side of the equation was waking up to the horror of the world and the attendant suffering, then deconstructing the architecture of the invisible prisons that we inhabit, how we got there and who helped erect and stand over them. That’s the not-so-fun side of waking up.
There’s the initial rush, you know, the one where you get to live in a Robert Anton Wilson epic for a while and then realize that it’s just another step in the process, a seductive Bardo that can yield some really surreal and juicy nuggets. There’s a high that comes along with it. It’s the inverse of solving light’s riddle, but comes with the attendant giddiness that “you’ve figured something out.” There’s plenty of black diamonds in that mine, trust me. But my wandering soul is restless again and I’m not wholly satisfied with discovering that Barack Obama might be the son of Michael Rockefeller and Cleopatra. After a while, uncovering more illusion only begets more illusion.
Perhaps this is the dialectical dance between my Sun in the 10th and transiting Pices Moon in the 4th. I’m doing my best to ground the arc between the spark of mystical unity and the practical tools of building a better world than the one we allowed to go to hell. Part of me wonders if it’s even possible at this point? I’m considering surrender as the most efficient move-letting go of all my strategies and systems, letting the flood just crash over me. I’ve been here before. I know it. I feel it.
On the other side of letting go is a sense of freedom and release that I can only begin to articulate. The dynamic push/pull between the Sun and the Moon is creating a tension, a torsion, a bi-polar magnetic field that holds the flux of possibility.
The Pisces Full Moon wants us to get cozy at a cellular level, while the Virgo Sun wants to know if it’s a phillips or a flat head? The Pisces Moon is full credit in faith, diving head first into the ocean of oneness, swallowing duality whole. Dick Cheney and Tony Hayward are merely dark angels on the road to redemption. Aware of the depths of the darkness, the Pisces Full Moons beckons immersion and trust. The Virgo Sun wants to make sure that you’ve got a map for the backroads out of town, a tent, sleeping bag, water, a couple of weeks of food and tank full of gas. This is kind of where I’m at. An uneasy station on the cross. But I do know this–there is plenty to live for. I’ve had glimpses of a very different world coming our way and trust me I want to be there. Surrender does not mean giving up–it’s more like giving away.
It’s been a while since I’ve done some Full Moon Scopes, so in the spirit of giving practical form to the numinous, here’s some light bon-mots of astro-advice for each sign over the next 24/48 hours.