As the longest night of the year quietly turns into day, we enter into the womb of sleeping and dreaming, the chrysalis of what is dormant, under the slumber of the season. Persephone has descended into the underworld to be the consort of Hades. Her journey began in the month of November, consistent with the arrival of Scorpio/Pluto. But it is now, when she has reached the center of the Earth. Slowly, day-by-day, she will extricate herself from Hades strong embrace. As I write this, coyotes howl in the distance. I haven’t heard them in over a year. Their primal song pierces the silent night. It’s the Taurus Moon as they cry out for Ceres, even though her annual weeping has been reduced to a transitory melancholia, since after all these years, she knows her beloved daughter will return. The animals though, they never forget.
As we are in the dark of Winter, we are also in the dark of our Astrological Winter with Pluto in Capricorn. As I talked about this on my Sunday night show (see below), we’re in the deep winter of Pluto’s arc. It is so clear when we look back upon the 60’s, either through our personal experience or whatever we can glean on youtube. 😉 But that was not only the Summer of Love, it was the summer of humanity on Earth and while Pluto was in Virgo (along with Uranus), it was the Leonine Plutonians who brought their passionate energy to the world stage.
The morning bloom wilted quickly in the heat of high noon, and the dog days arrived along with Kent State, Altamont, and Manson. But make no mistake about it. From the 1950’s, up through 1967 and 68, it was summer on Earth.
We’re currently in frigid and barren terrain and I’ve been meditating on this for weeks now, especially as it relates to my own life. With my progressed ASC in Cap, along with progressed Jupiter, Venus and Saturn, all in the sign of the sea-goat–you can say that I’ve got Capricorn and winter squarely on my mind.
When we hit these dark and icy patches our minds wander to other times when we were in sunnier climes in our existence, when the song of promise and hope filled the air. Perhaps it’s just a mid-life meditation on my lost youth, but I can’t help but get the same sense from clients too, as they look back on their lives, what they did or didn’t do. Some of them have tremendous grief over choices real or imagined, made or not. It’s where we are.
I have a unique gig. I get to interact with many people from around the planet and I can get a pulse of thoughts and feelings moving through lives, and what I’m picking up on is “lament.”
We seem to be in some sort of past life review stage on a collective level, while the soundtrack of the times is so terribly distorted and out of sync, that it nearly throbs with insanity. The current Bardo is demanding our attention and focus, so that we can reconcile and resolve the lingering threads, the unfinished thoughts, the unlived portions of our existence.
I say these things because something new is coming very soon and I cannot label it better or worse but it will be different and the quality of the days ahead are going to be very much influenced by what you’re carrying in your spirit. So as we move imperceptibly towards the light again, in the winter of our time, I would say this; Try to make closer bonds with others. This will prove to be very important later in the year, as Jupiter moves into Libra. Because the chilling sense of isolation and the winter of our times almost demands that we grow closer to one another in our hearts and spirits, especially where you live, because the bonds you forge now, might be the ties that save you later.
Here’s Sunday night’s podcast with a few, nice live readings.