Caroline welcomes the return of scholar ally Max Dashu, whereby to animatethe Astro Guiding meta narrative….Venus-Pluto in Capricorn, convening the Grand Mother Ancestors…Human, plant, animal…
A Dance Around the Moon Charles Altamont Doyle (1832-1893)
Calling all Heretics!
once honored as a term of praise, because = free—thinking, cross-pollinating,
liberator from dogma (whereby we be imprisoned by delusional dingbattery)….
And if we can compost delusional dogmatic dingbattery –
we have a renewable resource on which to draw…
On the inaugural charts…at the beginning of Biden’s swearing in, the asc desc was 9+ Taurus/Scorpio…
(9+ Scopio = secret rising of America, “Fellowship supper reunites old comrades.” A good vision for the country…)
‘Holy Grail’ Frank Godwin, 1927, King Arthur and his Knights
Today’s full Moon at 9+ Aquarius/Leo, completes the Inauguration.
All the Fixed signs be humming, guiding us to “what it be to be a Good Planetary Citizen?!”
Community, requires Taurus, participatory animism,
Leo, the welcoming of the unique creative spark of each individual,
and Scorpio, the welcoming of dark spicy insights from the invisible realms…
Squares invite us to participate in reuniting that which has been falsely estranged…
and if we aspire to do that – it feels grand, and if we don’t – may feel like kerfuffley conflict…
(The Mars square my Mercury – I did get into a number of pointless online
kerfuffley conversations, in which I was snared into being grumpy
about people being grumpy…Incentive to put standards in place…
that all be in a spirit of jaunty liberating…)
And Venus conjoins Pluto at 25+ Capricorn (My ascendant – woo hoo),
in earthy solitude…eager for us to invite in the desirable ancestors,
mythic, Flora Fauna-for deep council…
When I conversed with Max, she encouraged me to read Ch 6 in her profound book, Witches and Pagans.
Xi Wangmu (guiding the cosmic forces: time & space, creation & destruction more here)
Image from Max Dashu’s website: https://www.suppressedhistories.net/
That Chapter: myths about “divine Old Woman, wearing a mantel of mystery…”
connected with rocks, mountains, rivers, lakes, swells, the sea and storms;
with megalithic sanctuaries and standing stones; wolves, birds, fish, trees, plants.” etc.
old but not aged.
epitome of longevity
and we call forth the poets within us all:
Lawrence Ferlinghetti: “Populist Manifesto No. 1.”
“Poets, come out of your closets. Open your windows. Open your doors. You’ve been holed up too long. No time now for our little literary games. No time now for our paranoias and hypochondrias. No time now for fear and loathing. Time now only for light and love. Poets, descend to the street of the world once more and open your minds and eyes. Clear your throat and speak up.
Poetry is dead. Long live poetry. Don’t wait for the revolution, or it’ll happen without you. Poetry, the common carrier for the transportation of the public to higher places. Poetry still falls from the skies into our streets still open. They haven’t put up the barricades yet, the streets still alive with faces, lovely men and women still walking their lovely creatures everywhere. In the eyes of all, the secret of all still buried there. Whitman’s wild children still sleeping there. Awake and walk in the open air.”
and from Facebook ally:
Sharing a poem my dad had published in 2014 and just shared with me. I love it. I think of the therapy I do, and the many other ways we can confront and sit with our internal world. Tough stuff.
WAKING UP by Jefferson Parson © 2014
I went to the bottom of the deepest dark lake,
Rode on the sole of a moccasin snake,
Prayed the pressure wouldn’t my poor heart break
‘Til I popped to the top, my eyes wide awake.
He spared me his poison all the way down,
But I shuttered to utter all that I found:
Space heaters, tvs and old tennis shoes,
Even an I-phone that’s never been used.
Huge pieces of plastic, to the earth so unkind,
But the scariest pieces were pieces of mind:
Fear for the future, shame for the past,
Fears that each day would be our last.
Facing my fears didn’t drive them away,
But they’re way less scary in the light of the day.
I say what I feel and I feel what I say,
Which is way better than hiding away.
To bring all this up I had to go down
To the bottom of the lake to find what I found,
Down to the bottom of the deepest dark lake,
‘Til I popped to the top, my eyes wide awake.
and who has a bunch o resonant 9’s – Max!
whose chart also be tied to the election, when Mercury stationed at 25+ Libra…
