Cooling out Boom with Swoosh!

 

Cardinal T-Square
Grand trine in Water,
Crisis and Guidance

 

that exhort: “Wake Up and Dream!”

 

 

The Moon participates in both patterns,
as Big Momma- fierce protector of life,
delineating the qualities we all want
to personally and collectively cultivate,
guiding our ever-expanding repertoire
of Trickster responses…

Grand trine with 6 water planets, (o air):
“How shall we become like Water, forming
an alliance for reciprocal protection?,”
we are encouraged to wonder.

Ah, before the council, we bring many crises,
that are all one crisis: the absence of Venus,
in full equality, has occasioned a long running
uninitiated Mars, rampaging tantrum yoga –
with its pandemic addiction to boom and bang.

The repercussions of our rogue species’
dis-respect for the waters of life are
increasingly manifest, in all literal and
symbolic realms…

Water Woes: we are in, and headed for more,
mounting massive misery, motivating ingenious
design response, may it be so

Capetown, Flint – everywhere…

Blog Article “Urban Drought: Mexico City’s Water Crisis”
By Luc Forsyth

Water is Wealth, a bounty of this uniquely
watery planet, proffered to all life…

The Wasteland and the Restoration of
the Waters of Life, is a recurrent theme
in Myths and Fairy Tales, that proffer us
necessary metaphoric guidance… (and they are all
in Venus’ back-pack, with all the Wisdom of Water,
and Dreaming… as she imminently emerges
in the West after sunset.)

I do like Maseru Emoto’s suggesting that
water carries the memory of all its been through,
and we can help it cleanse with blessing…

Listening to its ancient story – it tells us
of Saturnine limits. There is a finite amount
of water on this planet.

A simple truth we really want to seep deep
into our collective psyches…

The gentle sound of running water is a primary
Venusian healing of human befoibled over-wrought
amygdala freak-out….

All made more poignant by its poisoning.
Will we find the thing that heals us before we kill it?
A curvey, spiraling river can cleanse itself…
(once we cease the sacrilege.)

“An offering of fruit and flowers sits on the banks of the
Rio Magdalena. Such offerings are typically made only
near clean water, a resource in short supply in Mexico City.”
“For a week I walked the length of this river from its source
to the urban sprawl at its terminus. What I found was deeply
unsettling: a beautiful river supporting all manner of flora and
fauna turned into a tepid trickle of sludge more or less
as soon as it made contact with ‘civilization’.”

But/and:
Venus is now returning to the world,
within and without… with all that we need
for the Infinite Game of Renaissance,
magnetizing us all everywhere to continue
creating beauty and doing beautiful
ingenious things…