Uranus, The Trickster, stations at the first degree of zodiac,
Let’s make the world anew.
July 5, 2010
6pm PDT, 9pm EDT
The Sabian symbol is “A woman emerging from the sea- a seal is embracing her,”
reminding us of our kinship with the Ocean, and all her children.
Uranus, representing the Revelatory Intelligence of our Trickster selves, keeper of the vitality of evolutionary democracy,
stations now, as we dive into the Dark of the Moon preceding the Solar Eclipse on July 11th.
We are reminded to keep the joy of creation in our hearts as we simultaneously dive into the Underworld of all that is not dedicated to greater good.
Pluto has retrograded back to that great degree, “A party of campers pack their canoe at twilight – the ability to navigate dark waters.” and the Gulf says, “We ain’t play actin’ now children.”
This up-coming Eclipse is an exact New Moon in Cancer- the Mother of All life, Mama Watas, tidal flow: “Let all yanged out confining certainty and or tyranny be eclipsed by liberating collaborative mystery.”
Let all in the way of kinship be eclipsed by Breer Rabbit’s dedication: “D’ere was times when all the creatures used to gather to segachuate, just like there ain’t been no hard times, just like there ain’t been no fallin’ out, just like they remembered they was all kin!”
Team exercise: “May this (fill in blank) be eclipsed by this (fill in blank)!
We are also journeying to the last of 5 Saturn-Uranus oppositions on July 26th, (Carl Jung’s birthday, Carl with a crow on his head),
the first of which began on Nov. 4th 2008 –reminding us of the on-going necessity to inhale our Saturn, our authority, from all the realms
of discord, that we may re-define cultural leadership, and breathe vitality into informed reverence for life, dedicated to anima mundi (the world soul.)
By insisting on knowing the full cataclysm that humans have inflicted on the Home Planet, we earn the collaborative opportunity to animate the most desirable story and set it spiralling forth into the memosphere.
Critique and blessing are the ongoing exercise…
Holy Moly!: just dusted off my New Orleans Voodoo Tarot:
First drew Petro Mambo, depicting a woman in the Gulf marshes dancing with a fiery snake, by the side of water on fire “The mambo of fire is the watery part of fire…She has united with fire and thus has the powers that come from knowing its secrets…The snake has risen from the blood-red water that flows by their side.”
This followed by Si-i-Bo Nouvavou/Dan-I – a woman emerging from the sea with fire in her left hand and a water-snake swirling over her head.
Divination: positive illumination of the fire in the sea, “the joy of will manifest, the querant’s (all of us) Work in its fullness.The snake creates a path for the ancestors to walk.”
This followed by Elegba – “story-teller sitting in the cross-roads – the ability of the Word to make the world fertile again”. (Saturn in Virgo)
A task that may be accomplished through words. The door opens; obstacles are removed.”
This followed by Congo Water Houngan – the fiery part of water
Concluded by Agwe’ La Flambeau – “bubbles and boils as fire of water…The power of this Loa is most visible when volcanic eruptions strike salty sea-water….This card depicts Agwe’s boat riding upon a sea of molten lava. The boat holds together under these extreme circumstances…Quick and sudden change. Quiet before storm.Safe haven constructed with much labor.”
We shall delineate all to which this refers in each one of us, within and without.
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may the species need to dominate be eclipsed by a tremendous desire/need to co-operate
The Portland Asklepian chimes in: Theater Metaphors
Last night’s dreaming brought me to The Sacred Mountians; they were not in their usual state, snow topped and blue in appearance, but now bare of snow and foliage, and caramel in color, dry. The grand riverbed was also dry, waiting for water. The plowed fields were dry and brown, waited for hands to deposit seeds. Summer flowers adorned the edges of the fields, bright and joyful, waiting for the next planting.
I was, however, at the University–returning to the graduate school to renew my art, returning with some new authority to practice and teach. The light was shining on brick buildings and the shining ivy leaves were reflecting light as they grew over the brick facade.
My aim was to produce, direct and design a new play–the new production to be housed in the Great Theatre. I wandered into the theatre, the house black with some soft illumination of the stage. Onstage, I looked up at costumes storage–crinolin skirts in rainbow colors waiting for dancers’ legs to fly under them; the bottoms of boots waiting for pirates and soldiers’ stories, coats and dresses of velvet and courderoy hung waiting for actors’ bodies to possess them. My goal, in the moment, was to gather the technicians…
Technicians in the theatre are those magicians who make sets move, drops and moons fly in and out, lights splash and dim on command. They sometimes present themselves as grumpy and superior to the fantastic moods and emotions of the actors, and I knew my goal was first, to get them enthused. I needed their support and expertise; they are the ones who create the setting on which all the events of the drama play themselves out upon. (hmmm…)
Dream snippets continued; I had to present my own journals to the sacred university library, in order for me to receive requested texts hidden in the stacks. I also received a suitacase hauled to my front yard by two little girls in flannel nightgowns; the suitcast was opened from the inside by a large red goat (the poor thing was all folded up to fit inside).
May we all gather to plant new seeds and play out a new story for all of our Kin; our costumes are waiting, like the flowers at the edges of the fields–and let’s remember that after Act IV, comes the Marriage of act V–may we marry our inner Kings back to the land. ~Rebecca
Everywhere: May the divisive be eclipsed by the divine.
In the Supreme Court: May hubris be eclipsed by humor.
May distorted news be eclipsed by the demand for truth and the desire for conversation.
May ‘power to the peephole’ be eclipsed by power (restored/revitalized) to the people.
May having it all be eclipsed by recognizing enough.
May commerciality be eclipsed by authenticity.
May fast food chains be eclipsed by dog parks.
May weekly indoor religious services be eclipsed by daily reverence of life and death in everything.
May corporate personhood be eclipsed by proof of humanity.
May Big Box shopping be eclipsed by more frequent sex.
May running for the White House be eclipsed by actually being allowed to run the White House.
May standardized testing be eclipsed by art supplies.
May ‘them’ be eclipsed by ‘us.’
just arrived home last night. Listened first thing today. a gift.
thanks to all contributers.
Caroline, as always, the many years of dedicated study and practice shine as the clarity of wisdom and great heart. Many thanks for your continuous generosity.
may the threat of ambiguity be eclipsed by the understanding of all inclusiveness as the way to infinite creative possibilities.