September is another mighty morphing power month here on planet Earth. Neural rivulets streak and explode like rain in a wind tunnel. Whenever systems break down, as they have been doing around the world, an opportunity to reinvent our place in the Metaverse presents itself. We can take on a leadership role or retire disguised to a small town. One needs one’s higher faculties to explain whatever it is one is doing down there on the floor. The planets have been configured in a close-knit interaction in the early degrees of the cardinal signs (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn), the renowned cardinal cross of 2010. You cannot help but love this stellar spectacle, so guileless and indulgent. Such a stark lustre to inhabit, you degenerate stars. Although this pattern continues in September, its pressure on us is abating. Uranus and Jupiter, two big players in this pattern, have slipped back into dreamy Pisces for the time being. They have been dancing together since the late winter, and in the process they will make three conjunctions, the first of which occurred (at 1 Aries) on June 8. An oily destructo-ball rolled across the horizon: a retinal trick (eyes on the risen sun). and the awful Truth came running to you like the last albino alligator bolting out of the catacombs into your arms.
Just looking at the lineup of planets with which September starts, it looks rather scattered. That evolves as the month does, but one wouldn’t expect September to start with the slickness of sliding into a bed cloaked in satin sheets. With the Sun in earthy Virgo moving into emotional degrees, we are caring about the “what is” quotient in life and how things are going. Questions—from “is it working?” to questions about ethics against morals, at whatever level (pro, con or in fervent denial)—ooze through our days like mud after a flood seeping in under the back kitchen door. Mercury is retrograde, which gives us the contemplative rather than “doing something about it” signal, and with Mars in late Libra, resolve is weak. Many of us are weary, maybe even over-daunted with much of what’s going on. ). Pretend you can breathe even if you have a butternut squash shoved down your wind pipe. Venus in late Libra seeks relief and makes efforts to make good on good intentions, and goodness knows those are needed. But will they be enough? Saturn in early Libra indicates challenges in the world, which may be nothing but responsibilities which if attended to will get done. But this placement can manifest as a delays which feel like rejection—even a total sense of being repelled by others for whatever reason. Jupiter’s retrograde motion in Aries adds to the murkiness of knowing whether it’s you, or them (if it’s Memorex…) and not only doesn’t anyone have the answers to all our questions, but considering how preoccupied they are with their lives, we aren’t likely to get the emotional satisfaction we want either. The dancing bear puts the red dress back on, announcing grandly that you and I are the guests of Le Comte de Lautréamont. We trash the place, but leave swiftly when physical injury from retaliation appears imminent. Uranus starting the month in a critical degree of emotional Pisces has us all feeling our feelings to the max. Neptune retrograde in Aquarius has us feeling uncertain about the world, and Pluto in Capricorn is slowing down to take its station. All this guaranteeing that baby, the pressure is either on—or at least it feels like it’s on! For those who are counting, three planets in earth, one in fire, one in water and four in air: right now we are on balance thoughtful, thoughtless, thinking about things, thinking over what to do next or thinking about what others think of us. And maybe all of the above. With second place going to the earth element, that means what gets done and/or what has been done seems the proof of the pudding and the irrevocable fact. What’s needed here is a little fiery imagination, motivation and hope, but the one planet in fire (Jupiter) is retrograde, producing that “not a lot to hook onto out there” feeling. And with Uranus in Pisces’ critical degree, our feelings about what we’re feeling are maximally unstable, unpredictable, inconceivable to others and probably a bit of a surprise to ourselves.
The Great 2010 Cardinal Climax of which I have spoken of more times than any single astrological event ever, for the last 15 years of my life, is upon us. Pluto, planet of subterranean (and submarine) riches is now T-squaring Saturn (responsibility) and Uranus (revelations)/Jupiter (global implications). Together they have ushered into the group mind a blowout drama that is bringing up many urgent questions at once. From the point of view of consciousness evolution, these questions are the reason this had to happen. The disaster has triggered an unusually emotional public response. People are viscerally engaged. They are thinking about the role of cars in their lives. The phrase “oil addiction” has been coming up a lot. Many have started thinking differently about water.There is a growing sense among the populace that if a bay is fouled miles away, our personal relationship to water is accordingly compromised. From an ecological perspective, this is a literal fact; and clean water is fast becoming the most precious resource on the planet. More people die from polluted water every year than from all forms of violence, including war. The physical and esoteric meanings of water parallel each other. We learned in biology class that humanity’s ancestors were single-celled sea creatures, and that all waters find their way eventually to the sea. On a symbolic level, water is the Metaversal matrix from which we all arose and to which we will all return. To assuage the anguish that the clean-up crews and the oil companies and the government have failed to assuage, we can press into service, right now, the symmetry between the physical and the mystical meanings of water. As astrologer Adam Gainsburg and others have suggested, one way to spiritually engage with what is occurring in the Gulf is to connect with the waters of our bodies.. (see Water Ritual in this issue) Such an exercise can help us come home to the Metaversal matrix that water represents, to resonate with it, to pledge allegiance to it. This ritual promotes a healing that is appropriate to the injury at hand. Since April 20th I have heard many people say that they feel the Earth has sustained a gushing, bleeding wound. This image is pure Chiron, which has been conjunct Neptune (the collective unconscious) for two years now. At the moment of the explosion, Chiron had just entered Pisces, the most universal of the water signs, for the first time in 41 years. Because it departs so uncomfortably from our psychological assumptions, Chiron is one of the most problematic symbols in astrology. It dares to propose that although human pain is a fact of life, when we follow its lead fearlessly pain becomes soul medicine. Understanding this distinction between pain and suffering, which is also essential to Buddhist thought, is the key to Chironic healing. (If we miss it, we’re in the same boat as the student of Pluto who reads death/rebirth or I-A-O as merely death.) Over the two years that Uranus (rude awakenings) has been opposite Saturn (big business) there has been a shift in how people define corporate accountability and social acceptability. With the DeepWater incident this trajectory has crested. There is a mythic quality to the disaster; everything about it is larger than life. This is not surprising, given that when the disaster began, Jupiter (exaggerated size) had moved into a key position in the sky. The big gas giant, whose dark side is excess was conjunct Uranus (explosions) and opposite Saturn (failure) when the rig blew up. Negative Jupiter manifests as hubris. The ambitions of the oil-drillers – who are still operating a dozen other deepwater rigs of equally fatal size, right now, lessons unlearned were all out-of-proportion to common sense. It is now well known that BP did not subject its stupendously ill-advised project to even the barest minimum of testing or planning. Misused Jupiter leads to excessive recklessness. The oil company’s petition to drill was riddled with short-cuts and utter Bullshit Lies!. As Naomi Klein has observed, in BP’s assurances to the feds of how little risk the drilling would entail, they talk about Nature as if She were a predictable, agreeable junior partner; sort of an unpaid subcontractor. After the explosion occurred, they scrambled to put together clean-up strategies that were so astoundingly ineffective they’d be comic if they weren’t so hideously tragic. The spirit behind these failed fixes, even their names, seems to derive from a bad action movie. Top kills, junk shots and laser-directed robots with diamond saws? It sounds like little boys dreaming up cool comic-book rescues. Goddess forbid the oil executives would admit, even now, that they don’t know what they’re doing.
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