Monday January 16
We’re all going down the rabbit-hole. And that’s an order. At 1:08 am PT/25°38' Libra, the Moon makes its Last Quarter square to Sun in Capricorn. The overall tone of this lunar event is challenging, as we discover what needs reinforcing or eliminating in order to prepare the way for the next lunar cycle. Venus conjoins Chiron to sweeten the deal, bringing a gentle flow of divine reassurance that all is well. All things end in harmony as Moon moves energy into the Saturn trine to Neptune, no matter what it looks like in the moment on the surface. At 7:29 am, the Moon goes into its void period, reactivating us as it enters Scorpio at 8:33 am In the US, the emphasis is on legislative gridlock and presidential directives. The President may take matters into his own hands with executive orders to keep the national process moving in a forward direction. The people are inclined to look at things on a deeper level, and the #occupy movement continues to flourish. The Sabian Symbol for the Last Quarter Moon at 26 Libra is: “An eagle and a large white dove turning into each other.” The line blurs between factions as larger issues create solidarity where petty differences once ruled. The boundary between war and peace may also be challenged on the level of statecraft and politics, or indeed in our own lives.
Tuesday January 17
Marsday in Earthweek. Here, by thy Symbols, thy Guitar, the Bass, and the Drum, we pray thee to strengthen our arms and to defend our hearts. For we are thy chosen warriors, O thou Master of the Battle!" Here we blast ejacaulations of dragonbreath fireballs at the mainstream media charade, we shoot erotic fireworks out the business ends of elf flamethrowers at the fleeing asses of slum lords and neo-conservative goons. Wake up with wood as the Moon continues through Scorpio’s realm. The Book of Lies teaches that seed and child and parent are mystically one, and that the seed represents the innermost and highest expression of the parent. In the Star Sapphire, a ritual form of the IX, the invocation brings father, mother, son, and daughter (YHVH, above) into one point of mystic union, referred to as Ararita. This daughter-son, the living elixir, is made a sacrifice to the magical goal of the working. Note that it is not metaphorically alive, but literally alive, containing a great quantity of living cells. Thus, for the male magician, it is the sacrifice of "all that he is and all that he has" into the "Cup of Babalon", which is held by the Scarlet Woman of Babylon and in which the blood of the saints is said to be mingled. The inner incubation time is important and knowing when to intuitively act is a part of the process. Even projects already in motion may benefit from releasing attachments to specific pictures or outcomes and allowing for the possibility of even greater expression to unfold. Scorpio represents the period from 42 years old to Death, when ones sense of Time compacts and passes rapidly. Since this stage is the last in the life of the human biological machine, it's now time to transcend the confines of the mortal body and to assure continued existence, either you breed (pass on your DNA) or step out of the loop (become your DNA). On the World scale, Scorpio is between AD 1100 and AD 1500, when the Dark Ages reached their peak. This is the Time of the Crusades and the Inquisition, when Pain, Bloodshed and Oppression swept over Asia, Europe, and the Middle East, after the uneasy alliances made during Libra. This is the sign of the Shadow. Successfully navigated, one can experience healthy, flowing spontaneous sexuality, an acceptance of Death and an integration of i ts reality into daily life, thus gaining a sense of the immortality of consciousness. The Scorpio Moon creates an anticipatory Minor Grand Trine with Mercury and Mars, which will trine each other on the 23rd. This energy of harmonious communication that moves us forward into abundance will be a major theme of Mars’s three-month retrograde commencing on January 23. This is a good time to pay attention to what we feel urged to say or do—commitments, bold but pleasant statements, and reconciliations are possible. Whatever happens today is developmental rather than final, playing out in the coming six months. Don’t be afraid of using this energy to further your plans. Punches would be thrown out of windows, showering spirits upon those living below the party line.
Wednesday January 18
The Day of Mercury, the Messenger of the Gods, in the World/Week of Earth. The stones attributed to Mercury are Opals and his metal is of course, Quicksilver. Today has no walls, it’s entirely comprised of interior. You can see patterns everywhere, if you choose to. The longer you look, the more intricate they become; look away, and they’re gone. Lacework nerve-cathedrals of confounding micro-circuitous elegance, fabulously vivid and animated beyond belief. Skyscrapers will be renamed clouds naggers as the.Scorpio Moon brings out discrepancies between surface and hidden realities through contacts with Sun and Neptune, going void of course at 10:32 am PT. It makes its way into Sagittarius at 11:29 am to sharpen our intuition but perhaps not our tactfulness as it connects with Uranus and Venus.
Thursday January 19
Sun squares Saturn today, bringing to the fore the lessons we will be working with during Saturn’s retrograde period, which starts February 7. This continues in the theme of learning through deep connections to others; with Saturn in Libra, our relationships must deepen or die. We see signs of which way some continuing relationships are headed as the square occurs. Even cloistered nuns must know what I'm talking about. The "signs" newly formed in atom smashers, are like albino dachshunds charging out from the catacombs into the brilliant embrace of the sky which stands for a moment on a guitar string, strung out on the background of something very continuous. ("String theory" need not be altogether esoteric.) which sets the morphic resonant key code sites on or off in the DNA ladder... which is not a single twist, but a helix on a helix on a helix (Sobbing and laughing from the fjord to the whorehouse),... like the industrialized anthems of some tuned in, tweaked out Tibetian horn blasting it’s call out the left nostril of our Lord. Even oystered buns must know what I'm spreadin on 'em.
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