Saturday, December 5, 2009

My Transit Blessings...

Back on July 18 (our anniversary - 28 years) my second Saturn return was days from being exact for the third time. Jupiter, Chiron and Neptune stationed on my DSC in Rx and we didn't have enough money to celebrate. I can't remember why; I'm sure it had to do with kids, automobiles or some other unexpected expense. Saturn was in my second house.

We didn't need to go anywhere because we live in paradise already and we'd agreed years before that no gifts were necessary. So we celebrated by walking on the beach in the moonlight. I was recovering from a year of several major surgeries and my physicality was still weak, so we didn't walk too far. It was a beautiful anniversary.

Those three planets I mentioned before kept hanging around my DSC, with Mars conjunct my Pluto in the 12th, opposing them. By September I was pretty depressed. I wasn't healing like I had in the past and I was concerned with mortality. Not concerned in the "fearful" sense because to me, death is the greatest adventure. I've seen enough in my lifetime to know that most go peacefully. I was more concerned with my wife and my children and how they were going to do without me.

I guess I didn't realize that Jupiter and Chiron in my sixth conjuncting my Sun, Venus and Jupiter had pulled me through the mess the year before. They almost lost me a few times and I must have had one hell of a will to live. Neptune there just made it confusing.

By October, I was really down in the dumps, worried even about my purpose in life. I had already lived 6 lifetimes in one and done a lot of things I could be proud of, but I knew I hadn't done "It" yet. What "it" was, I had no idea but "it" was there. Finally, I asked my God and my Angels for someone to guide me, a teacher, or a facilitator. I thanked them and moved on.

In the middle of October, my good friend, Steve Monkiewicz - his Dr. Steve site is on this blog - emailed me with a copy of an essay written by an astrologer about the Saturn Return. He and I were both in the middle of ours. I read it and was greatly impressed so I went to the author's site, where I read more of her essays.

I noticed that she had just published a book called, "North Node Astrology" and based on the content of her other essays, I ordered it. Little did I know that it would change my life.

I read the book and suddenly understood what my North Node in Aries actually meant. I was amazed. I had thought of the North Node as some place we were called to go and the South, where we had been already. This book delineated it far beyond that. I contacted the author, Elizabeth Spring, and eventually we became friends. The gist of the matter was that I needed to start writing again, and get back to my astrology which had lain fallow for nearly a decade.

At the same time, Steve was pushing me to write and we started discussing astrology. Again. So, I started writing and reading and looking at charts. Almost suddenly, in November, we got high speed internet, We had had dial-up for 6 years because of our remote location. Now we had satellite. Jesus! (excuse me!:) There was a whole new world out there!

Since then I have met a great number of people with whom I now correspond. Two of the main ones, astrologers, are Diane Lang and Lynne Ewart. They both have urged me on, encouraged me, along with Elizabeth, almost like my own peanut gallery. And I am so grateful for these three, Elizabeth, Diane and Lynne, that it's hard to put into words. And, as you can tell, I have a lot of them.

Those three planets, Jupiter, Chiron and Neptune cross my DSC for the last time beginning on Christmas Day (Jupiter), just before my birthday Neptune, and finally Chiron just afterwards. I will be sad to see them go, but life goes on, I know. My friends on the 'net have saved my sanity - and maybe my life - and I can only go up from here. Thank you planets and people. Ah, but you are one in the same...

Friday, December 4, 2009

Mars, Mars, Mars...

Today we arose feeling homey. The Moon is in Cancer and the tough aspects were gone by the time we woke up. Well, the general ones, anyway. Today, Mars in Leo in the 12th is exactly inconjunct my Mercury in Cap in the 5th.

The first indication was a text from my youngest daughter who runs a pre-school program for a local school system. It came just as I made it to my chair in the living room and said, "I need a cigarette (she's not smoked in two days) and these kids are pushing me over the edge!" Oh, lovely. I can't even see yet, feel like a frozen log and haven't even tasted my first sip of coffee and I've got a wild child on my hands!

I sat there trying to figure out not only what I was going to say but how I was going to text it when I can't see and my fingers don't work. The dog is wanting out and the cats are mewling around my feet. What the hell am I going to do?

Well, I'm a dad and I have to be a dad, regardless. Right? So I texted. Slowly. "Hey, baby, you get off in 20 minutes." The instant reply, "Get off what in 20 min?" Back to her, "Work, honey, work." Here it comes: "I need a damn cigarette!!" She had two teeth pulled on Wednesday and hasn't been able to draw very well, and thought it would be a good time to quit.

"Okay, if it's that bad, have one. I can't really tell you what to do because I'm smoking right now." Jessi: " :-(" "Ok, don't smoke then." "But Dad! I really need one!" This is the way it goes. "Ok, smoke then. And I'm sorry about the little rugrats."

She must have left work because I haven't heard from her since that last volley. So I sent her a funny e-card, with music, and commiserated with her in the remarks section. Still haven't heard from her.

A little after noon, my oldest called the house and talked to her mom. She said, "I've got some awesome news but I can't talk so I'll text it!" Mom told me and we waited on pins and needles for the phone to beep. Finally, after 5 minutes it did.

"Some asshole screwed up his paperwork and now my hours are cut to 24. My boss says she'll try to fix it but it might take a while. Happy damn Birthday!" Ah, shit. She works for the State of Michigan, a huge bureacracy and we all know how that is. So, I texted back, "Aw, shit, honey! We're so sorry!"

Denise and I looked at each other and said, simultaneously, "Merry Christmas" and sent her an e-card. It's her birthday tomorrow. So with the Mars inconjunct, no one could see around the corner and we had to handle it all blindly. I'm not even looking at their charts today. The universe will take care of it...

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Winter Wonderland

I woke up this morning to a Michigan winter wonderland. I looked out the window and saw a beautiful blanket of white, small flakes floating down. Lake effect snow. Finally. It's been raining here since the beginning of fall, October 21. So much drudgery. Gray clouds, denuded trees, the fall colors all but wiped out by the constant drizzle and the metal sky. When the sun did come out it was almost an afterthought.

But now, with everything white, the absence of sun makes no difference at all. I look out the window of my den while writing this and see a forest candyland. Sugar covering the branches of the half white trees, the result of gentle winds whispering from the north. The snowflakes small, almost invisible as individuals yet joining to make veils of gossamer drifting to the ground. Lake effect snow is always like that; grains of white, like winter sand slowly covering everything in sight.

I love the white, especially up here. It is so pure and virginal and stays that way all winter. No black and brown covered mounds along the highway, no city slush or dirty grime only snow, white and glistening, just as nature intended. Winter is my favorite season.

And sitting in my recliner, gazing out the glass walls of our living room at the black squirrels leaping and running, standouts against a pure white curtain, I think about peace. A warming fire in the wood stove with the quiet so absolute you can hear your own heartbeat. What pain could there be in the world? What possible distress? Surely the rest of humanity is feeling what I feel. Love. Love has to be white, sweet and comforting, like snow in the wildwoods of the north.

To me, there is no better place to be. Safe and secure in our woodsy wonderland, close to the gentle ripples of the Sweetwater Sea, and far from the worries to the south where discord abounds and the winds of change are blowing.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


At the very heart of every human civilization lies the drive toward evolution; the inexorable need for growth and progress. At the heart of our human evolution lies the pursuit of wisdom, the illusory key to survival and triumph over entropy. All things save human consciousness are subject to the laws of the physical universe. The warp and woof of ultimate destruction spare nothing, grinding planets to dust, stars to darkness and galaxies into oblivion. The human spirit alone survives. Toward enlightenment’s grasp and the warmth of understanding we move. But it is always the choice of the individual carried along through opportunity after opportunity. This way or that? That thought or this? Sometimes the process is slow, sometimes it is not. Within each of us lie the options; stasis or not, we remain the captains of our destiny.

It has been said that there are souls waiting at the gate, holding lifetime contracts for the momentous game being played out in our arena, twenty-first century Earth. Seven billion have now come through the tunnels to participate in the greatest events of human history. The game is called evolution and evolution has its own rules; revolution precedes each new beginning with wisdom and spiritual growth as the goal. Those who gain the most ground win. To the victors? Survival. Transcendence. The well lit road leading home. Peace, love, connection and the opportunity to move on to the next venue. The next season. We’ve now made it to the world series. Pluto, agent of evolution, impatient and demanding confrontation has called for speed through ultimate challenge. Decisions before nightfall, though it remains our individual choice to accept. Or not. Do we contribute or do we lie fallow, grist for the mill in this game we call life?

Not since the Revolutionary War and the birth of a nation has the American Soul had the opportunity to gain so much experience, so much understanding, to make so many choices and so many changes. In so short a time. To create something so new, so unique that its developing character defies description. In 1753, with Pluto in Sagittarius, few could imagine what the new world would become. Now, across the threshold of a new millenium we stand at the precipice of a similar vision, yet one so much farther reaching in scope that the playing field now encompasses a globally connected civilization. To prepare for the emergence of this new world we have the opportunity to incorporate an incredible depth of self-understanding as Pluto transits nearly six signs over the lifetimes of the boom generation.

Since mid-century, we have been spurred to faster and deeper self-analysis. Since then Pluto, the archetype of evolution, the symbol of evolutionary growth through concentrated effort has transited over four signs to trine its natal position. That is already twice the number experienced by most people over the normal course of sixty years of life. Long before it is done, many of us will have seen a quincunx to its natal position in our charts and we won’t yet have reached retirement age. Some of us might even live to experience an opposition. For perspective, I quote Robert Hand’s, Planets in Transit for Pluto trine Pluto:

“In this century, this transit has happened only to people when they are in their eighties and nineties. I have had no opportunity to observe its effects, but I expect the result to be similar to a sextile.”

Well, we will know, won’t we? If we pay attention, if we recognize the opportunity. If we accept Pluto’s mandate to ‘let go and let God’ and confront our fears with understanding.

Fanaticism, religious tyranny, intolerance, greed and the thirst for power are all elements of the crusty detritus that keeps us from seeing the light. But, we have been given the time and the motivation and the ability to understand ourselves well enough to counter that darkness. More time, more opportunities and yes, more pain. There is no growth without pain. Even trapped by the prisons of our compulsions, our fears and the complex psychological patterns locked deep within, we fight to survive, intact. We cannot surrender now. Not when we stand at the foot of the (R)evolution. To not seize this momentous opportunity, to fail to grasp its incredible significance would be fatal to the life, the spirit and the brilliance of mankind.

We have seen the Renaissance, the birth of the United States, a nation committed to the ideals of men created equal, and now, the coming of age of a global civilization perched precariously on the edge of utter darkness or brilliant light. Is it a coincidence that the advent of global technology, the neural net, the Internet was born as Pluto reached its perihelion in Scorpio? Was it a coincidence that America, the land of freedom and the pursuit of happiness was also born there? Or the Renaissance, a rebirth of original thought? Logic doubts it and conventional wisdom, well, conventional wisdom fades in the glory of these nascent truths. Man is greater than the chains of his ignorance.

Unfortunately, man’s wisdom rarely has kept pace with his technology, yet the opportunity to throw off these shackles of ignorance stands boldly before us. Not in two hundred and fifty years have we achieved the awareness necessary for such informed and wise choices. What will we do with them? Time, compressed by perception, can be our ally. Pluto’s quick but lengthy transit through our lifetime offers a unique opportunity for greater vistas of experience, learning, understanding. More fuel for the evolutionary fires, driving us to greater introspection, greater understanding and greater enlightenment.

Revolution begets evolution. Let us be sure that we use our lessons for the greater good. To break the material bonds that enslave us. To make the final truth our Truth. We can win the World Series, it can be our destiny but the game has reached its final moments. Pluto in Capricorn awaits, a stern and unforgiving taskmaster.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Astrology and the Truck..

Well, we're approaching Christmas again and this means - for us - truck problems. Last year at Christmas it was the front left wheel bearing. Cost us $395. On a fixed income this meant fewer Christmas presents for our daughters. I don't mind it so much and the girls don't mind it so much but my wife, Denise, looks at it with somewhat unamused eyes.

I feel that Christmas should be experienced as a spiritual holiday and have been lobbying for this for many years. There's altogether too much commercialism and it bugs me to no end. But, discretion being the better part of valor, I don't fight it too much. It seems, though, that for the last few years the universe has been helping me out. Something mechanical always goes wrong at Christmas or I end up in the hospital for one damn thing or another. I've always been out in time for the holiday but it can put a damper on things.

Today, as the Moon directly opposed my Mercury (to the minute) by progession, I heard that grinding sound again. The progressed Moon also squares my Neptune, Mars is still conjunct my Pluto by transit and transiting Saturn is in my 2nd house. Let's see, Moon in the 11th (hopes and wishes/security) opposing Mercury (local travel); squaring Neptune in the 3rd, confusion and illusion with that local travel and Saturn in the 2nd, uh, tough financial times. I could keep going but what's the point? The point is we're going to be down $500 this year with the towing.

We have learned to laugh at these synchronicities and the universe has yet again come to my aid. Christmas should be a spiritual observance and for another year, it will be. What more can a guy ask for?