Divine dimensions of the Astrological Mysteries shine through the veil when we remember to look up. The chart is a map of the sky, after all. Tropical (Western) Astrologers fix the Signs to the Seasons while Sidereal (most Eastern) Astrologers fix them to the Constellations (kind of). Which is right... Seasons (Earth) or Constellations (Sky)? Both, of course! And honoring each paves one of many paths to the marriage of Heaven and Earth. I voice my devotion to this Sacred Union by singing Constellational myths within the Archetypal vibrations of Seasonal Symphonies. Care to hear a tune?
Western Astrologers charted last Saturday's Blood Moon in the 15th Degree of Libra. This Total Lunar Eclipse highlighted the calling of the Nodes that have been asking us to relax the over-independent, armored-heart, wounded-warrior of shadow Aries (South Node) to welcome the light of Libra (North Node), which dances in the beauty of balance, harmony, partnership, and communication. Since February of 2014, we have been called to contemplate the great dance of Self and Other. Sound familiar? This particular ballroom is the happening spot until November.
The midpoint between the Moon and North Node during Saturday's Eclipse was 12 Degrees and 12 Minutes Libra. How's that for balance? The sky opened during the dark hours of Saturday morning to show the Blood Moon in the Constellation of the Virgin Priestess whose devotion to sacred work teaches us that true independence (or Undependence, as I'm fond of saying) is not the poison to balanced relationship, but rather its medicine. The Moon was rather close to the star Porrima, the Virgin's left shoulder, which is said to be a star of great prophecy. However, longitudinally, the Moon was even more closely aligned to Alchita, the Alpha (brightest) star of the Constellation Corvus... the Beak of the Crow.
As far as I'm concerned, this is a myth that needs reimagining. I believe our fine-feathered friend deserves another chance. Don't we all? And so I found myself committing to a magical act of mythic mystery during the last phase of Saturday's Blood Moon, for just as the Moon set in the West, Apollo rose in the East to find me waiting with a full grail of the divine water we call Pu'erh tea and with an apology for unfinished tasks of my personal past.. As you can see in the photo attached, a large crow perched on a driftwood post not ten feet away to wait and present the Crater with me. Seems that Crow knew exactly what I was up to, no? When Apollo and I had made amends and my wings had been retrieved, I poured the tea into the Puget Sound asking Poseidon to carry it to his brother Zeus' feast on Mt. Olympics (that's the closest we get to Olympus here in Seattle). End scene.
The wings were clipped so long ago, but today the Crow flies again! I'm pleased to note back pain I've been plaguing myself with for four years seems also to have flown to the wind.
Love and Planets,