Virgo Full Moon: Containing Light

Hp7part1Most days since the Sun has entered Pisces there has been a fog lying on the river. It must be a fog of humidity because the river is warm and the days are hot. Immersing myself in that water has been sweet surrender for a tired body. It is a quiet realm, three black cygnets float nervously in the mist and my trusty heron sits sentinel on the log. Such peace and silence as my soul finds rest in this nebulous space that could carry me to Avalon. The walk home is full of birds leading me here and there, off my usual track. I am pioneering a wieldy trail of trees that I visit and pay my respects. This time before everyone is fully awake is for living between worlds. How gracious and resplendent is a life amongst the spheres!

It is the Virgo Full Moon which, at its best can be the container of this other space, pregnant until the time is right to birth the Christos light. I find myself lost in suggestions of meaning. It then emerges so crystal clear that I feel like the shell of a bell; just happy to be struck and to follow the sound as it resonates and ripples like the water when I enter it. I am reaching out to unseen worlds and holding them in the hope that they can be birthed and survive in a land of contrasts.

I have been watching all the Harry Potter movies lately. Pisces rules movies. They provide a space of magic and creativity in a dreamlike world where we can escape our daily toil. J.K. Rowling has four planets in Virgo in the 12th house including the Moon and Venus. Perfect for creating form from the fantasy of Pisces.

As a baby, Harry receives a lightning shaped scar on his forehead  inflicted by the evil Voldemort. This is reminiscent of the insight we received in Aquarius of a potential that we can nurse into being. In Pisces this promise remains gestating; unconscious in the mundane world of Virgo. The muggle world and the magic world has redemption in its midst but must rely on Harry’s dangerous journey through seven books to realise the promise of his birth. Meanwhile, he is caught between the ignorance of the muggles  and the malicious intent of the Dark Lord .

Each of us is left alone to develop the skill and consciousness that will realise our dream. We can rely on goodwill and assistance from our allies in the magical realms. They can help but are impotent in actually fulfilling the task that is our special mission.

At the Virgo Full Moon we become conscious of the undertaking before us and recognise some of the magical tools we have to assist us on our mission. Invisibility cloaks, marauder’s maps, allies and animal messengers are all useful but essentially it is up to us to develop the consciousness and wit to achieve our goals. Like Harry we are the seeker and that path remains ours alone.

But essentially we are getting ahead of ourself. We can glimpse the elation and the peace that comes from the promise of redemption whilst we contemplate the possibilities of Pisces. Often though, as we recognise the enormity of the task, we experience the contrast of our vision with the reality of the mundane world. We feel as if a dementor has consumed our joy and left us in a state of depression. This is the danger of becoming lost in the formless world of Pisces. We need to remember our Patronus, created by the positiveness within and conjure it into our days to survive the passage through Pisces with our sanity intact.

As we were approaching the Full Moon last night I participated in my annual ritual of watching the Academy Awards. This is the one time of the year that I watch TV, a look in at the muggle world. I have always loved this event as it reminds me of a childhood  sharing in my father’s joyous love of movies. Like the ‘Mirror of Erised’ in Harry Potter it transports me to a happy time. I generally am able to ignore what the reality of the awards may be, to share in the glamour of the film industry and their glorious fulfilment in having their creative projects appreciated.

Last night, however, I was able to recognise how much I have dwelt in my own magical world since last year. My original glee at the novelty of network TV and their commercials soon wore thin as I became impatient with how little appeared to have changed. The main event itself seemed to have retrograded into the 50’s. I have always had a political sensibility and yet I have become so conscious of this time being a transitioning point in the affairs of the planet that I experienced shock at the austerity of the programming fed to the masses. I felt the lacklustre fare that was offered was straight from the McCathy Era, a propaganda machine for rattling sabres of a hidden power base. I have seen this before but have also seen the courage of some within this circle to deliver a different message. I perceived this was sadly missing from yesterday’s awards.

I felt the despair of a dementor’s attack which was leading me to paranoia. That is the other energy of Pisces touched on in my last post. This is the dissolving. Tears of grief or sensitivity can come up at any time to wash away the remnants of the past. These sudden cutting moments of Virgo’s critical acuity are painful but are to be embraced. It is only by knowing what you don’t want with such clarity that we become committed to the heroic journey of change. Only then can the enchanted domain we yearn for be created. Sometimes it is good to hollow out that old shell so we can fill it with the resounding call of our Patronus. The beautiful light made manifest in the etheric will banish the dark and we receive another tool, a visionary torch that will light our way.


Image: El Patronus de Snape



Sun in Pisces: Dissolving

Fish-headYesterday the Sun moved into Pisces. I have been feeling the Pisces energy for some time as Neptune, Chiron, Mars and Mercury are already swimming through these intuitive waters. The Sun is ready to be carried down the river, floating into the timeless ocean.

In Aquarius there was a sense of being outside of the world, watching and seeing the new come together. This was a new Earth unrelated to the familiar structures that mark out the boundaries of what has been known and mastered.  The reality of the old had no hold on my attention. Remnants of the past slipped away as I  focussed on how things could be and how I trust they are, if I could just release my attachments to what has always been. Alone like the fool it is easy to occupy this transcendent realm. Happy and unconcerned whether others see what is hidden in the shimmery dominion of the faerie. I have felt cool and unattached as the universe does its rearranging, allowing it to be.

Still there were jagged vibrations and barely understood suggestions that caused an underlying anxiety. I have spoken of the unsureness of footing as I could not determine quite where the ground lay. My feet seemed so far away as I occupied celestial realms. I was Alice in her Wonderland trying to understand the new physics and my body became foreign and unreliable. Wounds festered, and what was solid seemed to dissolve. Daily there seemed to be body parts going through strange transitions. I felt as if I had committed toa distant world and my body hadn’t quite altered enough to walk in another dimension. All those planets in Pisces had pre-empted a chrysalis state and yet I was conscious as everything dissolved. Today as the Sun aligns, there is relief as I return to a feeling state. I am no longer a distant observer to my body but one with it. Calmly cocooned and feeling nurtured and cared for.

The eve of the Pisces ingress was unbearably hot. We sat outdoors, late into the night and watched the pregnant quarter moon set. Jupiter was dancing with her and as the night moved on, the Moon slowly consumed the golden planet, carrying it safely below the horizon. I was thrilled. I have never actually witnessed a conjunction in action.

Later asleep in my bed dissolving in a pool of perspiration, I was woken by a roaring noise. I felt the end had come and surely the poles were shifting, maybe a meteorite exploding overhead or at least the river had risen to wash us all away. I wished I had remained asleep, I didn’t want to be conscious during any such events.

Pisces likes to play with  illusions. Show us the anxieties that lay in the unconscious. Soon I realised the noise must have been rolling thunder as the heavens had opened and let loose a pounding fall of water. The lightning of Aquarius was greeting the deluge of Pisces as the gods changed their dominion over the planet. I am reminded of how the signs beyond Capricorn are strange fictional environments beyond the range of mere mortals. These belong to other creatures much closer to the heavens. I hopped out of bed and soaked my burning body in the rejuvenating waters that poured from the sky. Crazy with the excitement of lightning bolts, I paddled in the pond my garden had become.  I could feel the ground was grateful for replenishment after the searing heat.

As the Sun moves into Pisces, Saturn turns retrograde for the first time since it moved into Scorpio last October. It has been helping dismantle and transform the structures of life that we have always taken as solid. It has maintained our sanity right through the shift of the ages, maintaining the facade of the external environment in its familiar guise. Saturn turns retrograde, whilst we feel cocooned in our inner world and we have the opportunity to explore what is beyond its facade. We are in the year of the Snake and when the snake is ready to shed its old skin there is a period when he sees poorly, as scale caps cover his eyes. We are incubating in Pisces womb, with Saturn withdrawing its hold on the external and in a few days Mercury will turn retrograde and turn our mind inwards. All those bright possibilities we have witnessed from the mountaintop will now work themselves out in our dreams. We have committed to a new world and must slough off the old. As we shed the familiar, we remain like the Snake with tender skin. This is the time for allowing the waters to carry us gently, of gestating, and resting deeply in preparation for a new life.  When we reach the equinox, we will find ourselves birthed into a new world. Till then we need to sit with the life growing within us, allowing ourselves to be still, whilst we let angels renew and refresh us.


Image: Fish Head Illusion by Nick Kelly

New Moon in Aquarius: The Fool on the Hill

Fool On The Hill - Beatles Songbook Vol.1Now the seed is planted in the sign of Aquarius for the Moon’s next spin around the planet. The Capricorn King of the last post had sat, well grounded on the top of his mountain, with a 360 view of the Aquarius perspective. He could see it all: his story, the past he had tread, all the possible destinations he could embrace… these formed a tapestry at his feet. In a moment of well earned repose, everything was available, everything was known.

As this cycle moved into its dark moon phase the forests across our river burst in to flame. The river is two kilometres wide. We could still sit safely as we watched the past being swept away. It was dramatic, our usual silence broken by sirens and water carrying helicopters which poured liquid on the blazing earth. A new view for the king, not so clear anymore. All eyes on the sky as smoke obscured our sight.

The new age has now arrived. The King has morphed into the fool on the hill. In this new kingdom I am no longer sure of my body. Aquarius sees very far, its intuitive perception entering new realms where the body is unable to follow. I have consistently injured myself. I stubbed my toe. I fell. I got bitten and burnt. It seems I have lived in some other dimension and my sweet body is the loyal dog that keeps calling me back. All my injuries are on my left, tethering me in place lest I slip away completely.

In the wider world as if to confirm my King’s new foolish status, crippled King Richard III’s skeleton is verified as genuine through DNA testing. It had been retrieved from his final resting place underneath a car park in the English Midlands! A reminder that corrupt and evil elites do have an end.

My morning walks in nature are magical and mediative affairs; they are full of flights of fancy. I play with my compass, checking directions. I am regularly shocked to find that North, which usually points to ‘Sleeping Beauty’, now has moved to the Southwest and points to the Hartz Mountains. How could this be? I am convinced that when I commune with the outdoors at this time I have actually stepped into another world that sits across ours like a Vesica Piscis. When my mind intervenes I can swirl my compass around  in an infinity sign, again and again until it finally returns to the established coordinates of my 3D reality. I feel the choice is available to live in either realm. I can remain asleep like the princess or go with my heart. No wonder foolish me keeps losing her footing.

My Capricorn King thought he was safe watching the fires from his amphitheatre on my verandah. Next morning with fires still smouldering I did my usual walk. I found the dry summer grass around the house scattered with burnt black leaves. The long slender blades of the gums, and the fine filigree of bracken and fern; perfectly formed and so fragile that when picked up they fall apart. Treasures from the heart of the inferno flung out via the thermals to land in my space, messengers from distant dramas.

As I follow this marvellous trail of black, a vivid orange Monarch butterfly takes flight around me. When she lands and closes her wings she disappears, morphing into a grey leaf. I walk towards her and again she takes flight. This butterfly is often called the Wanderer because of her remarkable migratory patterns. They are known to take journeys of thousands of miles, laying eggs en-route ensuring several generations become involved in their odyssey.

And so we find ourself now in the next cycle with the Aquarius New Moon that took place last Saturday or Sunday. The King got a clear view of the possible journeys and a variety of timelines. He was old. A new generation will be there to fulfil the potential of the future. He tied a swag on to his staff for the Fool to carry. It is full of objects from the past that one day will be useful. He led me to the edge and whispered, ‘Go forth!’ I see the promise from my perch at the ravine. Is it possible to fly like the blackened leaves, the butterfly and the birds? To just ride the thermals to the other side. I feel unsure. We are still in Aquarius. Can’t I just stay and sort these ideas out awhile? Maybe if I polish them they will shine and like Aladdin’s lamp a genii will do the work for me. A magic carpet will appear to take me where I know I am going.

This New Moon marks the opening of the Chinese Year of the Snake. The snake speaks of new knowledge and hidden power. Already the visions seen from the mount are beginning to appear in my life. What was latent is starting to coalesce. Can’t I sit and conjure longer? No, life goes on, the King’s mature breadth of vision belongs to the past. I feel so ignorant, stumbling as I descend. My magic carpet is the snake and I slip and slide down the mountainside. The world is rearranging around me. I need time to get comfortable with the old world dissolving. Still this child that I am, knows of the promise. Soon snake and I will be ready to shed our skin and allow the fresh, new world to emerge for all to see.


Image: The Fool on the Hill, Cover of Beatle’s Songbook Volume 1