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

6 responses

  1. :: the world is re-arranging around me ::
    Indeed. Love when you write of your walks,
    I feel I am there with you watching nature’s wonders unfold.
    Last night the grumpy neighbor spied me traipsing around in my jammies looking for the moon. Toro moon wanderings after dark heh.
    Sorry to hear of your fire, falls and bites… Now for some Pisces R & R. x

    • I have replied to you once before here but it seems it didn’t take. Our internet plan doesn’t last the month and so everything gets slow and a tad unreliable.

      Ha ha… love the image of the anxious neighbour. I have a young Toro moon friend who is a natural in jammies with teddy in tow. She is a big admirer of Mr Bean and tends to channel him regularly. Your night time scenario reminds me of her.

      I love it that you are with me on my walks, ‘watching nature’s wonders unfold.’ In the rain and mist on Pisces morning, I threw caution to the wind and waded into the river with only my raincoat hiding my nakedness. 😉 Thats when I felt at home in my body again. So soothing. xx

    • Thank you, for thinking of me, Gneis. I have been a bit flat on the belly like a tender snake, so your love vibes have been received well and tearfully. You are very intuitive. ❤ Things are starting to ease up a little today. Cancer trine Pisces. Nurturing me, just right to release some of the anxiety. 🙂

      I hope you are floating along happily. Love right back at ya! xxx

      • So good to hear from you, I’ve been worried you were struggling with something or other. Agreed, the water trine helped me too.
        Happily floating ? yes & no.
        Ura/Plu square is ringing all my bells & whistles at the mo – oy ! – remaining bouyant is a challenge innit ?! but what else can ya do ? 😀
        Sending hugs across the airwaves oxoxo glad you are ok hon

  2. Burning up the old energy causing the tired used skin worn as covering this last year, now begins to slowly slide loose from its tight connections of others ideas of who I am. So I slowly slide forward waiting to be loose and free to fully enjoy the more I am becoming. As I try to decipher the occasional allowance of my computer to “like” any post in the last few months. I quietly sit and watch the sign they are loading… Then realize it is not meant to be…just yet!
    Wondrous summation of my January entrance and forward motion.

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