Before I get back to being cynical about cynicism (haha), let me just take a moment to note the amazing etheric weather. Not ether as in Dimethyl Toxic Killer Chemical Something Something, but ether as in the heavens. For as we've been righteously prepped to awareness by the Golden Venus to Uranus Squaring Pluto in Capricorn or as she so aptly terms it the Zap Zone, I've also personally noticed an increase in heightened dream activity. So much so in fact that lately I've been napping fully clothed in gym gear under the deluded assumption of giving my eyes a 5 minute rest before hitting the track, only to wake up a few hours later, groggy yet exhausted as if apres work out.
Dear Goddess of Love,
You’ve had our differences you and I, and I have followed you through many a doorway and on to plenty a-winding path. Must it be like this?
I’m sun-touched feverish, and looking for relief. Will it come or won’t it?
Where is the pen and where is the writer? I thought this once again as I sat at the edge of my office desk looking around me, doing nothing much but breathing. Have a good look at this place, I thought. It was the day I got the first paycheck with my raise in it - because yes, one result of January's Ickdom was a promotion and an increase. Normally this would be heralded as a triumph, instead I'd received it quietly, some might even say rather matter-of-factly amidst the congratulations and pats on the back, as well as at least one very loud resentful sniff from an unsupportive party.
I'd glossed over the email announcement, writing two short words back to my bosses. "Thank you." was all I could say with real sincerity. I'd been doing the work after all and all this, which in other circumstances would've had me calling friends and family for a victory dinner, had left me both grateful yet still in thought. My mind couldn't leap to all the newfound future things I could anticipate indulging in, instead it felt much like receiving a long awaited marriage proposal just at the moment you realized it was for the best you weren't asked in the first place. I was thankful yet uneasy. And I'd gone home to call the Lovely Libran who quickly understood and confirmed my thoughts.
In all the months I've been writing this blog, there is but one month missing. November 2011. The month most associated with Scorpio, Pluto and Regeneration. It's also the month where we here in the Northern Hemisphere plunge deeper into the
dark of fall, when the sky turns a black soot, earlier than expected it always seems. When the physical quietude, the sudden silence that turns trees bare and landscapes white, remind us how the Earth folds into herself, removing all evidence of her usual promise. We're distracted by Thanksgiving, then by Xmas - I'm convinced these holidays were so timed to force us into a tradition of togetherness, which we need as the world around us winters.
Pluto. The Phoenix. Transformation. These are all words I deeply associate with, mainly as years of being Sewered and the ensuing recovery remanded me to the mines. I'd learned the hard way that when your astrologer says Pluto Transits are achingly slow, they are not kidding. I drafted the following paragraphs on November 1st as I listened arduously to an inkling that seemed too hidden in the loam for naught but a low hum:
"I suppose all these thoughts of Pluto, sex and healing are all apt themes on the first day of November. Adjacent to that is lucre, since Pluto also rules mining and riches. Something I'm a bit preoccupied with at the moment, though I'm more at the grizzling and flopping down helplessly stage rather than the actioning-a-plan stage. To reduce the problem into it's simplest form, it is thus: I am at a crossroads work wise.
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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