Note: See the many recent posts. They all tie together in subtle and not so subtle ways.

Yesterday’s post was an attempt to invoke the actual felt sense of the mucky yucky gathering maelstrom humanity is seemingly drowning within. This maelstrom in me, too. Yes indeedy. I too, on the inside, have been suffering; and must re-member, moment by moment, to actually, consciously NOTICE this foul mood so that I don’t energetically spray it all over others.

And so I want to say here, today, that at this point in our common phenomenological voyage through the misty dystopian/utopian waters of “Avalon,” that the urge to vomit all over people is actually rare, within me. I DO manage to “hold it in,” though still experiencing it, nonetheless. It’s not that getting older and wiser prevents all the earlier sturm and drang of Life on Earth in a body, but that Older and — if conscious — Wiser opens space within to experience everything without being overwhelmed by it; or if overwhelmed, then just barely, and just for a second or two, or an hour, or even an afternoon. And I am extremely aware of the difference between this very temporary black mood and the lightness, the Love the fills and fuels the universe, endlessly coursing through my own all-too-human heart, radiating to one and all as I walk down the street and greet, though the eyes, the tender, suffering soul of every passing stranger. This soul-to-soul greeting almost never fails to lift BOTH our hearts — the energy between us sparking inexorably flowing aliveness.

The ignition between two strangers who pass each other on the street is the real deal, FREE ENERGY. It’s filling space and time, coursing through our radiant hearts, IF we but just move down into our souls, and rise up into our spirits, and remain there, in both places at once: the first uniting us with the in-and-out breath of the entire material realm, the second uniting us with the mysterious cosmic infinity.

Even this integration can be seen from within an even larger infinite space. Because ultimately, of course, as with any polarity, the Two are One.

Higher mathematics: 1 plus 1 is 1.

 

Last night, I became particularly cognizant of the utterly amazing fact that all the longer cycled planets are active in my chart during this time. And I mean all of them:

Natal Jupiter at 23° Cancer (12 year cycle), returning for the 7th time.

Natal Saturn (30 year cycle) at 7° Gemini, and widely conjunct natal Uranus at 1° Gemini, which itself is undergoing a prolonged first and last (because 84 year cycle) Uranus return.

(And what I notice about these two planets especially, right now, is their natal house position, 6th house of daily habits, among other things. And my daily habits (Saturn) are being decidedly and voluntarily disturbed (Uranus), due to the new dental regimen. “No sipping between meals?” WHAT?)

Natal Neptune (165 year cycle) at 2° Libra and at the Midheaven, now opposing itself by transit while also conjuncting the root of my chart, while accompanied by transit Saturn conjunct!

And one more: mighty Pluto (248 year cycle), at 6° Leo, moving into position in the 2nd house of self-valuation where (like Neptune) it also opposes itself for the very first time. Coming wealth. For seven years now, I’ve owned some physical silver. Which means that at some point within the next few years, I’m going to have to decide how to leverage it into the material world for the most energetic benefit to the whole.

Question: how could the half cycles of Neptune and Pluto occur during the same year(s) when their cycles are so different? Answer: it’s because the cycle of Pluto is highly eccentric and elliptic, so that it moves faster through some signs than others.

Ye gods! I just put in google search bar this question:

How often does the half-cycle of Pluto occur during the same year(s) as the half-cycle of Neptune when Pluto’s cycle is 248 earth years and Neptune’s cycle is 165 earth years?

 

And the AI spit back at me this . . . ( There’s more if you care to look.)

 

So yeah, we are inside a truly historical time on planet Earth, and for some strange, still perplexing purpose, my soul chose to re-incarnate at the point in history (late 1942,  a war baby) when, during this epochal chaotic change-over we are already beginning to undergo, I would be 83 years old.

Too old to make a difference? By what measure?

Is that why getting my mouth working at least better, since all the cells in my mouth are interwoven with all the cells in my entire body, I only now consciously recognize (me, who prides herself as a permaculturist, with a holistic understanding of the all in all, the One in the Many), and so almost obsessively choose to do everything I can to encourage this body to continue, not just intact, but full of energy, for as long as possible?