Full Moon in Capricorn/Cancer conjunct Pluto in Aquarius: DOES IT FEEL TO YOU AS IF WE ARE ON THE CUSP OF A “BRAVE NEW WORLD”?

July 21, 2024

 

Let’s take that familiar phrase in both senses: one, made famous by Aldous Huxley’s dystopian novel, depicting the technocratic nightmare that is fast descending upon us, and the other: the actual meaning of the phrase, where each word is taken separately. Brave. New. World.

Brave: depicts courage or courageous endurance. (Think heart, coeur: courage. Let us think and move with our hearts in charge. Each of us a Leo, moving cooperatively into group-oriented Aquarius. Leo and Aquarius are opposites. Let us hold the tension of the opposites.)

New: never before experienced. Thus both exciting and scary.

World: Earth and all her creatures, including humans — stretching into the infinite cosmos. Nothing and no one left out.

Today’s Full Moon, at 29°08 Capricorn/Cancer, conjunct and opposed almost exactly to Pluto, at 0°53 of the following sign of Aquarius, the three planets all of which rose or set with the Sun at the location of Washington DC: does not this depict the coming of the Brave New World, by shedding all vestiges of the old? Of the worn-out Capricorn structures — hierarchical, organizational, structural, that are simply no longer working as before? That ever since March 24, 2023, when Pluto flipped out of Capricorn into Aquarius for the first time in 248 years, and has been moving back and forth — up to 2° Aquarius, back to 28° Capricorn — ever since; Pluto, now moving backwards through early Aquarius once again and due to re-enter 29° Capricorn for the final time on Sept 2, 2024, for its final, extremely short sojourn in that conservative, traditional, hierarchical sign, turning to go direct on October 11, and then to re-enter Aquarius for the final time in this two-year interregnum on November 21, 2024.

After the 2024 presidential election, IF it is held.

This is the second Full Moon in Capricorn/Cancer in 2024. The first was June 21 at 1°07. Just think of what has gone down during this past month! The “news,” day after day, left us reeling, unable to process, in shock.

Nevertheless, here we are again. A second opportunity to balance the vulnerability of Cancerian home, family, feelings and the imposition of Capricorn order, rules, regulations. Some order necessary, but how much? When does order slip into total control? Likewise, feelings. Simply there, though often buried, and yet threaten to overwhelm at any moment.

This Full Moon brings to full illumination all that we have had to endure during this past month, and especially since the Cancer New Moon, on July 5, and features Pluto’s coming sojourn through humanitarian (and yet technocratic) Aquarius, focusing on how to achieve total individuation of equal members inside a decentralized, horizontally  networked society — until March of 2043, when Pluto begins its gradual process of moving from Aquarius into Pisces. That’s 20 years for Pluto Aquarius, folks! It’s not going to come easy. We are so familiar with obeying/resenting/disobeying top-down Capricorn orders. We don’t really know how to actually cooperate with others, much less treat them as equals. ALL GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME.

Some good news with this Full Moon: Mars, Neptune and Uranus are all harmoniously arranged with the Full Moon opposition conjunct Pluto on the Ascendant/Descendant axis at Washington, D.C.

Mars, having newly entered Gemini, spews continuous info (and disinfo) flow, helping to accustom us to the enormous Plutonian transformation afoot. Mars is buttressed by an exact square between Mercury in Leo to Uranus in Taurus:  the info coming to us will be both strong, proud, and courageous, as it eviscerates, thanks to Uranus, what we have taken for granted in terms of value systems, and that includes fiat money.

Uranus and Neptune, both outer planets, both residing deep in the unconscious of humanity, both featured as background harmonization of the zeitgeist — Uranian sudden changes in values, bodily, earth-based integrity; Neptune melting down walls, holding us all in flowing, loving vibration — yes, both planets help us undergo, with compassion, what is bound to be huge, earth-shifting, and downward pulling of all that has been erected as if it’s “elite,” untouchable.

 

I will end this by presenting, without comment, three Sabian symbols: for 30° Cancer, 30° Capricorn, and 1° Aquarius.

30° Cancer, the position of the Sun: A DAUGHTER OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION.

KEYNOTE: The prestige and conservatism of a long-maintained heritage.

30° Capricorn, the position of the Moon: A SECRET MEETING OF MEN RESPONSIBLE FOR EXECUTIVE DECISIONS IN WORLD AFFAIRS.

KEYNOTE: The power to assume responsibility for crucial choices arrived at after mature discussions with those who share this power.

1° Aquarius, the position of Pluto: AN OLD ADOBE MISSION IN CALIFORNIA

KEYNOTE: The power inherent in all great human works to endure far beyond the workers’ life spans.

New Puppy!

July 20, 2024

 

Note: see posts on my recently deceased “puppy Shadow.”

 

 

Of course I’ve been surfing the internet looking at small dogs for rescue in Indiana. So interesting to realize that most dogs at rescue centers seem to be pit bull mixes. Way too big for me. On the other hand, Shadow might have been too small, since I had to lift him into the car, onto my bed, or a couch, etc. Short legs, heavy body, comfort seeking, security and food oriented, sensual, my little Taurus Shadow!

I wondered, what kind of dog would I get next. Because after 15 years now, the first two years with Emma (full name: Emma Joy Princess, Guardian of the Present Moment), the next 13 with Shadow (Curious George, the Silver Shadow: Super Dog!), I know that my life is better, fuller, more complete, when I share it with a companion dog. Even so, throughout these weeks without dear Shadow, missing him and treasuring his memory, I’ve been, yes, surfing the internet.

“Oh wait, Ann. Not yet! Not yet! . . .”

Well, wouldn’t you know: two days ago, I came upon a dog named “Scrappy.” Horrible name, I thought, instantly. But the photo of him riveted me. Geez! Looks just like Shadow! Is he the shadow of my Shadow? (Thanks, Babette for noticing that mirroring!) Would I want a dog that looks like Shadow, even though he undoubtedly won’t act like Shadow; that the difference between them would be very discernable. Geez! But WHAT if the new dog is a clone, or a double, or Shadow reborn? (You can see I’ve been spending way too much time going down various internet rabbit holes . . .) I couldn’t stand that. It would repel me.

As I texted to Sam, his owner, “I’m going to either fall in love or freak out when I meet him.”

Sam was great about it. “No worries. I just want everybody to be happy.”

Okay. Let’s meet this dog. Take Marita with me. Who knows! He might be perfect!

So the next day, yesterday, at 5 PM, Marita and I drove to Bryan Park to meet Sam, his young daughter, and Scrappy.

And you know what? Except for his grey coloration, he doesn’t look or act a bit like Shadow!

If Shadow was a Taurus, then Scrappy feels like a combination Pisces/Aries to me. Very sensitive, subtle, but full of adventure, obviously needing much more exercise than Sam, who is gone all day and has been wanting to give little Scrappy a better life for quite a while now, but very careful as to who he places him with.

Also, I’ve discovered since bringing him home, he’s not nearly as food- or treat-oriented as Shadow.

So yes, apparently, at first glance, I was primed internally to love Scrappy, despite his terrible name. Asked Sam, if I could have him “provisionally.” Just in case. “Sure. No problem. I’m in no hurry to get rid of him, just know that he would be happier with a fenced yard he could run in and a lot more walking.”

Scrappy, built like a little fox, longer legs and smaller body than Shadow, hopped in the car, obviously thrilled at the new adventure. When we got home we looked for the crate that Shadow had used in the beginning, since Scrappy is crate-trained. Couldn’t find. Found another one, but not big enough. Texted Sam: “Might you bring over his crate, this evening?” Well, within five minutes, there he was, with his daughter, who had cried in the park, but was now carrying a bone for Scrappy, smiling. Crate installed, we headed outside, so Scrappy could show them that he had landed in paradise. He pranced us through the back yard, the front yard, the side yards, the gardens, on and on. All of it fenced. Kona, Colin’s dog, came out to greet Scrappy, take his measure, show him hidden treasures . . .

Sam’s daughter knows she’s welcome any time.

Last night, I bet Scrappy jumped up and down off my very high bed 40 times before finally settling down . . .

Part of the problem was Tiger kitty, who kept wanting in and out of the room, and still very leery of this new dog that wants, in the worst way, to get to know Tiger!

This morning, when I was about to take him on the first long walk of his five-year-old life, he knew it. I swear, he knew it. Had psychically picked up on what we were going to do that he had never done before. Got wildly excited as I was putting on my shoes. Whew!

I walked 4 miles, he pranced and and ran 40 miles, always ahead of me, scattering back and forth on the long retractable leash. On the way home, about a half mile away, he knew which way to go at every corner in order to get back here. How did he know that, when he had never before done it?

On the walk I discovered Scrappy’s full name: FOXY SCRAPPY PRANCER IN PARADISE.

P.S. I’ve got to ask Marita to hold him while I get some of that hair cut back from his eyes. Since he’s obviously scrappy anyhow, I wonder if we could just “groom” him here, rather than paying $80 every two months.

And yes, in this photo, Scrappy does remind me very much of dear sweet puppy Shadow!

Thanks, Shadow, for passing on the torch.