Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
And . . . I just noticed this remarkable planetary combination!
Actually, I had a sneaking suspicion that Mercury turned to go direct today, from its usual, thrice-yearly, three week retrograde period, and yes, it did! But wow: an even bigger turn was that made by Saturn, since its cycle is longer, and thus its retrograde periods (which do not last quite as long as its direct motion periods), more rare. Then there’s the fact that they are both turning on the same day, not sure how rare that is.
Turning points for any planet throw special emphasis on the symbolism of that planet on that day. So here we have one, Mercury, moving from backwards to forwards, and thus, helping us move forward in our understanding of what is going on, whether it be personal, interpersonal, group, political, etc. We’ve been “processing” information received already for the past three weeks, and now it’s time to move on. Hopefully, we’ve integrated whatever we’ve come to understand.
Saturn, stern planet of goals, structures, discipline, cause and effects, etc. is turning to head in the opposite direction. Whatever goals, objectives, plans etc that we set in motion during its direct period, from mid-October 2021 until now, will remain, but not develop further for nearly five months, until October 23, 2022.
Now for the real kicker: these planets, Mercury at 26°05 Taurus, and Saturn at 25°15 Aquarius, are doing so while being almost exactly square one another, i.e., in a frictional relationship. How rare is that? Again, mighty rare.
Mercury in Taurus, turning to go direct, is ready to ground ideas, which have been processed for the past three weeks, into real world manifestation.
Saturn in Aquarius, turning to go retrograde, is calling a halt to further development of goals, until the existing situation can be mentally integrated. And that’s going to take until near the end of October.
The first, Mercury, normally an airy, mental planet, in Taurus, is communicating in an earthy, realistic manner.
The second Saturn, normally more comfortable in real-world situations, in Aquarius needs to mentally envisage new structures in the real world, but can’t until it’s processed what it’s already planned.
I need to look at this situation here, in Green Acres Permaculture Village, with how it applies to the large project of building a platform upon which a 12-foot diameter yurt is then constructed. (See this morning’s post.)
(And see these two posts, which detail prior yurt prep: this and this.)
Hopefully, we can continue to follow through with what we’ve envisaged so far, but make no big plans further until after October 23. Plus, we will need to be very clear in our Mercury communication with each other as to what happens when, since we’re not just dealing with airy ideas, but with earthy, Taurus decisions on the actual size of the platform, and how best to orchestrate the communication and construction of both platform and yurt.
Here’s the yurt right now, on the front porch . . .
And for a final statement of extreme rareness, wouldn’t you know, my own Moon at 23° Taurus sits within two degrees of today’s stationary Mercury, and like Mercury, it squares stationary Saturn, within three degrees of exactness!
Synchronicities, delivered by planetary co-incidences, present exquisite divine timing for us mortals here on planet Earth. If we take such synchronicities to heart, they make us feel utterly safe inside the great mystery.
Given how today’s transits stimulate my natal Moon, there is no way that I, personally, could have ignored what’s going on today in the skies!
Indeed, this entire yurt project feels intensely personal! It reminds me of my own inner child’s emotional need for grounding, and it brings back fond memories of two decades dwelling in a 20-foot diameter yurt in the Wyoming Tetons, prior to moving to Indiana.
Note: See yesterday’s post.
My mother, to me, probably 50 years ago. “Why don’t you go to church anymore?”
Me: “Nature is my church.”
Mom, sarcastic: “Oh yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”
Actually, Mom, it’s true. I’m what is called a “pantheist,” having let go of Big Daddy God to experience divinity in the entire pulsing panorama of my experience in a 3D body on this planet Earth. This is “nature,” that is, the way things work, without human interference! Because they do! Inexorably. Relentlessly. The seasonality of nature is key; spring always follows winter, summer follows spring, autumn follows summer, and winter follows autumn. Birth, growth, maturity, aging, death. Like clockwork. Like our own bodies, which are a part of nature; each an antenna, connecting earth to sky.
Seasonality, whether of human bodies or any other living organism, IS a clock, a divine clock, and though we can point to Earth’s angled relationship to the Sun as the “cause,” that angled relationship too, is in relationship to all sorts oof other relationships that, at bottom, we cannot even hope to understand. Why? Because there is no bottom, no “bottom line” to nature. Bottom lines are what humans do; we truncate our explorations in order to not have to dig further down, to uncover ever deeper layers. In order to stop any scary “infinite regress,” we artificially decide “the buck stops here.”
In other words, we attempt to circumscribe Nature, to pretend she is a closed circle, the circumference of which serves as a barrier which we try to ignore, and beyond which we dare not go.
Nature is not a closed circle.
NATURE IS AN OPEN SYSTEM
No wonder all we can do is wonder — at how she “does it,” over and over again, each “time” a bit different, offering variety, and yet within a mutating framework that holds everything in place, in all its infinite, multivalent variety, “for the time being.”
Yes, my religion is Nature. Has been for over 50 years. And rather than fear her, I worship her, full of wonder inside her mysterious presence, yes; and what is wondrous is just how nature “works,” and the patterns she makes through space and time, spiralling through the seasons, all within a glacially shifting cosmic panorama. AND, oh my . . . this year, when I get out there, sitting on my stool with hands in the soil, I literally lose track of time, from which swoon, when done, I must startle myself awake.
Immersion in Nature enlivens this 79-year-old, much more than I can say. Up until this year, during the growing seasons I had spent about one hour per day outside, planting, weeding, mowing, designing, taking apart and putting together, in general; as I always say, “What we’re doing on this planet, is movin’ stuff around.” And, it’s corollary: ” . . .which is always an excuse for relationships.” And not just with other human beings, but with whatever “stuff” I’m movin’ around!
That sounds simple-minded, I know. Actually, it’s the simple truth.
Once we climb back into our bodies, and move in our bodies in relationship with others, including not just humans, but animals, plants, water, sky, trees, etc., we cannot help but feel this extraordinary immersion into the natural, organic world that totally eclipses the isolation, the solipsism, into which we westerners have been indoctrinated.
So what’s happened this year is I’m outside fully two hours per day, movin’ stuff around, immersed in the NOW, listening to bird calls, watching insects scurry, feeling plants wave in the breeze, sun dappling through clouds scudding through the heavens; all of it, all of it, I am a drunkard, I simply cannot get enough.
Plus, I remain convinced that this focus, this focus on full-on absorption and expression of the mystery, the beauty, the sheer unfathomability of the natural world, is exactly what we need to break the spell of AI, the technocratic, transhumanist, robotic agenda “they” have in store for us. No matter what maps we make that pretend to capture nature, the map is never the territory. And that goes for words, language too. Another map. That I would make a stab in that direction linguistically here, to at least attempt to invoke the swooning divinity that I feel my entire self immersed in, is a joke. It cannot be done.
Don’t be surprised if all you get from me for the next little while is one meme a day. My focus is elsewhere, for the time being.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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