Notice: See posts from last four days.

Oops. At least I “think” it’s today, on the basis of charts that I set up now on astro-seek. My natal chart there shows Uranus at 1°35′ Gemini. And yet a chart I set up a long time ago with a different program and website shows natal Uranus at 1°36′ Gemini. So does the printed 20th century ephemeris I have had since forever.

So who knows. Who the fuck knows?

Meanwhile, just went on astro-seek to make sure today is when Uranus returns to 1°35′ and guess what? It’s already (at 11:20 AM) at 1° 38′! Oops . . . wait a minute. Where was Uranus a day ago, same time. Aha! At 1°34′. So between now and sometime yesterday, Uranus passed over the exact degree and minute of my natal chart, if it’s either 1°35′ or 1°36′.

I mention this to demonstrate how, no matter how we try to nail the messy outside world down with our words, symbols, diagrams, etc: the map is not the territory; never has been, never will be. Nature always squirrels out from under our attempts to (conceptually or otherwise) mirror it exactly.

(My Uranus gets off on that “fact”; my Saturn hates it.)

 

My four day ceremonial protocol pretending to align NOW with the position of Uranus at my birth has been, however, I’d say, immensely successful — in that it has left me utterly transformed. 

Remember, as I’ve tried to indicate (no longer have patience for long-winded explanations . . .), I was born during the years when Saturn and Uranus were both in the early degrees of Gemini, like all those born between mid-May 1942 through 1943.

We came in craving own individual ways of thought and expression, but we did so within certain constraints which those of us who have individuated, realize were inside us. Rather than projecting those constraints lifelong, we managed to learn how to stop blaming anything or anyone outside — for our internal drama, and instead take responsibility; i.e., consciously respond, rather than unconsciously react!

I am one of those who managed to individuate, and did so by finally facing and embracing deep, intensely difficult lessons provided by the 90° turning points of Uranus.

At first, I felt those constraints merely as the culture and training I was born into.

Reviewing the first and second turnings, I now recognize that with each turning, I began by hijacking the needed evolution with constraints formed via relationship with a (dark) male figure — not realizing that I needed to see those attractions as projections!

Yes. What I must still continuously learn how to do is integrate dark and light, male and female, conscious and unconscious, mind and body, Sagittarius and Taurus, as well as any other polarity I notice, and then tend to identify with one pole while projecting the other pole out, as in “Out! Out! Damn spot!”

 

Okay. Here’s what’s already become clear as I complete this Uranus process. The closing of this cycle spans, for me, remember, from August 2023, when Uranus conjuncted my 23° Taurus Moon and then moved further to now conjunct 1°+ Gemini, and soon to conjunct natal Saturn at 6°+ Gemini. The entire process to last about five years, through 2028.

Will I still be alive by that time? Or will I have moved on. Who knows?

 

 

What I do know is that it’s time for me to unleash my Uranus fully, and not let Saturn corral it at all. Instead, utilize Saturn differently. Just how, not sure yet, beyond announcing my new (Saturn) plan.

Which means, for these blogposts, I will publish another one whenever it occurs to me to do so. Sometimes a lot, and sometimes not at all. No more four mornings (Monday through Thursday) weekly in obedience to a routine I set in motion a few years ago, and then was determined to stick to.

Notice: I’ve already inaugurated this new way of working with this week’s posts lasting from Monday through Sunday! Still not sure of whether or not I even need any other kind of ritual (sitting down with prayer rug, plus Tarot/Runes/I Ching, journal, etc.) today or tomorrow to complete this ceremonial initiation. Right now, that feels confining. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, I leave you with this quote, from an old journal, April 16, 2003 (right after Jeff died; right when I was initiating the final quarter cycle that would bring Uranus home to itself, TODAY.

I now function as a lightning rod,

linking the deep bass,

slow rumble below

to the light and high frequency above.

My body the rod.