Dark of the Scorpio Moon, and the year is almost over.
Tell me 2015 was not a surprise, just try and tell me that…
It WAS a surprise, wasn’t it.
If you could have accurately predicted the specific content of 2015,
then you had better make a random change right now today to include yourself in the zeitgeist.
These changes have not been easy.
But could you have done without them?
To get where you are going, I think not.
Our New Moon takes place at 19 Sagittarius on December 11th.
Square (ruler) Jupiter in Virgo, and Trine Uranus in Aries.
The Mars/Uranus opposition is exact. 16 Aries to 16 Libra.
Mars sextiles the Sun/Moon conjunction.
That’s a violent birth
A cautionary Jupiter both emphasizes and softens the strike.
So what are you going to start?
A forced hand does away with hesitancy, reservation.
Venus trines Neptune 7 to 7 a love affair,
or something beautiful to lose.
Mercury in Capricorn is calculating. Balanced between dreams and pleasure
What is the use of this conversation?
Our Mars and Venus positions insure triangular relationships abound,
when it’s Libra and Scorpio
there can be nothing but.
A third poison wheel or the grease that turns the axle?
Better use what you have learned.
Our experience is one of singular individuality,
it’s a defining wound that gives you fuel after all.
Are there openings? Are there chances? Choices?
There are. Absolutely.
This is a kind of beginning.
Since you need one now, here in the midst of everything. Take it. Use it, puzzle through it, alter or change your life.
Not only the good begins now, & world wide we see what starts with eye toward how can it possibly end?!
Never the less, in fact, more than ever, you need to fully posses your unique life, strong or fragile, full of purpose whether a spark, or a spark longing to go out, responsible to no man, only to higher law, (says Sagittarius), save only as your own experience teaches you, calls you, commands you, and you listen.
~ When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.
It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable. – Mark Nepo ~