I would say chaos, but chaos might imply a lack of direction.
What we have here are a great many wheels turning.
Gears. Competing mutable agendas and a flurry of arrows shot,
while someone pours boiling oil on the archers,
and you, in bed with a cold, watching the whole thing on the internet, while receiving the news that your best friend is terminally ill, Oh God, No! and realizing that you have to get up and leave now, or you will be late for a meeting that has taken months to put together, a meeting that offers a potential way out of a nearly intractable situation, and on which you have pinned all your hopes. Oh please let it happen!
Quickly now, wash your face! It’s time to function, ready or not!
Or the other one.
The scenario, where your life trickles like a nearly dried up stream in riverbed, on and on, while the bulldozer gets closer.
These two circumstances are not mutually exclusive, after all, you are various, you contain multitudes.
Pisces Moon today, gives you a tiny breather as we hurtle toward Aries to jolt and join Uranus and MARS.
Venus exalted in Pisces square Saturn, in Jupiter ruled Sagittarius, is like making the best, and how do I say it, the ABSOLUTE best of a bad scenario. And when you think about it, what does that even mean?!
We will have time to find out as Venus will be back before long. Her retrograde and her active relationship with Saturn promises to solve some very deep puzzles on a personal level. What is real love? What is value? Why sacrifice?
In the larger picture we may see this as xenophobia versus compassion. Take a look at the yearly for additional perspective.
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you. ~
-Excerpted from the poem Song of Myself, by Gemini extraordinaire Walt Whitman, 1855.~
* the incomparable piano God James Booker
Sagittarius Sun/Mercury, Pisces Moon/Mars/Jupiter, Venus in Capricorn,
Saturn in Aries, North Node in Libra, Neptune conjunct his Virgo DC.
I’m going to put him in heavy rotation for 2017!