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ASTRO-DRAMA
Your Weekly Celestial Theater Forecast
Intermission
Sun opposite Saturn (separating) 8/15 = Not this time, buddy
Moon square Pluto 8/16 = cathartic
Moon square Saturn 8/18 = controlled
Moon conjunct North node, Uranus, Mars 8/18, 8/19 = free for all
Venus trine Jupiter 8/18 = colorful expressive jubilant displays
Intermission
The intermission is a break or pause in a cinematic screening or theatrical performance. The film or play stops midpoint, and the spectators, for a brief period of time, are released from the unfolding drama. Depending on what the production is, an opera, movie, or play, audiences may stroll to the lobby to enjoy a glass of champagne and some chitchat, grab some popcorn and snacks at the concession stand, or opt for some fresh air and a quick smoke.
I can’t give you the exact dates of when intermissions in theatrical presentations began. I read on a thread in Quora that they originated in the Middle Ages. When productions moved indoors, they needed to switch out the expiring candles after a certain amount of time, and thus required a break in the performance to execute the task. I don’t know if this is true. How fast did Middle Age candles take to burn down to the nub, anyway?
In early cinema, the intermission was necessary so the Projectionist could switch out the film reels. I imagine hearing the last clicks of the film frames spinning behind the lens, and the bright white light of the screen snapping the audience out of their hypnotic gaze. Deep breath’s and sighs heard as the spectators shifted in their seats and stood up to stretch their limbs.
To pause, to be present and in-between, like a hot-air balloon floating gently above the action, removed yet participating. A moment of rest, refreshment and perspective. I suggest such a reprieve this week from the multiple immersive dramas playing out in our archetypal heavens and earth below.
The current sky reflects the intensity that is playing out on the world-stage. The global rubber band stretches taut. Systems are being tested to their limits. Some failing while others teeter on the brink. What we’ve always relied upon in terms of norms and protocols is being improvised and reinvented. The over used word “unprecedented” echos across media platforms and rings on repeat in our ears. Mass delusion and distrust reign supreme.
How can one wake up from such an incessant dream? The intermission.
These days intermissions rarely occur. The pace of our dramas is relentless. The news cycle hammers away with continuous shifts in the storyline and outrageous acts of violence that keep reaching new peaks. This week’s transits bring a mixture of tense and harmonious aspects. As Mars perches to enter Gemini at the end of the week, we can expect the political rhetoric in the news and on social media to increase and become even more aggressive, but I digress..
The moon moves quickly but will make some pithy aspects this week. The emotional environment swings erratic. See my key words above.
Like the early projectionist, take the film reel off the projector and set it aside. For now, and into the near future, give yourself the gift of the Intermission. Do whatever you need to do to feel at peace with yourself and with others.
Star wisdom for the week: Are you being a brat? The snack bar is open. Give yourself a time-out.
Moon square Pluto 8/16 = cathartic
Moon square Saturn 8/18 = controlled
Moon conjunct North node, Uranus, Mars 8/18, 8/19 = free for all
Venus trine Jupiter 8/18 = colorful expressive jubilant displays
Intermission
The intermission is a break or pause in a cinematic screening or theatrical performance. The film or play stops midpoint, and the spectators, for a brief period of time, are released from the unfolding drama. Depending on what the production is, an opera, movie, or play, audiences may stroll to the lobby to enjoy a glass of champagne and some chitchat, grab some popcorn and snacks at the concession stand, or opt for some fresh air and a quick smoke.
I can’t give you the exact dates of when intermissions in theatrical presentations began. I read on a thread in Quora that they originated in the Middle Ages. When productions moved indoors, they needed to switch out the expiring candles after a certain amount of time, and thus required a break in the performance to execute the task. I don’t know if this is true. How fast did Middle Age candles take to burn down to the nub, anyway?
In early cinema, the intermission was necessary so the Projectionist could switch out the film reels. I imagine hearing the last clicks of the film frames spinning behind the lens, and the bright white light of the screen snapping the audience out of their hypnotic gaze. Deep breath’s and sighs heard as the spectators shifted in their seats and stood up to stretch their limbs.
To pause, to be present and in-between, like a hot-air balloon floating gently above the action, removed yet participating. A moment of rest, refreshment and perspective. I suggest such a reprieve this week from the multiple immersive dramas playing out in our archetypal heavens and earth below.
The current sky reflects the intensity that is playing out on the world-stage. The global rubber band stretches taut. Systems are being tested to their limits. Some failing while others teeter on the brink. What we’ve always relied upon in terms of norms and protocols is being improvised and reinvented. The over used word “unprecedented” echos across media platforms and rings on repeat in our ears. Mass delusion and distrust reign supreme.
How can one wake up from such an incessant dream? The intermission.
These days intermissions rarely occur. The pace of our dramas is relentless. The news cycle hammers away with continuous shifts in the storyline and outrageous acts of violence that keep reaching new peaks. This week’s transits bring a mixture of tense and harmonious aspects. As Mars perches to enter Gemini at the end of the week, we can expect the political rhetoric in the news and on social media to increase and become even more aggressive, but I digress..
The moon moves quickly but will make some pithy aspects this week. The emotional environment swings erratic. See my key words above.
Like the early projectionist, take the film reel off the projector and set it aside. For now, and into the near future, give yourself the gift of the Intermission. Do whatever you need to do to feel at peace with yourself and with others.
Star wisdom for the week: Are you being a brat? The snack bar is open. Give yourself a time-out.
Primal Scream
8/9 Venus in Cancer opposite Pluto in Capricorn
Primal Scream
Do you remember the promotional movie poster for the 1975 Spielberg, film JAWS?
At the top part of the poster, a nude woman swims on the surface of the water. Thrusting up from the depths beneath her, a mammoth great white shark comes in for the kill. The shark’s grizzly jaws are open, exposing his monstrous sharp bloody teeth. Its black dead eyes fixate on the woman’s thrashing body above, and our imaginations fill in the rest.
We all know how this scene ends. It ends with a chewed-up arm washed up on the beach in a tangle of seaweed and crabs. And Sheriff Brody’s face a wash of fear and quiet horror, as the gravity of the situation sets in. What later ensues is an epic hunt for the elusive beast of the dark cold New England waters, but let’s get back to the woman, the shark’s first victim.
The Venusian beauty swims nude. She’s vulnerable, alone, and exposed. It’s nighttime. There are no signs on the surface that she is in danger. This drama takes place beneath the surface, in the hidden realms of another world entirely.
When the Great White strikes the first time, she’s pulled under for a moment. Stunned, she resurfaces, gasping for breath. The second strike is more lethal. The shark has a firm hold of her now. We see her being dragged back and forth, moving through the midnight waters with significant force. Her primal screams are disturbing and terrifying. The monster of her dreams, now a shocking reality. The thing that isn’t supposed to happen, happening to gruesome effect.
Demons. Everyone’s got them. Those unruly repressed traumas and wounds we keep locked up in the basement. Our dark thoughts and desires. The underbelly of the psyche, what Jung referred to as the Unconscious and Freud the Id. What we deny and what we withhold. The force that grabs hold of us without conscious consent, nor the logic of consequence.
Venus in Cancer, opposite Pluto in Capricorn, suggests such a tug of war between Beauty and the Beast. Women’s bodies and government control. Feminism vs. Patriarchy. Church infiltrating State. The icy grip of Capricorn clutching the collective mother womb. Illegitimate power. Desperate attempts at control. Violence against women. Fear of the goddess and her powerful forces of creation and destruction.
Later on in the film is a classic scene that takes place in the ship’s hull. Quint, Brody, and Hooper share a drink and some war stories. They compare their battle scars. Evidence of previous encounters with the unseen, the unknown, the watery realm of the deep.
Hooper hoists his leg onto the table, revealing a bull shark wound. Quint responds, revealing his own leg wound from a thresher shark, while Brody sheepishly looks at a concealed scar beneath his waistline.
This is a turning point in the film. From here the Melvillean battle begins and is ultimately won, but they suffer a casualty when Quint gets chomped in half.
Our collective traumas are surfacing all over the planet. There are a multitude. Do I need to list them?
Venus is vulnerable this week. Keep your eyes on the water and toes in the sand.
Star Wisdom for the Week: Don’t wait for the shark to attack. Exorcise those demons before a crisis point is reached. Be careful in the water.
Primal Scream
Do you remember the promotional movie poster for the 1975 Spielberg, film JAWS?
At the top part of the poster, a nude woman swims on the surface of the water. Thrusting up from the depths beneath her, a mammoth great white shark comes in for the kill. The shark’s grizzly jaws are open, exposing his monstrous sharp bloody teeth. Its black dead eyes fixate on the woman’s thrashing body above, and our imaginations fill in the rest.
We all know how this scene ends. It ends with a chewed-up arm washed up on the beach in a tangle of seaweed and crabs. And Sheriff Brody’s face a wash of fear and quiet horror, as the gravity of the situation sets in. What later ensues is an epic hunt for the elusive beast of the dark cold New England waters, but let’s get back to the woman, the shark’s first victim.
The Venusian beauty swims nude. She’s vulnerable, alone, and exposed. It’s nighttime. There are no signs on the surface that she is in danger. This drama takes place beneath the surface, in the hidden realms of another world entirely.
When the Great White strikes the first time, she’s pulled under for a moment. Stunned, she resurfaces, gasping for breath. The second strike is more lethal. The shark has a firm hold of her now. We see her being dragged back and forth, moving through the midnight waters with significant force. Her primal screams are disturbing and terrifying. The monster of her dreams, now a shocking reality. The thing that isn’t supposed to happen, happening to gruesome effect.
Demons. Everyone’s got them. Those unruly repressed traumas and wounds we keep locked up in the basement. Our dark thoughts and desires. The underbelly of the psyche, what Jung referred to as the Unconscious and Freud the Id. What we deny and what we withhold. The force that grabs hold of us without conscious consent, nor the logic of consequence.
Venus in Cancer, opposite Pluto in Capricorn, suggests such a tug of war between Beauty and the Beast. Women’s bodies and government control. Feminism vs. Patriarchy. Church infiltrating State. The icy grip of Capricorn clutching the collective mother womb. Illegitimate power. Desperate attempts at control. Violence against women. Fear of the goddess and her powerful forces of creation and destruction.
Later on in the film is a classic scene that takes place in the ship’s hull. Quint, Brody, and Hooper share a drink and some war stories. They compare their battle scars. Evidence of previous encounters with the unseen, the unknown, the watery realm of the deep.
Hooper hoists his leg onto the table, revealing a bull shark wound. Quint responds, revealing his own leg wound from a thresher shark, while Brody sheepishly looks at a concealed scar beneath his waistline.
This is a turning point in the film. From here the Melvillean battle begins and is ultimately won, but they suffer a casualty when Quint gets chomped in half.
Our collective traumas are surfacing all over the planet. There are a multitude. Do I need to list them?
Venus is vulnerable this week. Keep your eyes on the water and toes in the sand.
Star Wisdom for the Week: Don’t wait for the shark to attack. Exorcise those demons before a crisis point is reached. Be careful in the water.
Honey Guzzle
Mars, Uranus, North Node conjunct in Taurus.
Based on a true story that occurred as Mars was applying to Uranus and the North Node in Taurus.
Bear: I’m a mother-fucking bear. God-dammit, I’m starving. I got no berries, no fishies, no damn tummy-yummies!
Narrator: An adolescent bear lumbers through the forest. The glaring sun beats down upon him, baking the earth. We see the signs of a depleted environment and ecosystem. Shriveled berries dangle from branches, and a once healthy brook trickles with only a thin slither of fresh water. Pausing for a moment, the bear lifts its head, sniffing the breeze.
Bear: I smell HONEY!
Narrator: The bear sprints out of the woods and hides behind a tree in the human’s backyard. He sets his gaze upon the rustic cabin and decides the coast is clear.
He charges forward with claws thrashing, obliterates the back screen door and enters the dwelling. Overcome by the smells of sweet sugary delights, he stumbles into the kitchen.
There it is. A lonely jar of honey perched upon the shelf. Thwak! Down it comes. The bear wrestles with the jar until at last the gooey golden goodness oozes out. The bear guzzles the honey. The sweet deliciousness turns his eyes over in their sockets whilst his jaws smack with insatiable hunger.
Next up is the maple syrup. With one swat of his paw, the syrup comes tumbling down, along with a bag of nuts and some crackers. Jackpot!
Bear: Ohhhhhh Yessssss… Ohhhhh boy.. Aw yeah, Sooooooo goooooood.
Narrator: After what we can only describe as a hedonistic honey, nut, and cracker orgy, the bear sits in a sticky mess of his own glutinous excess.
The human, having returned from her mid-day swim, pulls into the driveway.
With a face full of crackers and syrup, the bear, now slightly ashamed of himself, but not too ashamed, makes a bee-line for the woods and disappears into the brush.
The bear would return twice more. Ripping screens off the windows, clawing countertops and generally wreaking havoc, in his quest to extinguish his insatiable, furious hunger.
Star wisdom for the week:
You may be inspired to partake in sensory and bodily indulgences this week. Enjoy, but just don’t rip the screens or back door off your neighbors’ house.
Published on 7/31/22
Based on a true story that occurred as Mars was applying to Uranus and the North Node in Taurus.
Bear: I’m a mother-fucking bear. God-dammit, I’m starving. I got no berries, no fishies, no damn tummy-yummies!
Narrator: An adolescent bear lumbers through the forest. The glaring sun beats down upon him, baking the earth. We see the signs of a depleted environment and ecosystem. Shriveled berries dangle from branches, and a once healthy brook trickles with only a thin slither of fresh water. Pausing for a moment, the bear lifts its head, sniffing the breeze.
Bear: I smell HONEY!
Narrator: The bear sprints out of the woods and hides behind a tree in the human’s backyard. He sets his gaze upon the rustic cabin and decides the coast is clear.
He charges forward with claws thrashing, obliterates the back screen door and enters the dwelling. Overcome by the smells of sweet sugary delights, he stumbles into the kitchen.
There it is. A lonely jar of honey perched upon the shelf. Thwak! Down it comes. The bear wrestles with the jar until at last the gooey golden goodness oozes out. The bear guzzles the honey. The sweet deliciousness turns his eyes over in their sockets whilst his jaws smack with insatiable hunger.
Next up is the maple syrup. With one swat of his paw, the syrup comes tumbling down, along with a bag of nuts and some crackers. Jackpot!
Bear: Ohhhhhh Yessssss… Ohhhhh boy.. Aw yeah, Sooooooo goooooood.
Narrator: After what we can only describe as a hedonistic honey, nut, and cracker orgy, the bear sits in a sticky mess of his own glutinous excess.
The human, having returned from her mid-day swim, pulls into the driveway.
With a face full of crackers and syrup, the bear, now slightly ashamed of himself, but not too ashamed, makes a bee-line for the woods and disappears into the brush.
The bear would return twice more. Ripping screens off the windows, clawing countertops and generally wreaking havoc, in his quest to extinguish his insatiable, furious hunger.
Star wisdom for the week:
You may be inspired to partake in sensory and bodily indulgences this week. Enjoy, but just don’t rip the screens or back door off your neighbors’ house.
Published on 7/31/22
Roaring Diva
New Moon in Leo
Mercury square Uranus, North Node, Mars
Venus in Cancer
Roaring Diva
Backstage at a renowned opera house, a woman prepares for her debut performance. It’s opening night, and the highly anticipated production enjoys a full house.
Assistants mill about, helping the young Diva get into costume and character. The bright lights framing the make-up mirror shine upon her, illuminating her distant stare. A soft lilac color paints her face with accents of rouge, pink, and gold above the eyes.
Her headdress and gown are dazzling kinetic sculptures that change hue and dance in a constant flow of motion. She takes a deep breath as the make-up artist applies the final touches, and emerges from her dressing room to wait in the wings for her cue.
The theater is pitch dark, and the audience is silent.
A single sustained note swells, enveloping the crowd. The tone multiplies, breaks into sparks of light, and flies around the venue like a swarm of bees.
Sensations of terror and delight sweeps through the theater. The audience shrieks, laughs, and pop out of their seats as the swirling light-bees dive in playful acrobatics. Never have the viewers seen such inventive, creative technology.
Now center stage, the Diva stands still and quiet. The bees form a mandala of light around her, and the audience gasps. Rainbows of prismatic color flicker as her gown oscillates. Her heart beats wildly in her chest. She takes a beat, looks towards the heavens, and opens her lungs.
Ethereal vocals rip through the theater space. A shocked and bewildered audience takes hold of one another as they witness the birth of a pioneering and revolutionary artist. They revel for the duration, astounded and forever changed.
After the performance, theatergoers leave the venue in stunned-euphoria. Some weep, some smile, some choose not to speak for days.
A roaring Diva is born, and a new trail blazed.
Published on 7/25/22
Mercury square Uranus, North Node, Mars
Venus in Cancer
Roaring Diva
Backstage at a renowned opera house, a woman prepares for her debut performance. It’s opening night, and the highly anticipated production enjoys a full house.
Assistants mill about, helping the young Diva get into costume and character. The bright lights framing the make-up mirror shine upon her, illuminating her distant stare. A soft lilac color paints her face with accents of rouge, pink, and gold above the eyes.
Her headdress and gown are dazzling kinetic sculptures that change hue and dance in a constant flow of motion. She takes a deep breath as the make-up artist applies the final touches, and emerges from her dressing room to wait in the wings for her cue.
The theater is pitch dark, and the audience is silent.
A single sustained note swells, enveloping the crowd. The tone multiplies, breaks into sparks of light, and flies around the venue like a swarm of bees.
Sensations of terror and delight sweeps through the theater. The audience shrieks, laughs, and pop out of their seats as the swirling light-bees dive in playful acrobatics. Never have the viewers seen such inventive, creative technology.
Now center stage, the Diva stands still and quiet. The bees form a mandala of light around her, and the audience gasps. Rainbows of prismatic color flicker as her gown oscillates. Her heart beats wildly in her chest. She takes a beat, looks towards the heavens, and opens her lungs.
Ethereal vocals rip through the theater space. A shocked and bewildered audience takes hold of one another as they witness the birth of a pioneering and revolutionary artist. They revel for the duration, astounded and forever changed.
After the performance, theatergoers leave the venue in stunned-euphoria. Some weep, some smile, some choose not to speak for days.
A roaring Diva is born, and a new trail blazed.
Published on 7/25/22
Red Pill Blue Pill
Mercury, Pluto opposition
Mercury, Sun trine Neptune
Sun, Pluto, opposition
Mercury enters Leo
Red Pill Blue Pill
It’s late in the evening. We see an open suitcase lying on an unmade bed. The walls drip with reflective sheets of silver that catch Mercury’s glowing, undulating form as they zip around the room gathering items to be packed.
Pluto’s rich dark-roast voice booms over the speakerphone. The device rattles as he spills his guts. Mercury is gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide with disbelief as Pluto performs his emphatic underworld tantrum. Pluto’s got a reputation for keeping things hidden, so this salacious purge is surprising. Mercury is no fool. They’re aware the contents of their private conversation will soon go viral.
Mercury’s dubious about what to believe. The Moon and Neptune dance in the background to a melodious, hypnotic tune. It’s a red pill, blue pill moment, and they’re not sure which one to swallow. They opt to swallow both. One foot wading in the sensitive waters of Cancer, the other in the cool nether regions of Capricorn.
Mercury struggles to stay focused as Pluto vomits a stream of toads and lizards. The mobile phone sparks, smolders, and smells of pungent T-Rex breath. Pluto flaunts his power and control over the underworld, making it known that he’s got an agenda, and mercury is the trickster that will relay his message.
Apollo, having witnessed this explosive cellular meltdown, strolls into Mercury’s quarters flashing a beguiling grin. Mercury quickly hangs up with the underworld God and continues packing. Soon, they will be on their way to the Sun’s glinting Leo temple. Free to shake off the clinging lunar sentiments they’ve collected over the past few weeks.
Apollo schemes to challenge Pluto to a good old-fashioned arm wrestling match. He’s sensitive to Pluto’s point of view, but even more determined to wield genuine power.
A day later, we see Mercury DJing and dancing for a throng of fans. It feels fantastic to let loose and spin some records. They feel like a kid again. Awake, alive, passionate, and up for absolutely anything.
Star Wisdom for the Week: Let the idiots indulge in temporary power struggles. Get that vinyl out and dance without inhibition to your beloved teenage rock ‘n’ roll idols.
Published 7/18/2022
Mercury, Sun trine Neptune
Sun, Pluto, opposition
Mercury enters Leo
Red Pill Blue Pill
It’s late in the evening. We see an open suitcase lying on an unmade bed. The walls drip with reflective sheets of silver that catch Mercury’s glowing, undulating form as they zip around the room gathering items to be packed.
Pluto’s rich dark-roast voice booms over the speakerphone. The device rattles as he spills his guts. Mercury is gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide with disbelief as Pluto performs his emphatic underworld tantrum. Pluto’s got a reputation for keeping things hidden, so this salacious purge is surprising. Mercury is no fool. They’re aware the contents of their private conversation will soon go viral.
Mercury’s dubious about what to believe. The Moon and Neptune dance in the background to a melodious, hypnotic tune. It’s a red pill, blue pill moment, and they’re not sure which one to swallow. They opt to swallow both. One foot wading in the sensitive waters of Cancer, the other in the cool nether regions of Capricorn.
Mercury struggles to stay focused as Pluto vomits a stream of toads and lizards. The mobile phone sparks, smolders, and smells of pungent T-Rex breath. Pluto flaunts his power and control over the underworld, making it known that he’s got an agenda, and mercury is the trickster that will relay his message.
Apollo, having witnessed this explosive cellular meltdown, strolls into Mercury’s quarters flashing a beguiling grin. Mercury quickly hangs up with the underworld God and continues packing. Soon, they will be on their way to the Sun’s glinting Leo temple. Free to shake off the clinging lunar sentiments they’ve collected over the past few weeks.
Apollo schemes to challenge Pluto to a good old-fashioned arm wrestling match. He’s sensitive to Pluto’s point of view, but even more determined to wield genuine power.
A day later, we see Mercury DJing and dancing for a throng of fans. It feels fantastic to let loose and spin some records. They feel like a kid again. Awake, alive, passionate, and up for absolutely anything.
Star Wisdom for the Week: Let the idiots indulge in temporary power struggles. Get that vinyl out and dance without inhibition to your beloved teenage rock ‘n’ roll idols.
Published 7/18/2022
Sweetly Blinded
July 16 3:25:25 PM EST
Mercury Cazimi in Cancer
Mercury’s Diary Entry
Sweetly Blinded: Mercury Cazimi
Within the molten heart,
We are sweetly blinded
Sun-kissed
Lambent
Formless
Thriving
Juiced-up
On light medicine
And newly born
Aware
Aware
Aware of future’s form
Time’s tender flashes
Break fast
And strobe clean
A shivering remembrance
Imbues the hour’s esteem
Honeyed drops of nectar
Rain upon the tongue
Unleashing wild benevolent
Stories yet to come
We cast off ripe desires
And prosaic dreams
To embody fresh elixirs
The solar purpose brings
The mind fire burns holy
And bounds forth anew
Rising in the heavens
As evening stars will do
Mercury Cazimi in Cancer
Mercury’s Diary Entry
Sweetly Blinded: Mercury Cazimi
Within the molten heart,
We are sweetly blinded
Sun-kissed
Lambent
Formless
Thriving
Juiced-up
On light medicine
And newly born
Aware
Aware
Aware of future’s form
Time’s tender flashes
Break fast
And strobe clean
A shivering remembrance
Imbues the hour’s esteem
Honeyed drops of nectar
Rain upon the tongue
Unleashing wild benevolent
Stories yet to come
We cast off ripe desires
And prosaic dreams
To embody fresh elixirs
The solar purpose brings
The mind fire burns holy
And bounds forth anew
Rising in the heavens
As evening stars will do
Shield Maiden
Mercury ingress into Cancer July 5
Mars ingress into Taurus July 5
Mercury sextile Mars July 5
Sun sextile Uranus July 10
Shield Maiden
A tribe of shield maidens collect in a pastoral valley. Across the ocean their homeland is visible, but utterly out of reach. The serene and bucolic landscape where they have set up camp is at complete odds with the boiling emotions and warring temperament that tones the group. They wait for their marching orders.
Heated deliberations concerning a recent grave injustice sweeps across the band of women. For the moment, the maidens’ exiled status weighs heavily upon them. They must patiently wait for the tides to turn. For now, they debate and discuss strategy.
Mercury, the messenger, has just arrived at the Moon's shining Cancer lunar temple. They remain in contact with the maidens, gathering intel and transmitting their plight to the great mother goddess.
The maidens grow restless. They’re eager to act swiftly and retaliate against their oppressors. Quarrels break out amongst them concerning the best course of action. They feel powerless, defeated, and betrayed.
In the evening, the women commune and hold ceremony with the goddess. The great goddess reminds them she is omnipresent, and to not allow the horrific actions of a few feral and deranged law-makers throw them off their game.
Meanwhile, inventive and rebellious Uranus and the purpose-driven Sun collude in the sky. An omen that a piece of positive news or sudden auspicious developments are about to illuminate the tribe.
The Shield Maidens chant in unison.
As does the Moon, and so the Sun.
The goddess rises, always.
Again and again.
Star Wisdom for the week: Circumstances may look grim, but remember, all of your shield maiden sisters are out there preparing to fight for equality. Take comfort in knowing that your tribe is larger than it appears. Nurture yourself and others. Rest and reassemble in a safe place. Offer chants to the moon.
Mars ingress into Taurus July 5
Mercury sextile Mars July 5
Sun sextile Uranus July 10
Shield Maiden
A tribe of shield maidens collect in a pastoral valley. Across the ocean their homeland is visible, but utterly out of reach. The serene and bucolic landscape where they have set up camp is at complete odds with the boiling emotions and warring temperament that tones the group. They wait for their marching orders.
Heated deliberations concerning a recent grave injustice sweeps across the band of women. For the moment, the maidens’ exiled status weighs heavily upon them. They must patiently wait for the tides to turn. For now, they debate and discuss strategy.
Mercury, the messenger, has just arrived at the Moon's shining Cancer lunar temple. They remain in contact with the maidens, gathering intel and transmitting their plight to the great mother goddess.
The maidens grow restless. They’re eager to act swiftly and retaliate against their oppressors. Quarrels break out amongst them concerning the best course of action. They feel powerless, defeated, and betrayed.
In the evening, the women commune and hold ceremony with the goddess. The great goddess reminds them she is omnipresent, and to not allow the horrific actions of a few feral and deranged law-makers throw them off their game.
Meanwhile, inventive and rebellious Uranus and the purpose-driven Sun collude in the sky. An omen that a piece of positive news or sudden auspicious developments are about to illuminate the tribe.
The Shield Maidens chant in unison.
As does the Moon, and so the Sun.
The goddess rises, always.
Again and again.
Star Wisdom for the week: Circumstances may look grim, but remember, all of your shield maiden sisters are out there preparing to fight for equality. Take comfort in knowing that your tribe is larger than it appears. Nurture yourself and others. Rest and reassemble in a safe place. Offer chants to the moon.
Split screen: Babble On
Mercury and Venus co-present in Gemini
Split screen: Babble On
An audience sits in a darkened movie theater. The projector reels turn, illuminating a split-screen.
On the left side of the screen we see Venus, the goddess of love, hurrying through the halls of Mercury’s estate. She’s giddy with potential as she excitedly searches for her host.
On the right side of the screen is Mercury, the winged messenger. They grin widely, delighted to be back home and corresponding with anyone and everyone they please.
Venus is adapting to these new mercurial rhythms. The pace of life has quickened since she first arrived, and it’s almost impossible to keep up with Mercury’s flickering ideas and stream-of-consciousness babble.
Mercury, now immersed in the inspired twin-energy of their home sign Gemini, is taking full advantage of a playful and fluid retreat. “Be curious. Take chances.” they mutter to themselves.
Venus phones Mercury to share her splendidly provocative ideas. We see her lounging on a thick shag carpet as she presses the phone to her ear. Mercury, having prophesied her call, answers before the phone rings.
Like a flock of chattering birds, the sparks of collaboration swiftly ignite between them. Venus suggests they dress up like ancient deep-sea marine life and invent a new language. “We’ll summon primordial tongues and serenade the new moon. I will be the oracle, and you the magician. I, the bonfire, and you, the branches. I, purification, and you initiation.”
Minutes later, an iridescent hologram appears above Mercury’s mansion. It’s Venus. Her faceted image projects across the night sky, unleashing waves of light and gilded ripples of sound. The pair continue to riff from dusk until dawn, jamming with the stars to babble on, babble on.
Back in the darkened movie house, the screen splits into four sections, then 8, 16, 32, 64 and so on, multiplying in infinitude.
A phone rings in the projection booth, and the screen goes dark.
Star Wisdom for the week: Babble on friend, Babble on. Jam it out with witty, clever companions that know their way around the realms of imagination and invention.
Published on 6/27/2022
Split screen: Babble On
An audience sits in a darkened movie theater. The projector reels turn, illuminating a split-screen.
On the left side of the screen we see Venus, the goddess of love, hurrying through the halls of Mercury’s estate. She’s giddy with potential as she excitedly searches for her host.
On the right side of the screen is Mercury, the winged messenger. They grin widely, delighted to be back home and corresponding with anyone and everyone they please.
Venus is adapting to these new mercurial rhythms. The pace of life has quickened since she first arrived, and it’s almost impossible to keep up with Mercury’s flickering ideas and stream-of-consciousness babble.
Mercury, now immersed in the inspired twin-energy of their home sign Gemini, is taking full advantage of a playful and fluid retreat. “Be curious. Take chances.” they mutter to themselves.
Venus phones Mercury to share her splendidly provocative ideas. We see her lounging on a thick shag carpet as she presses the phone to her ear. Mercury, having prophesied her call, answers before the phone rings.
Like a flock of chattering birds, the sparks of collaboration swiftly ignite between them. Venus suggests they dress up like ancient deep-sea marine life and invent a new language. “We’ll summon primordial tongues and serenade the new moon. I will be the oracle, and you the magician. I, the bonfire, and you, the branches. I, purification, and you initiation.”
Minutes later, an iridescent hologram appears above Mercury’s mansion. It’s Venus. Her faceted image projects across the night sky, unleashing waves of light and gilded ripples of sound. The pair continue to riff from dusk until dawn, jamming with the stars to babble on, babble on.
Back in the darkened movie house, the screen splits into four sections, then 8, 16, 32, 64 and so on, multiplying in infinitude.
A phone rings in the projection booth, and the screen goes dark.
Star Wisdom for the week: Babble on friend, Babble on. Jam it out with witty, clever companions that know their way around the realms of imagination and invention.
Published on 6/27/2022
Dionysian Rapture
Dionysian Rapture
6/27 – 7/5
Mars square Pluto
Thick blood-red light floods the smokey stage. The rhythmic and ritualistic beats of Densmore’s drums bellow through the audience. Hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end. The tension builds as the crowd sways in mystical union. Morrison appears out of nowhere. Possessed by forces unseen, he bounds across the front of the stage in cathartic, twisting leaps and moans. Morrison writhes in sweat-soaked leather pants, howling and grinding himself into the stage. Ride the Snake. Ride the snake, he growls.
He is Dionysus.
He is Mars erotica.
He is fire and earth.
In stark contrast, lining the front of the stage is stone-faced law enforcement. They attempt to hold back an inflamed crowd that begs to taste this shaman and his stage magic. Or are they holding back Morrison from delivering a collective Dionysian climax? The ultimate authoritarian cock-block on full display.
Morrison walks a tightrope of chaos and creation. He taunts authority and whips the crowd into frenzied ecstasy. He does it with words and sound. Body and form. Knowing and not knowing if he will push too far.
Will there be rapture, or will there be rupture?
Rapture or Rupture?
This is the dynamic that this week’s transits and especially Mars square Pluto speaks to. These energies sit at the nexus of chaos, creation, and destruction, and describe a tipping point, a pressure cooker. Mars in Aries stomping on a stage to the beat of pounding war drums. Emoting coded incantations and mind-altering tongue lashes. The poet conjures primal forces, shaping his will into manifestation, breaching the underworld and cracking open the ancient Orphic Egg. Cardinal fire meets cardinal earth.
I recently re-watched Oliver Stone’s 1991 film, The Doors.
I was struck by Val Kilmer’s potent portrayal and embodiment of Morrison, and the lengths an actor or performer will sometimes go to, to get it right. The tightrope walk. A delicate balance between artistic immersion and unruly self-indulgence. Obliteration of boundaries within and without.
Break on through.
Break on through.
Break on through.
Not every battle requires engagement, but Mars’s natural state is to conquer, to burst in headlong with quick powerful strikes. Mars in Aries lacks the strategic vision of Scorpio, his other domicile, so he may just literally lose his shit. Conversely, he may take advantage of that sextile to Saturn to make his influence more controlled and productive. It is a choice. But a choice that a charging ram’s head full of fire can easily miss or ignore.
Morrison always pushed for the edge. He consistently sought to disrupt the status quo and longed to free his audience from societal taboos and inhibitions. In a world that is going through some serious contractions, we may want to ask ourselves. Are we choosing to ride the snake or scorch the earth?
Star Wisdom for the week: Conjure the spirit of Jim Morrison and ride the snake. Be at peace, but take up space like a Chieftain warrior.
Published on 6/20/22
6/27 – 7/5
Mars square Pluto
Thick blood-red light floods the smokey stage. The rhythmic and ritualistic beats of Densmore’s drums bellow through the audience. Hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end. The tension builds as the crowd sways in mystical union. Morrison appears out of nowhere. Possessed by forces unseen, he bounds across the front of the stage in cathartic, twisting leaps and moans. Morrison writhes in sweat-soaked leather pants, howling and grinding himself into the stage. Ride the Snake. Ride the snake, he growls.
He is Dionysus.
He is Mars erotica.
He is fire and earth.
In stark contrast, lining the front of the stage is stone-faced law enforcement. They attempt to hold back an inflamed crowd that begs to taste this shaman and his stage magic. Or are they holding back Morrison from delivering a collective Dionysian climax? The ultimate authoritarian cock-block on full display.
Morrison walks a tightrope of chaos and creation. He taunts authority and whips the crowd into frenzied ecstasy. He does it with words and sound. Body and form. Knowing and not knowing if he will push too far.
Will there be rapture, or will there be rupture?
Rapture or Rupture?
This is the dynamic that this week’s transits and especially Mars square Pluto speaks to. These energies sit at the nexus of chaos, creation, and destruction, and describe a tipping point, a pressure cooker. Mars in Aries stomping on a stage to the beat of pounding war drums. Emoting coded incantations and mind-altering tongue lashes. The poet conjures primal forces, shaping his will into manifestation, breaching the underworld and cracking open the ancient Orphic Egg. Cardinal fire meets cardinal earth.
I recently re-watched Oliver Stone’s 1991 film, The Doors.
I was struck by Val Kilmer’s potent portrayal and embodiment of Morrison, and the lengths an actor or performer will sometimes go to, to get it right. The tightrope walk. A delicate balance between artistic immersion and unruly self-indulgence. Obliteration of boundaries within and without.
Break on through.
Break on through.
Break on through.
Not every battle requires engagement, but Mars’s natural state is to conquer, to burst in headlong with quick powerful strikes. Mars in Aries lacks the strategic vision of Scorpio, his other domicile, so he may just literally lose his shit. Conversely, he may take advantage of that sextile to Saturn to make his influence more controlled and productive. It is a choice. But a choice that a charging ram’s head full of fire can easily miss or ignore.
Morrison always pushed for the edge. He consistently sought to disrupt the status quo and longed to free his audience from societal taboos and inhibitions. In a world that is going through some serious contractions, we may want to ask ourselves. Are we choosing to ride the snake or scorch the earth?
Star Wisdom for the week: Conjure the spirit of Jim Morrison and ride the snake. Be at peace, but take up space like a Chieftain warrior.
Published on 6/20/22
Joie de vivre
6/12 - 6/21
Sun in Gemini square Neptune in Pisces
6/16 - 6/21
Venus in Taurus sextile Neptune in Pisces
6/16 - 6/22
Venus in Taurus square Saturn in Aquarius
6/18 - 6/22
Venus in Taurus trine Pluto in Capricorn
Earthy and sensual Venus in Taurus resides in her home garden of delights until the end of the week. I picture her barefoot, wearing a diaphanous white flowing garment as she walks the grounds of her temple, tending to the copious flowering plant, tree, and vegetable life that spills forth in all directions. The air is scented with magnolia and honeysuckle. A warm breeze dances through her hair and golden sunlight shimmers upon her skin. This is where Venus lives. Where her desires take root in body and land. A multi-sensory world of lush satisfaction.
The Sun casts an otherworldly light, bathing her homestead in a dreamy haze of liminal suspension. She finds it hard to focus and is compelled to escape by lounging and daydreaming. She melts into reverie, unsettled yet expectant.
While there have been many parties and pleasures over the past weeks, a sobering presence looms nearby. Venus knows she must leave soon. Mercury has sent message that they eagerly await her arrival. But first, she has work to do. Saturn beckons her to get it together. She has responsibilities and a list of tasks to complete. The question is, how will she use the energy of this imminent square to stern Saturn? Venus likes to take her time these days, but the hourglass is draining. Saturn, now retrograde, has taken a bird's-eye view and is reevaluating the past several months and making adjustments to his master plan. Both parties dwell in their respective domiciles and are dignified. Neither wants to budge.
Venus understands that something has got to give. She must be flexible, especially if she wants to thrive in Mercury's domain in the coming weeks. It's time to get serious about matters of the heart, body, relationships, and finances. Time to curb spending and identify whom she wants to keep in the friend zone and with whom she will share her Netflix password. That waterfall she'd like to install in the back garden may have to wait. It's just not the right time. But the new landscaping friend she has become acquainted with is a keeper, and she may want to get exclusive and put them on retainer. Or perhaps she receives a text from an old flame who’d like to reminisce about the good old days. Regardless, she has her work cut out for her, tidying up and getting the grounds ready and in good shape for her departure.
By the time Venus has satisfied Saturn’s need for order and form, the Plutonic impulse to dig deep and experience the subterranean layers of connection, attraction, self-sufficiency, and empowerment enters the picture. She may even get a message of encouragement or an enticing offer from a powerful ally. After all that hard work, Venus basks in the literal fruits of her success. Her joie de vivre reignited, she invites the locals over for an exquisite impassioned farewell feast, the last hurrah before jetting to Mercurys' lair.
Star Wisdom for the week: Don't cut corners while taking care of business. Do it right. Do it clean. Spend time in the garden, commune with nature. Throw a Venusian themed solstice party, invite the locals.
Published on 6/13/22
Sun in Gemini square Neptune in Pisces
6/16 - 6/21
Venus in Taurus sextile Neptune in Pisces
6/16 - 6/22
Venus in Taurus square Saturn in Aquarius
6/18 - 6/22
Venus in Taurus trine Pluto in Capricorn
Earthy and sensual Venus in Taurus resides in her home garden of delights until the end of the week. I picture her barefoot, wearing a diaphanous white flowing garment as she walks the grounds of her temple, tending to the copious flowering plant, tree, and vegetable life that spills forth in all directions. The air is scented with magnolia and honeysuckle. A warm breeze dances through her hair and golden sunlight shimmers upon her skin. This is where Venus lives. Where her desires take root in body and land. A multi-sensory world of lush satisfaction.
The Sun casts an otherworldly light, bathing her homestead in a dreamy haze of liminal suspension. She finds it hard to focus and is compelled to escape by lounging and daydreaming. She melts into reverie, unsettled yet expectant.
While there have been many parties and pleasures over the past weeks, a sobering presence looms nearby. Venus knows she must leave soon. Mercury has sent message that they eagerly await her arrival. But first, she has work to do. Saturn beckons her to get it together. She has responsibilities and a list of tasks to complete. The question is, how will she use the energy of this imminent square to stern Saturn? Venus likes to take her time these days, but the hourglass is draining. Saturn, now retrograde, has taken a bird's-eye view and is reevaluating the past several months and making adjustments to his master plan. Both parties dwell in their respective domiciles and are dignified. Neither wants to budge.
Venus understands that something has got to give. She must be flexible, especially if she wants to thrive in Mercury's domain in the coming weeks. It's time to get serious about matters of the heart, body, relationships, and finances. Time to curb spending and identify whom she wants to keep in the friend zone and with whom she will share her Netflix password. That waterfall she'd like to install in the back garden may have to wait. It's just not the right time. But the new landscaping friend she has become acquainted with is a keeper, and she may want to get exclusive and put them on retainer. Or perhaps she receives a text from an old flame who’d like to reminisce about the good old days. Regardless, she has her work cut out for her, tidying up and getting the grounds ready and in good shape for her departure.
By the time Venus has satisfied Saturn’s need for order and form, the Plutonic impulse to dig deep and experience the subterranean layers of connection, attraction, self-sufficiency, and empowerment enters the picture. She may even get a message of encouragement or an enticing offer from a powerful ally. After all that hard work, Venus basks in the literal fruits of her success. Her joie de vivre reignited, she invites the locals over for an exquisite impassioned farewell feast, the last hurrah before jetting to Mercurys' lair.
Star Wisdom for the week: Don't cut corners while taking care of business. Do it right. Do it clean. Spend time in the garden, commune with nature. Throw a Venusian themed solstice party, invite the locals.
Published on 6/13/22