Water Bearing: an Aquarian Sun
The Sun is in Aquarius, mid winter here in the North Hemisphere,a fixed sign and a fixed weather pattern (such as it is), and the water bearer takes front and center in the collective experience. If we could all find the honorable Aquarian qualities of Gunga din, the bhisti from Rudyard Kipling’s poem by the same name, the world would certainly be in a better place. Aquarian qualities such as commitment to tribe, service to a cause, emotional detachment, offering love, and the everlasting search and work towards a more innovative and improved society to name but a few.
A bhisti is a water bearer in the general Indian sub-continent. Fittingly and Aquarian, the word is derived from the Persian bhist meaning paradise, and associated with the water bearers in honor of the sensation of paradise that their offering provides. The bhisti are less prevalent in our more modern age as India develops more organized water provisions, however, they can still be found at ceremonies, festivals, or any type of gathering where water is a necessity in the sweltering Indian heat and difficult to provide.
While their station seems low, the bhisti themselves claim to be the descendants of an old Hindu class of warriors the Rajput. Gunga din is a great example of the possibilities of this claim as he appears in Kipling’s poem as courageous and bold, strong and faithful. A warrior with only a skin of water in horrid World War 1 battles raging all around him, steadfast, humble, observant, seemingly unaffected by the dangers and depravity. This is Aquarius in action.
Gunga din was not treated well to say the least. He was verbally abused, fetishiesed by ignoratn, bigoted British soldiers, beaten and tortured. He was clearly not compensated well, if at all, for his service as he was in rags that barely covered his body and he was constantly in danger, never far from the soldiers he was duty bound to serve. Gunga din contained his emotions, like the water in his pouch, hugged the front lines, and offered love to his last breath. This is Aquarius in action.
Gunga din ate pebbles for breakfast that day. Water bearers are tough like that. They have this amazing ability to put their own weighty and weary burden aside and manage to summon the strength to continue helping the ones within reach. Gunga din manages to nurture his own torturer with strength and compassion until his last breath. This is Aquarius in action.
A guy who works as a public school teacher and two women, a therapist and an aide, went to work wishing peace and tranquility on a Friday and found turmoil and angst. Injured, mislead, abused, and anxiety ridden (good hearted) teenagers were falling apart. The crew came together, forgot their own comfort to find whatever multitude of ways they could dream or imagine, to save the minds, hearts, and departments of these troubled sad teenagers in a high school class. This is Aquarius in action.
What stories do you have to tell? What scenes of service, without thought or burden, were displayed in your walk through another day? What inspirations have you drawn or epiphanies have you witnessed in others? What dream of a better world, a better way to do this thing (Oh yeah, I forgot, there is Lasqueti!) have you daydreamed, bantered about, or seen in action? This is the time to be aware and witness to those examples and to take whatever small or large part you may play.
Also this month:
Mercury: stations direct 1/25/16 and enters Aquarius on Valentine's Day
Venus: Changes signs 3 times! 1/24/16 ingress Capricorn, 2/17/16 ingress Aquarius
Ceres: ingress Pisces 1/29/16
New Moon Aquarius: 2/8/16
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Monthly Horoscopes: The Aquarian Sun
Mnemosyne’s quest is ongoing and the roman gods don’t ever get ill when they spend time with a searcher on a hill ringed in scarlet fire.This is the dark time. Did you feel any bias from that? That’s always one of the most important questions at any turn, any twist, any quest of this life. The dark time is as necessary as the light time, there wouldn’t be any sense in existence if light always won out, darkness would give up seeing no sense in competing. So the dark time is as integrally important as the light, and this is the time to investigate that inner landscape. Your will is there, your drive to experience and feel even a fleeting sense of understanding with that experience and, with just a glimpse, you can radiate something solemn and important to the collective. You have an important message this month, something deep and relevant, but you must join with your shadow, deeply and intimately, to be receptive to the message.
A new idea from the temple that houses your secrets, ever so gently: the best is here and now, never yet to be, there’s nothing to yearn for, there’s nothing to see or be. A great deal of empowerment stands behind you this month to make subtle or grand changes in your reality conceptions. The question may be how much is needed and how much you can fit. It’s bit of a trip through the Sun in Aquarius as Venus (you in this sense) changes signs 3 times in the quest. That’s twice through the 29th degree (anaretic = quite potent), first of Sagittarius and then of Capricorn, so there’s something that seems important to accomplish, something to forge in the way that you value. Most likely you're keen to your own net worth but this may have more to do with your assessment of others, and so it just might take an adjustment in the way that you understand your truths. Nothing is certain no matter how solid they may seem, everything is buzzing and shaking like bees in a bag.
A silver toed dancer sprang out of a cake for the president of the united state, who was the only one left after the commissioners deleted the directions for testing whether anything mattered. He’s waiting in another dimension until someone figures out what to do. What’s an imagination for if not to run wild. This is not an era that exemplifies the daydreamer, the visionary, the idealist so well, but who is the time to tell you what to do? Dream big and dream wild for the truth is there is little truth the discern, however, there are many stories to tell and it seems you’ve been considering one or two of late. Let those stories unfold how they will, without resistance or judgment, play your part as you see best, and leave the rest to others. Meanwhile attune to principles and methods that bring you closer to something that calms your mind and keeps a pleasant rhythm in kind. Something that feels like god. Acts that feel religious, ceremonial. Make it a journey. A quest for spirit or lunch with the Muses and Alan Watts.
The apples are only half eaten in eden, so there’s still some debauch to be had on this walk through the devil’s den. Pull up a chair and a raven will sing to you the hymn of eternity on just such a whim, for any good raven knows that there are many things to learn from sinking into the core of something deemed bad. Whoever came up with these definitions of good and bad and placed them in you is tugging at your shirtail and beckoning you back but you stand at a crossroads with all of that. You have a clear path to self fulfillment and have the will to create, however scary and weighty it may have seemed of late. Lightness will come, like a feather drifting, and though the position at contact with the nearest obstacle is unknown, your faith is stronger, and has yet still grown.
Play is at the heart of your desire and there's every reason to give in to that desire this month as the play may possess magical moments of awareness. Lovers come and go like a revolving door but love is everything and it's at the core of every atom. Realize this and you may just learn the art of patience and solitude rather than the bellowing of bombastic platitudes that sometimes bind you to contracts that you too late realize had parameters that you do not wish to attend. Think of it as stories that are being told, a chapter here, a page break there, unfolding with each turn of the page. Enter into the story your character as fits, but don't mistake the mask for your essence. You're so much more and yet so much less, you're just here to fit in the costume as best as can be, but it's a game and a sham, and can be full of glee. Let it be.
The lazy ones are like the devil, not because they’re evil, oh contraire, it’s more like because they are simpatico in their dose of bureaucratic bullshit that they can take and leaving that behind to do the dirty, but fun, work is the route they like to take. If you’re on a path of gaining insights, and being aware, of the ways in which you grow and change, which I’m sure you are, then you know quite well that this year has peaked a curious poignancy in you mind. There’s something to learn here already about your essential self, how you conceive of that certain “you” (the famous I ), how you work with it but even more important how you play. Sex is play. It’s great fun and it’s a shame when it can;t be expressed as it wishes when it wishes. One revelation that might come to pass is an image of what inside that holds you back from expressing something unique unfettered and unchained. Give it room to maneuver and just observe and ponder.
An androgynous couple gets married in a courthouse while the lawyers, judges, and politicians (yes, even the ones who are portrayed as the good guys), frantically attempt to find a law that forbids this. Can this much sex be allowed? after much discussion and some heated debates a peace will enter the scene and a calmer, saner sense of control will prevail. See, the couple has no interest in marriage per se, not the kind that requires permission, papers, and stamps of approval. They're way beyond that. What they were interested in was seeing how much of a reaction there would be and if any of the collective would ravenously search the depths of their souls for the biases they own. Just as there are moves to have people turn in old cars, guns, and other such undesired (by the above trio in the judge's chambers) items, the androgynous lovers will take any old beliefs and biases for free and safe disposal. They are rabid for them at this time.
It's glorious day on the planet naboo so grab a bag of apples and cherries and sit under a willow tree while wildflowers run wistfully through the breeze. Dip your feet in the water and at dusk go to the hot pools and sink into the faery queen's abyss. Down there at cauldrons canyon you will meet many searchers and seers and have many mad adventures that will put to rest any thinking of tinkering with time. You've learned more than most of late the use and challenges of time, heck you may have come to the realization that there is no time, but regardless, you understand your place in things much better now. Now it's time to use that awareness to your advantage and act while the energy is in you. You are the reason everything exists. Everything is the reason why you exist. Jump into the groove of reciprocity and you will be rewarded tenfold.
So what if man goes the way of the dodo bird, consciousness is not man, it's all a ruse played on the devils plate. Whatever this feeling is you've been trying to capture, to hold so tenderly and carefully, is mirrored in the nature of creation: it's beyond comprehension, it's stranger than you ever imagined. The idea of giving it structure and form is the hardest, and most fleeting job of all, which produces only more ideas that eventually count as old. Your will is at rest, rumbling around with spirits and intangible outlaws for the moment, but it's brewing a new ideal, one that will provide a more flexible appeal, to you and all who you touch and see. Go vertical. Be still with every movement, let every word that passes through your mind be like the wind in the willows. Be like the cottonwood, standing strong, bold, humble; while knowing that at your core is the star that all the clowns will dance around.
Deliver a mighty blow to all who presume to be the ministers of beauty and love by dousing flames and blistering snows onto the heaps of culture’s pile of what it thinks it knows. Standing at the top of a mountain one can see for miles and miles and have an understanding that is happily devoid of desire, and so the clearing out process continues. It seems it will focus on what is most precious and valuable to your deepest, essential essence this month. It also seems that if you can find a peaceful place, somewhere outdoors, and let the day and cultures haze drip away from your shore, that you'll feel just about as perfectly fine as can be. Alone or together it will not matter, for there's something to see in the deep quiet of mind that tells you just when you can let go. Soon again you will find your voice and rejoice at the clarity you feel.
Sinking nearby the amazons basin, a scared old man faces his reflection and stares into his own abyss. Speechless he will become in front of the altar of destiny's rainbow as old friends, old times, utopians gone by, rekindles old flames that leap out of the furnace, and leave him in a daze. The collective unconscious is a powerful and sometimes frightening force to experience and is a good reason why it is so easily denied. Tapping for an instant into that limitless morass also offers inspiration and wonder that can far surpass any natural trepidation that creeps through the eternal unknown. Conscious journeys as such are made often much lighter in the safety and structure of an intentional tribe, so gather your allies, call in your banners, for the ancestors are calling you forward once more.
Alone, one never is, no matter how things seem. Hidden somewhere, if even in a dream, is a hero, a savior, a christ on the pillar, a man on a hill, or a woman in a hut with bottles of potion for every occasion. The secret is that all of the time every one of those manifestations is you. On this occasion, if you should choose to call on the sacred witch, she would likely choose the potion of "domination that calls for a truce". Drink the tea and settle the score and leave off at zero once more, for any such struggles that come through the foggy and challenging nature of love, need mending and peace. We have no choice, little at least, to live this life through mutual interdependence with all, and while it's easy to look away from the pain, to embrace the necessary truth that you see can only bring fortune to we.
The Moon in Pisces
silent mind, pleasant delight, freakish wonder at the starlit night
What is the color of nothingness
that drips from the fountain of youth
so holy in the morning mist
a stag on the hill chases a buttercup for just one more kiss before
the mountain shakes and the leaves rustle
and the teamsters hustle
for their morning brew
Luna makes several aspects today starting just after midnight here in San Francisco when she trines Mars, making for a lovely early evening dream or a roll in arms of a lover, depending on your sleep patterns. Luna then offers deep REM sleep aid when she joins the dreamer of dreams Neptune, in Sagittarius nonetheless, just before dawn breaks. Here’s hoping you have a dream journal nearby.
As the day rolls on, as is so oft the case in a warped and tired culture, things may get a bit more serious, at the very least concrete, as the Moon applies a first quarter square to Saturn. Who’s the boss moment, make it you.
Early evening provides a possible urge to purge as she sextiles Pluto, volcanic emotions for an hour or two and a magnificent series of moments to purge in the best possible ways. Finally, at days end, moving still and as always in partnership with the cosmos, and with all that energy passed through and among the collective, she falls in the arms of the lover of lovers Venus in the late evening wishing all, comfort and goodnight.
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