Metaphorcast 11/30-12/6, 2020

A Full Moon eclipse crowns the last day of November, dazzling in Gemini before the start of December.  

Gemini sparkles with reflection of thought. The flint of the fire, and all we’ve been taught.  Sparkling and glittering for centuries back- sensing a freedom and enlarging the crack, so more creativity can leak in, and keep us on track.

The archer pulls back the string of his bow.  The arrow in flight shows the way life likes to grow.

From his book, The Phenomenon of Man, Teilhard de Chardin says this of Man’s true place in evolution: “Man is not the center of the universe as we once thought in our simplicity, but something much more wonderful- the arrow pointing the way to the final unification of the world in terms of life.  Man alone constitutes the last-born, the freshest, the most complicated, the most subtle of all the successive layers of life.”

Sagittarius, the Season we are in right now, is that very arrow.  The life of life itself, and it’s direction of growth.

With love, the future sets us free!  The distant future, and the one of immediacy.  In a world where nothing is static- the question does become, in which direction are you moving, and from where have you come?  This is a question that can be asked at any given moment. 

Sagittarius Season is bubbling with an effervescense, spreading with delightful incandescense, to remind us of our truest essence.  Outward on streets, lights spring up as expected, inward a fire glows warm with direction.  

Mercury will be in the deepest degrees of Scorpio on Monday, for the Gemini Full Moon eclipse.  Gemini rules the hands.  Teilhard de Chardin says that our arms became free, so we could hold our hands to our face, with narrower eyes, we could percieve what we hold in front of us- and thus, reflective thought was born.  He says “Man came silently into this world”. 

The next day, as December begins, the trickster goes into Sagittarius, with a growing confidence.  The trickster realizes he holds the keys, his hands are free, like the sky and the sea.  

Venus, the love goddess stirs in Scorpio.  She overhears the trickster’s epiphany, and creates a stormy, passionate symphony.  Seeing her gifts of art and love, as the fire that holds everything together from above.  She breathes in the sweetness of a vibrant red rose, from her delicate hands, the whole world she does hold.

Mars moving onward in Aries in an epic voyage that’s lasted half a year!  His lovers tune seducing his soul, freeing his vibrations to a place that is bold.  As Robert Frost said, “Freedom lies in being bold.”

Jupiter moving away from Pluto and into a tighter conjunction with Saturn, in Capricorn, in tension with Aries’ fire.  The strategy of caution serving hope in a most noble of ways.  We’ve learned so much in these past few hundred days.

Uranus in Taurus- the evolution of nature, becoming more natural, to reflect on

Neptune in Pisces- the dream in the Seasonal archer’s heart- As Ralph Waldo Emerson said “we aim above the mark to hit the mark.”

The Moon 

The Moon as mentioned will be Full in Gemini at the beginning of the week, the sign of the hands, Aristotle’s “tool of tools”.  Evidence of Sagittarian spirit shimmer in the stone carvings of the ancient world, at the skill of ancient hands.  

Full Moons are nights of illumination.  

As Langston Hughes said 

“I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind-

And see that my own hands

can make

The world that’s in my mind.”

In the later hours of Tuesday night she wanes gibbous in Cancer, her true habitat of Moon.  Bears are beginnng to head to their caves, light is dwindling in the days.  In the flourescence of the Horse’s Season, a Cancer Moon is a perfect reason, to find some Hooga with dimmed down lights.  Store some power in the soul’s delight!

Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday host a Leo Moon, and the atmosphere is full of fire.  The fire of expression!  The radiant life of love.  In our upward flight that moves to the right, who can push aside this Eternal delight.  As Venus comes into trine with all encompassing Neptune, echoes of the Four Tops ring out into the ether- Reach out.. 

By Sunday afternoon, a Virgo Moon wanes on- in the spirit of learning, and the ever-in-motion weaving of the imagination with experience.  

In which direction are you going, and where are you coming from?

Contemplate, on this Virgo Moon.

Remind yourself of just how great

is this ability to contemplate

to draw something close and then 

set your eyes on the distance

to feel evolution at work

in your very existence!

As always, happy astro pondering!

Metaphorcast 11/23-29, 2020

Over the weekend we had a Seasonal shift, from Scorpio’s realm to Sagittarius’ lift.  What did we learn in the profound outerbounds, in the deep zone of our bones where truth hangs around?  What comes next?  After an encounter with such mystery?

French surrealist artist Yves Klein said, “At first there is nothing, then there is a profound nothingness, after that a blue profundity.”

At the age of 19 Klein and his two friends, the artist Arman and composer Claude Pascal, lay on a beach in Southern France.  They decided to divide the world between themselves.  Pascal chose words, Arman chose the Earth, and Klein chose the sky.  

What ensued was a life-long obsession and devotion to the color blue.  Signing the sky with his hand, he committed to a quest to reach the far side of the infinite.  He saw that unlike other colors that arouse specific associative ideas, blue at most suggests the sea and sky, and thus is “beyond dimension.”

Sagittarius Season celebrates this sense of blue.  Beyond dimension.  A place to dream, and feel a full sense of vitality.  Though it’s true that November is known more for it’s falling temperature, the horse insists on acknowledging this place of blue space; this high of open sky.

Goethe, in his theory of colors, saw the blue sky to be the darkness of space, lit up by the presence of sunlight in our atmosphere.  The deep space of beyond lit up before our eyes, with each waking day under the blue of the skies.  But what of the deep space that exists from within, does it too become lightened,  a blue sky built-in?

An inner blue sky, lightened with optimism, hope and acknowledgment.  Beyond just a knowing, a showing of knowing. 

You know the music is good, from the depths of the dark, but nodding your head acknowledges this spark.  That joke is funny says the depths of you, but laughing acknowledges this fact to be true!  Darkness made light, in the truth of the blue.  From knowledge to acknowledgment, a major breakthrough!

With Thanksgiving on thursday, acknowledgment will rise, with appreciation to those we have loved for so long.  The spirit of appreciation, the sweetest of songs. William James saw the craving of appreciation to be the deepest principle of human nature.  Be generous with it in this skyward Season.  

The planets are short on air this week.  Social and connected air.  Holidays for most will be celebrated remote.  With both Mercury and Venus in Scorpio, communication and relating is not short on depth.  Over the phone or online, connection is primed, to make up for these distances of space and timezone, with a sense of belonging, Scorpio’s powerful lodestone.  And even if no socialization occurs, tune into a place, that makes your blood stir. Earth magic abounds from its depths and yours too, from a profound nothingness to the profundity of blue! 

Venus will oppose the great awakener Uranus in the bountiful earth of Taurus.  William Blakes thankful receiver who “bears a plentiful harvest.”

Mars moving onward from the middle of Aries, no other direction better for such energy.  Must be the Season of the horse, with those wide open plains, the galvanized Will grips gladly the reigns!  

Ready to check him are Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn, who continue in Capricorn a most hyper-real pattern.  Empowered hope and strong practicality, looming threats and good news in the same actuality.  As Robert Frost said, “the best way out is always through.”

Neptune in Pisces, the sea-chariot that navigates a blue inner-sky.

The Moon

The Moon begins the week waxing gibbous in the later degrees of Pisces.  Saturated with imaginative potential, be open to nuance, suggestion and subtlety- new roads of dreams are paved with discovery!

On Tuesday, original day of Mars, she will grow into Aries by mid morning.  In the Season of Blue skies, a redness bursts forth.  The connection of action to a home-base of hearth.  As Rainer Maria Rilke wrote, “All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.”

This kindred fire of Moonlight grows through most of Thanksgiving day.  Big and bold this Aries Moon, singing in red a mysterious tune; of memory, family, belonging and desire.  Towards what does your wolf-like yearning aspire?  Joyce Carol Oates called the blood “memory without language.”

By Friday as Venus receives her strongest electric wave from Uranus, the Moon, moving into luxurious Taurus, wants in on the act.  A sensual relaxing yet altogether lively signature, much like the way Goethe described the color blue.  In his words, “This color has a peculiar and almost indescribable effect on the eye.  As a hue it is powerful- but it is on the negative side, and in its highest purity is, as it were, a stimulating negation.  Its appearance, then, is a kind of contradiction between excitement and repose.”

Perhaps it is this blue energy that prompts Neptune to finally station to move direct, on Saturday, after nearly 5 months of retrograde.  The stimulating negation, the effortless creation, of a dream.

By Sunday midday she waxes extremely gibbous in Gemini, and there is at last, air in the planetary line-up.  Perspective and ease of rationality, a lightness perhaps or just some good old fashioned fresh air.  She moves towards being not only a Full Moon, but a Full Moon Lunar Eclipse, in sparkling Gemini, the dance of the Twins.  This event will be exact the following Monday, at 4 am, so both nights will be excellent opportunities to view it.  

As a Lunar Eclipse, the earth will be in between the Sagittarian Sun and the Gemini Moon, casting an earth Shadow, darkening the light, likely casting a coppery-red tone.  In the Season of lightened darkness, we have a darkened brightness.  The Twins laugh with delight.   Use the youthful energy of Gemini Moonbeams, to acknowledge possibilities that are yet to be seen.  Shine the light on just one and create something new.  And Gemini loves words, especially the ones that need to be heard.  Acknowledge another, with a kind-hearted word, it may kindle music from happiness’ blue bird.  

From granted to gracious, life gets more spacious.  

Yves Klein wrote his name on the sky, painting monochrome surfaces to see with his own eyes- an “absolute freedom”  (his words exact).  For the horse, it’s a wide open space that attracts.

As always, happy astro pondering

Metaphorcast 11/16-22, 2020

Abe Lincoln said “Important principles may, and must, be inflexible.”

As thinking and social creatures, we are often reminded of the merits of a flexible mind.  It is good to be open minded, and curious about another viewpoint, and willing to learn from others as well as our mistakes.

Its good to be flexible in body- and grab a stretch where we can, take in some yoga or a brisk walk in the Autumn air.

But flexibility ceases to be of value when it comes to our principles.  For any progress to be made, principles are to be fixed upon a north star of truth.  As Henry Ward Beecher said “We cannot afford to build on the shifting sands.”

True to form, this Scorpio Season has been intense with passion.  The Seasonal planet Pluto has been in Capricorn since 2008, and will continue its voyage until 2024.  The profound realizations of Pluto has a generational impact, as a deep sense of knowing slowly grows.  Capricorn is the most inflexible sign of the zodiac.   The Sea Goat strives to secure our principles, and see them rooted in a real place of truth.  Principles must be strong just like our bones, like the ancient Pyramids made out of stone!

And its not enough just to know our principles.  As children of the Sun we must love them as well.  They must be built into our hearts, and give coherence to our lives. And this too isn’t enough, we must then go on to build these loving principles into the hearts of our children.  As FDR said, “We cannot always build the future for our youth but we can build our youth for the future.”

Within our fabulous inflexible bones there exists a strange and mysterious zone, where our very blood is born again new, in the depths of our bones, where we know what rings true. This is the space of Scorpio, oh what a season it’s been.  Come the weekend we’ll shift into a more spirited light, the blood becomes trained to be strong and fight.  In the Thymus, the Thumos, Plato’s spirited white horse; the energy of hope, a strong electrified force!  

What truth became clear in this Scorpio Season.  Will it give spirit to Thumos in this New Horsey Season?

Those inflexible bones, the backbone of integrity.  A most welcoming wholeness and strong undividedness.  A spirited hopeful and thoughtful uprightedness.  In the Aquarian-age, the body part of the ankles truly comes into light.  Beyond an instinctive kick that found its way in the womb, the Aquarian-ruled ankles support us, when that early-life magic moment is right.  To take a chance, stand and walk upright.

The torch of the Sun will be passed from truth-seeking Scorpio into the lift off of Sagittarius’ strong fiery spirit come the weekend.  There two respective planets at last separating, as Jupiter moves onward away from Pluto.  Guided by profound and spirited connection to principle.  Moving on and up. 

Mercury, the thinking planet, in the throws of Scorpio, and opposite the Great Awakener Uranus.  Seeing in the dark, yet with the Promethean light, of foresight and awareness.

Venus in the latest degrees of Libra, and receiving squares aspects from Pluto Jupiter and Saturn in Capricorn.  A sense of fairness and rest coming only with a clarification of principle.  As the poet Gwendolyn Brooks wrote “We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude, and bond.”

By the Weekend, with that new Sagittarian Sun, she’ll rebirth into Scorpio, with a glow that will stun.  

Mars at last stationed to move direct- after a two-month-long retrograde.  Forward movement coming slow sure and steady – authentic like gold, in a holding heart, the genius of bold and the instinct to start.

Neptune in Pisces, John Keat’s unheard melodies sweeter than those that are heard.

The Moon

The Moon begins the week growing eagerly in the later degrees of Sagittarius.  A preview of the incoming Season.  A mood that hardly needs a reason to feel that magical spark of hope.  When from the flint the spark is free, it takes on it’s horsey tendencies, to run wild with zest in a fire-blast of spirit- dashing in a distance so vast, can you hear it?

By Tuesday late morning she’s still young in first quarter, in Capricorn, those dear principles that give your life order! A time opportune to commune with this mood- William Wordsworth’s “Inward eye/ The bliss of solitude.”  

By Thursday later afternoon she grows on in Aquarius- just to make sure that the last days of Scorpio are to the backdrop of a mood of Freedom-seeking.  Are any more foundations in need of a shaking?  Anything deep down inside still a-quaking?  Bob Dylan’s ghost of electricity howling in the bones of her face- let it revive and find a new open space!

With bold electricity the Aquarius Moon welcomes in the new Sagittarian Sun King on Saturday late afternoon.  Zeus abounds with lighting bolt in hand, applauding our spirits as they expand.  A brand new day in every way.  From depths to the heights, the true to the blue.  

By late evening, a Pisces Moon grows with finesse, with sweet unheard melody that yearns to express- a wholeness of spirit in these upright of creatures, as artists and scientists, lovers and teachers!

As always, happy astro pondering!

Metaphorcast 11/9-15, 2020

Into the umbra of the umbra we go, as the Season progresses in Scorpio.  Passions run hot as fiery stars as Pluto squares both Venus and Mars.  Pluto, Scorpio’s planet, on the outer bounds of our solar system, lives in the shadows as books won’t even list him.  His other location is so deep down inside, that integrity crumbles if he’s too long denied.  He is the pre-life of life and it’s regeneration, the wakeful hum of a lively vibration.

Venus and Mars traveling as true opposites now, in their native signs of Libra and Aries.  In their polarity, they evoke a fight for peace.  Venus paints a concept of rest, and fairness, in the sweeps of the horizon for all to see and behold.  Mars reddens the blood with instinct to take risks and go forth in the name of what was beheld in that horizon.  Passions are unleashed.  Unhinged. 

Galileo Galilei called Passion “the genesis of genius”.  Voltaire said it was “the winds which fill the sails of the vessel”.  Van Gogh said that he “would rather die of passion than of boredom.”

Van Gogh’s passion burned bright, as a painter and seer, but it also propelled him to cut of his ear!  For balance in times of a passionate season, its good to make room for the role of reason! 

Benjamin Franklin said “If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.”  Spirited Jupiter and rule-abiding Saturn join Pluto in Capricorn’s pragmatic gift of reason.  This is the sign that knows how to steer, making sure that our passions don’t lopsidedly veer.  With reason on our side, passion maintains its stride.  As Emerson said “passion though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.”

The trickster of mind, Mercury, moves into the Seasonal vortex of Scorpio on Tuesday after a heady trek in Libra.  Seeing now is more infrared-based, like the night vision of cats.  We steer with poise and mysterious confidence.

Uranus in real and texturized Taurus, the Aquarian Age will not be trivialized.

Neptune in Pisces trines our Seasonal Sun, the heart of the dreamer in everyone, the pre-life of life and its regeneration.

The Moon

The Moon begins the week in Virgo, waning crescent with maturity.  Her spirit of improvement channeling the fires of passion into an avenue of strategy.  A moonlit path for her bare feet to touch.

By Wednesday she wanes slighter in Libra, tipping the scales of passion towards the scales itself, that world of otherness.  More you less me, but in you I see, me in ways I could not before see!  As Rimbaud said “I is another.”

By Friday midday, she wanes on into Scorpio, where she will vanish as New in the earliest hours of Sunday morning.  As the tides rise she deepens into her treasured abyss.  The umbra of the umbra, the prelife of life and its regeneration.  The stardust that makes the life of a nation.  Who’s passions collide like the stars in the sky, the same stars that a captain must fix his eye.  

The very next day Mars at last moves direct- full speed ahead and all hands on deck!

The Moon will wax crescent in Sagittarius by midday Sunday.  The thinnest smile in the sky hinting at the power of optimism.  A sturdy optimism, pragmatically wed, between passion and reason, the heart and the head.  

As always, happy astro pondering!

Metaphorcast 11/2- 11/8, 2020

November has begun with the thinning of the Sun.  The gloaming of a very strange year, what new new normals might appear? 

This week marks a sweep of change- a tango of the normal and the strange.  Over the weekend we changed the sequence of time, setting our clocks back before to bed we climbed.  The birth of daylight’s extra hour, puts 60 more minutes in your power, to get out there and cast your vote, but like many others you may have voted remote!  Which in case, good for you!  As Thomas Jefferson said, “We do not have government by the majority, we have government by the majority who participate.”

Changes of time and changes of government- two structures of order changing within days of each other.  Scorpio, the current Sun-King, is delighted.  The tango of order and change lies at the core of it’s dark matter heart, as does the waltz of normal and strange.  Ray Bradbury said, “Time is strange and life is twice as strange.” 

Normal and strange, order and change.  The renewal from that which is rearranged.

In the Season of change-relishing Scorpio, its totem planet, Pluto, continues a long journey through the atmosphere of Capricorn, the sign of time, order and normalcy.  As we know, normalcy is now something new.  Jupiter and Saturn are also in Capricorn- bringing in themes of hope and structure.  What structures might we hope to see emerge as new, in your personal life as well as in the world?  How can we bring these structures into existence?   

Socrates said “The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.”  Bucky Fuller’s idea was to “build a new model that makes the old one obsolete”.  

Mars, Scorpio’s other totem planet, is championing the “new”, in Aries, the dawn of a new day.  What new worths have been unearthed that you’d like to pursue?  What rings out in the dark as profoundly true?  A blueprint of that model new, to build and put your energy into!  And don’t limit yourself to what you see as possible.  Use the full power of the Scorpio’s  strange quantum-verse.  Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.  Mark Twain saw this to be true because “Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities [and] Truth isn’t.  

Mercury, the planet of perception moves direct on Tuesday, election day, in social-minded Libra.  Forward with decisive social action.  

Venus also in Libra- making absolutely sure that you are a part of this process!  Participating, in the life of change and order.  As Pete Seeger said, “Participation- it’s what’s gonna save the human race.”

Uranus the planet of future in bountiful-building Taurus.  Building that new model that makes the old one obsolete.

Neptune in Pisces- the emergence of truth in a sea of darkness.  

The Moon

The Moon will begin the week big in Gemini, a curious mood thirsty for new information.  Your clock may set itself back, but don’t rely much more on autopilots- a curious mood requires engagement! 

By early evening on Wednesday she continues her gibbous wane into Cancer, the sign of response.  To respond to change as an explorer of that dark matter- seeking the true in the strange- the profound in the outer bounds.  The poet Paul Valery saw this type of exploration to be philosophy’s purpose; “to return from the familiar to the strange and, in the strange to confront the real.”

By the weekend a Leo Moon wanes into its 4th quarter, playful and spontaneous.  Its getting late in the year, and winter will soon be here.  Leo Moons inspire self-creation, to which maturity bears much relation.  To mature is to, in the words of philosopher Henri Bergson “go on creating oneself endlessly.”  

Order and change, normal and strange, preserving each other with progressive exchange.  In participating we anticipate

the mountain range of the Aquarian Age!

As always, happy astro pondering!