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!

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