Free Beneath the Surface; Jacques Cousteau and Scorpio Season

Metaphorcast 10/25-31, 2021

Scuba diving pioneer, filmmaker and inventor, Jacques Yves Cousteau fell in love with the sea.  His ambition was to be a pilot, but his learning was interrupted by an automobile accident.  Part of his rehabilitation involved swimming in the sea.  And that’s when he found his raison d’etre.

 He said, “The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

In this last week of October, the air is foggy, saturated with mist, ocean-like and mysterious.  Jack-o-lanterns appear on doorsteps like sea urchins on the floor of the sea.  Scorpio Season has just begun with strange sights to be treasured by everyone.

You know what question the trick or treaters will ask.  But do you know who’s behind your own mask?  Or his mask or her mask?  Beneath the surfaces?  Beneath the words?  

Cousteau famously said, “From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.”  Scorpio is this essence exactly; a freedom that only exists beneath the surfaces. 

Imagination comes alive at Halloween, an ocean for everyone to behold.  As we sink below the surface of what is usually deemed acceptable, robot cats eat peanut butter cups for dinner and nobody is alarmed by distant cackling.  

And now let’s come back to that question we asked; who is it behind your mask?

Beneath the surfaces, real motives swim like fish.  Whole schools of motives, not yet identified by science, not yet even considered in your conscious mind.  Motives that are only glimpsed in strange moments, or dreams.  

This week. Mars, the planet of motivation will be squaring Pluto, the planet of hidden motivation.  You must ask yourself;  is your day-to-day will even the least bit aware of your hidden will?  Have you given yourself permission to shake off the gravity of your perceived situation for enough of a minute to feel the freedom in discovering what might swim beneath the surface?  Who knows, you may catch a glimpse of some very interesting, highly motivated fish!   

Happy Halloween and 

As always,

Happy astro pondering! 

A new documentary on Jacques Cousteau hit theatres last week!  I can’t wait to check it out.

https://films.nationalgeographic.com/becoming-cousteau

Metaphorcast 12/7-13, 2020

Wings are things for bugs bats and birds, but they are also for hearts, souls, minds and words! Wings have always been waiting in the wings, so to speak, persuading our senses to hunger for peaks.  Peaks of experience, when all is affirmed, lucid mountain-top-moments where true wealth is learned.

William Blake famously said, “No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.”

With Sagittarius’ totem planet in Capricorn, the sign of authenticity, and conjunct Saturn, the author of authenticity itself, there is extra attention to the authentic integrity of these wings.  Pluto has been nearby as well for quite some time, as a stirring of kundalini enlivens these wings. And don’t tell me that you have no wings, I’ll just refer you straight to Muhammad Ali who said, “The man who has no imagination has no wings.”

What are these wings of yours that vibrate to such a particular voice, and animates a world of choice, appealing to those higher ceilings, and cheering on those freeing feelings.

Peter Pan and Mary Poppins seem to agree that the secret of flight lies in the heart’s delight.

What are these wings, and what song must they sing?  What heights of true home claim these wings as our own?  As the artist William Holman Hunt said, “The door of he human heart, can only be opened from the inside.”

Mercury, with winged sandals and winged helmet, flies in the upward nitrogen-rich air of Sagittarius.  Approaching a square with Neptune the God of the Sea, he expands his zest for higher ceilings, to incorporate delicacies of ephemeral feelings. Perception is gleaming with the phenomena of sun mixed with sea.  Rimbaud’s sense of eternity.

Venus in Scorpio, in a dramatic state, awakening like she did when she first met the snake.  Have her senses been dormant?  Has her pleasure been sleeping?  Higher ceilings in question, fuller senses are creeping, upward as pre-flowering roots.

At the hub of this spirit to fly and soar, travels Mars in Aries, as the Will gets restored.  The precious Will, with such high determination.  Awakened senses and commitment to creation.  

Uranus in Taurus- waking up a natural instinct, of flight through delight.

Neptune in Pisces, in dreams we reunite with our wings- but only with some deliberate intent.

The Moon

The Moon begins the week waning into it’s 4th quarter in Virgo, the simple maiden of leisure and cultivation.  In practical-Moon-fashion, she nudges us towards new habits, that favor these Sagittarian instincts.  With a nurturing humm, she cultivates the treasures that put horse power in our soul;  Laughter, anticipation, elevation, and the appetite for learning.

By mid-evening on Tuesday, she continues to wane now into Libra, and there is at last air in the sky.  The air of what’s fair, in both sense of the word.  The balance and also the beauty of a bird.

The Sun, near perceptive Mercury, comes into an exact square with Neptune Wednesday.  Look a moment longer in any place that glimmers, feel in your heart a true signature of shimmer.  

By later evening Thursday, a Scorpio Moon continues to slighten- and an earth magic is heightened.  The next day the Sun goes into trine with Mars, carpe that diem for it truly is ours.  Just like those vital things that give life to our wings- Be wakeful today, in the Warrior’s way.

The Scorpio Moon grins slimmer through Saturday.  Slighter still by evening, as into Sagittarius it slips- to be New on Monday for a Full Solar Eclipse!  

Unless you are in South America you won’t see it- but nonetheless- quite an event is headed our way!  A mystifying sky, prompting that question of why?  An upcoming wonder, who’s skies we stand under.  

A staggering phenomenon to behold, seemingly unreal, yet governed by natural laws.  Writer philosopher, Colin Wilson believed that peak experiences are also governed by natural laws.  Laws that govern the structure of our consciousness.  Are positive responses more intentional than negative ones?  Can an active and purposive state of mind help you, in Wilson’s words, “sense the magnetic north of [your] existence”?   

In the Season of the horse, this is the course.  An altitude of attitude aiming straight for the source.  Lucid-mountain-top moments, when all is affirmed, to be honored in memory as true wealth that’s been learned.

As always, happy astro pondering!