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What’s Going to Happen with the Eclipse?

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What’s Going to Happen with the Eclipse?

From my Astro perspective eclipses are Faded Events. What are Faded Events? There is somewhat of a strobe light quality where time feels to speed up, though nothing, or very little, is missed in the interstice, those little voids of the spaces between. Interestingly, time feels to speed up in Faded Events, though in actuality I see it as slowing down. Slowing down to sync with the everything of what is happening such that one actually experiences the synapses, too, the space between the notes. And, I see the interstice, the space between the notes, or better the Psychic Synapse as 50% of each neural act. The neuron loads, fires leap-of-faith-style across the synapse. The unseen in the void is 50% of the heart of the matter, and may very well BE the heart of the matter. Then, the neural leap lands on the next neuron, and a connection is made. Then, the unseen heart of the matter from the Unconscious, from the synapse AS the heart of the matter is one-third of the whole deal.

Back to the Eclipse

Back to the Eclipse. With the Eclipse conjunct Uranus in Taurus the status quo opens up, may even tectonically explode with Uranus being the Shaker-Upper. The gloves may be on, though the mask or persona is off. The natural Nature, whatever it is, emerges. Period. You may be surprised. Maybe even terrified at the newness, may even feel blind-sided by it. Though, almost for certain, you will birth something new within that has a Must Urge to be brought into your external reality.

There are lots of butterfly-emerging-from-the-chrysalis indications. Lots of birth metaphors are present in the Eclipse in Taurus. The High Priestess, herself the temple AND that which is within the temple, may be a wondrous ally. Think and feel Pallas~Athena, aka Minerva nestling into your life under Astraea. They are the ultimate strategists. They tend to make Mars’ warring tendencies look like he is playing Tiddly Winks or checkers to their 3-level chess. Use this to make your actions more robust. Use this to discern value by making sure that whatever the heart of the matter is for you is rolled in as the driver for the actions you choose to take, or that occur to you. Being present and unthreatened without explanation are keys here.

Humpty Dumpty comes to mind. And, what will you do with what emerges after any given fall? And, more importantly, how will you facilitate the birth, the post-fall discovery? Humpy Dumpty fell from the wall, though isn’t that where the story really begins? What happens afterwards? What do you make happen? And/or, what simply happens?

Take Care with Uranus Present in the Mix

Take care with creative births in your life today and tomorrow and through the coming week. Odds are, they will stick around to be drivers in the next several years of your life and work. If you work with them like a gardener adjusts the walking path for special, new sprouts from naturalized perennials, you may very well reap wonders in your life in the coming days, weeks, months, and years.

There is a naturalized perennial quality to this Uranian Eclipse in Taurus.

Back to the Births of the Eclipse

~ Do you see the head of your creation crowning? Excellent! Proceed. Don’t waste trouble, and complete the newnesses into being.

~ Is the placenta wrapped around the neck of your new birth? Well, take care to untangle that thing with zeal and haste, though sync with just the right speed as you do. Play well in the sandbox with Uranus to induce the Water Bearer Magician of Aquarius. Nod in your magic as you literally pull the water out of thin air. Literally, be The Magician who pulls water out of thin air. Aquarius is the Water Bearer, though astrologically, it is an Air sign. Dial into the Both~And of that Aquarius quality with Air and Water. Nourish both the breath of life and water of life. Also, take care not to get overwhelmed by FICP. Functionally-Interrelated-Component-Part. There is complexity present. Though, navigate as you mind all the parts as they are interdependent. A change in one will affect a change in another. I suggest to take a nod to this thought: when you move, when you act, inside or out, be aware that when you shift focus you might also change scale. Roll with that.

~ Is your birth breach? Well, stay in there. It’s not birthed until it’s birthed. And, it’s most likely important to complete the birth process. Allow expectations to unfold and reconfigure your priorities. Stay in there and work to bring this new birth into life. The Operating Room may be messy, though your creative birth may thank you both soon and also long from now.

So, What’s Going to Happen with the Eclipse?

With the Eclipse, all in all be your own OB-GYN for your creativity, for your life. And/or be your own Birth Doula to stay in there and assure your births nourish Your Life, Your Way. Respect new ways to develop your growth as newly influenced by what comes into being. You may not know what it is until it’s born. Can you simply, with the Uranian concept of reasons being unreasonable, birth whatever is, and then nurture it into its own robust Nature to inform you differently?

Here’s a Double-Image, Visual Eclipse Story

Here are two images I find resonant with this Eclipse and being comfortable with the beautiful Uranian not-knowing. How do these two visual stories play along in the truth of your birth(s) beyond expectation(s)? How can you incorporate the space between the notes and synapses?

Uranus Breaking Through, Robustly Hatching, from Under Saturn’s Throne,

The Volcano Teaches About This Eclipse

The Volcano.

Its head in the clouds,

continually making new lands when it does,

its feet firmly planted in the abyss.

(paraphrased from The Life of Fire documentary [seen on Amazon Prime rather than PBS])

Inception, first-spark having all of your tools on the ready at your disposal. Head and heart married, so the heart consciously has enough breathing room, so the heart can be buoyant enough to unweight the scale and balance on the Scales of Justice with the feather.

"The Coming of the Faeries." — Inception, first-spark having all of your tools on the ready at your disposal. Head and heart married, so the heart consciously has enough breathing room, so the heart can be buoyant enough to unweight the scale and balance on the Scales of Justice with the feather.

Tarot in the Land of Mystereum

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Daily Arrangements ~ The Art of the Bouquet

12 Sep

Deep Digs for Treasure? Sometimes Treasure Hides In Plain Sight

Digging deep in my files looking for something else, I find a week’s work from 2014. Daily flower arrangements from the land on a semi-arid mesa in New Mexico 20+ miles outside of Santa Fe. Someone made the comment, There is only brown and green and rocks and briars here. My eyebrows went up as I, Hold on. I’ll be back in 30 minutes to an hour. Please take…. hmmm, THAT vertical glass vase, and fill it up to half-ish with water. And, hiking boots zipped back up, I went out on the 50 acres, through the flats, down into the 2 Arroyos, up the steeps 600 feet or so higher, as I eyeball, discern, pick, compose, surrender to goallessness simply enjoying the walk with purpose.

45 minutes to an hour later I walk back up off the land onto the deck and to the back door with my ingredients behind my back. I poke my head in the door. Where’s the vase? They point to it. Ok, all y’all out the front door. Scat. I’ll call you back in in a few. As I park my bounty on the butcher block Kitchen island, I feel a cascade of ablution tingles wash through me. Nice way to start art I’d say. I proceed to pick and push and snip and place and smile and NAH NO WAY interrogating tensions and relish and cherish this assemblage moment. Then, my head bounces back just like when I finish a painting. It’s a moment easily missed, and I you miss it, all you say later after you effed it up is, Ahhh, you had to touch it, didn’t you. Just haddddd to touch it.

A heart in love with beauty never grows old.
~ Turkish Proverb

But, That Day, At That TIme

But, that Day, at that time, I listened, felt the visceral CLICK like the last tumbler of a safe as it makes the invitation to welcome sound… click. I step back. I turn it around. It doesn’t have a Janus-face front and back. Doesn’t have a good side. Works in all 360 degrees, simply has a different gesture, different identity, different tenor of perspective in the chords the bouquet strikes to resonate. And, I place it off center on the dining table, say, Yup, the center is not necessarily in the middle. The center is simply where you place your energy in focus.

A Little Loki-Impish Happy

Laughing, a little Loki-impish happy, I walk over and knock on the front door from the inside. Anyone home out there? They open the door a little quizzled. Why are you knocking from the inside. Anyone home out here? What are you up to? Cupped hands raised up, Oh. I thought you guys might want to be liberated from your freedom out there on the front porch. Come on in from that home to this one and follow your wonderment. See what you find on your own.

Empathic Silences

One back-side-step over, I held the door open as one by one, we all experienced one of these together. Now, I honestly cannot remember which was the 1st. It was a week of circles that found themselves alive, those tidy points in sync where the rooster tail of the Architect’s compass lead swings around to Ouroburos tail-bite lap over its start point with a seamless segue in the fluid fluency of a caterpillar of an arc as it transforms into its unsquared circle butterfly identity re-incarnated as more infinite beauty in potentiality accessible only by action and silences, Empathic Silences.

This was the day

This was the day I discovered wild bean flowers that grew along the banks of the Arroyos. I had not seen them before. Maybe like O’keefe would say of my beans discovery, You look, though do you see? That day I did. Their seeds, several stuck between rocks that had not re-touched the earth at the ground, dark and hard and shiny purple-black. Their flowers, whites and pinks and deeper fucsha’d pinks all from the same tribe, each one’s petal gesture receptive like the cup of a hand.

From : To : ~ : To : From

From hard to soft. From dark to light, and from all places within and around and in between, the 4th-character voice of the A U M, the 4th character Empathic Silences of all the spaces within and between and all around. The spaces between the notes, the Psychic Synapses of seamless segues in the fluid fluency of heartfelt connection and laughter that day were open. I now have an experiential awareness of the origin of the magic beans story, another in the community that sing clear the guts of the process where dark lead transforms through action into Psychic Gold, a place where glasses are never half full or half empty. Everyone’s is refillable. Everyone refills to the brim so they can spill a little beauty here and there.

Beauty is the spill you don’t have to clean up.

How can you spill a little beauty today?