If you were born in: 1945, 1957, 1969, 1981, 1993, or 2005, then according to the Chinese astrological system you are a Rooster. There are elemental differences though and this year is the year of Fire Rooster. And that’s really all I have to say about that. I wanted to try and paint a rooster. I don’t know? Does this look like a rooster?
The Salon for Astrological Discourse will meet again this month. Here’s the chart.… You don’t have to be an accomplished astrologer to see the stellium in Pisces. Soon, Mars and Venus will move into Aries and the energy will change, again, dramatically. But for now, Chiron sits between them, and I see an opportunity here.
Regardless of what side of the political, social, economic, educational, or religious fence you’re on, our differences continue to devolve down to the lowest common denominator which is our gender differences, and our differing definitions of what that means. Are there still just 2 kinds of people in the world, as Barbra sang so many years ago in the song People? Male? Female? In a book by Leonard Schlain he wrote about how our language and our social systems have all evolved around the basic theme of man vs woman, and we know that we are now witnessing the death throes of the Patriarchy….. Anyway, Chiron between Mars/Venus reminds me of this ‘wound’ and depending on your particular state of consciousness, belief system, or recovery from damaging relationbships, one could actually use this time towards mending fences in whatever Piscean way suits you.
In the years running up to 2012, I was reading a lot regarding ancient calendars particularly the Mayan one. It took some study and discussion with teachers before I felt I understood the metaphysics and astrological patterns that were driving this significant shift in our energy field and what all that meant. I closely followed the transits of Chiron during that time and you can read some of those posts here, in reverse chronological order. Today, in 2017, in hindsight, it’s easy to see how the symbolism has manifested in this new reality we all find ourselves living in.
Neptune will remain in Pisces long after the others have moved on. It’s way out there so each degree it moves into opens up new pathways, so to speak. Today as I write this Neptune is nearly complete with the 11th degree, and according to the Sabian Symbols this degree represents:
MEN TRAVELING A NARROW PATH, SEEKING ILLUMINATION. The keynote reads: The capacity inherent in every individual to seek at whatever cost entrance to to a transcendent realm of reality. It refers to the eternal symbol of the Path of Discipleship. the Path is always open to the pure in heart, the mentally aware, the conpueror of emotions and the spiritually self-mobilized.
Marc Edmund Jones, 10/1/1888 – 3/8/1980, was the astrologer who ‘created’ the Sabian Symbols, and he taught that astrology “properly used” can help people see more clearly their own tendencies. Once seen, we can then apply our free will to adjust, modify, change, or ignore what has been seen. Our evolutionary engine depends on our ability to learn & grow in this fashion.
Anyway, it’s easy to see how our Salon can dig into some of this material and I look forward to hearing many voices.
Once again my own words fail me. Here are some from the Buddha.
This is what should be done
By one who is skilled in goodness,
And who knows the path of peace:
Let them be able and upright,
Straightforward and gentle in speech.
Humble and not conceited,
Contented and easily satisfied.
Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways.
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful,
Not proud and demanding in nature.
Let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove.
Wishing: In gladness and in safety,
May all beings be at ease.
Whatever living beings there may be;
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,
The great or the mighty, medium, short or small,
The seen and the unseen,
Those living near and far away,
Those born and to-be-born,
May all beings be at ease!
Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another.
Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings:
Radiating kindness over the entire world
Spreading upwards to the skies,
And downwards to the depths;
Outwards and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will.
Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down
Free from drowsiness,
One should sustain this recollection.
This is said to be the sublime abiding.
By not holding to fixed views,
The pure-hearted one, having clarity of vision,
Being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world.
Election shenanigans continue to heat up and Hilary’s exact birthtime is still a well kept secret, as it should be for any high-ranking Scorpio. No doubt she has had some guidance from the astrologers, we’re always lurking around the power centers, if we’re not one ourselves.
Gemini Trump is a poster-child for one who is unable to ‘focus’, the exact opposite of Scorpio.
It’s quite the conundrum, Gemini vs. Scorpio.
Since we’ve just moved into the season of Scorpio, here’s a list of other notable Scorpio’s, lest you judge the sign by Hilary alone. Bonnie Raitt Nov. 9, Vivian Leigh, Tatum O’Neal, Roy Rogers Nov 5, Ted Turner Nov 19, Sally Field Nov 6, Goldie Hawn Nov 21, Whoopie Goldberg Nov 13
That said, today I refer you back to this post. Scroll down to where I’ve listed some dates and you will see that Nov. 9 is when Mars/Saturn begin to move into the next phase of their new cycle which began in August. At 45 degrees of separation a certain subtle tension begins to set in, it happens during the crescent phase of the cycle. (360 divided by 8 = 45 degree phases) However, Mars is dreadfully close to Pluto at this same time, around Nov 8. This is not an easy planetary picture, for anyone & everyone. We are certainly “living in interesting times”, as an ancient Chinese curse proclaims.
The SALON FOR ASTROLOGICAL DISCOURSEwill be meeting to discuss all of this and more at our next meeting, WED, NOV 2, 7PM. If you are in or around Asbury Park, NJ and would like to attend please contact Ida at Time & Space Consulting for details.
” Reading makes a full man, meditation a profound man, discourse a clear man.”
When I first got on a yoga mat at 26 in ’76 I never dreamed that it would become such a big part of my life. What I discovered then was that I felt good doing it. My body responded in positive ways but more importantly my spirit soared. The inclusive philosophy along with the practices of chanting, meditation & service offered me a sustaining life path for 40 years.
When I took my first residential teacher training in ’99, becoming a yoga ‘teacher’ was the furthest thing in my mind, and if my Teacher hadn’t required us to teach a public class I might never have taught one. I wasn’t immersing myself in yoga to create a career, earn money, or achieve fame. I wanted to know how to live an authentic life, how to fulfill my own potential, how to comprehend the cosmos, and most importantly, how to help others find peace. But first, I needed to recover and heal myself of more than a few personal trauma’s. From the first moment I understood yoga to be a healing modality I recognized a path forward that was good for me and good for others at the same time.
On September 13, I arrived in Southern California to assist in a major family crisis.
On September 14 I received word that my application to become a certified yoga therapist was accepted by the IAYT! It took me the whole summer to complete the application which required detailed, evidence-based, documentation for a minimum of 700 client hours. In addition to over 500 hours of training in yoga therapy, I was able document 2,808 client hours of yoga therapy, and over 10,000 hours if you include astrological counseling as part of yogic science/tradition. That’s a lot of hours and I’m really grateful to be able to practice my passion with others.
The juxtaposition of a significant family crisis versus the validation of my life’s work was a moment that is nearly impossible to comprehend without a metaphysical understanding of how things work and a spiritual practice of acceptance. Yoga as therapy continues to be my saving grace. Om Namo Bhagavate Vasu Devaya.
So now, the ‘powers-that-be’ have deemed me competent as a bridge between yoga and our current medical system, a system that is one of many in our society that is obviously broken. But, cynical as that may sound, I am honored and I heartily accept the responsibility of representing current yoga therapy to the medical community, and any other community that will have me!
Please know that this achievement could not have been possible without the willing participation and support from all of my teachers, students, clients, peers, friends and family that have walked this path with me. May you all feel the love I have for you.
East Brunswick Public Library, 2 Civic Center Drive. NJ
I’ve attended the Harper’s Escape weekend intensive maybe 6 times, and now that I’ve finally gotten the ‘hang’ of it, it’s ending. After 25 years Kathy, the director, and one of my most favorite teachers, is retiring this event. So sad. But, I do understand. The details above is for the final public concert that completes the weekend event. I’ll be there and, it’s free. Come! It’s always a full house so get there early for a good seat, not that it matters.
Taking up the harp at 50 changed my life brain. Switching from piano to harp as my primary musical instrument was a learning curve that proved frustrating, challenging, and incredibly rewarding. More on that another time. Suffice it to say, 8 fingers on 36 strings, re-wired my brain in ways only a yogi could understand….or a brain scientist.
Next year Kathy is taking a group to Ireland! OMG. For those who know me, you know how much I want to go on that trip! In August, 2002 my daughter and I traveled there and searched for all-things-harp for 2 weeks. We landed in Shannon and made our way to Galway during the big horse race event. We journeyed thru dense fog to Inisheer, one of the Aran Islands. We drove on the wrongright long straight road running from the west coast all the way to way to Dublin. The only harp I found was in a glass case at Trinity Library and I wrote about it here. Of course there were images of harps on coins and beer cans everywhere, but, no harp music anywhere. Still, the music we did find was damn good! Money is tight right now so maybe I’ll crowdfund the trip? If everyone I know/love could send me $5. I bet that might get me there! I’ll be happy to entertain you all with my harp when I return.
Anyway, Wally, a Camac Aziliz, (who I still want to swap/sell/trade for a Fisher) needs some serious tuning after a hot, humid summer and weeks of neglect. But, he’ll sing next weekend at the Harpers Escape for sure.
Learning to play the harp, and developing a repetoire that suits me and my abilities has been so much fun. It’s taken me to places both musical and geographical that wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I am blessed.