Forecast for Thursday, October 8th
Cancer Disseminating Moon
ॐOracular Mantra—all things ending and beginning, the cycles of life…
Author Bill Bryson writes in his book, “The Body”, that “the skin consists of an inner layer called the dermis and an outer epidermis… the outermost surface of the epidermis, called the stratum corneum, is made up entirely of dead cells…”
Bryson continues to express with sentiment that “it is an arresting thought that all that makes you lovely is deceased; where body meets air, we are all cadavers… these outer skin cells are replaced every month—we shed skin copiously, almost carelessly: some twenty-five thousand flakes a minute, over a million pieces every hour—run a finger along a dusty shelf and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self… silently and remorselessly we turn to dust.”
Is there anything that lasts?
❝My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?❞
(Apparently, our DNA is nearly eternal, and at an atomic level, as well, we are metabolically eternal, which is quite a thought to think, indeed…)
The thoughts that inevitably and predictably shimmied through your mind as you read through these sentiments above may be resonating so truly with the vibrations of today’s energies: nothing is forever and the raw reality of evolution, in all ways through all things, is the only constant.
Or, maybe you thought: gross.
If you thought this was gross, what would your reaction be toward pus?—as Bryson informs that “the pus that seeps from a wound is simply dead white cells that have given their lives in defence of you.”
Gross, in this regard, could thereby be misconstrued and translated as defaulted ingratitude.
❝Just for the sake of amusement, ask each passenger to tell you his story, and if you find a single one who hasn’t often cursed his life, who hasn’t told himself he’s the most miserable man in the world, you can throw me overboard head first.❞
Our bodies, quite literally, serve us in every single minute if we are so inclined to treat it honorably, with care.
It’s that time of year again, when the summer days here in the northern hemisphere begin to die, evolving into autumnal breezes and crisper colors, until the brilliance of bronze and vermilion hues fall, quite literally, into the bleak and freezing ultimate death of another year… all of Gaea’s seemingly invincibly resilient energies used to transmogrify life itself, giving full life to spring—ah, tis the cycle of life—full and complete with all of its millions of little deaths every day, in every breath we breathe, inhaling and exhaling, and in every flake of skin we unconsciously shed… death awaits us without judgement.
All things must die—as it’s a process within the cycle of Life.
Today’s moon squares the wounds and woundedness—and even the plucky pus involved—of Chiron and begins applying an opposition to the reality-checking heavyweights of Capricorn, and so is the very raw reality that today would feel as though a secured sense of protection or only recently protected sense of security is being taken, revoked, revised, threatened or transformed… much like our skin being scratched enough to cause a rash, or bleeding—to inflict enough damage as to require recovery.
❝When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room. A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.❞
Today may be a revealing of vulnerability… details of a matter coming to a crisis point.
So is the very raw reality that today somewhat slightly epitomizes that crucial point of the cyclic phase—the crucial point of the brilliance falling, quite literally, into a bleak and freezing awakening… that time which begins soon, when your breath hits the chilling and freezing air visibly.
The crucial point upon reality—that stunning moment of pause that inflicts your thinking to become much more serious than it was but moments ago…
Either way, Winter is coming…
It is the natural time of year, for millennia, when we begin to slow down and prepare for, basically, the worst—as we are deriving, still, from a time of hunter-gatherer mentality, from the mentality that if one didn’t have enough nuts stored or preserves reserved or thoroughly insulated and weather-resistant accommodations… survival was severely threatened.
Fears, naturally, be they fictional or factual, may be growing more pronounced; fears may be emerging—most definitely concerns, anxieties, and worries—defenses, either way, are likely up, for any number of reasons and their attributing circumstances—vulnerabilities are being pinpointed, poked, and potentially even probed.
❝The only defense against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.❞
It is important to remember, especially as we are no longer hunting and gathering daily for our survival in such a severe sense, that fear, concern, anxiety, worry, and any sense of control you think you need are all direct translations to the universe that you do not trust the clockworks of it all, that you do not trust that the unknowable unfolding is unraveling in your favor.
Trust that you will experience warmth, and fullness, and a sense of security.
Love one another. Love yourselves. Open to love.
These days, these fears may additionally involve—what is happening?; what is real anymore?; is there anyone to be trusted?; what lies beyond this seemingly endless mess?
Try to focus upon what «can» be assigned as real, what and who «can» be trusted, and what «can» be envisioned beyond the endless mess.
Shamanic astrologer Raven Kaldera recommends it being “a good time to think about our own internal walls, the ones that we erect for self-protection, and check to see if they’re really still needed… and if they are, determine whether they’re in good working order and not full of holes.”
As we continue preparing, persevering, practicing patience, and presence, and as we further our resiliences to panic-resistance…
Where are our vulnerabilities?
Toward what are we defaulting in ingratitude?
Where beyond these measures are we still vulnerable, wounded, and untrusting?—here in the Now, toward the potentially foreseeable, and into the unknown and unknowable of Not Yet?
And through what mentality, perspective, or heart space are we able to—despite it all—remember and trust, as with our bodies, that even the farthest reaching galaxies within these realms of All That Is is working, unfolding, and becoming… all in our favor?
❝When we let go of what we think is best for us, we can receive what we truly need.❞
——Anthon St. Maarten
Bryson, B. “The Body” Black Swan; ©2019.
Kaldera, R. “Moon Phase Astrology.” Destiny Books; ©2011.
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Forecast for Thursday, October 8th