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 by Mark Krueger Archive 2006October 6, 2006
Rolling and TumblingFull Moon is in Aries/Libra on the 6th at 8:13 pm PDT. Things may keep clanging. There's a Grand Trine in Fire to begin the week and a Grand Trine in Air and then Water to end the week. In between on the 8th/9th, there's an ephemeral revisitation of the Grand Cross in the power points of the Fixed Signs. If you aren't realizing your own consciousness and if you are chasing what gets called Higher Consciousness, you may get thoroughly slammed into your so called lower consciousness. Wouldn't you just like to be yourself? The week ahead will demonstrate the roller coaster most vividly. If you need more research on the spiritual path-ology, it's surely available. If you are tired, claim your own consciousness and clear your own karma. Hang on to your crotch. It’s relationship season. The Sun trucks through Libra and into Scorpio as it always does in October, but this month is special. The Sun is smack dab in the middle between Venus and Mars all month, except for a couple of days, and on those days Sun, Venus and Mars conjunct in the first degree of Scorpio. This is unusual. You may also find that you want to hang on to another’s crotch. If you do so, hang on to yours while you’re at it. And don’t be surprised if you’re feeling crotchety. {As I get older, I feel more crotchety than crotch. I tried crotch tape, but couldn’t stick with it. Crotch guard only deposited a sticky residue. Crotch on the rocks left me cold and when crotchless, I was panting for more. Older men fear that they are leaning on their crotches, that if they let go they’d be kilt. That’s the way the hornadoon cookie crumbles. But no worries. Bonnie lads make it reel.} Libra wants to wed. Scorpio wants to merge. Ya get together and ya get it on. Whether love or business or art or what have you, this same Libra/Scorpio pattern to meet and mate is what makes the split of procreativity and creativity go round. Women are heavily slammed in the create/procreate forking that society imprints because of the overwhelming biology of their gynobits. The karmic weight/wait of motherhood looms over women’s creativity choices, noticeably in career, if not in a whole lot more. Mothering, and all the domestic arts identified with female, are indeed highly creative, but they are not appreciated in general, and so often are not paid for and look like some kind of slave bargain, actually. All of that is opaqued in the patriarchy, but it’s big and it makes a lot of noise and October is going to be noisy around all manner of these gendery issues. Women do what you want to do and let the rest burn. That’s a lot to burn. Women especially are conditioned to subsume their desires into the pyre of love whilst taking care of everybody. Their joy is your joy tra la tra la… Get off your joy pit and get on your joy stick. Express yourself. Do what you want to do. Love works best when it gets out of the way. Love is laden with immense amounts of projection. That’s why it’s so sufferful. The unprocessed residue of love/Libra can beget the resentment/guilt found in Scorpio. Be……. with the ones you love. The presence inherent in Libra flows into the molten dance of Scorpio. So get it on and let it go however you like. Be honey be. Men, aka dickheads, have for tooooooo long been identified for our prongdonger dillydickler humphorns. Men ain’t our biology either, but we do get stuck on the dingleberry and seem not to move on. Sports, war, sex, communication, technology, medicine……. to mention just a few are all modeled on the dominant, unprocessed dick dilemma. How utterly stupid so as to be funny, n’est pas? Guys have been disguised as dick wielding dodo’s. Guys Up Wise Up and dump all the disguises of your conditioning. If ya wanna be a hero, go to therapy. If men face how they got dicked, they’d get out of their heads and out of their dicks, and they’d be and see and listen and express waaaaaaayyyyyyy better than they have been doing. If men don’t clean up their shadow, they will be ground low in the bits from long ago over and over to and fro acting like big babies. Take your choice. Be yourself. I’m with you even if it feels like the world isn’t. Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a bloke. Venus and Mars are not just about gender. They also represent inward and outward. This is the true archetypal meaning under the gender stories. The feminine is inward, centripetal, the naughty bits are innie. The masculine is outward, centrifugal, the naughty bits are outie. This builds up homefire/hunt, home/work split patterns that dominate and get institutionalized. [I just saw a documentary on Chinese orphanage dying rooms where the girl babies are put for expiration; gender oppression is still massive in us and all around us.] The genders are wired with these accrued acculturations, but they are also characteristics of human nature and personality. Gender doesn’t matter and gender matters in everything. It’s maddening and it’ll be very apparent this month. Have a ho down square the circle dance o rama! Mix. Be. Be intentional. But mix, play, enjoin, tango beyond the tangles. Share your wonderful self. The pressure of the last year is now deflating. It was awful in the psyche for virtually everyone. All of that collectivized goo is what’s slopping around in the bucket of it all. It has been extremely !!!! difficult to do anything. You can now more readily proceed. The future is quite foggy. There is a drop off of the end of the world out there, or so you may feel. Sail on. The winds and tides are with you. Proceed with awareness. There is no end. So intend. Down the road on the 23rd/24th , Sun/Venus/Mars conjunct in the first degree of Mars. It’s mitosis and meiosis baby!!! Cue up Barry White…… Horny is as horny does. Have a lush life as you choose. Meanwhile, overlayed is the heavy meddling feelings of Jupiter and Saturn exactly squaring on the 25th at 10:26 am PDT. That’s been building like a bad boil on everybody’s butt, and I mean it. Axes have been being ground. Rage runs red. Waters roil. Explosions and implosions popcorn all around. More egoic self immolation burns through the rich and fabulous. Economies wiggle waggle woggle. And on the 28th, Mercury goes retrograde at 12:16 pm PDT for it’s three week tour of doodie. Neptune goes direct on the 29th. To and fro. Rock and roll. Up and down. The ride is bouncy from here on. Laugh if you can. It helps. Be intentional. That especially helps. Sects are the next Sex. Sex is built around the gender wrestling. Sects are a different way to get fucked. Passion, AfterLife, Oily Power….. what more could you want? The polarization forces are extreme in a mounting wave. Right and Wrong are in a battle to the death at Armageddon. Crazy fuckers. May they get over it soon and with whimper and not big bangs. Splitting headache and heartache stories will predominate. The seduction in sects is the us/them game. No need to mend them. You can’t do it anyway. Let them melt. Those are old stories and they are not you. You do what you want to do despite the conflicts of various feelings. Taking sides never resolves suffering. Making choices resonates with others to make their own choices. A choice life can be had. Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and misfortune fly around dizzyingly. If you want peace in your life, peace in your world, consider what Steve Irwin demonstrated so clearly: Pull the barbs out of your heart.
Peace be what you are, |