Fire in The Hole! Full Moon in Sagittarius

Just after the wolves howl at midnight, we will have a moon full of honey in Sagittarius at 22*.  It will take place on Friday the 13^th at 12:13 AM.  So, we have the power of the master number 22 in the helm of the magical 13.  In Sagittarius, LaLuna is reminding us to aim straight and set our goals high, but she is also opposing (by wide margin) a very crafty Mercury/Hermes retrograde at 2* of Cancer.  Now Hermes will retrograde all the way back to 24* of Gemini before he stations direct on July 1^st. at 8:45AM. He won’t quite travel back far enough to exactly oppose this degree, but with only a 2* orb you can be darn sure his presence and effect will be made known.

 The moon only barely forms a trine to URanus, so aside from her opposition to the Sun in the dual land of Gemini the twins, and a sextile to the head of the dragon, she is only on speaking terms to father sun right now.  She will be a beautiful golden umber colour as she flirts across the sky’s with her paramour.  She wants the truth, but with the sun deciding in the moment which of the twins he will be, what is and what shall never be may be as elusive as a hall of mirrors.

 The tension is all out there though, and energy (Mars hanging out in Libra at 12* pushing into that 13* space and forming that old T-square to URanus and Pluto/Hades again) might be a bit hard to come by, though confusion, cross communications, and mix-ups are bountiful right now. 
So try and hold your tongue if you can, since this is where men resort to behaving like little boys and old patterns and habits are just too tempting to deny.  They just want a little fun?

For some real fun though, we look at Saturn/EL/Lord of the Rings holding steady in exact opposition to Venus/Aphrodite right now.  So, pattern and structure, the old man and the sea (the sea of the Scorpion Kings) is standing belligerently across the starry seas to what we love, and she is in the earthy and lusty sign of Taurus, so gals, you may want that little extra bobble that you have attached to the thought of love, but come back to earth…not likely to happen.

Venus/Aphrodite is HOME in Taurus, being her natural ruler, so she will definitely want to dress her up and make her look pretty, but it will be on a budget for most of us.  The price? ~ A little sexual healing probably, so get it while you can! 

You can follow this link to find out more about the scientific aspects of the Honey Moon: http://www.weather.com/news/science/space/friday-13th-june-2014-full-moon-honey-moon-20140611?cm_ven=FB_JB_61204_5

Anyway, while Saturn is hanging out in Scorpio, still in mutual reception to Pluto/Hades in Capricorn, we can expect the strangest of strange to almost lift its head both in our personal lives and on the world strange.  It really may be all we can handle of the bizarre anyway.  Sexual proclivities that most of us didn’t even know about growing up in what seems a lot like Mayberry now, back in the late 60’s and 70’s.  Pluto is divulging or regurgitating, or both, the tangled up and dark and Saturn/EL wants to act all important and in charge, so more control will be given as the answer.

The other obvious thing that jumps out; is the will she or won’t she scenario.  (YOU can insert he if you like, makes no difference)  Do I want to stay or go and if I am staying, than I want to COMMIT!  What will that mean?  If you are in a relationship, I strongly suggest you make a re-commitment ceremony and invest your energies into making things work.  Otherwise, ole Mercury is likely to play some ticks on you both and get you spinning and guessing and perhaps not the best suspicions might be entertained.  They may be true, but are you really ready to take that chance and regret your hasty decisions and thoughts later?

The other big thing in the heavens right now, is Neptune/Poseidon (dreams, art, music, illusions, magic) went retrograde on June 9^th at 7* of PIsces, in a bit of a wide trine to Mercury/Hermes (communication, cars, short trips/crossroads/siblings) we do have a bit of a dream world to tap into, just make sure you aren’t building castles in the sand, for this won’t last.  It is a good time to make music, to dream, and to paint.  She will draw out the artist you left behind and whisper down the hallways beckoning you to come hither, as she flirts with your heart you will soon find yourself floating on the moonbeams bright and shiny from this full honey moon with a lofty vision lifting you higher and higher.

Now, even though this Mercury retrograde began in Cancer, he will soon be returning to his rulership in Gemini on June 16^th, and with the recent new moon in Gemini, now full in Sagittarius, Gemini’s will really fell this but so will the effects be doubly strong.  So, cross your T’s and dot your I’s, and listen, repeat, rinse, I mean…listen.  As Mercury loops into the eye of Cancer and makes his way back, old friends, lovers and a bit of trouble may find its way back to you…so will karmic experiences and Déjà Vu’s…old lovers?  Watch for them, you are bound to see them at obvious and some of the oddest places.

What do you have to learn from them?  What lesson has not found home and settled itself into the very depths of your being?  All that wondering and curiosity (a major attribute of Gemini may have you going back and forth, not sure of what you really want or think.  It is a good time to laugh at yourself.

And if you are feeling the weight of Saturn’s lead right now, rest if you mist for a bit, but try and push forward even just that little bit, don’t let him get the best of you, and remember, this too shall pass.  The Sagittarius Full moon might lift and lighten your load with a little bit of Saggies notorious humour.

All is not quiet on the Western front.

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Alchemy of the Soul

This is the first page of my book, Alchemy of the Soul.  Coming Soon.

Page II
When would everyone else talk about the ‘big people’ who are all lit up but whose appearance only silhouetted the back drop of the canvas my mind fell into?  Didn’t everyone entertain them and wasn’t it one of the most fulfilling camaraderie’s to experience those who stood tall as trees pour their genuine love in mutual praise as if every choir song wrote itself from this cause?

I thought surely that since I had such a tendency for mischief and finding my way into odd adventures that something then must be wrong with me.  Other people somehow weren’t thinking like me, but maybe I was just bad.  I was so bad, that no-one was allowed to share this secret that existed in every page I turned and followed on my adventurous sojourn through life.

Who would discuss the fairy fields I found as surely others did too?  Who else knew about the circle around the trees in the woods that shifted and sprinkled star dust?  Who else entertained the large beings of light that would appear after praying opening the vaults of heaven?  The smiles on their faces and the glint in their eyes infusing me with love and contentment, letting me know that they enjoyed watching me entertain them singing and dancing? 

Surely once I got one more A, one more gold star, finished first in one more contest, then….then the game would open its doors and the cast members would reveal their true identity.

The sad thing is that one risks losing their freedoms just for mentioning the world that is real and more alive and vibrant then the march of superfluous reality that seems to have seduced the masses into plastic images and celluloid dreams, of contorting the deep forest into packages of exactness whose only hope is to replicate the new and improved image being craftily lighted and cascaded around their thirsty souls.  

What a webbing; all sticky and sweetly perfumed again with some replication of the natural bounty that would adorn the temple of our beings with layers of truth; the kind that marches down the halls and lights up the senses with the purpose of being alive.

Why be here at all if the care isn’t taken to wonder?  To take the train on the dark night and wake in the valley of the gods who have been coaxing and guiding us all along?

This is my world; it is as it has always been an adventure of strange beliefs and hidden knowledge.  I feel like Moses in the desert, parting the red sea of life; opening the book one living word, one page at a time and learning the meaning I somehow already know.

There is magic afoot, it is under every stone and shimmering on the waters….it is dancing on our rooftops and howling in the wind.  It creaks down the halls and breaks down silence until it spills loudly into the room and stands between the moments of disbelief like a lighthouse forming from the mist and gloom.

I am yanked back into the strange reality like a naughty schoolgirl, made to play the game with scolding eyes and sometimes worse; while the mystery drips from my veins and disappears into the cracks, waiting for me to rescue the life I was born to live and reveal.

This is my attempt to take you in and reveal what sorcerers have been burned alive for sharing, madmen have caught shards of along the way, and stories that hold power have hidden in their pages, if one learns how to listen ~ and has the eyes to see.

nce there was, and once there was not, a girl who walked with giants.

I am this girl, and I will start with a walk in the woods.
They stand all around us, sometime alone and more powerfully together; our guardians who symbiotically breathe into us the life we exhale and are rivers of wisdom.  We need them, they need us.  Excitedly I crept into the canopy of autumnal glory; fiery reds and umbers crisply painting the baby blue skies and the lemony sun drizzling down in shafts of warm surrender.  My heart beating in a rhythm with my breath, dotting the air with invisible ink, as the forest shifted and turned opening secret panels, her voice grew louder.

Each cracking branch underfoot a lever to the magic code of the great Cathedral.

After a weekend of teaching about aromatherapy and Total-Sensory-Healing, it was time to pay homage and give my thanks and praise to the author.

They didn’t disappoint me.  Thoughts of the class tumbled through my mind, my notes, the comments from the students and the look of realization when their eyes lit up with discovery; I thought about the temple.

We discussed how the light of the sun, pours itself into our world and the garden of nature drinks it up with praise.  How every morning, we can see so much of nature line up ready for the sun to peak over the horizon and paint a new day.  Shrieking in rays of tangerine and citron, or gentling into the cottony tufts, the pink and yellow rose peels herself open and cranes her stem and bouquet to follow the sun, the aubergine meadows turn and stare, the periwinkle lilacs dance with the wind and arrange themselves all day, into the countenance of the sun.  Never questioning whether it would be better to be some other rose by any name, or a poppy that may sleep us wide awake.  While Beethoven paints this praise on notes of joy, Claude Monet reflected water lilies to capture the reverence that tacitly exudes the gnosis of the divine.

As the memories peeled back pages of wonder, my heart began that trance drumming, in the glory, I wondered and asked again….why was so much opening and revealing to me….and then I heard the clear whispering of that watchful place inside of me, It is the time of REVEAL-ATIONS”……It almost dropped me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

Having my full attention now, one screen shot after another ran like a daisy chain of electricity lighting up the images and thoughts safely stored for this turn key moment…the word meant what it stated, to reveal, and like so much that had exposed itself in momentary glimpses before, it was multiplying now into a continuous stream of knowing…that indeed, we are living in the time of not simply the frightening stories sewn as a testament, but as a blooming under an exuberant golden sun, were we to follow his steady guidance all day long too.

We were being taught about our ‘essence’…and that word I had shared the meaning of so many times, would reveal even deeper; her majesty’s secret service.  Esse, comes from the Latin, ‘To be or to exist’.  Itor their essence.

We were being taught about our ‘essence’…and that word I had shared the meaning of so many times, would reveal even deeper; her majesty’s secret service.  Esse, comes from the Latin, ‘To be or to exist’.  It is a fundamental meaning or truth, of where one lives….or what brings us alive.  Essential Oils, from esse and olere; meaning ‘to emit a smell or to be fragrant’ is comparable to the fragrant mind of being as one opens up their own book of life

I have long believed the sacred act of anointing as the art of becoming conscious, to take to the skin, the captured essence of distilled light, and bring to the surface the light of ones own being.  Immediately in the act of anointing, we vibrationally awaken the corresponding light within as the individual essence is enlivened to bring forth ones truth, their purpose.  As I walked now more slowly, those thoughts melted into each other like soft butter and I looked down at the fence corralling me safely into the hilltop.  There in front of me were two words; one was the word ‘Essa’ carved into the top plank.  Next to that, just one more word was carved, Gypsy.  I have never seen another word carved before, and there is not so much carved into the lengthy line of wooden planks, not another marking etched in yards and yards of fencing as I searched through the rambling timbers.  Just those two words, essa/esse and Gypsy wrapped in the descending yolk of the sun in the canyons below and beyond.

Here is the definition for Essa as found online:

This is an Arabic name for males which means shine of sun. It is also the name for Jesus.  Slang; Puerto Rican version of "dude" or "guy" as in: “Yo essa, whats up?”

Essene or as Philo refers to the name: Essaioi; as the Greek form of the original name that according to his etymology signifies "holiness". 

I try to be a servant of the Most High, in my human form that is flawed.

To this, we can add the "Tetragrammaton" which is the four letters "YHWH", derived from the verb that means "to be", and is considered in Judaism to be the proper name of the God of Israel used in the Bible.  

Gypsy, for me comes from Egypt and represents the black earth, or black land.  It is often referred to as being ‘occult which means hidden’ since it is blackened earth from the fertile Nile and represents a lot of what we know of as mystical. These strong origins, or at the least, a long history of practice in Egypt form the basis of the unbound book called the Tarot, which we also find the word Torah and orat-e..  The land of ‘Khem or Chem’ as it is known, means the black land and is the root of chemistry and alchemy.  In my own belief and alchemical knowledge by now, the master known as ‘Jesus’ was teaching these very secrets along with Mary Magdalene and they were ‘gypsy’s’ teaching the Essenic knowledge. 

The word essential comes from the Latin "esse" (to be or to exist), where "essene" stems from the Aramaic word- asayya- meaning physician, which corresponds to the Greek word - essenoi and at once denoting something essaios: that is something secret or mystic. In fact the group known
as the "Essenes" was called "the theraputate".

That these two words are together is beyond profound, and they were there just for me to find on this day; written by the secret hand of the universe.  The use of essential oils has been dated back some 5000 years ago, because of residue found in clay pots during excavations at Karnac and Thebes; we know they were used as medicine and in the process of mummification.  There is the jar, which contains the ‘sacred oil’ for anointing that is kept for use with the Ark of the Covenant to transform mere mortals into angels.  We know that in the story of the New Testament, two of the three gifts the Magi bring to the newly born savior, are Myrrh and Frankincense and what are they brought with? They are accompanied by something else of great value, gold.  We also know that Jesus is anointed by ‘Nard’ oil, by Mary Magdalene.  I will go into the deeper meanings of those essential oils in later chapters and most certainly, one of my guide’s, Mary Magdalene.

This is how life speaks to me, how it winds me down a path of discovery to stand literally atop a small plateau in the valley and make me her private student.  I went over the part in class when I talk about the body as a vessel, the bottom hips and belly more like a bowl and the head like a vase and the vision of wine sparkling in a glass as I twirled it, once again begged me to look deeper.  Things catch my mind like fly paper and stick one thought to another till the page is full and weighs me down lest I find some way to release it onto a stage, a page, an ear who can witness with me, such exotic fare that is not yet found by my eyes or ears in the symphony I find it playing my own world.

Wine, the first miracle of Jesus was at the wedding feast. His mother Mary (always with me, with us) comes to her son Jesus/Jeshua and tells Him there is not enough wine left for the wedding guests.  Jesus responds “Woman, why are you saying this to me? My time has not yet come.”  His mother told the servants, “Whatever he tells you, do it.”

Now you see, here is where I think a lot of people get lost by the false terrorism of screaming banshees who thieve them into worrying whether the story is real or not.

To me it is a silly consideration, robbing us of the deeper truth that is hidden far all who have eyes to see.

The real question to be asked is not if, but why?  Why on earth would the first miracle performed in a book of testimony that has waged wars and conquered multitudes and yet eludes the ‘masses’ and even I am sure the very elect themselves from its treasures, be a story about making more wine for a wedding feast?  Even in the commercials, the boast is that their ‘special grape will not be served before its time’.

Why is it not Jesus time yet?  Still he listens and those who are ‘serving’ wisely listen to the mother Mary. In John 2 the story continues:  ⁶And there were set there six water pots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.
⁷Jesus saith unto them, Fill the water pots with water. And they filled them up to the brim.
⁸And he saith unto them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor of the feast. And they bare it.
⁹When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants who drew the water knew) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom,
¹⁰And saith unto him, every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good wine until now.

Now, I think about how we are made up of water, over 80% of our bodies is mostly water.  Even the earth spinning on her axis mysteriously contains an almost equal amount ~of water in her surface.  We are told in Genesis or from the beginning…that we are created from clay, from the good sweet earth and that we are vessels ourselves to hold the water ~ that God Breathed life into our nostrils with His own breath.

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Genesis 2: ⁷

There we are ~ made from the dust, the earth….and breathed into life just as we must let a good wine breathe too.  All of it sewn together in my mind as the warm air cocooned me.  The clay vessels are symbolic of us and our own water bodies inside the temple.

I sat down and put my hands on the earth, as I had learned to do to feel her support and to feel her rise up to meet me as she always did to support my ~ our every step of life.

I felt the Erie Indians walking around between dimensions while not 20 feet away their own vessels slept secretly beneath under the softly rolling sacred burial mounds.

So too had I wondered about my own tribes who swam lifetimes before me and into this being I now inhabited.  The fighting tribes of people who spent their lives dry over differences when only the wrapping of the same breath inhabited us all.  I needed to rectify both my Christian upbringing, and the distant path of the Cherokee Indian grandmother on my father’s side. The ground I now walked upon and came from wrote a different prayer, one that combined both.  I needed to honour both, to contain the truths of one while respecting the traditions of the Native Americans who knew the earth as a living being, and lived life as a payer.  This is what came about:

Our mother earth, who gives birth to us, who nourishes, supports and sustains us, and holds the waters that nourish, cleanse and connect us reflecting back who we are; under the father sun, who strengthens, guides and enlightens us, I pray  by the power of the holy spirit that the great creator’s will, Thy Will Be Done through me; and I give thanks for the breath of god, who fills our lungs with air and life, and lifts our thoughts and our prayers up to the most high with the winged ones, and by the power of the Holy spirit returns to this earthly vessel which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom and thy Queendom come, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

That prayer didn't really open itself up to me, until I started to say it this way.

Then I realized why it was the Lord’s favorite prayer.  Even though I have embellished it now, that is what it took to realize what the prayer actually meant.

I believe that is how in part, the mystery of the first miracle revealed itself to me.  We are such a disparate people.  We all grow from the vine ….

Anyone who has lived long enough has trampled the grapes of wrath.  We find the bitter sweetness of sorrow to be a wisdom vein that has been intravenously feeding our spirit~

To reveal to us the meaning of our lives and who we are…..

Now, the Mayans call this the ‘time of the great revealing’.  When I looked into the word ‘Apocalypse’ what I found astonished me, because I hadn't thought of it in this way, but always in the fear mongering sense, when it actually means: ‘the thinning of the veil’.

So what is happening right now is a ‘thinning of the veil’ and as this peels back, like all the layers that we also have been ‘healing’ in ourselves, it reveals things that have been right in front of us all along.  This happens on every level, just like the layers we have been healing.
...To be continued
In the meantime, here is a news story on my near death experience:
http://fox8.com/2014/05/15/at-deaths-door-woman-says-she-hung-out-with-jesus/

Full Moon In Scorpio Has a Bleeding Heart

Today, the moon waxed into her full brightness in all that Scorpionic shimmery luminosity at 23* at 2:18PM EDT.  First, she glided up to Saturn/El (Lord of the Rings) as he in reverse sided up to her when they met at his 19* of Scorpio.  Like waves cresting they rise up together lifting up the heavy weight of the emotional ballast capsizing the less sea-worthy.

The sun almost feels jealous of the two, sitting in all the wealth and possessions of his Taurean lair, drenched in the decadent trappings of his Venusian dream.

You might ask yourself, if you miss what you don’t have, simply because it isn’t there to have and to hold.  If that one more thing, might just bring the happy ship toward you before it departs for the deeper waters of Scorpio’s abyss.

If you have a cleaner spirit, than you don’t miss what you don’t have, simply because you are enamored with all you do.  You take stock of the wealth around you, knowing it came from within.

Ahh, the pearly gates.  They beckon us towards a shiny, happy people.

But that somber tone from the Lord of the Rings, has laLuna bound and gagged as she drowns in like a tempest in a tea cup.

The Cardinal Cross is moving into a T-Square that still has plenty of tension, as we wait for what seems like the other shoe to drop.

Jupiter/Zeus is moving forward and he isn’t about to look back, and he is taking no prisoners, as those who have decided to use an exit strategy, drift away like sail boats into the horizon, leaving the rest of us to fill up with the moon, and fall into that sorrowful longing, knowing each day will bring a reminder of what we had, and what we will now miss.

I lost two sisters already to the horrid disease that has ravaged far too many, and whose name I will not dignify with a capital c.

I look at their pictures, and see them drifting away, imagine the horrible pain that sat inside their chest as they were eaten alive, far too young.

In a retreat space in New York, the birds were singing, leaves greening around us and sunlight shaking

sparkly showers through the branches; I sat with about a hundred people or so, who had all made our way down the path to the clearing with the rows of benches we now found ourselves gathered together upon.  We were expecting a seminar to take place, and enough of us had made the mistake of believing it was to happen shortly.

As the time ticked on, we started to look around and realize, we might not be experiencing any such thing.  So many disappointed heads, turned downward and expressions that matched.

One of the people in the group I was with, said, ‘Glo, get up and sing a song’.  When others heard this, they turned and started the chorus of appeals for me to sing.

I accommodated and stood up and sand a couple of songs A cappella, to a rounding and raucous bout of applause and appreciation.

Afterwards, a somewhat distinguished looking woman approached me and told me how surprised she was at how good I was.  “It was as if you were channeling another life” she told me.  I stated that perhaps it was me tapping into my journey beyond this world, when I died so many years ago and returned.

She told me that her father told her, that once you go, that is it, no memories and people all forget about you.  I was shocked.  Dumbstruck really, that someone would say something even remotely like this, let alone repeat it as if it was now fact.

I have been visited by all the people that I love who have crossed over, in dreamtime and in the waking state.  They have all helped me in some form or another and let me know they are still with me.

But with all of that, I still miss them all in the physical world.  My sister Barb will never drive up in her silver car and I will never hear her laugh as if she has stopped breathing….because she did take her final breath.  Even though I was with her, as was my entire family to help her cross over, and I am grateful that we know how to take someone to the River Styx and wave goodbye as they are welcomed into death’s loving embrace; I still miss her.

I still miss my sister Kathy’s sweetness, that caring person who would drop by out of the blue with some odd gift, all of which I still have, because she couldn’t help herself.  She thought of me and wanted to share something.  But, I am achingly glad that the pain of her world has ended, and that she has found comfort.  But my heart still aches like a lead balloon that I will never be able to swallow.

We all know our parents will go, hopefully for their sakes; they go before their child, which was not the case with my father, who had to outlive his oldest girl.  I will always be able to see his eyes, looking right to my soul every single time, and finding a way to warm me up and make me feel as though I was so special, that his life depended on what I had to do in this world.  Of course, he had that effect on a lot of people.  But that doesn’t change the warmth and charm of his Leonine wit, smile and love.

And I won’t ever be able to replace, my dear friend Marcella/Esmeralda, who was my go to person to confide in and ask for advice.  Always delivered with assurance and a healthy dose of unthinkable humour, she could bounce a thought off the wall quicker than bullet, and it always went straight to the heart too.

This month, my good friend Robin saw her father off to the other side, I am glad I got to enjoy his boyish flirtations, and hope he found the youth he seemed to believe he still had in our exchanges.

The list is long, it gets longer as I get older, and I cannot go through all the souls my life has been blessed with, who have gone on…ships into the sunset.

Their sales grow smaller and smaller, until at last, the good sweet earth parts her skirts and takes them in, the sweetness wafting around you like a parting bouquet.

These squares, crosses and blood moon eclipses will bring down the elevator, and many will get on to take that final ride.

This full moon, isn’t quite so lusty as a Scorpio Full Moon can be, not with the leaden weight of Saturn/El making sure that she never forgets, time waits for no one.
You can lift those spirits with ArcAncient's Sensual Healing or help take down the swelling with WiseWoman Roll on.  For those tricky conversations, make sure you anoint the throat chakra and wrists, and/or diffuse with Communications.  see: www.arcancient.com

Eclipsing the Midnight Sun, New Moon in Taurus April 29, 2014

In the wee hours of the morning, at 1:17AM on Tuesday, April 29^th, the moon makes its 28 day visit to mate up with the sun.  Lady Luna and the sun will join together at 8* of Taurus.
In the wee hours of the morning, at 1:17AM on Tuesday, April 29

It will be a partial solar eclipse, which is another lever in the eclipse pattern during the Cardinal Cross. 

At 8 degrees of Taurus, we are talking about possessions, Taurus is “I Have” so this will be largely about what you have, your right to what you have, and this mating by the moon and sun is a sensual mating.  We are in the first decan of Taurus which is ruled by Venus/Aphrodite, who is now at 25* of PIcses.  This is a very determined and loyal aspect of Taurus.  She doesn’t give up easily (If at all) and will plod along patiently working towards gaining those ‘possessions’ she lusts after, or de-SIRES.

With an orb of 4* they are travelling with Mercury/Hermes who is now at 12* of Taurus. 

But let’s just take a look at what is happening with the eclipse, shall we?

Here, LaLuna will conjunct or mate with her paramour the sun, and she will stand between the earth and the sun, blocking out the energy of the male light that sustains the earth.

Emotions will either be turned down, repressed or explosive during this transit and into the coming 2 weeks.  Feeling weepy or depressed; or a lack of energy and motivation are all common under such a stressful sky.  Do we really have what it takes to set out after the goals which will bring us towards the desires of what we want?  What do we WANT and NEED?

As the Taurus Moon, so feminine in this earthy sign, stands in front of her mate, she will block his energy, and he will infuse her soulful power just after midnight in Eastern Daylight Time, calling upon our deep reserves and our feelings, drawing upon them like a snake charmer, she will pull up from the well of our soul the very essence of our being.

Now is the time to anoint yourself using ArcAncient’s exquisite essential oils and blends, especially ‘Light Spirits’ and ‘Ascension’, go to: www.arcancient.com.

You will also find a Sacred Anointing Ritual on that website under Directions For Use.

The light that is captured in the essences (all plants use a process of photosynthesis which is capturing the essence of the suns energy) will help to draw out your own light.  The ‘WHO’ you are integrally here as, to bring your own light into this world, and seeing the reflection of what you HAVE, as a mirror.

She is lusty and the sun will gladly give over to her his power, illuminating around  her dark body as she draws him inside, so too will we draw into our own being, that infusion of the lusty and desirous Taurus Moon and Sun.

What will we cast off?  An eclipse always portends an ending (YES, and in this eclipse pattern we are in, this will happen over and over under the very powerful strain of the URanus square to Pluto, but more importantly now, these are Blood Moons under the Grand Cardinal Cross).

So, I remind you of this story:

There is always the death, the small ones along the way and those that take us into the largess of the universe and into the great beyond.  When I died, back in 1976, I was very, very sick.  To say there was pain would be an understatement.  But, the interesting and miraculous thing along the way is the body’s ability to manage pain.  At some point, the pain gives way to the body flooding itself with its own sedatives, which wash away that pain and take you into levels of worlds as you float down the corridor of unconsciousness and into death’s open arms.

I bring this up, since this is what we are also dealing with, the small and large deaths and the release   of endorphins, ("endogenous morphine") which are endogenous opioid peptides that function as inhibitory neurotransmitters. The pituitary gland and the hypothalamus produce these endorphins to overcome pain. They are also released during exercise and excitement, when we eat certain foods, when we fall in love, and during sexual activity.

These peptides resemble opiates in their ability to produce analgesia and a feeling of well-being. You are taken into the delusion that nothing is wrong…because the pain is subsiding.  The food, the sex, the jog in the park; all can take you out of reality if for just one moment, and lessen the pain.

Consider, this first fall of Jesus under His cross. (Station number 3) His flesh is open and bleeding, His head crowned with thorns. As weak as he had become, He could barely walk, still He got up and kept walking and carrying the large and very heavy CROSS.  He was continuously whipped and struck by the soldiers who made His journey all the more painful and difficult, yet He keeps on walking, falling two more times.

So too, as we navigate these times, what once would have been a major shock to the system and to our reality, becomes savoir faire, we keep walking with the CROSS.

As we get over the initial shocks and absorb the reality, our world is changing in dramatic ways, but like the frog in the boiling water, we won’t notice it after the acute moments, as this just another fall with our CROSS, we get up (some sadly, will not get up each time, and will choose to exit the cycle, their own cross too much to bear) and move forward, towards what our DESIRES are drawing us towards.

It should become less strenuous and ominous, as our body floods us with the necessary relievers to help us through the time, save for the moments that will bring us into direct confrontation of the underlying triggers that want attention.

These triggers can motivate us into our better selves, an evolutionary being who ‘is with the father in heaven’ allowing the figurative deaths of our lower nature.  As the snake crawls on his belly (Pluto) his lower nature wants to rape Persephone, to have what he desires.

The snake consumes things whole, as the moon will try and swallow the sun, she is just not big enough to capture the entirety of light, the energy and source, the snake cannot swallow everything either, but the addiction remains, since he is never full.

Our own alimentary canal is our lower serpent, which must be fed to survive on planet earth.

All addictions are some perversion of this need to sate the being with emptiness, from what will never fill the hole, as it gets bigger and bigger with the false illusions (Neptune) of the promise that will never deliver.

Consumption was the name of a disease, which is now called Tuberculosis.

See here: http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Consumption+(disease)

So, we will shed another skin, digest what we can (take into our awareness what we can) and leave the rest for another day.

The wide water trine between Saturn/EL/LORD of the rings retrograde at 20* Scorpio, Chiron/Wounded healer at 16*PIsces, (and Venus/Aphrodite leading in a very wide orb 25* PIsces) along with Jupiter/Zeus now charging full speed ahead at 14* of Cancer; all will be drawing us into submergence and addictive tendencies to handle this stressful time.

We can assuage our troubled minds and hearts through day-dreaming, music, dancing, and some will choose the stronger variety of alcohol, drugs or choose the higher path of meditation, perhaps even mindful exercise.

Nonetheless, Saturn loves the support of Jupiter/Zeus in Cancer, so we might feel that support come from someone in the home circle, or who feels like family to us.

There will be an expansion now in home circles and events, with Zeus lording in the realms of the home, and Cancer is another hoarder of sorts, they like to hold onto things and having their homes adorned with their prized possessions, much like the Taurean, is where they draw comfort.

Be aware that everything is not as it seems, something are as hidden as the sun, with only the edges bending around the emotions that desire, the occlusion won’t be fully known until the moon tries to warn us again, as she waxes into fullness.

The control mechanism trying to keep our emotions in check, will rumble under the surface like the volcano it really is, building up energy and rattling the cages of our beings, making us feel nervous and filled with trepidation. 
This is the first fall, get up when you have rested and listened, hearing the deeper truth that is your own clarion call.

But this is not over, we will fall again, the cross is heavy and we have much to do. 

Sadness may overwhelm some like the dark moon eclipsing the midnight sun, if you have the wings or the light, be kind, and don’t judge those who may fall just as the saviour does, or are you judging Him too?  There but for the Grace of God, go I.

On June 16^th, Mars passes the threshold of the Grand Cross again, squaring Uranus again on the 25^th at 16* having already squared Pluto on the 14^th at 12* because Pluto is in retrograde Capricorn.

A Red Letter Day, Cardinal Cross

The term, 'Red Letter Day' originated from medieval times when the first Council of Nicaea in 325 decreed the saints' days, feasts and other holy days, which came to be printed on church calendars in red. Illuminated manuscripts which became popular works of art often marked initial capitals and highlighted words in red ink, known as rubrics.
In the book of Kells, these ILLUMINATIONS form one of the most prized and valued books of antiquity, its origins being somewhere from between 760-804 and 815-20, surviving the Viking raids, it is now in the Library at Trinity College, Dublin. The Book of Kells includes the four Gospels of the New Testament written in Latin, decorated with innumerable illuminations, illustrations and miniature images elaborately drawn in colours, some of which had to be imported from far across the European Continent, an expensive task at that time.
In the New Testament, the words of Jesus were written in red ink, to highlight His words, and give authenticity to the biblical teachings, as well as to draw one to 'The Living Word' more clearly. That process is believed to have begun with Klopsch's red-letter New Testament, which bore this title: The New Testament... With All the Words Recorded Therein, as Having Been Spoken by Our Lord, Printed in Color.
First published in 1899, Klopsch conceived the idea of printing some of the Biblical text with red ink. When reading Jesus' words,
"This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you." (Luke 22:20), he thought of printing all of Jesus' words in red, the color of his blood.
Here is the definition of Rubric from dictionary.com:

1. a title, heading, or initial letter in a book, manuscript, or section of a legal code, esp. one printed or painted in red ink or in some similarly distinguishing manner 2. a set of rules of conduct or procedure
   3. a set of directions for the conduct of Christian church services, often printed in red in a prayer book or missal AND an obsolete name for red ochre with origins here: — adj 6. written, printed, or marked in red AND most importantly: [rubrike red ochre, red lettering, from Latin rubrīca ( terra ) red (earth), ruddle, from ruber red]We have all seen the large 'Rubicon' red letters, which open up the story and the
   
   paragraph. Blood runs red, it is the cup of life.Here we see the red male cardinal, perched on its snowy branch; it is the perfect picture to explain the retrograde Mars and his position on the Cardinal Cross. Mars is in retrograde, and he is the blood, life force, passion in astrology. I often compare Mars to the lava that erupts into the clay vessel of the earthly body, and animates as with the breath of God into the nostrils. As the ruler of the first house in astrology, I also make it related to the number 1, ever since I had the dream with the three witches in the cave. In that dream the oldest witch, the crone, asked me a series of questions all regarding numerology, astrology, etc. As she asked me the questions, the fire around the cauldron flashed across the walls and lit up markings, symbols and ancient forms and texts. She would nod her head with my responses and told me I was doing very well, but I had forgotten 'the old ways' regarding relationship to the months. I awoke with the realization that the higher order of numbers relate Aries/Mars not to the number 4 and the fourth month as it is now (because of Pope Gregory) but to the first house, the number one as it is the beginning of spring. Winter is the elder time, wisdom that culminates in PIcses, with the white tops on the mountain that represent Capricorn the goat, winter, hardly the order of I (One) since Capricorn was an elder who through life and lifetimes, had ascending up the mountain of life, it was not a beginning, save for the one who has found the ending and therefore the beginning also.

Mars was at 14* on that cross, soon to click into his position of 13* as the whole thing forged into the Philosophers Stone, written on the tablets as the Christed sacrifice took form in the Blood MOONs, that will continue on into next year, and the whole thing is the Beginning, not an ending. An eclipse, such as the Blood Moon that set this stage and 'was a sign in the heavens for those who have eyes to see', will have an effect for an entire year and that will lead into all the days that follow. Normally, the moon sets the stage for its 28 day cycle, but this blood moon, connected to the Grand Cardinal Cross (ALL RED LETTER DAYS), WILL HAVE AN ACUTE AFFECT ON THOSE WITH PLANETS AND ASPECTS ESPECIALLY AT 13/14*.
Yes, the actual 'initial' crucifixion may be over, but it is far from OVER. Because, this is an initiation, and it is just as the Red Letter connotes, a beginning.
Will the pressures ease off at times? YES, but just like lava, it will erupt over the next year at times, especially whenever these cardinal points are aspected and triggered. On May 20^th, Mars will go direct and then on Monday, June 16^th he will once again CROSS OVER
that critical 13 degree point. While he is pulling back the veil in Libra, and he is opposing URanus, and squaring both Pluto in Capricorn and Jupiter in Cancer, he is opening up the deep wounds. This is very Chirotic, (Chiron being the wounded healer, or Christed aspect in the chart; he is also the 'key' to the chart as I have outlined many times by now, and is in the shape of a key symbolically for that reason) so it can be very overwhelming to those people who are often the 'sacrificial lambs' and simply cast aside with the titles, 'crazy' or 'eye rolling', but then worse than that, when proven correct, not given proper credit and slighted again. This can be the cruciform of an excruciating experience: "My God, my God why hast Thou forsaken me?" Where are all those apostles anyway? Oh, that's right; they have run off and hidden, save for the women, and especially, Mary Magdalene, who never leaves Jesus's side. It is She who comes and sees Him risen first.
Up from the depths (PLUTO In Capricorn, which will cause problems with: teeth, bones, knees, any part of the skeletal system) comes Mars/Ares, bubbling up to the surface this blood, from old wounds being reopened with current life situations, as those around you reveal themselves, in this time of REVEALATIONS.
Pluto will ask to shed the skins of those old lives, for you to rise to a new level as the Eagle flies with the Dove. It is only in the power of the Holy Spirit, the Divine Revealer, where Grace and Mercy can comfort you. If you are lucky, you will have angels both of the earthly variety, and those who will reach through the veil and show you the WAY.
Don't rush through this, rest when needed and find the solace to repair the wounds and heal and slake the soul. Before you jaunt off with a smile, take the time to sit with the wounded child, and LISTEN TO THE PAIN, IT WILL TAKE YOU TO THE SOURCE OF YOUR LIFE, THE WITNESS OF TIME (SATURN) to reveal who you are. In this way, integrity forms a whole and renewed self, which will be lighter and literally LIGHT.
For those who rush off too soon, the wound will remain once again, unattended and fester further. We are sadly not taught to do this properly, but it has become a very Western Culture process to skip it all, put on a smile as if you can bless the whole thing and let it go, but this simply prolongs the healing and the wound again goes unattended, all that pain for naught. LISTEN to your heart song. Listen to that Cardinal Canary who sings longingly to you to appreciate the MUSE, the music of the soul.
Pluto will go direct at 11* on September 23^rd and pass that critical 13* Point, after once  again forming into the square to Uranus on December 14^th at 12* and Mars will be forming the square to his position in Libra then at 6*, ready to move into place for the Cardinal square that will form at the end of the month, with the sun in Capricorn too. On the 21^st, Mars will hit exact on the 12* mark and meet up with Pluto and on the 22^nd, he will CROSS OVER his 13* of Capricorn square to his position in the Grand Cardinal Cross. On December 29^th, the moon will rendezvous with Uranus at the 13* mark again and the sun will be heading into full connection with URanus to put the whole thing into another spin. Expect the bubbling lava of Mars to come up then, and if you have not properly tended to those wounds now….well. The agony in the garden won't just be an allegory.

The reason I Am not just painting rainbows and dazzling the stars in the moonlight, is because some people, will most acutely be affected, and I don't want them to feel like they are doing something wrong, and also that it is a 'time that will pass'. If you are feeling stronger, than please, spread your wings and comfort those who feel very much as if they are on the cross. Would you tell someone who was bleeding to death to just get up and get over it? YES, some people will do the abominable thing they always do, blaspheme the WORD, or take advantage of others by claiming 'poor me' as just another excuse to get attention. Woe to those who cause suffering for their own sake.  

These are critical times, so please, if you can be kind…be kind. If you are suffering, it isn't just in your head, take head and nurture and heal those wounds.Greater things that these shall you do, once you recover and find your inner light. Than shall you take that light and light up the world. For the reason they are ILLUMINATED MANUSCRIPTS, as in the Kell bible, is because it is ILLUMINATING, it is not to be overlooked or simply 'to get over', but a doorway to GO THROUGH.
Fly like an eagle, till your free, fly like an eagle let your spirit carry thee.