Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Message for Thursday 1 February 2018


Thursday 1 February 2018

\Risks Met Gracefully/

Moon in Leo-->Virgo   * * * * *
/moon goes void-of-course at 3:00a PT | 6:00a ET | 11:00a UT  * * * *
until it enters Virgo at 11:14a PT | 2:14p ET | 7:14p UT   * * * * *

A man holding a fowl by the neck in the act of strangling it.  Cruelty and cowardice.  Taking advantage of the defenseless.  c   \We may not realize when we are hurting someone, if we are putting expediency and quick results over consideration and kindness.  That would go along with the moon squaring Mars today, plus Mars's octile with Pluto (impatient and demanding). 



A forest fire quenched.  Concern.  s   \But there is always a chance to right things, to quench the fire of passion, anger, or impatient disregard. One becomes concerned for the whole community, realizing that its well-being is coincident with one's own.




A cavalier fully armed.  Militant and aggressive. Outwardly cautious and suave.  Ought to observe regard for others.  Assertion.   b  \This seems to teach the same lesson just considered.  Or, if you are not tempted toward being overly aggressive yourself, you may experience it from others.

A boat upon the sea to which a submerged man is clinging for support.  He should admit his incompetence. A friend is raised up capable of supporting him in his extremity.  This is in response to great faith.  Insecurity.  c   \While the moon is v-of-c for a long stretch early in the day, one might need to "admit one's incompetence," that is, slow down and take it slow when tempted to rush through anything, doing it quickly but poorly. It is not wimpy or uncourageous to get help and support when that is desperately needed.  Sometimes it takes great faith even to realize that help is available.  Then one might say that faith itself brings the help.


A tastefully furnished room, with a large wax candle on a round table in the center.  A lover of his home; conventional proclivities; a "house-proud" individual.  c   \One needs one's home space for recovery or recuperation, and the more pleasant it is the more restorative. 

A man walking on the edge of a precipice.  Reckless.  Sensitive, impulsive.  Affectionate and honorable.  c   \If impulsiveness is affectionate and honorable, it wins the day. The risks it takes give it charisma.

A little child learning to walk.  Individuality.  s   \Much is forgiven or overlooked when one has a winning childlike disposition. Then one's unique individuality, no matter how awkward at times, is welcomed.   

{Thursday}  /Risks Met Gracefully\

Cosmic Piper


b: Signor Borelli, 19th century clairvoyant; interpreted by Sepharial who was Walter Gorn Old
c: Charubel, 19th century clairvoyant who was John Thomas
s: Sabian symbol which came through psychic Elsie Wheeler, interpreted by Marc Edmund Jones

January-February 2018, Daily Ratings (Maximum * * * * *)

31 Wednesday *
1  Thursday  * * * * *   But during v-of-c, 3:00a-11:14a PT,  6:00a-2:14p ET,  * * * *
2  Friday      * * * *
3 Saturday   * *           After 1:48p PT | 4:48p ET | 9:48p UT   * * *
4 Sunday      * * *        After 4:22p PT | 7:22p ET | 12:22a(M) UT    * *
5 Monday     * *            After 10:47a PT | 1:47p ET | 6:47p UT   *
6 Tuesday     * * *
7 Wednesday *
Sometimes long-term aspects will depress the ratings for weeks at a time, or raise them.  They are intended to be in force from dawn to midnight of the given day. The period from midnight to dawn can partake of the nature of either day. 

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Message for Wednesday 31 January 2018

Wednesday 31 January 2018

^Unmasking^

Moon in Leo   *


An old woman seated on a stool with a hooded cloak wrapped closely round her.  Selfishness, jealousy, bitterness.  Isolation.  b  \We need to protect ourselves from such attitudes. We cannot be misanthropic and expect to be treated well by "anthropos" or humanity! We are seeing people as monsters when they really are trying the best they know how.


A sexton digging a grave.  Secretive, unsympathetic.  c   \Taking pleasure in others' miseries is called by the Germans Schadenfreude.  Not good.  The sexton and the bitter old woman have a lot in common.


A man unmasked.  Analysis.  s   \Those two think they are unmasking others, but need to unmask themselves. We see into others' faults easily, not so easily into our own. All this is starting to sound like one of those semi-malicious or sadistic party games where people unravel one another's pretensions and egos. Do we need that? Maybe. 

A lion raging against the bars of its cage.  Native strength and dignity.  Should recognize the rights and privileges of compeers and superiors, adapting himself to environment, in order to avoid losing liberty.  Restraint.  b   \Yes, if that party game went too far it could end in a summons to the police or a lawsuit. Who needs that? 

A man walking on the edge of a precipice.  Reckless.  Sensitive, impulsive.  Affectionate and honorable.  c   \People want to be a little reckless in order to release tensions and prove to themselves that they are not afraid of anything. So they may do things which seem overly impulsive, yet be good people, "affectionate and honorable" at heart.

Hunters starting out for ducks.  Enterprise.  s   /Maybe we are stalking someone's hypocrisy or egotism? Or we could change that around to just doing reasonably what we need to do to secure what we need for ourselves, and perhaps save ourselves needless misery.


A little child learning to walk.  Individuality.  s   /In an encounter-group or 12-step brouhaha, people let themselves be children learning to walk, and help others get up after stumbling,--to develop their individuality with a little kindly support.

{Wednesday}  ^Unmasking^

Cosmic Piper



b: Signor Borelli, 19th century clairvoyant; interpreted by Sepharial who was Walter Gorn Old
c: Charubel, 19th century clairvoyant who was John Thomas
s: Sabian symbol which came through psychic Elsie Wheeler, interpreted by Marc Edmund Jones

January-February 2018, Daily Ratings (Maximum * * * * *)

30 Tuesday   * * * * *   But during two hours of v-of-c, * * * *  8:41a-10:54a PT; 11:41a-1:54p ET
31 Wednesday *
1  Thursday  * * * * *   But during v-of-c, 3:00a-11:14a PT,  6:00a-2:14p ET,  * * * *
2  Friday      * * * *
3 Saturday   * *           After 1:48p PT | 4:48p ET | 9:48p UT   * * *
4 Sunday      * * *        After 4:22p PT | 7:22p ET | 12:22a(M) UT    * *
5 Monday     * *            After 10:47a PT | 1:47p ET | 6:47p UT   *
6 Tuesday     * * *
7 Wednesday *
Sometimes long-term aspects will depress the ratings for weeks at a time, or raise them.  They are intended to be in force from dawn to midnight of the given day. The period from midnight to dawn can partake of the nature of either day. 

Extra Feature: Experimenting with the Planetary Hours

Extra Feature:  Experimenting with the Planetary Hours

There is a good app for the Planetary Hours, which I downloaded to my phone today. It's Planetary Hours by Luigi Notaro. There is also Planetary Hours Pro which only costs two dollars! I haven't downloaded it yet but probably shall. It has extra features which sound useful.

The basic app shows the current planetary hour for the day and your location. I have not checked it carefully yet with my own calculations but have no reason to assume that it is out of kilter. It is very convenient, showing the hours in whatever format you wish and highlighting the current one so you can see it immediately. 

I am not new to these hours! I have used them, on and off, for decades. I have gone for months at a time not using them at all, then gone through periods of using them quite regularly, then dropped them again. I do not disbelieve in them but sometimes feel it might be better to follow the logic of events as they unfold in their own way each day than to try to structure them mentally with this or any other system. However, at present it again makes sense to me. 

The most profound interpretation of the meaning of these hours is probably Marc Edmund Jones's in How to Live With the Stars, which is I believe the last book he wrote--pretty certainly that last one he published--on astrology. It gets to the innermost essence of what these hours might mean and what they might be good for. He writes, as always, in a style which is pretty abstract for most tastes, and many read him and say "What the h is he talking about?" and just give up on him. However, I think that in this case his one-paragraph expositions of each of the seven hours are amazingly helpful, and yield more and more insight as one revisits them and ponders them during the hours themselves.

But I would also recommend reading other interpretations, more conventional ones, about what the hours are good for. If you know anything about the planets you could already figure this out.  Saturn bad, Jupiter good, Mars energetic, sun proud, Venus social, Mercury intellectual, moon homey or comfy.  Well, yes, that makes some sense but it is not all of the story. 

I just gave them in the order in which they occur, Chaldean order. There is no beginning and no end although one usually begins with Saturn because they go from the slowest-moving of the anciently known planets, Saturn, to the fastest-moving, our moon.  

Here is what I have found after years of working with them. This is my own viewpoint and yours might be very much different. Only working with the hours yourself would inform you how you get along with them and how you might best use them.

Imagine yourself either retired or on a luxurious vacation. Your time is your own, or if you have a companion she or he is willing to go along with your timing. 

In the Moon hour you are at home or in your hotel room. You have things to do like eat, maybe wash clothes, take a shower, do light housekeeping, or whatnot. All very Mooney, the domestic planet. It rules water and nutrition. I find that I often feel like eating during the moon hour. It may also be just the right time for a bath or shower, and then getting dressed. 

The Saturn hour comes up. You sit down with your Bible, or other scripture, or uplifting spiritual writing, or you listen to hymns or sacred music or inspiring stuff of whatever nature. Or you sit silently meditating or praying or both. I merely suggest this because to me it makes sense that the Saturn hour would be the "sabbatical" hour, the time for worship, just as for the Hebrews Saturn's day, Saturday is the day for worship. We do need to keep our link with the Highest intact. If you are a Sabian student you may study your Sabian lessons; if Catholic you may recite from the week's prayer book or do the rosary, and so on. 

The Jupiter hour hits! Time for adventure! Jupiter rules Sagittarius the planet of travel, internationalism, and expanded horizons. You leave your home or hotel room to see what in the world is going on. You are up for anything. People and life are interesting. God is here in the world as well as in your solitary meditation room. Maybe you have a pre-chosen destination or maybe not. You could make it up as you go along because luck should be with you. 

The Mars hour intervenes. He has a bad reputation, the planet of fighting and arguing. However, we all need some testosterone to keep us going. Maybe this hour you feel competitive or meet people who disagree with you or want to interact with you in a challenging way. That could be all for the good. Maybe you want to play a game with someone. Maybe your ambitions surge, so you think, "What am I learning which would help me in my profession or hobby to excel?" So you tune your ears and eyes to things along that line. You should not be afraid of challenge or human differences, but find them instructive and stimulating. You need to keep up with things.

Now the Sun shines. His hour brings confidence. Apollo is the sun-god. He is gloriously good-looking and feels he knows how to meet anything. So do you. You might feel unduly superior to people around you, so it is good to remind yourself that they also reflect Apollo; each of them has her or his glory to demonstrate before the world and yourself, to be appreciated. This also seems to be an excellent social hour, but not only that. If you have a special project of your own to pursue, revealing your talent and skill, you might take up with that rather than interact directly with a lot of people. Or you might choose the latter if you are on vacation. All is good; God is in his heaven and all is right with the world. 

Venus sneaks in. She is lovely, and you didn't expect her! One of those moments. Love at first sight? Be careful. One ought not to be presumptuous. Or ought one to be daring? Venus gives her own signals, yet one must not get ahead of oneself. She does not like presumption, but responds to kindness, admiration and appreciation. But what can I say about love? You know more about it than I. At any rate, this could be the hour for enjoyment, for a beautiful scene, or for luxuriating in a restaurant or bar or wherever destiny takes one gracefully. If with your companion, you will have a specially good time doing whatever you most like to do together. 

But then Mercury of the swift-winged sandals flies through the window. He is restless. He makes you restless. Something is changing. You feel like getting up to move somewhere, maybe just another table, or maybe someone interrupts you, or your phone rings or you use your phone to connect with someone else who comes to mind, or you just start reading the latest headlines. Information hour. Thinking hour. The hour of the mind's pursuit of something or nothing. Venus may not be gone entirely but maybe your companion also is reaching for her or his phone rather than looking at you. Life is this changeable scene, and now we perceive everything in a fresh way because of the segue. 

Are you going to go somewhere else, or go home? That often is the question in the Mercury hour. Luna is here, and she calls to home in one way or another. Maybe this is not literally home or your hotel room, but another place where you feel specially comfortable. Yes, the Moon hour has come back, where we began, and you may feel hungry again, or think of or wish for family, or want some privacy perhaps, or realize you need to do something at home. It's not always an outwardly domestic hour but something in it is domestic internally, maybe a sense of clinging to someone familiar. 

And then, again the approach to the Highest in the Saturn hour, and then . . .

One might not want to be overly compulsive about any of this, yet I believe it is good to fast during any Saturn hour. In fact, if working with a diet, one might restrict one's eating to Moon, Jupiter, and Venus hours. The Mars, Sun and Mercury hours might be better spent in expending energy, probably, than in acquiring it through food. 

This is of course oversimplified but if you were to follow out this scenario a few times, on different days, you might get wonderful insights into what the hours mean and how to respond to them.  At the very least it is an excellent exercise in self-awareness and mindfulness.  A hint: One such seven-hour sequence begins early in the afternoon on Saturdays, extending to early evening; another from mid-morning Sundays till mid-afternoon. In the winter months the daylight hours are shorter; in the summer months they are luxuriantly longer. 



Hugh / Cosmic Piper

Monday, January 29, 2018

Message for Tuesday 30 January 2018

Tuesday 30 January 2018

^Applauding One's Own Win^

Moon in Cancer-->Leo   * * * * *
/moon goes void-of-course at 8:41a PT | 11:41a ET | 4:41p UT   * * * *
until it enters Leo at 10:54a PT | 1:54p ET | 6:54p UT   * * * * *

A man lying prone upon a bed of sickness.  Perhaps inept, indolent or perverted.  Apathy.   b  \You may see this more easily in someone else than in yourself. It could be someone "calling in sick" or "playing possum." 

Two bulls fighting on the edge of a precipice.  Energy.  Needed:  force of direction, self-restraint, discretion, moderation.  Forcefulness.   b  \Here is a dialectical opposition to the first symbol. Often fights in the symbols signify mental happenings, as if you were hashing out some opposition within your own mind between two ideas, plans, or loyalties. 


A watchdog standing guard.  Probity.   s  \Probity is "Complete and confirmed integrity; having strong moral principles." (WordWeb)  The watchdog helps to settle the bulls' battle or prevent it from going bad. Fighters usually don't think of principles until it's too late. Integrity might help a choice between two loyalties. 

Hunters starting out for ducks.  Enterprise.   s  \ Ah, we are able to do something conventional, reasonable, and enterprising! (It's just a symbol so those who don't like hunting need not be alarmed. An animal-rights person could be hunting down cruelty.)

Two men playing chess.  Ability.   s  \ Again, a normal interesting exercise of one's powers and abilities. It carries out the notion of competition in the fight of the bulls at a more subtle, intellectual level. 

A monster rocket exploding in mid-air above a crowd.  Attains ephemeral popularity; soon over.   c  \The injured bull has won but the cow he was courting rejects him anyway. The geeky dude wins the chess game but nobody applauds. 

A man at a table with drawing instruments and paper before him.  Artistic. Good architect or engineer.  Lover of fine arts.   c  /Well if there is no immediate winning, or a win without applause, it is good to settle down to that lonesome project which you can pursue all by yourself. You have the talent. 

{Tuesday}  ^Applauding One's Own Win^

Cosmic Piper


b: Signor Borelli, 19th century clairvoyant; interpreted by Sepharial who was Walter Gorn Old
c: Charubel, 19th century clairvoyant who was John Thomas
s: Sabian symbol which came through psychic Elsie Wheeler, interpreted by Marc Edmund Jones

January-February 2018, Daily Ratings (Maximum * * * * *)

29 Monday    * 
30 Tuesday   * * * * *   But during two hours of v-of-c, * * * *  8:41a-10:54a PT; 11:41a-1:54p ET
31 Wednesday *
1  Thursday  * * * * *   But during v-of-c, 3:00a-11:14a PT,  6:00a-2:14p ET,  * * * *
2  Friday      * * * *
3 Saturday   * *           After 1:48p PT | 4:48p ET | 9:48p UT   * * *
4 Sunday      * * *        After 4:22p PT | 7:22p ET | 12:22a(M) UT    * *
5 Monday     * *            After 10:47a PT | 1:47p ET | 6:47p UT   *
6 Tuesday     * * *
Sometimes long-term aspects will depress the ratings for weeks at a time, or raise them.  They are intended to be in force from dawn to midnight of the given day. The period from midnight to dawn can partake of the nature of either day. 

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Denis Johnson, Exorcist

The forecast for Monday has already been posted here. From my journal: 

Denis Johnson (look him up, novelist, brilliant) has hooked me up somehow with my Uncle Walt, a wonderful man whom I wish I had known better when I was a kid.

It's all inexplicable. Denis Johnson wrote about the Vietnam War in his novel Tree of Smoke which I started reading two days ago. I am utterly impressed by it, startled by it, overwhelmed by it.  Where has Denis Johnson been all my life? I feel him as a brother, a companion, an elder but also a friend. He knows things. He knows what very few know. He has uttered in a few sentences, here and there in his novel, hidden under foliage and banana leaves and flattened cigarette packs on the ceilings of bamboo huts, enunciations of the Absolute. There is nothing missing in this novel, insofar as it treats of human suffering and confusion. It is totally incredibly Buddhist, Christian, Communist, atheist, and human (I would say "humanistic" but that is a nasty word). It reaches into something we all know but are afraid to say.

I became his brother when I read, in a commentary published in an article about Denis in the Atlantic, I think, a few years ago, a denunciation of this novel which I find incandescently illuminating. It was something like "A totally boring horrible never-ending compendium of bad writing" or something equally insulting. Huh? Wha? Duh, man, whoever you are who wrote this, you are not a critic but you are definitely critical. In bad shape. Doomed to suffering until you wake up and appreciate Denis Johnson's writing.

I always knew that there are a multitude of "intellectuals" and "critics" and pseudo-intellectual pompous asses who do not understand good writing or good human beings. They are, in fact, Legion, that is, there are too many of them, demons, yet Jesus a couple centuries ago tossed them out of an obsessed man and he is still able to do that. Believe me. He shall toss them out of all those who do not understand the value of Denis Johnson's writing.

Of course, I have to admit that the only writing of his with which I am conversant is the first few chapters of Tree of Smoke. Yet it is the novel of his which won the National Book Award. That is no small achievement. I find, in an essay about him by Michiko Kakutani (where has she gone? Does she still exist? She was once the chiefest or closest to chiefest of the book reviewers of the New York Times) the following:  “My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see. That — and no more, and it is everything.”  That is a quote from Joseph Conrad which Denis re-quoted to try to explain what he was trying to do. And yes, without a doubt, that is what he was doing in his book Tree of Smoke. I am overwhelmed by it.

Monday 1/22/2018
I am less overwhelmed but continue to be interested in pursuing the novel. Have done 100 pages of its 600. Complex, gossipy, diverse characters, no sharp plot line yet, the aimlessness of "real life" in a semi-military semi-"intelligence" "post" which is not a post, and on and on.

One wonders how Johnson could have written it without being a veteran, but I guess he was not. He had relatives in the military I think, or in the intelligence services. 

His own intelligence came from elsewhere. He did read the Bible. That is probably why I can read him.

My friend X called tonight and it was a long meandering conversation about this and that, except it was not a conversation but a monologue as it always is when he calls. I felt guilty for wishing he would just shut up but what I really wished was that he would listen to a little of what I had to say, which is not totally uninteresting I hope but he seems to think it is. Uninteresting.

If a "conversation" with someone is 90 per cent his talk and 10 per cent one's own, something is definitely wrong.

Denis had some good advice for writers, but I don't care to summon it up. After I read it I thought "This is the kind of stuff writers make up to tell would-be writers when actually they never really followed the advice themselves, but they get posts at writers' camps or writing schools and have to say something so they make up these tendentious 'rules' for writers which they never thought of until they had to 'teach' writing either because the royalties were not enough or because a writer's ego is so huge it has to have a vent in self-praise, as in 'teaching,' as well as in writing."  But I forgive Denis because he is a genuinely good human being and a fine writer. That is, it appears he actually has things to say. 

How does one encompass the whole world in one's writing?  Why should one do that, or want to do it? I am not saying that Denis consciously wanted to do that, as apparently Balzac did (or B. would say "No, I only wanted to encompass all of Paris"), but it appears that Denis was doing it in this Tree of Smoke novel. It is just too cosmopolitan for me. Scenes all over the world. But I realize some lives play out that way. Not mine and I am glad. I have been just a little less provincial than the philosopher Kant who never left his home town of Konigsberg but conquered the world of thought from there. 

No, Denis's advice for writing would not really work for me. It would be like swallowing green tea to inspire a poem. Not really.

There is the dilemma of containing so much of time and space in one's writing, whether it is essays or novels or stories. One chooses time and space, times and spaces, but one does not realize what one is choosing until it has been chosen.

I think of my Uncle Homer. He was not Homer the poet. I wonder if he ever read him, in translation? 

My first memory of him is in uniform, a World War II American dark green uniform with military cap, walking across a field on the farm of his father, my grandfather, my mother's father. He smiled. He was glad to be home. And he liked having been a soldier and the glory it gave him. It was a classic scene. Homer returning to his father, like Odysseus! How is it possible that I was vouchsafed that vision when I was no more than four years old? And that I remember it? He actually returned home by walking across a field on the farm he grew up on. It was classic. 

It is a vivid, strong, never-fading ancestral memory. I do not think my parents or aunts or uncles saw him on that field as I did. I believe I was the first to see him. When I mentioned the memory they seemed skeptical. But I saw my Uncle Homer coming home.