Friday 24 September 2021
\Through Travail to New Dawn/
Moon in Taurus
|Karmically serious, challenging, sobering third| of this week continues until Saturday at 1:36a PT | 4:36a ET | 8:36a UT
Challenge: It has to be said again: We are in the Dark or Slow Hermetic Epoch until November 3. This does not mean that everything is terrible but shows backtracking, confusion, dithering, mistakes, retreats after ill-considered advances, and so on. And so we have 'a battered hulk lying upon the seashore.' You may feel this way, as if you had been rudderless for months or years and now are suffering shipwreck, abandoned by fortune and other human beings. What caused your decline? 'A naked man is falling from a rock into a lake.' This degree was prominent in the horoscope of Bill Clinton. He attained a high position but fell from it through the allurements of the opposite sex. Of course he recovered, but not without travail, so we might take a clue from the symbol, and guard ourselves and our impulses. (Venus exactly opposite Uranus can be intense attractions mingled with intense reactive separations.)
Process: Luna with Uranus, both opposed to Venus, could be 'the perils of Pauline' and we have 'a female in a state of nudity' whose voluptuousness could cause her to be carried away. This seems a counterpart of the previous symbol. If reduced to mere flirtatiousness it might be harmless. We have also an unusual occult-magical symbol: 'A long pole suspended horizontally in mid-air with a rope attached to each end connected with the earth.' Charubel says this is knowledge of a law in nature generally unknown, its operations marvelous and astounding. And so one could have good luck with an unusual endeavor or escapade.
Blessing: We remain in the |difficult third| of this week so we should mute expectations. Nevertheless we have 'the dawn of a new day, everything changed.' (MAGA or Trunp people hope this will be 'a new day' because of some results of the Arizona election-integrity investigation to be announced before noon.) One relies ultimately on oneself (plus the Supreme) and so one can have 'the dawn of a new day' whenever one chooses. Internal self-discovery joins with external innovation. Even this might soar to, at some deep reach, 'an angel standing in mid-air, with a long scroll, covered with writing, unfolded.' 'This is the Messianic degree' says Charubel, though with the qualification that that is its optimum expression. At least today we might hope for wonderful things, whether objectively manifest or inwardly perceived or imagined. The angels of the Messiah may be extending scrolls we fail to read. Faith is 'the substance of things hoped for.'
{Friday} /Through Travail to New Dawn\
Cosmic Piper
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