Message for Friday 18 March 2022

 Friday 18 March 2022

}With the Aid of History, Patient Adaptation{

Moon in Virgo-->Libra

/moon goes void-of-course at 1:12a PT | 4:12a ET | 8:12a UT
until it enters Libra at 4:27a PT | 7:27a ET | 11:27a UT

"A lion raging against the bars of its cage" could be Zelensky, Putin, Ukrainian citizens, Russian citizens, or any one of us.  Sepharial says that we need to be aware that "compeers and superiors are equally jealous as ourselves of their rights and privileges."  The lion will not be caged forever, and while it is, needs to be calm so as not to make things worse.  "A ruin consisting of the remains of an ancient massive wall, with an archway therein" is intriguing and could inveigle one to "find more pleasure in the retrospective than the prospective."  Either antiquity or more recent history could be a good study.  It seems, for example, that most of us are pretty ignorant of the history of Ukraine and its relation to Russia.  The "archway" in the "ruins" suggests that we could find a way out from current disaster through a more cogent awareness of the relevant historical context.    

"Two daggers crossed" could be, at best, fencing without injuring rather than wounding or being wounded.  Contention, or "a radical want of harmony," does not make for friendship.  However, if the "daggers" are intellectual powers this could be a symbol of savvy negotiation, which we certainly need rather than more weapons!  Charubel hints at a more exalted style of "warfare":  "A hand with a sword in it.  Just rising in the ascendant, a halo of golden light envelopes it.  That sword is not for indiscriminate slaughter.  It is to defend the right."  But who is the bearer of that "sword" which, let us hope, is not a nuclear or other weapon but a sharply incisive use of negotiation?  "Thou hast a mission to accomplish, and wilt be armed with the necessary power and authority.  Thou art a child of the sun.  The worldlings, inhabitants of this red planet, will not see thee as thou art seen by thy compeers."  

At times one might feel like "a man upon a raft floating in the open sea."  Misanthropic isolation could stem from a lack of initiative, a wandering and uncertain mind rendering itself helpless.  One can overcome discouragement or nerveless apathy by "taking in hand the rudder of intelligence whereby to guide one's course, spreading one's sails in hope."  Back to land, one could be like "a man habited in rough clothes hewing timber close to a log hut."  One adapts oneself to circumstances honestly and shapes a world of one's own from rude materials supplied by nature.  Industry and stability could unite with humility, making for impersonal utility.  

{Friday}  {With the Aid of History, Patient Adaptation}

Cosmic Piper