From the dark cave of Scorpio arises
Sagittarius. It always makes me think of times in which we endure hit
after extraordinary hit until we reach the point of delirium and
devolve into laughter even though it is probably not the socially
appropriate response to what is happening.
That's very similar to the way I see
Sagittarius laden folks in general. They are known for their smart
assery, their comedy, their wisdom, their big infectious laugh. Among
other things. I appreciate that about them. But, I also know it is
not the light giggly type of champagne bubbles that come from their
polar opposite of Gemini. Sagittarius has usually seen some shit,
dude. Heavy. Dark. Most seem to have reached that point of crazed
delirium to a degree.
I have learned a great deal on a
personal level from Sagittarius. Contrary to their boisterous
reputation, it was a Sagittarius who taught me that sometimes silence
is the best response. To let someone's words hit absolute dead air.
The same Sag also taught me to add a little lemon juice to my water
when I poach chicken to make it nice and shred-able for chicken
salad..in case you think the centaurs can't cook. Some of the best
cooks I've met in my life had a healthy dose of Sagittarius in some
form. Another Sag taught me how to deal with my anger. “Push
yourself back in your chair and laugh when they say something that
sets you off. They will either think you are absolutely crazy or
laugh with you,” he chirped through his wide smile. Every bit of
the above being worthy lessons for me to learn. Sagittarius was my
very first friend on this planet. My favorite boss. The best
coworker. My absolute worst nightmare when in search of compatibility
and monogamy in a relationship....but, also the most fun I ever had
during the same.
From the sign of Sagittarius we inherit
things like gratitude, generosity, a sense of humor, showmanship, the
bursting forth of celebration after having survived death throes all
around us, wisdom, temperance and believe it or not, at it's
best, a sense of humility. It goes wrong when we place too much
emphasis on our own greatness believing it sets us apart from the
rest of the world in some special or exalted kind of way. When we
believe ourselves to be super-human or saviors of the whole world.
When we miss out on the beauty of sharing due our own fear and,
instead, devolve into selfish gluts. When we demand to be the only
one in the spotlight. When we allow our humor to turn toward pushing
others down instead of helping them stand back up. Fear ruins a lot
of things and is the root of all evil when we are talking about the
Sagittarius. At their best, they laugh in the face in fear.
For the most part, the Jupiter children
are fairly easy to spot. Especially those with the sign rising. There
is a glow and this big wide smile that cannot be missed with these
folks. And, even if you can't see them, just hearing them laugh will
clue you in. It's unmistakable. There is magic in the laughter of a
Sagittarius. A boldness and daring mixed with just a touch of
restlessness. I have a friend who has been in my life for decades.
Aries Sun. Cancer Moon. Sagittarius rising. She could be telling me
she just got hit by a bus and nearly died...and she would tell the
story with a smile on her face. That's something else that they are
wonderful with...story telling. Complete with self-animation. My
friend is a journalist, by the way.
The lead in to this New Moon includes a
square from the Sun to Neptune in Pisces (12/5), a trine from Mercury
to the nodal axis (12/4) and the Moon in Scorpio bouncing off of the
entire sky...including Mercury in direct station while still in trine
to the nodal axis on the evening of 12/5. Then, on the 6th,
the Moon bumps into Jupiter in the morning as Mercury turns direct
that evening. I see a very clear “aha” moment there that is
blurred once again by the Moon's incoming square to Mars and Neptune
just prior to this new lunar cycle's official commencement.
The New Moon is in orb of this square
to Neptune and Mars. But, it wanes by then. There is ambiguity,
fatigue, confusion all funneling into the balsamic period. Yet, like
a Polaroid, the picture will develop (albeit slowly) as we pass
through this Moon cycle. We will emerge from the fog. Figures in hazy
shadows on the horizon will begin to take a more solid shape. We will
start to wake up with the realization that we have survived the Hell
we just came through. In our pockets, we will find nuggets of wisdom
attached to memory and experience.
We have lived. We have learned. So, now
what? My suggestion is to use whatever your answer is to the latter
as your intention. Your “now what?” becomes “and so it shall
be.”
Our Tarot Guide for this New Moon seems
a little less than celebratory. I drew the Death card. Which points
to Scorpio more than it does the sign of the Archer. We aren't wholly
out of that tunnel yet. Mercury and Venus...our hearts and minds..are
still lingering in amongst the graves. Frozen and zombie-like...still
half in a state of shock. But, if you throw the concept of Death at
most Sagittarians, they are just going to smile at you and say
something like, “Yes. And this is why we must live and laugh while
we can.” Sagittarius looks back at the swamp of Scorpio he just
crawled out of knowing that he may have survived it out of sheer luck
or by the skin of his own teeth declaring, “Heh, yeah...no need to
go back THERE again...let's set our trajectory on seeing what else is
out there. Let's make that Hell a good story but with a 'stick a fork
in it, done' kind of ending, k?”
Of course, Sagittarians glean their
lessons from experience and are able to re-animate the story upon
request adding a few extra giggles and twists and turns with each
re-telling. But, otherwise, the door is shut on that morbid tale.
Sagittarian eyes face forward. With Mercury now direct, we can move
on too. With Venus retracing her retrograde shadow and past her third
opposition with Uranus, we can focus on allowing her to restore and
regenerate herself. And, with Jupiter now in his domicile we can stop
glorifying the dark and explore new territory with luck and guardian
angels at our sides.
But. You have to let the thing die
first. And that “thing” I speak of? It's likely exhumed for us in
horrific full color view as we walk through the balsamic Moon period.
You have to be willing to turn it back over into the soil and let it
go. You have to be willing to turn your face from the darkness and be
brave enough to turn toward the light.
Sagittarius is the fire of the Phoenix.
A fire we eventual learn to temper and direct. It is the inspiration
and faith that built the prophet, the sage and the philosopher. That
beautiful light of survival that emerges from the gravestones of
Scorpio. The part of us that is eternal and survives even death. The
soul, the spirit, the energy, the essence of us that endures even
after Death. We carry with us the fact that Death is
non-discriminatory and we were all sent here to meet with him
eventually. Turn around and shut the door tight on whatever it is you
just survived. Then, about face with a grin toward the new sunrise
making bold your declarations for how you now shall LIVE until it's
your turn to meet with him. Spin your memories of survival into
stories of adventure sharing what it is you have learned while
eventually coming to a point where you can rob that past trial of
it's power through laughter. Rise on the bubbles of that joyous
desire to live...to experience...to drink it all in because, next
time, when death comes we may not win. But this time, pilgrim, you
have been SAVED! Redeemed! Sing out in all your glory. Bring yourself
back to life. Be that hero to yourself that you've been waiting on.
Share. Laugh. Embrace joy. Because about the only mistake you can
make here is believing that you have to go back to that cave you just
crawled out of or that you always have tomorrow to begin again. All
we have, friends, is this moment, this breath, this second on the
clock. Live it and learn from it before all the sands run out.
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