Eclipse reports…

June 28, 2010

Just have to share this amazing story. Last week, during the course of a different conversation, a client mentioned a triathlon to be held in Philadelphia starting at 7:30 am on June 26. A friend had asked her to come and watch him perform in it.

Good grief! 7:30 am on June 26 in Philadelphia was the exact moment of the BIG Lunar eclipse: The one exactly on Pluto and participating in the giant T-square between Pluto (and Eclipse), Saturn, Uranus and Jupiter. What an awful time to start a triathlon! I said I didn’t think this event would conclude safely. It would likely be stopped before the finish, and there was likely to be a bad accident associated with it. I was concerned about water because of the dangerous lunar (watery) eclipse. I wished that he wouldn’t go (the eclipse negatively affected his chart), and told her to avoid it herself if she didn’t want to be caught up in an awful situation.

Today she reported in:

“First, my friend told me on Friday ( the day before the June 26 eclipse/triathlon day) that he decided NOT to particpate at the last minute. He said he felt like his body wasn’t up for it!! You said that his energy wouldn’t be right. Second, part of the triathlon – the SWIM- had to be stopped and cancelled in the middle of the race b/c one of the swimmers was missing under water. They had the police and rescue boats there, and unfortunately, the person drowned!! So the race could not be completed!!”

Isn’t astrology amazing!

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The “Cardinal Cross”

June 26, 2010

Much is being made of the “cardinal cross” in the sky this summer. Of course, it is only a “cardinal cross” in the tropical zodiac. In the sidereal zodiac, used by the Vedic astrologers and by astronomers, these powerful planets are in the late degrees of mutable signs.

So what’s the point here? The point is the solstice and equinox points. The REASON the western zodiac is different from the sky is that it is tied to the solstice points. By definition, Zero Aries, the first degree of the zodiac, is linked to the Spring Equinox. By extension, Zero Cancer falls on the Summer Solstice; Zero Libra falls on the Fall Equinox; and Zero Capricorn falls on the Winter Solstice. Zero degrees of all four signs are called, by western astrologers, the Aries Point. Why? Because this is a shorthand way of saying these degrees are linked with the turning points of the calendar.

So when we shift to the sidereal zodiac, where Zero Aries is equivalent to about 23 Pisces (meaning that the same point in the sky has two different names–one being 0 Aries, and the other name is 23 Pisces: A rose is a rose is a rose; a rose by any other name, and all that. It’s the Same Point.) In the Vedic system we don’t call these degrees the “Aries Point”, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t important.

The issue here is that any time you have planets crossing the solstice/equinox points, they carry an additional charge, and that charge tends to be visible in the world at large, because it’s directly associated with the turning points of the earthly year. When we have so many very powerful planets crossing these degrees simultaneously, we can expect that the whole earth will be feeling this charge.

So when you wonder why this year is such a big year, there are two broad answers: Some of the most powerful change-agent planets in the sky are in tightly challenging aspect with each other, AND these planets are also aligned with the solstice points of the year. Big deal!

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Time Travels…

June 1, 2010

First Experience….

It was the early 1980′s when I first started reading about past lives and recovering memories of them. These were pretty traumatic years in my life. My dad died in early 1981 and my marriage was a mess. In 1984 my husband gave me an ultimatum: Move out and give him space to get his head together, or he’d simply file for divorce and force the issue. I was addicted to this patently dysfunctional relationship, and I was still fighting to keep it, so I moved into an apartment complex close to my work.

One evening, lying in bed in the early evening in abject misery, I asked to see a lifetime that would shed light on the relationship between me and my husband. I had been lying there, quietly pondering the state of my life at that time. I wasn’t meditating, and can’t explain how I was simply “dropped into” a very clear vision. Oddly, the images that came did not directly answer my question at all. They simply showed me a different time, place, and life experience. If I were to relate it to my current life, it seemed specifically to address my relationship with my second sister. Sarah was born when I was a physically mature 11-year-old (so I pretended she was “MY” baby), and she died of an accidental drowning when I was 13, shattering my life and that of my family, and turning my faith in the goodness of life upside down. This has been the defining “issue” in my life.

So here’s what I saw. At first, I saw myself from outside, like watching a movie. Then the perspective shifted and I was inside my body, experiencing the scene from the first person, including the surprising sensory experience of smelling the environment.

First, I saw myself, heavily pregnant, getting ready to cross a narrow street. I was dressed in “plain” clothing: homespun material in a dull grey-brown, with a white cap tightly covering my hair and a white apron, worn high over the great mound of my belly. My clothing was not the popular style, but was a proud signature of my religious beliefs. Unfortunately, I was pregnant without a husband.

I looked across the narrow street. This was a proud city–no dirt pathways here. It had cobblestone streets and impressive (to me, though to my modern mind they looked primitive), two-story, graystone buildings on each side. The streets were no more than 10-12 feet wide, and while there were curbs on each side, there weren’t exactly sidewalks. The curb was no more than a narrow step off the streetlevel: barely enough room for walkers to get out of the path of oncoming carriages. There was a shop sign I could see clearly, although it conveyed its message wordlessly. A bright red painting of a tomato on a brown wooden sign announced exotic foodstuffs.

I was visiting this small city from a countryside home. I’d ridden in on a rough wagon with someone–my mother?–driving it, and this shopping expedition was meant to be swift and practical. Right now I was on my own, my attention directed to a shop across the street where I meant to finish my business. As I crossed the street a great noise and clamour precipitated the “story” that would unfold before my consciousness. Faster than I could think, a carraige with four horses raced through the street at a madly reckless speed. In shock and fear I ran the last few steps to reach the curb and get out of the way, but my skirts were caught by the horses hooves and I was pulled under the carraige.

Now my center of awareness shifted. I was inside my body, looking up. I could smell the pungent and rotting combination of horse dung, night-soil, and rotting vegetation in the street around me. I could see the chartreuse green satin breeches of a “fancy” man and sensed that he was trying to get the gathering crowd to step back to give me air. Then I lost consciousness.

When my awareness returned, I was in what seemed like a hospital ward, under street level. There was a row of very narrow cots under a series of high windows through which you could see the feet of passersby on the pavement level above. The ward smelled much worse than the street. The street smell was alive, even though it smelled bad. The ward smelled of death: seriously rotting flesh, a sharp, throat-biting smell that could have been fresh blood, perhaps combined with some pungent chemical–lye perhaps? [The words "carbolic acid" came to my mind, though my subsequent research indicates this wasn't known til the mid 1800's and my imagery seemed much older. I'd guess the late 17th century.]

Then I could see someone carrying away my baby. She (I think it was a girl) was wrapped in a white cloth that trailed on the floor. (My modern mind thought it must have been a sheet, but years later I learned that in early enlightenment England, babies wore long white gowns that trailed on the floor. My vision wasn’t focused enough to be able to discern the difference.) I saw two women, also in “plain” clothes, who seemed to be related to me–mother and sister?–holding each other and weeping. I kept calling for someone to bring me my baby, but no one could hear me.

Then the ‘vision’ ended. I lay there astounded by the smells and the vivid realness of what I’d just experienced. Little did I know that this was only the first of my travels through time.

I googled images for 16th and 17th century villages. The scene I saw would be kind of a combination of these two images. The narrow street was similar to the French village picture, but the color of the stones is wrong and the street seems to be unpaved. The British picture shows a modern highway, but the buildings are more like what I was seeing.