by Robert Phoenix

for all signs

At this time last year, I was gobsmacked by The Virgo Full Moon, conjuncting Saturn at my mid-heaven and opposing my south node in my fourth house, transiting Sun, eventually tugging on Uranus in my fourth as well. Reality slipped and I crashed into a hall of mirrors, reflecting the broken shards of my sanity, pieces of self scattered across the cold laminate of institutional foundations–the killing floor. Under the static hum of fluorescent stars and ever watchful eyes, I had to plan my escape through a chemical haze, affirming the watchers expectations, uncovering the coded matrices of acceptable behavior, eventually transcending them, ascending above their Minos maze. With the wings of Daedalus, merging vision with cunning, I tricked the tricksters at their very own game.

Now, I dwell at the corner of the Earth, an inter-zone of zip codes and county lines, where trains unload and decouple, where freighters launch their way towards the rising tide of the east, each and every day. This year brings more intensity with The Virgo Full Moon as my father begins the transmigration of his soul, sprouting wings for the long journey home. The chrysalis of the body is nearly cracked and splitting with light. Soon it will not be able to contain the effusive burst towards liberation and escape. Soon. But not quite yet.

It took a lap around The Sun to close the distance between us, the years of hurt, the assignment of blame, the grievances of generations unaddressed. Death melts the stiffest and most obdurate chains around our hearts with a molten radiance, bubbling up from the core of our being. If we could live, even with a partial sense of the fragility and sanctity of life, our world would look very, very different indeed.

The Illustion of Separation
The powers that be have played upon our fear of death and the illusion of separation. The have conned us into supporting “isms” with utmost urgency, but none so damning and possessive than materialism/capitalism. I am not condemning capitalism in favor of some other “ism” social or communal. I am critical of it in this moment as we have allowed it to somehow grant us the false power of life ever after in “things.” The consumer is reborn with each purchase. Big ticket items hint at immortality, the toys and fetishes of pharaohs, objects beyond the ordinary reach of the common man. But always, they fail us. The Porsche in the garage is idle while it’s driver is being consumed, cell by cell, unable to turn the key anymore.

What’s important to you? Is it our skies befouled by grey streaks, barium webs of nano clouds? Or is it our food, infused with genes from animals, insects and reptiles? How about our water, filled with tranquilizers, anti-depressants and fluoride? Maybe it’s another body shipped off to protect the corporate interests of the state, where they will lose parts of body and mind, then come home to a world that doesn’t care? What’s important to you?

In a time of death, our priorities become lucid visions of the real, yet to be made manifest. You are a human. Don’t regret it. Don’t ever forget it. Celebrate it.

For Your Sign

Now let’s look at the scopes for March: click here for your individual sign