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It’s been a week, I know….I’ve been busy getting started in school and trying to manage the rest of my life. Well, I’m in, and the rest of my life is being managed. So what do you think about that eclipse? Bin Laden came and went: indeed the most prominent thing was apparently Petraeus. September 11 was practically overshadowed by the hearings.
Which means we have absorbed the event and put it in the past and are ready to deal with the consequences. The officials were overshadowed by a lot of people’s observances. But even those didn’t seem to have the emotional punch that previous September 11ths have had. Was it the fear of an attack being repeated, or simply that we wanted to commemorate the dead and move on? Or did the Bin Laden tape create so much ridicule that we were less scared?
Favorite coffee: latte with cinnamon (decaf). Yes, I like Starbucks. But then I grew up with instant coffee, i.e Sanka. So real coffee would be an improvement-any real coffee. Biscotti’s not bad either. A combination of the two have kept me awake for many a temp assignment that started at say, 7am or 8am.
Next post for astrology……
On a clear, cool September morning six years ago, the Sun’s rays lit up two towers hundreds of feet tall. They were mirrors that reflected the morning sun, tall sheets of mirrored sun and sky, reflected rays bouncing off the sidewalk below. One spot a fully lit shaft of light, the space next to it cool and shadowy. On the top of each tower you could look for miles over the river and almost hear the waves hundreds of feet below. At your feet, birds, eager for the first morning crumbs of bread, and the earliest waking insects, squawk and pick and strut, scrambling for the bit of breakfast that would soon disappear under the horde of later-comers. The early breeze sends a cold chill around the shoulders and neck. It’s just about always cool up here, close to the sky and far from the street. It’s only hot at noon, and even then, not as hot as the pavement below. Soon they will disperse, perhaps hearing with ears more sensitive than ours, a bigger louder bird coming. They lift off to smaller places where the food is more plentiful: the parks, the streets, the sidewalks. Behind you, you can almost hear the clatter of plates, and below, the noise and traffic.
In a few hours, all dust and ashes and smoke and memories.
Now six years later, we shiver again at the still raw, shadowed memories of that day of inexplicable horror. Even if it were 100 degrees on the morning of September 11, 2007, we would feel the chill, as if the ghosts of 3000 unavenged dead rose from the concrete around the still empty site and became visible.
And we now see that there is an eclipse on the Sun of that horrible day, and wonder what will become of us now. Shrub has picked at the wound of our collective horror and fear, waving the corpses around like a talisman that would ward off criticism. The dead are not dead in his world, they are the convenient boogeymen to guilt and shame us into compliance. He cries not a tear at the losses, cares not a whit about their families. Guiliani dances too on top of the graves of the inconvenient dead. Like a widow who shames her children with the image of their dead father to get them to give up their dreams of independence to stay with her, they forge the chains of guilt and loss to get their way.
Osama has shown up a few days early (are we really sure it’s him anymore) to taunt-not us: but his old childhood friend Bush. It is to say to him: you are not the man your father was, or I am. We are but spectators in this giant psychodrama, good only for bit parts. In Osama, he gambles on an empire that would redeem him. But nobody in the real world wants that, least of all the people who have dreams of their own of independence. For Bush, he dreams of the opposite: reclaiming the Middle East like the Crusaders. Both dreams, dreams of the past reborn-a past that everyone else has rejected so long ago.
Besides the eclipse, what else is going on astrologically at the errily appropriate time of 8:45 am edt compared to six years ago?
Neptune inconjuncts Venus and Sun-Neptune/Sun suggests we are still not quite getting the whole story about what happened, we are trying to deceive others or ourselves about what is happening to this event. Venus/Neptune we still are not quite sure about
Chiron/Jupiter inconjunct: Chiron represents the wounds of the event that need to be healed, but the attempt to heal through money has led to its own tension that is unresolved. Benefits from the attack have been misdirected
Saturn trine Mars: Finally some constructive action will be taken today regarding 911-perhaps some mention of rebuilding the towers.
Uranus trine Midheaven: Liberation of the public perception of the event-independently seeking meaning and control over it.
With the passing of Beverly Sills and Pavarotti, a great deal of my childhood has gone too. The grade school memories of field trips to the opera and to the symphony are so dear to me, a kid who’s only other exposure to classical music was those “Merry Melodies” cartoons. Those cartoons, and Leonard Bernstein, Paul Robeson, Sutherland, Marion Anderson, Leontyne Price introduced classical music to a whole generation of Boomer kids. Back then, classical music was for those rich enough to afford tickets and the fancy expensive clothes to go to the opera or symphony. My parents could hardly afford much more than movie tickets or the ice show: opera was beyond their wallets. But we were exposed to the fine arts thanks to these performers efforts and quite a few strong teachers who didn’t care where we came from, we were certainly capable of appreciating fine art. They were so unlike the stereotype of the aloof, high-strung, petty, arrogant opera diva or the snobby classical musician. They were down to earth enough to relate to a horde of curious kids who loved music no matter where it came from. They didn’t criticize rock or popular music, liked baseball as well as cricket, and could eat soul food with the regular folk-which also endeared us to them.
And now for my tribute:
Luciano Pavarotti Nessun Dorma (turandot) Torino 2006
His Last Public Performance.
I think he already knew he was dying (they say he was diagnosed later, but a man as attuned to his body as he was probably sensed it), and that this could be his last big performance. Now for the astrology:
Luciano Pavarotti was born October 12, 1935 in Modena, Italy where he also died on Wednesday morning, September 5, 2007. The transits I believe that freed him from suffering were Pluto inconjunct Pluto, Uranus inconjunct his Sun, and that Jupiter opposition Chiron (planet of the wounded healer). He was liberated, but not to this world.
So Larry has changed his mind-for now, stepping on more powerful toes than the ones that he stepped on when he was trying to seduce the cop. The cop stalled his career: these toes could end it. So let’s take a second look at Larry:
Larry’s Solar Planets Places
Moon 05Sag48( Discount if a solar chart, his time is unknown publicly) The moon’s degree, while having no real validity due to a lack of a known birthtime-the sign position is. Moon in Sagittarius can be bombastic at time, restless, jovial, strongly religious. It can be quite fond of joking and good times. Philosophy is “felt” here. Some time during the late 1990’s, Pluto passed over the point. At that time, there was a sense of emotional breakdown as his subconscious feelings rose to the surface.
Saturn 00 Vir 22’56
This is what we used to do when looking for transits. Line up all of the planets (and the Midheaven and Ascendant when we had an accurate time) in numerical order. It made it possible to quickly scan an ephemeris and see if we had any numerical hits.
But back to Larry. O my, things are getting heated with Republicans (and not the good kind of heated either). They would love for Larry to throw himself under the bus. They got him to the curb, but he won’t go further. Now what? We can take a look at his transits to see what’s going on for him now. Steve Gilliard had a lot to say regarding this: The Gop Civil War. And still more: Larry Craig’s History, Sexual and Otherwise
Do we have some hits? The stuff for today:
Mercury 00 Lib 10’41”
Moon 02 Cnc 02’48”
Moon’s Node 07 Psc 04’09”
Jupiter 11 Sgr 14’23”
Chiron 11 Aqr 29’20″R
Sun 12 Vir 39’54″(Sun square Venus)
Quaoar 15 Sgr 38’54″(square Uranus, inconjunct Saturn)
Venus 16 Leo 46’37″R(sextile Uranus)
Uranus 16 Psc 52’38″R “(square Uranus, trine Saturn)
Mars 17 Gem 57’25”
Neptune 20 Aqr 01’49″R
Sedna 20 Tau 47’17″R
Pluto 26 Sgr 18’10″R(Pluto inconjunct Sun)
Sgr A*/GalCtr 26 Sgr 57’44”
Quoar and Sedna, I haven’t really studied yet, so I can’t comment on the effects of the transits. But these are post-Pluto planets, so that transits are literally once in a lifetime at any one point. One hit, that’s it for a lifetime. Uranus square Uranus: This is an every 42 year aspect. The first one happens at age 21, fueling the restlessness and need for independence then, the conflict is over just how much independence is needed. The second one is about age 63-time to think of retirement from the lifetime started at the age of 21. This is seen as the “sage” period, when the wisdom accumulated and the transmission of that wisdom becomes a new career in itself. Larry is faced with the practical end of his career, and possibly the end of his lifelong denial. But he’s rebelling against being set loose, which is the wrong way to handle Uranus. The trine to Saturn could let him build new structures, if he lets it. Pluto is approaching an inconjunct to Mars, and is now inconjunct his Sun. The adjustments he has to make is fundamental for a man: he has to deal with his ego (Sun) and his drive (Mars) Btw, Pluto inconjunct Sun goes till at least the beginning of next month.
Pluto inconjunct Sun: Transformation of the personality seems to come out of left field right now. He’s having to become an individual. instead of part of a large group. He’s compulsively fighting this, as if he himself can’t envision a life alone without power. Power is being asserted over him, and he’s having to adjust. Pluto is eroding his fixed sense of who and what he is, and for a Cancer,that has to raise a lot of insecurities. He’ll be dealing with this one until at least October, stepping on a lot of well-placed toes and making them ache while struggling with the courts. Get toe cushions.