Scorpio Upon Us

When The Seed Pod Dries Up

The Texas light grows dimmer each day as the underworld makes it way into us. After months of relentless heat, it finally begins to give way. Up until the fourth of July, the skies were the pallor of grey, but not solid, more like smoky-marble-pillars turned on their side, one resting on top of the other feeling more like the balky floor of heaven.

We were inundated with rain and a late cool Spring that stretched into an early cool Summer. The surreal nature of this heavy weather was not lost on me. And once it broke, flood and all, nary a drop from the now-dry-sky.

Somewhere between then and now, my heart began to struggle and fail. August, the month that rules the heart was unkind to mine. The exact transit was Mars in Virgo crossing the transiting South Node also in Virgo, nearly exact at 22 degrees. I’m still in the aftermath dealing with the slow burn of Scorpio and the silver cord that connects us to this world.

It was as close to a NDE I’ve had since I was 18 months and suffered from a paralytic, coma-like version of meningitis for six-weeks in the hospital.

While I was traveling on Sunday, playing the airline shuffle, I highly sensitive towards older people. It was as if I could see inside of them. There were their children and family gatherings over the years, homes moved, jobs lost, loves found, partners who died. I wondered about their days of vitality, when they were engaged in maximum output, diligently following their 401K’s and now they’re nodding off between flights, hair thinning, glasses thickening. And it dawned on me. They were the seed pods of life and light and their seed, their power of creation, nearly spent and that’s how it should be in some ways.

We’re not really here for ourselves, we’re here for the consecration of procreation. Sometimes that takes shape biologically. We split off and create versions of ourselves, other seed pods to carry out their creative mission. Sometimes it’s creation itself expressing itself through art and imagination. These are more-than-adequate progeny.

Life force must be expressed.

This is the nature and secret mission of Scorpio—it must fulfill itself through life and death.

I was going through some old photos I had posted on FB and there was one where my hair was quite dark and thick. Pluto was transiting my AC at the time.

I was 34.

On Thursday, I walked off the airplane with a carry-on like my own, only it wasn’t. A flight attendant chased me down and said; “The man with the white hair.”

I knew who she was referring to.

There is a beauty in death and this season is a memorial to cycles eternal as the land becomes scarecrow friendly and leafless trees rise up like bare and withered bones.

While I’m not ready to cash my chips in just yet, I had a flirtation with my own mortality. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it could be.

Orpheus still strums his lute across the barren and sleepy plains.

WHEN THE SHIT HITS THE FAN

On 11/1, SNAP, EBT, the free food program is set to expire. The ticking time bomb of social distress is on the clock.

Keep your eyes on anaretic Mars at 29 Scorpio, which shows up on Wednesday.

Here’s the Sabian Symbol for Scorpio 29.

PHASE 239 (SCORPIO 29°): AN INDIAN SQUAW PLEADING TO THE CHIEF FOR THE LIVES OF HER CHILDREN.

KEYNOTE: Love as a principle of redemption.

Here the soul is presented as a mother whose sons (i.e. her active energies) have become disruptive forces in the collective life of the tribe. She seeks to counteract the karma of their misdeeds through her love and implorations. The soul is responsive to the experience of unity (the spiritual king or chief) but the energies of human nature often follow their self-seeking, divisive tendencies.

This is the fourth symbol of the forty-eighth sequence. It presents us with the value of prayer. The principle of wholeness in man — the soul — acts to offset or attenuate the dictates of karma. In a religious sense, Mary, the Mother, is seen as the Mediatrix, in constant acts of INTERCESSION for the sake of waylaid individuals.

The receipts should be in by then and it sets up some tension with Trump who is the “Commander-in-Chief” and is not responsible for the budget, the Democrats are actually holding the cards when it comes to it.

Trump could come in and save the day but this feels more like a test-run for UBI. The Full Moon in Taurus on the 5th should give us a much clearer picture of where this is headed. But Mars in Sag at 0 degrees, sextiling Pluto in Aqua is the wildest of wild cards. Boots on the ground seem like the order of the day.