KUNDALINI OR SNAKE IN THE GRASS?

 

 

 

 

Natal Chart for Year of the Black Water Snake

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Who said I was traditional. I like to breathe fresh prana into old concepts and see what materializes. Studying the non-traditional, self-designed horary chart for the commencement of Year of the Black Water Snake, one of the most interesting configurations I see are two interlocking obtuse triangles. From the perspective of the ASC and the IC: Obtuse Triangle One is comprised of Saturn sextile Pluto sextile Mars, Mercury and Chiron. Obtuse Triangle Two is constructed by Venus sextile Uranus sextile Jupiter.   Notice how the two triangles form a bowl stting right at the bottom of the Aquarian-Pisces ocean floor.  <The plot thickens> Saturn at the same respective point as Venus forms a square, as does Pluto squaring Uranus at their respective points. Have I lost you? Just wait---it looks as though Saturn and Venus are playing the role of PREDATOR. While, Pluto and Uranus could very well be the BETRAYER. Interesting----betrayer and predator themes. Sound familiar?

 

The cosmic planetary pile-up in Pisces at the onset of this new year signifies "black water" in the telluric realm, meaning further oceanic crises (Neptune in Pisces).  The polluted waters of the deep individual/collective unconscious are riddled with unprocessed shadow vestiges seeking the purification act, integrating the dark recesses of the psyche at the expanding, accelerating speed of light (Chiron in Pisces).  The concrete representation of reality constructs (Pluto in Capricorn) that have become too confining, much too small for enlightened minds (Uranus in Aries) to behold and be held by are still dismantling.  From the sidelines, Saturn in transformational Scorpio is overseeing the soul alchemy process with a stern hand ensuring everyone gets with the program. 

 

Of course, it's not easy. That's why not everyone will be up for the ordeal. There will be sorrow, heartbreak, tightening the reins, why all those needful things that are inherent within evolutionary syntheses.  The price tag for the rewards dawning on the horizon are tremendous.  However---"To whom much is given, much is required."

I don't want to be a SPOILER. However, it looks like the narrative surrounds the protection of water as the root of ALL living processes. Period. Next, if we're ever to survive, we need to shed the skin of an aggrandized display of power by adopting a more compassionate social concern for the less evolved. There must be a combined effort to preserve meaningful archetypes in our existing cultures without destroying obstacles. Maintaining an aggressive relationship to the natural world will kill us all. 

 

 

With that said:

 

 

Happy New Year of the Black Water Snake!   May this be the year aggression, dominance and territoriality, those lower instinctual motivations associated with the reptilian brain, are quickened into a refined enlightenment. Could it be the much feared, maligned biblical serpent is an admonishing symbolic embodiment of the writhing negative attributes above?   Thus, may we demonstrate the empowerment of "to thine own self be true" by being a virtuous paragon while relinquishing sense of entitlement through a compassionate social concern for the less evolved.   May we summon the nascent humanity that has been stored away in our muscles, bones, fascia, DNA, pineal whereby birthing a new biopsychic, liquid-light body race.   May this herald a new world emerging.   Even if it's just a high-minded thought for now, may we envision a world where there is cooperation with the natural beauty and cycles of Gaia, without borders, where everyone is an egalitarian philosopher regent upholding the apotheosis of LOGOS, ETHOS, PATHOS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



OBE RECOLLECTION

 

LIQUID BODY: JostFoto

 

 

 

During one of Manhattan's notorious heat waves (you don't know what hot is until you've experienced one of these without AC)---it must've been the summer of 1988. It was late afternoon. I left the office early that day,... venturing home for a quick disco nap in the sweltering sauna cooled by an ice pack, wind-blown by Santa Ana type breezes from a large oscillating fan.

I drifted off, lulled to sleep by the calming purr of the fan. As I lay dying in the heat, I had the most peculiar out of body experience. There at the foot of my bed, an out of focus apparition appeared. I wasn't alarmed. However, I focused my gaze upon the figure until it became clear that what I was seeing was a hologrammic representation of my future self. The recognition was immediate these were indeed my features at a later time than the present, then. Yet, there I was standing taller, more fit and robust than before.

As if summoned, this astral doppelganger began to move out of my bedroom, down the hall into the kitchen. As strange as this may seem, I floated buoyantly along behind him---or, rather me. Suddenly, without a hostile takeover, the hologram of my future self "walked-in" to my body as it was at that moment in time. I looked out the kitchen window through the perceptive comprehension of the future-self-doppelganger. Another apparition appeared. This one was dressed in a drab-olive monk's cowl, face covered concealing identification. The spectre extended an open palm as if to shake my hand. Like a bubbling well-spring, money began erupting from the center of the hand extended, flowing into my own.



 

Motivational Shadows Conceal Suspicious Attractions

 

Current Astro-Clime In a (not so) Succinct Nutshell:


Saturn in Scorpio and Pluto in Capricorn are in mutual reception, though their relationship is anything but tidy and pristine. Saturn in Pluto's Scorpio domain is being the placeholder for hard lessons learned, a regeneration process through suffering. Even in the best of times, Saturn has a way of getting all up in the face with negative traits that are holding one back from reaching one's highest potential, especially if those self-destructive habits have something to do with the seven deadly sins: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. One doesn't have to peer through binoculars to witness glaring examples of each theme ennacted in the daily news.


Pluto in Saturn's Capricorn realm is in a desist and deconstruct mode. He is implementing his "snaking" utensils, plunging the heaping piles of dirty laundry, pulling out what's been soiled by the putrid cesspool backup, hanging it out on the clothesline for all to see. As unpleasant as it might be, the sad truth is, much of society's corporate, religio-politico contructs have been built upon cornerstones of corruption, the prior-stated cardinal infractions designed as insidious mortar. We are witnesses to another inconvenient truth that all the kings horses and all the king's men can't help the little Dutch boy plug the dam, nor can they put Humpty Dumpty back together again. (Pluto likes to work his magic with a slow hand, too. So, get as comfortable as possible and enjoy.)

 
Concurrently, there is a major pile-up on the cosmic freeway with Mars, Venus, Neptune, Chiron and now Mercury congregating in Pisces. Each comes bearing a torch to help illuminate those items we would probably like better left hidden in the cellar. Yet, in order for there to be healing, the pustulant wound has to be lanced. 
 

Pardon the mixed metaphors, however, motivational shadows conceal suspicious attractions. Why do we glamorize violence, greed and lurid sex? What is it about the allure of vampiric seduction of purity and innocence that holds our captive attention?
 

Will we be able to see and recognize our reflection in the mirror of unfolding events?

 

METAPHYSICIAN, HEAL THYSELF

 

ShadowFile: JostFoto

 

 

 

 

To those of you out there who are enduring the venomous, psychic napalm attacks from friends and family, sometimes coming out of the "enlightened" left field, you are not alone.  As many of us break with traditional interrelationship patterns, the exception to the rule is that truth threatens the huddled masses who flock together around the campfire exchanging group delusions.  We, The Cognitive Dissidents, are disrupting tribal cohesiveness by standing in empowered authenticity recanting from the fringe.
 

All this hoopla-talk of "a change we can believe in" emerges with a price tag.   A huge price tag. There is a spiritual bootcamp in store that requires facing the shadow material of the psyche. The gestalt psyche incorporating the individual in relationship to the collective is being called to undergo an intensive psycho-spiritual fire and brimstone process.  No one can pass the buck blaming the other one.  If we want to get out of this alive, we must burn off the dross of residual fear and anger keeping us locked away in separation.  We're ALL in this together---no one is immune nor exempt.
 

Reflect and apply within.
 

Amidst the strenuous, ongoing Uranus and Pluto square, we are being challenged to review our relationship with everything/everyone in the 3D field of duality.   The bright light of truth (Uranus) is dissolving the mortar of lies and deception upon which our present reality constructs were built (Pluto).   That's got to be alarming and rather inconvenient.   Granted, it's not an easy task while all around you the world is being dismantled and deconstructed, the clangor of gnashing teeth deafening the senses.   Even in the best of times, the catabolic alchemy of individuation is not for the faint-hearted.   Thus when one is brought to the kneecaps, prostrate, face to face with the blood and guts of personal "salvation", we can't look to the engineered political savior, nor the latest techno thingy to help pray the muck and guck away.
 

"...what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."  ~ Gospel of St. Thomas
 

Socio-cultural progress, of which we are integral ingredients, does not come with the enchantment wave of a magic wand.   There is a dialectic interplay of thesis, antithesis, creation and destruction to contend with before new forms of synthesis take shape (Saturn in Scorpio).  Have you ever observed a super highway under construction?   Remain calm, "50-50 fire and ice", breathe, stay in your center of being as you accomplish the tasks put before you (as ugly as that might be).  When the emotional, psychic geyser feels as though it's about to erupt---and, it will---practice patient forbearance before gouging a loved one another cavity.  During those times when darkness pervades and oppressive forces suffocate, increase your luminosity, inhale Divine Grace and exhale compassion.   Be the placeholder for the spiritual warrior's credo:
 

"We Are The Ones We've been Waiting For". 

MetaPhysician, Heal Thyself.

 

 

 

MARS A/K/A MOSES

 

 

 

From a FaceBook post dated 22 January 2013:

 

Mars is postioned at 21 degrees Aquarius today, the degree of the Aquarius new moon 10 February 2013, Chinese New Year of the Black Water Snake. This degree is also nearing the midpoint between the Pluto-Uranus square.

Mars is not usually associated with the role of peacemaker. However, he can be a leader in times of disillusionment and disappointment by instilling courage when it appears all is lost. When confronted with reversal of fortune, facing the crisis head on develops inner strength. Mars is donning the armor of reslience, fortitude and integrity. He is bolstering the downtrodden in an heroic effort to liberate the disempowered masses from an oppressive stronghold. He is brandishing the banner of resilience and faith, fostering perseverence to reach the promised land as oppositional forces nip at the heels.

Cinematic Metaphor: Remember the film THE TEN COMMANDMENTS? This is the decisive moment when Charlton Heston as Moses parts the Red Sea providing a path forward where none appeared before.



 

 

 

FLAME BOLDLY EMBODIED

 

 

 

 

 

A big lesson is at stake. The dialectic diatribe enacted through many scenes upon a kaleidoscope of stages is not going away anytime soon. We are in the middle of reaching a synthesis. The "quickening" persists on heating things up a bit.

Soul alchemy requires a crucible, as does its counterpart, metallurgy. The shamanic refinery of individuated integration is not for the faint-hearted, nor for those who find heat in the kitchen intolerable. Further, a proper balance and just the right chemistry must be maintained.

Below is a post I made on Thursday 10 January a day before the Anishnabe Prophecy of the 8th Fire was posted on Friday 11 January. It's uncanny the similarity.

And, still, we do have a choice:

"There is a fork in the road. A junction. Which way to turn, which way to go? One option looks familiar, similar terrain previously left behind, yet leading in a steep, downward slope. The alternate route looks less traveled and somewhat elevated.

'I'll take the high road, you'll take the low road.' The same lyrics as before sung from the heart or learned by rote, transposed into either a higher or lower key, which ever feels right in one's respective voice of consciousness.

The low road is along a path shouldered by war, famine and destruction. Face it, no matter how many miles you go hoping to see a change, the scenery remains furrowed, intransigent, devastated. Same old, tired old road-side distractions advertising worn out goods and selling mementos of history repeating cycles, round and round singing passe' playlists.

<CUL DE SAC>

The high road is a different story altogether, yet to be chronicled. One will not find it measured in kilometers on a map. There is no atlas that plots paved thoroughfares of asphalt. A destination is not arrived at on an ever elusive, evaporating horizon trashed by billboards and road signs. The high road is trail-blazed by an inner fire, a once distant flame, long forgotten, now boldly embodied." 

    

 

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MONIKER MODIFICATION

 

24 years ago, when I was pursuing a concert career in New York, I was not at all happy with my given name. I wanted a moniker that breathed afflatus, a name that was more unique than derivatives of Joseph. Honestly, do you see me as a Joe, Jo Jo, Joselito, God forbid, Joey?

It happened one birthday---well, 1 April 1989 to be exact---that my friend Michael and his wife hosted a party at their home in the Hamptons. There were several of us gathered together in festive conviviality, eating lobster, a frutti de mare with all the trimmings, emptying many bottles of great wine representing several varietals. When it came time for the cake, Michael did a ceremonious presentation with his inimitable gallantry, managing to keep all 33 candles lit and lambent with expectation. Imagine my surprise as the multi-tiered confection was set down before me fondant-embossed with a stranger's name in lieu of my own: Jost Van Dyke.

My first reaction was "who's undisclosed birthday are we celebrating, as well; and, how dare they steal my thunder!"

I knew Michael was an avid sailor. What I didn't know was that one of his favorite sailing excursions was sailing around Tortola then cross over to the neighboring island of Jost Van Dyke. It was on his most recent trip there, while walking along the beach, he found himself muttering repeatedly, "Jost Van Dyke, Joseph Dykes, Jost Van Dyke, Joseph Dykes..." Voila!

Michael announced to me and our fellow guests, in an impromptu rite of christening, that I should adopt Jost Van Dyke as my new name, whereby assuaging all future displeasure being referred to as plain Joe. The name resonated immediately. Thus, for the remainder of the evening, leading up to the present moment while typing this post, I have delightfully become "Jost".