Astrology of Now: A World Turned Upside Down
|Port Meadow, Oxford, yesterday, February 16|
I started to write this post in the middle of the Full Moon storm, so it’s slightly out of synch with the weather now – three days later. But I have left the words as they are because I think it works with the current slightly confused Mercury Rx energy.
The country is besieged by wind, rain and floods. It’s hard not to feel that Mother Nature is showing us who is boss. We may frack, drill, poison, maim and try to murder our planet, but she is still stronger, scarier, louder even than we puny humans can ever be.
It’s wild out there. Today we had to drive back to Oxford in rain so dense it was like a waterfall and gusts so strong, the waterfall blew horizontally. Intense and strange to see the world through water, melting and blurred.
It was a thoroughly Piscean journey: underwater and to a hospital (in a city called Bath for goodness sake) on the way there; and on the way back we discovered that we could watch a film in the car (so 21st century). We watched Notorious — the story of a woman willing to sacrifice her reputation, a Neptune theme for sure — while the motorway washed away outside.
There is a relentless power and fury about this weather, and then on the days between the onslaughts, the skies are clear and the world looks fresh and new and lovely. Much of the land around here has been transformed into a mirror of the sky, so on a clear day it is breathtakingly bright. Dull familiar places are imbued with magic. At the bottom of our street a footbridge that used to cross the River Cherwell now leads into a mysterious lake.
I’m not sure what this all means exactly, but I do feel that we are at a very strange momentt.
This winter has been a perfect storm: a combination of all the outer planetary energies, combining with lunations. In particular, Lilith, the wild point in the sky, the goddess of darkness and savagery has been very active. She has been travelling through sodden Cancer all winter. The Cancer Full Moon in mid-January conjuncted Lilith, and at November and December Full Moon, Lilith was conjunct Jupiter in also Cancer.
Neptune and Jupiter, the old rulers of Pisces are in an applying trine to each other in water signs. Jupiter enlarges. Neptune is the god of the sea. If you have seen any of the pictures of the sea defences being breached on the West coast, you know you have seen Neptune raging. Tonight’s Full Moon is applying to Neptune.
Neptune came out of retrograde and started moving forward in Pisces in mid-November. Meanwhile during this whole winter, Jupiter has been Rx in watery Cancer. Cancer is a sign that pulls inward, that absorbs. So if you look at the chart, you can see Neptune pushing slowly forward through Pisces, where of course, it’s in its own sign, and Jupiter pushing back towards it.
Pluto, Uranus, Neptune, Saturn are all surging forwards. And in contrast, the inner planets are incredibly slow moving this month. Mars is only moving a few degrees before March, same with Venus, and Mercury is going backwards. It’s turgid up there. Things are almost at a standstill. And today Lilith is squaring Mars in Libra as he slows almost to a halt before going retrograde on March 1. Interesting. Mars in Libra symbolises imbalance.
Only Jupiter – the planet between the painfully slow personal trio and the outer ones – in Cancer, the sign of the countryside, of mother earth. Meanwhile, Ceres, the planet of agriculture, went into Scorpio (death, transformation and more water) and conjuncted the North Node of destiny on February 3. The storms may be over but the floods and the subsequent damage will be with us for months.
Through all this Jupiter in Cancer has been opposing Pluto, which is on the UK sun, and squaring Uranus. My colleague Barry Goddard attributes the weather to the square, to read his piece click here. I’m sure it is a factor, look at all the power outages.
|Playing with flood water|
Yesterday, February 16, a few days after writing the bulk of this piece, we went to look at the floods. It was beautiful. Port Meadow was a watery mirror of the sky.
The meadow is a bowl of grazing land, between Oxford City and the River Thames, called the Isis at this point. It’s one of the oldest pieces of common land left in this country, in other words it is owned by the people, granted the rights by Alfred the Great more than a thousand years ago, and it has never been ploughed. It used to be 300 acres, but it has gradually shrunk. Just this year, the university built some highrise flats that encroach on the skyline around it, and British Rail has added another train line that cuts off a few meters of the eastern boundary.