I have been quiet, I know.
The recent Valentine’s Day Full Moon in Leo illuminated my Venus/Jupes swamp queen in all her 8th house fucked up gory glory. Full Moon revealed – crystal clear.
I had lost center.
I felt depleted of all things Leo: spirit, hope, heart, will.
This series of Uranus Pluto squares has been the breaking & making of me.
Each passage of the Sun (Center Spirit) through the zodiac is morphing, manipulating the clays of my earth.
In a quiet moment… it occurred to me Sun is not centered, it moves around center.
Aka the Barycenter.
Strangely… that thought made me feel better.
Maybe I was just circling the airport, eyeballing the sitch, coming in for a landing….or having an Odin type vision quest perspective shift - in the same tree, just in an altered state.
I contemplated this…
Uranus and Pluto move s l o w l y.
Uranian ravens (magickal shapeshift messages) have certainly been delivering oddball insights right & left.
There are no coincidences, everything has a purpose, a meaning.
Jupiter Rx is warp speed intel intake in the sign of Moon.
Lately I have felt like a compass spinning wildly in Bermuda Triangle vibes.
I was getting incredibly far out of alignment - – Uranus (anti-gravity) transiting conjunct my natal Saturn ruler (gravity) while both were being squared by Pluto and Jupiter.
I went dormant to think, realized in zero grav orientations (up/down, etc) are skewed.
How I was SEEing my struggle had to change – and it did.
Through an unexpected source (of course) sacred patterns of sublime synchronicity shifted how I felt and thought.
Shifting skies are clicking into place like tumblers of a tricky lock being picked.
This is true.
While one compass spins wildly – another is true, solid, sticking the landing.
One area in the natal slows while another area in the natal grows.
Time heals…with this new moon in Pisces, I do.
Thank you Saint Clare