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Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday March 1 
New Moon 10 degrees Pisces 2:00am CST, USA
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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…
Deep breaths.
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.
Everything.
Jupiter Rx is warp speed intel intake in the sign of Moon. 

Instincts rule.

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.

Struggle.
Soulitude.
Altitude Adjustment.   

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

Peace
GMA

Dawn of Hope


Silence is the mystery of the world to come.
Speech is the organ of this present world…

More than all things love silence:
it brings you a fruit that the tongue cannot describe. 

In the beginning we have to force ourselves to be silent.
But then from our very silence
is born something 

that draws us into deeper silence.

May God give you an experience of this ‘something’ that is born of silence.
If you practice this
inexpressible light will dawn upon you.


:: Issac of Nineveh ::

namaste
GMA