Some feel like this year has been more than they can bear. Today, Mars and Uranus oppose one another and cranky stands to be the knee-jerk reaction to just about anything. And this year... well, it’s been a year already. We started with the personal planets all retrograde at one time or another as we psychically geared up for April’s grand cross. Now Mercury is retrograde, and some, under the influence of the asteroids Ludicrous, Rationalize, Timidity and the binary asteroid Scared-Poopless (okay, those are all fictitious) use the current Mercury reversal to justify and continue a position of noninvolvement in life.
Dire seekers and doom proclaimers already note that soon Mars and Jupiter will enter allegedly inflexible fixed signs, and join Saturn in his restrictive kibosh party. No matter what size your Pilate ball, you’ll not be able to get the kinks out. “Did you see? When August rolls around Mars in Scorpio will square Jupiter. Guess what, as August ends, ‘Holy Caesar, Batman,’ Mars and Saturn will be conjunct.”
Am I the only one weary of immobility and people hiding out in the shadows during the high noon Sun? Here’s the cosmic reality. There are always planetary aspects doing things. Some will be “malefic” and stress-inducing; some will be “benefic” and life-path-lubricating.” That’s how the solar system stays in balance. Personally, I find stress-inducing as a good stoke to simmering coals.
So, let’s reset:
The onslaught of personal retrograde planets is over.
Yes, Mercury is presently backing up, but that ends in a week.
We’ve made it through the grand square and are now figuring out how to issue corrective action to problematic situations brought on by Mars, Jupiter, Uranus and Pluto. Hopefully, all presently gather pounds of prevention insight. You know, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
We have survived and now have only two (Out of what, four hundred twenty?) of the dastardly Uranus to Pluto squares yet to tick off (December 2014, April 2015). The moral here: Don’t let the dastards get you down.
Oh yeah, the Mayan Calendar ended. Nibiru never showed up (and never will). And we learned that spaceships do not travel behind comets. Come to find out, the dust in a comet’s tail creates an exacerbated hyper-allergenic situation for aliens traveling to a planet where climate change causes more haboobs than ever before.
So, let’s look ahead...
True, in August, Mars enters Scorpio. Yep, he returns to one of his homelands given that he has citizenship in two very divergent signs. Despite the fearful anticipation of bystanders of his re-immigration into Scorpio, Mars is rather comfortable in his Scorpionic skin. He knows the ropes of this sign, and more than most signs he travels, while here, he knows how to work chaos to transformational advantage.
True that Mars will square Jupiter offering the final “if you aren’t off your ass and doing good in life to fulfill your professional objectives and completing your dharmic profile such that you can choose really cool avatars for your online presence, I’m done with you,” proclamation from the planets this year.
True that Mars aligns with Saturn as August draws to a close. If you’re onboard, this is when grit, determination and perseverance move mountains. Here, saturnine becomes sanguine. Here, Mars knows how to make hay, grow corn and spin the universe ever so rightly. Tread hits the road with the pedal to the metal, etc. etc.
But first...
On July 11, bitchy Ceres opposes the rejection-sensitive, always anticipating exclusion, Eris.
On July 12, pushy, edgy Mars aligns with cranky Ceres and takes his stand opposite spite-prone, Eris.
On July 16, Jupiter enters Leo. In theory, this should be favorable, however it seems reasonable to anticipate that many affected individuals shall declare themselves as the divine ultimate perspective, undisputed authority in... well, just about everything. You can detect these folks by the number of sentences beginning with first person, personal pronouns in their posts, blogs, and bios. As well, with Jupiter in lion land such folks likely display a rabid increase in posting online selfies of themselves doing nothing in particular of evolutionary use that they expect everyone else to find fascinating and riveting.
Yes, with Jupiter in Leo everyone needs to return to the roots of self-affirmation and internalized soulful appreciation in the interest of confirming a core of consciousness that resonates every which way with no hint of narcissism. Bold and confident people gain more ground.
But let’s go back to Mars and Ceres and Eris especially since Mars and Uranus now oppose one another. After all, it seems that in the moment, all the grumpy old men have their heads stuck out the window, chest full of pride, lungs full of air, ready to bellow. Certainly we’re seeing this on the political front. Everyone who was wrong before loudly insists that doing the same thing the same way now, is not insane... it’s divinely guided. Yep, and if you stay at the casino crap table long enough, you’ll beat the house.
Here’s where the title of today’s post comes into play: “You get more bears with honey than you do with vinegar.” Why do we want bears in the first place? Well, Ursa Major, occupying Leo and Virgo in the skies above, is one of the most discernable and universally recognized constellations out there. Soon, Jupiter transits Leo. Ursa Major in many indigenous cultures symbolizes the portal through which souls, especially great souls, arrive and depart an incarnation. The bear bears a sense of enduring providence with it, as seen celestially, and as seen in a mundane manner, bears are truly formidable creatures. If Leo the lion is king of the jungle, Bob the bear is king of the forest of formidability.
For formidability to endure during the self-referential transits involving Ceres, Mars and Eris, the axis of transited signs must come into play. Mars and Ceres transit Libra as they take on Eris in Aries. Though all these bodies possess sharply honed inner edges and carry battle banners reading: “no holds barred,” “all options on the table,” “this is the line in the sand,” “take no prisoners,” and “damn the torpedoes,” Libra lubricates the gears of negotiation. Play nice in the sandbox. Be firm, but be cool. Find solutions that are good for all. Let fairness ring from the purple mountain’s majesty. Ensure that the echoes heard enlivening the hills, resonate with hope, altruism, compassion, and with evolution holding firm as the pole star of possibility.
Those dipping into intractability, bitchiness, unyielding self-referentialism, negative speculation and mean-spiritedness will soon be left alone and avoided like the psychic plague. Such negative behaviors inflame Ceres’ urge to cut off her nose to spite her face, and confirm Eris’ angst that she will be excluded. Negative behavior confirms the worst fears of Ceres and Eris. It’s about time for them to be wrong about their fateful forecasts.
Eris and Ares, the god who became other sign that Mars claims as native land, created mayhem everywhere they traveled. Within these proclivities, their reputations preceded them like cheap cologne. The difficulty and impossibility of their psyches were carved in stone.
Can fruit be yielded from their fearsome past? Yes, it can.
Locate fearful reactions within and overcome those speculations by defining inner skills and talents that if applied over time, will prevail. Keep fretful thoughts at bay by declining to compute speculations rooted in negativity, doom and the consciousness of impossibility. Shift your inner algorithms to altruism mode.
Do good. Be kind to people. And no matter what transit going on in the moment, get off your ass, muster your creativity and consciousness, and put it forward. Break out the honey, make sure its local and organic, and use it as the remedy to allergies of negative anticipation and the congestion of doubt and worry. And engage a lot in the new cool thing to do these days... pay it forward.
You know, I’ve grown quite fond of the local university here in Tucson, the University of Arizona. Not only do they have a phenomenal astronomical outreach program that permitted astrologer Nick Campion to lecture to amateur and professional astronomers about how Shakespeare perceived the stars, their film school and creative arts programs are above par. Even more, they have the best motto: Bear down.
More soon.