Autumn Equinox, when the day and the night pause, for one brief and shining moment, as equals, before Sun, for the next three months, in the northern hemisphere, continues to rise later and later and further and further south in the eastern sky and then, in the evening, set earlier and earlier and further and further south in the western sky. The increasing darkness comes, on little cat feet, and catches us unawares. I had no idea my own shadow was so large, so monumental!
What can I do? If ever there was a time when balance between two “opposing” forces was required, it is now. Now, when this country is so divided as to be nearly fatally split in two, with then each wing itself splitting in two, and so forth, a forever fracturing into miniscule bits and pieces that leaves us all stunned. That people in the public eye should be so mean to one another! That people in private should find themselves fighting, arguing, and/or slinking off in despair, pretending it’s not happening, no it’s not, it’s not, it can’t be, can it?
Once again, I’m astonished at how President Trump continues to either absorb or deflect (which is it? I have no idea!) all the negativity that comes at him while appearing to stick steadfastly to the Q plan of most likely seasoned military intelligence which, astonishingly enough, seems to have given us a clue way back in April as to when the long awaited FISA Declassification MOAB would be unleashed, yes on Emmy awards night, a “red carpet” night, a “carpet bomb” which, of course, wouldn’t you know, was timed to happen on September 17th: “Q” — the 17th letter of the alphabet.
And amidst all the horrific furor that of course has erupted since this announcement, check out President Trump’s instant, full-hearted generousity today with a little boy who asked for a hug.
This man, who so many think is crazy, is to me, more balanced than most. He can take it all in (or deflect it all) while continuing to press forward, inch by inch, into the teeth of this massive revolutionary Storm, bolstered by us, we who refuse the continuous incitements to acrimonious division: WWG1WGA. Yes, let us dismantle the Deep State while we give each other hugs. Both. In balance.
Meanwhile, check out the chart for this Autumn Equinox:
First of all notice that in this chart, Venus at 7° Scorpio, squares Mars at 3° Aquarius and opposes the long-running Uranus in early Taurus. Are we surprised that the balance between male Mars and female Venus is more than unusually fraught, indeed, so wildly out of kilter, and showing up so publically, via the Kavanaugh/accuser drama?
The equinoctal Sun itself happens to be in one of those configurations that I call “Triangles of Continuous Growth” — featuring friction (90°), modified into harmony (120°), through continuous adjustment (150°). This triangle links Sun/Mercury at 0°-1° Libra by harmonious trine to a potent Lilith/Mars/ South Node conjunction at the end of Capricorn and beginning of Aquarius, while that conjunction makes a potent, furious square to Uranus, and Uranus itself asks for subtle continuous adjustments via its inconjunct with Sun/Mercury.
So. Sun/Mercury balancing in Libra, working very well with the courageous, ancient warrior energy of Mars/Lilith/South Node, which itself is pummeling and being pummeled by, earthy, congealed, habit-bound Taurus, activated since early May by Uranus into magma flows, earthquakes, hurricanes and other eruptions, not just telluric but political; and all the while, that Equinoctal Sun/Mercury is balancing, adjusting, working with the ups and downs and ins and outs of whatever comes to pass.
May your Equinox moment powerfully inhabit this potent triangle of continuous growth in your life! Above all, notice the shadow, the mean part of yourself, the part that hates (projects) or fears (introjects) something outside, without realizing that it is inside. Our shadows are inside us, and they are extremely active during this time of balancing; and, given that we are now heading into the shadowy darkness, do not expect enlightenment any time soon! These next three months are apt to be climactic in many ways.
I cannot help but recall what the inner voice told me way back when I was 26 years old and not sure that I could go on, so much had my own shadow erupted: “JUST KEEP GOING. DON’T GET STUCK.”
Yes, let’s just keep going, balancing, absorbing, letting go, moving through and down and out and into whatever darkness arises, because indeed it will, and you can bet that both its nature and implications will be way beyond our wildest imagination.