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Mythic Prelude for October, 2012:
Weighed in the Balance
Hail, and welcome to this month's Universal Festival Calendar. The tempo has not abated since we jumped into the middle of things a month ago, even if we may want to hit the brake in a year that has more learning curves than Dante's Inferno, more shocks and surprises, more symptoms of ascension that seem to come even when we are stuck or in stillness, hardly moving at all. Welcome to the Harvest in the climactic months of October to December, 2012. We begin with some news from Hermes 3:
Now Boarding
Stay among the living long enough, and there is no telling how you'll look. Soon after my Aquarian Airlines blog took off and I turned 68, my friend Adam Lebow, the brilliant New York theatre artist who directed me in Kyoto back in 1986 and is co-author of the musical Greenwood, found this image on the website of Vedic astrologer Acharya Anupam Jolly, and created this birthday card. So -- this is your Captain speaking. Aquarian Air subscribers get a free copy of my first e-book on locational astrology, How to Find Your Best Places in the World, due to land by the end of this year.
United! In the Music of the Moon
My rock song "We're 2012-ing," with instrumental mix by Mark Wilcox and Ryan Avery on violin, is now up on YouTube. If you like it, please Like it.
2012 Begins the New Journeys
One good thing about the transition from this year into the next is that some of the people for whom I do astrology readings will no longer be so amazed that I see planet transits affecting them in 2013, 2014 and beyond. Another is that my Cairo friend and mentor Leslie Zehr and I will lead two journeys next year:
In March, we'll lead Sacred Sounds Egypt 2013, a 15-day journey to the sacred sites of the Nile Valley and Sinai. Our purpose is to gather like-minded singers, healers and adventurers who want to sing the words and melodies of the Egyptian sacred music at Abydos, Saqqara, Luxor and Philae (left), in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid, explore many other sites through other sound, movement and intention, and celebrate the wisdom that made Egypt the most profound of all ancient civilizations.
Return to Pachamama, Apr. 28 - May 8, will be a transformational effort too. In this journey to Cusco, the Sacred Valley and Machu Picchu, we'll use the energy of the sacred sites, as well as ceremonial tools, to aid our process. Our aim throughout, in a despacho by a Peruvian qero, at the water altars of Ollantaytambo and Tambomachay, at the vortex of Moray and the other sites, is to unite masculine and feminine, Hierophant and High Priestess, Egypt and the Andes in a kind of Sacred Marriage.
Still in the Reverb of the Aries Full Moon
The Aries Full Moon of Sept. 29 - 30, opposite the Sun in Libra, is still echoing like that dramatic soprano who can shatter wine glasses a mile away. We expect huge volume from an Aries Full Moon, the Birgit Nilsson of the 13-Moon cycle, and we pause to note an event just past because this implacable Moon is one of the crucial ones in the life cycle of all beings on Earth. It's Harvest Moon, close to the September Equinox, when our tribes have no time for petty conflicts, lies, pointless competition, dirty tricks and separation mind. That's what election day in America is for -- more on this in a moment -- in early November. Right now, we're in the moment of Harvest Home, when families and clans gather for what must be done: get the crop in, get it weighed and safely stored for winter.
This weighing of the harvest is, after all, the literal meaning of Libra, as the Scales are used now to measure the grain and fruit, and allocate them fairly. There's a practical reason why, in Libra images medieval and modern, the scales are held by a goddess, or a woman, and it goes beyond traditional ideas that the ruling planet of Libra is Venus as the mature Mother.
In ancient times, agriculture was women's work, as they were the ones who had the attentiveness and the patience, and the deep-rooted sense of oneness with water and soil, to work and guide the whole process from planting, to pruning and weeding, to harvest and distribution. This is why we may see in time that the true ruling planet of this month is Demeter/Ceres, goddess of the grain, above at left -- see also The Blessing of Ceres, the UFC mythic prelude for July -- whose actions are invaluable at this time of the year, as are the efforts of those who revere her and work to protect and heal the sacred Earth. The spiritual rulers of this time are Hera/Juno, Artemis/Diana, Isis, Pachamama and all the other wise women who in their respective cultures are the Ladies of the House, the sustainers of nourishment, health and the teaching of wisdom.
Ceres is one of the planets who were powerfully engaged at this last Full Moon , in an alignment so complex and beautiful that this may be the most auspicious Full Moon of the year, even by the standards of 2012. If you want to explore the astrology relationships and Latinate terms, or you're one of those people who somehow need more leftbrained exertion at this time, the astrology details are in "The Full Moon Sings" on Aquarian Airlines. For right now, the bottom line, in what is or ought to be the month sacred to Ceres, is that the planets are very well combined for successful activist work of the kind that must be done now to safeguard the health of our Earth and the crops that grow from her.
Initiatives such as Millions Against [Voldemort, Inc.], the Center for Natural Farming in Greece, California's Prop. 37, which -- if passed -- will require food producers and sellers to label all foods with GMO ingredients, and a host of other local, communal efforts are forming synergies now that will gather energy and resonance now in the months from now to December.
This is why, in the weeks ahead, many thousands of Moon rituals all over the world, and symbolic planting ceremonies such as Crystallize the World on Oct. 27 -- intriguingly, also the World Day of Play -- will echo the common theme: As we sow, so shall we reap. The Harvest we gather now will reflect the love that was in our intention in the planting, our skill and attentiveness in the growing, and the quality of our generosity in the sharing of Earth's bounty. It is time to work in the garden, and sing as we do it.
King Harvest Has Surely Come
went the chorus of the most haunting song from The Band's 1969 album. It came at the end of the 1960's, at a time when corporations still worked to produce value rather than only profit, media organizations were still independent, and could speak their truth as they saw it, public discourse in "developed" countries hadn't become so bitterly antithetical that untold millions of opinionaries are unwilling, even incapable, of hearing what another has to say even when he agrees with them, and a harvest still meant what it had almost always meant before: a cutting and gathering of crops at the end of the growing season, at the onset of fall; or, more figuratively, the gaining of a result, usually positive and profitable, as the result of effort end energy that one has patiently invested.
Now, though, language devolves into advertising pitches and the distraction medium that Orwell called doublespeak, aimed at rendering mind and will as passive as possible, and unable to see anything clearly, much less act on it, so that speech and writing become like softcore pornography or junk food, only with words instead of curves and calories. "Harvest" can now get more slippery in its meaning, as it did when Mitt Romney described Bain Capital's efforts to "invest in . . . companies, take an active role in managing them, and . . . five to eight years later, to harvest them at a significant profit." Opinions differ -- one does not have to be Plato to wonder if the whole point of opinions is to find ways to disagree -- on whether Bain's farming and reaping had the effect of making the companies more efficient and valuable to their new owners, or of gutting them by laying off workers, cannibalizing and consolidating their other assets, then selling the wraith of what used to be a company to a buyer dumb enough to be interested in, oh, let's say this snazzy-looking package of subprime mortgages that's yours for the song of your choice.
Curiously, it would be as easy as a pie sweetened with GMO corn syrup to figure out which is true, if anyone on either side of the partisan debacle -- er, debate! -- were to attempt what used to be called due diligence. Why doesn't Romney show that Bain was both skillful and ethical in its magic, and produce a list of firms he fixed that are still healthy and profitable decades later? Or why don't Obama's people do a "Where Are They Now?", showing the bleached bones and faded logos of what were once viable enterprises, until Captain Willard and his fellow pirates turned them into shells of what they might have been, and left a landscape of warped, blistered Potemkin Villages that used to be the hopes of entrepreneurs who bought the American Dream -- so called, as the late George Carlin put it, because you have to be asleep to believe it?
Why doesn't anybody go for the kill here, and use what could be the winning or wounding evidence, instead of raking up and blasting out there a training video from, for God's sake, 1985? Because the whole business, the whole political and economic system, is only a theatre piece in which people and parties who claim to be adversaries enlist "political junkies" -- the addiction-flavored language could tell us something -- and millions of what Lenin called "useful fools" in a grand spectacle performed by actors who mock, maul and murder each other in front of the footlights, then take off their greasepaint and go out after the show for a burrito and a beer.
If you're a long-time reader of the UFC, then you know that in every US national election year since 2000, the September or October mythic prelude has run astrology and myth about who's going to win the vote or steal the show, and what's likely to ensue. Not this time. There may be room in next month's UFC about whatever may emerge from this latest game of smoke and mirrors. Otherwise -- no point to it. For now, perhaps the most accurate, if sobering, theatre program for the five weeks from now to Nov. 6 is "Feast of Fools," Lewis Lapham's incendiary piece about what "democracy" has now become.
More about it all next month. For the moment, we return to what a harvest is. It can mean anything now, as it did 70 years ago, in the regime that invented the Big Lie, when Nazi death camp officials used production and harvest as code words for the number of "units" they had "processed." Agnes Smedley wrote of the German working classes in the last year of World War I, so undernourished that "tuberculosis is having a rich harvest, particularly of adolescent children." With its inevitable theme of results and consequences for what we have done and not done, harvest can also carry, as it has since Zoroaster, a dark, karmic vein of divine judgment and retribution, as when the ever sunny, irrepressible evangelist Matthew (13:39) warned that "The enemy that sowed [the End Times] is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels." The author of Revelation (14:15) saw the wheat of wickedness as heavy enough to burst: "And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe."
The sickle is the symbol of abundant Ceres, as we saw two months ago. But here it is reaping something different. So which will it be now? The rich, nourishing crops that a healthy Mother Earth is joyous to yield? Or the painful payoffs for greed and plunder, and the clueless disengagement of citizens at a time when a recent survey has shown that 40% of Americans have never heard of genetically modified foods, and could believe that GMO stands for the title of a corporate official, or a racing car? Clearly, it's going to be both. Even before the Sun enters the sign of Scorpio three weeks from now, the teacher of the deep and astringent spiritual lessons arrives, by the reckoning of Western astrology, in black sign of Scorpio, where his scythe will likely sweep away even more illusion and willful blindness than it usually does, and can bring a wider, communal awareness. Robbie Robertson, who wrote "King Harvest" had it all pegged in words that, as Herb Bowie put it, "reflect one of The Band’s central themes, that of liberation from personal identity into a broader consciousness."
Saturn Swings His Blade
Saturn will enter Scorpio on Oct. 5, and will remain there, except for a 6-month move ahead into Sagittarius, until September 2015, so that he will be in the sign of death and regeneration for the rest of 2012 and the two years that follow, and for all but one of the five remaining Uranus-Pluto squares that come from May, 2013 through March, 2015. There will be, inevitably, much more to say about him in the months and years ahead, notably a year from now, when he is in a floodgate-opening linkage with Pluto and the karmic force of the Moon's Nodes. Will the flood then, and the torrents that begin now, be merely physical "Earth changes?" Some will. But the main tide, given the actuality that our thoughts and emotions are decisive in co-creating events throughout the intentional field, could be a flood of insight and grace, if we're willing to receive it.
The theme is the same in both our principal schools of astrology. "Whether we like it or not," writes Vedic astrologer Dennis Flaherty -- note that in the Jyotish system, the zodiac is 23 degrees "earlier" than in the west -- "we must face the truth. The strength of Saturn in the constellation of Libra these next two years means we are now past the middle, and beginning the path of deconstruction. The time to build up has passed. Being past the middle, this portends a time to begin to tear down, and release unrealized and untapped energies . . . Do not fear this natural process. You would be wise to remember that energy liberated in the process of deconstruction means nothing more than liberation from the proverbial rut we have found ourselves in."
Poet Ben Teeter, in his new book Words from Silent Ben, expresses it sparely:
"Focus, refine, propel forth your
Utter receptivity.
Fiercely will the battle, toward
Your complete surrender.
Fight hard for the most total,
Total loss.
Create, assemble, fabricate a
Dissolving.
Give the biggest possible
Taking in.
Harden yourself in your
Softening.
Write out, unceasing,
Your erasing.
Act in all possible stillness,
Throw the spear of your own
Mortal wounding,
In hostility, huge, of
Tranquility.
Total."
So for once now, in honor of Saturn's august majesty, yes, we can Keep Holding That Frequency in sound, especially as we work in rhythm at the Harvest. But it is worth our effort now to hold it in silence too, in this season of strident noise, to hear what gold we notice in the space of No Sound. Peace and all blessings.

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