This winter and new year, terrible storms have battered people and homes around the west coast – waves breaking spray many times higher than the houses, and ripping up roads. My heart goes out to these families and their homes, and to all who live on flood plains, and cannot sell or move. How can we help each other?
Calm weather here in London with un-predictable clouds, downpours, and a touch of frost – my spirit is lighter than last month. I feel the little seeds sprouting in the ground, the tender young Yang, the naked growing moon tide from the point of rock bottom. There is a tiny oscillation, which grows and forms a pulse, a conic sound or psyche wave.
Here is an astrology Synastry: a combined chart of two friends who got to know each other last year: a diagrammatic portrait of their relationship. I haven’t put the Houses in. Her planets are black: His are red. Look just at that bundle of wands in the Nodal stem ! The lunar Nodes are the Karmic path, drawing souls together.
I feel the Swords of my previous post turn into Wands – a suit of Wands.
What are these Wands?
In general: his and her Mercuries and Southnodes hold hands, across the Aries Taurus cusp. That by itself is interesting. I feel that in each area of her life which was stuck, he gives it a shake-up and a joke: they have a Uranus-Moon exchange. If he was a father, and she a baby with wind, he picks her up and burps her. At the same time they enjoy their independent characters – Moon square Moon, to each side of their companionable Suns (Tifareth, a shared enterprise in the soul.)
My mind being what it is, the chart with its past-life resonances feels shoes-on-my-feet authentic. The past-life theme may or may not be historically true; does that matter? Who writes the history? The hidden depth of the iceberg authorizes deep responses and imagery in my map, over decades.
The terrain to come this year in a general sense, is Daat: the unknown cognition of the Tree of Life: a space of union.
Last Wednesday, new year’s day, New Moon Yesod was on the Capricorn Daat-Tifareth. I feel the Unknown Quantum in any speculation. It is a solar corona, a dark apple limned with gold: the jewel of the north. I feel and see alchemical gold: anything in front of it is shadow.
Anything could happen.
Friendship sustains itself, it has a good feeling which is very hard to break. True Friendship is a wand which cannot be broken. Family ties have a different energy, often they are too binding and close, and they snap. But when a conscious guardian-friend function to the “child” is embarked upon, it builds a unique loyalty. It is not compulsory. It takes TIME … roughly of the kind for a parent and child to bond and get to know each other; but it needs less time, because of the mature choice to bend towards each other: to be inclined. Astrology indicates the inclination.
I was just thinking of the bit near the end of the Deathly Hallows, when the battle is over, Voldemort is destroyed, and Harry has the Elder Wand. He has the potential for total global Dominion “for the better good”. But he takes that wand and he breaks it in half.
What a liberation – release! The thrall is transformed to a snapped twig.
The wands and branches of friendship for each other, on the other hand, are Living Wood. It is so profound. Harry’s intuition from his dead Headmaster, was to allow Voldemort to steal the Elder Wand, come out, and self-disable with it, in full. When evil has no backup – because the horcrux portions were shattered – and faces the Light, it cannot prevail. The elder stick shrivelled and drooped in Voldemort’s hand – a limp dick.
Harry didn’t know why, but he knew what to do, and his doubt was guided through Daat/Abyss, a step at a time. When he took the castaway Elder wand from the fallen wizard’s ash, and snapped it himself … that is such a beautiful movement.
And I think of Wands, and what they are – the Living Wood through which the stellar filaments flow, which bind and release the Universe. It may accelerate or slow down matters between people, and the processes in our Nature. I once had a very strong Karmic wand with a man, a dark wood, which gave him glory and grief. This was not a wand used for evil, so it doesn’t need to be snapped. Its allegiance to Life is transferred.
GALLERY – roots and shoots
Humanity’s deep desire is for the Family, and for its children’s children to go on boarding the red steam train to school in Scotland, term after term.
The fantasy that stood before the Family would blot it out; this is the same in any political or commercial dictatorship, and in any belief with which we label one another. Two best-seller archetypes, Harry Potter and the Da Vinci Code, conclude with a healed and healing Family of humankind: an open question, not a lid. To “solve” that Greater Mystery would disable it: to kebab it with our Wand.
Our Wand of Man: our human wand. Yours and mine. Ours.
The wand is the power of the Tao in all the veins; in hands, feet, spine, breath. It is pictured as a living dark wood, blackthorn or willow; it draws the sky and galaxies: dragons heartstrings and phoenix feathers flow in it like blood and song: like – as the Upanishads say – the cream in the milk, the fire in the wood, the tree in the apple, the oak in the acorn, the atom, the still small voice, the child in the man, the seed in the woman.
The Wand is grown right here and now – in my heart; in yours.
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