Lunar Eclipse at 5 degrees of Taurus: Separate and Together
This transitional eclipse feels like a man at the end of his journey dissolving all he has accumulated in the hypnotic dark. The Lunar Eclipse takes place at 5 degrees of Taurus at 11:14 pm Cyprus time. I sit in this void moon preceding the eclipse that will span 72 hours, fatigued, emptying, hearing the cries from afar. The darkness is thick and immersing, the swallower of it all. In this liminality, I allow myself to experience the nausea of being human.
What can defeat life? Nothing but there are things that can break our hearts for lifetimes, running through the black and silent waters of our lineage. These days we bear witness to the unspeakables of this world, our ugliness hung to dry as genocide passes unimpeded at the altar of money. The dark side of Taurus, the stagnation found in the over-dependence of stability, the over-indulgence of desire over necessary life-giving change, the decay and death in the over attachment to resources where we may forego our ethical responsibilities and be swallowed out by our fattening materialism and comfort. I see my island who has historically aligned itself with the Palestinian struggle for our fates could easily be interchanged, forego its responsibilities and abstain in the call to end violence on civilians and in moments like this I watch national karma form heavy on our backs, the revisitations of are not so palpable in these moments of our comfort but will hold heavy on the backs of our children and of all our descendants. Apathy is not neutral and asks for a price to be paid. These are real inheritances that we receive.
There is a darkness that envelopes us all whose source we can only begin to intimate understanding of. In the ghostly black waters of the ancestral memory bank are currents powerful enough to wash us away or purify our entire line. There are currents and tides we must invisibly fight or drown in knowing little of the enemy epigenetically connected to our hip. The sins of the father are visited on the son, nothing like our solar achievements to be sung but as alive and vivid as all we encounter outside of ourselves.
Many cultures celebrate their dead when the Sun is in Scorpio and that line of remembrance, the people whose torches we are now holding. I think of how many souls are leaving this Earth as the veils thin, I want to honour them as I pray for the non-extinguishing of their own bloodline. These days, I miss home and stop the efforts of my own individuation- a pause for the sacredness of our interconnectedness. I think of my own family and their sacrifice, harnessed as it has been, their silent pains I can never alleviate but that run through me like highways in my own life.
The Lunar Nodes are squaring Pluto right now sitting at the 27th degree of Capricorn and something smells of decay and of unraveling of all that our systems have been built on. A revelation of truth through the mauled bodies of children. Aspecting very little else during this eclipse, undiluted Pluto takes us to the underworld journey, a boatman pointing to our moments of shame and wrongdoing before we are allowed to rest in the darkness. I hope as a world we stand solemnly next to this boatman looking into the eyes of the nightmares of our invisible choices as one of the only means to recover our humanity. This eclipse erupts with matters we have buried or tried to keep at bay, particularly for the sake of comfort, it is our own personal journey with the boatman - final chance to be honest with ourselves about where we stand and what we represent with our bodies.
The Moon opposes Mars and Mercury in Scorpio and something alchemical takes place as our mind lights and assertion lights are steeped in the dark waters. We are all watching and orienting ourselves to that which is integrally true to being human, in the face of pain, who can we become together? There are moments when standing alone is meaningless. I really feel surrounded by ghosts these days as the world holds its portals open for all sorts of invisible forces. The psychopomp, Mercury is in Scorpio strengthening our liminal perception and all that is riding on the psychic planes and it is conjuncting Mars making our bodies into antennas for that which is pulsating through us looking to clean our blood.
Food has been difficult and unappealing, I spend a lot of time in the dreamtime. Being awake feels futile, the time will come to exist in the Sun again. For today, I sing songs in my dreams to guide the beloved home safely. I sing my thanks for having a home and a family that breathes. I sing my thanks to all the comforts you miss when death knocks on your door. This eclipse we contend with the implications of hoarding and sharing, of emotional revelations that have roots centuries ago, for the stories around how we let resources shape our sensibilities and how we allow money to shape the ethical truths of our stories as a collective and how as units we either allow it to enhance our humanity or dehumanise us completely. It is all in the holding, and we must allow ourselves to be touched by transmutation otherwise the principle of will, will be at odds with our desires. I have no poetry for you today.
