In astrology, there really isn’t any notion of death. All is cyclical and even the eighth house which “rules” death along with sleep and sex, encompasses all of these under the umbrella notion of regeneration. The Sight Of An Autumn Leaf Brings To A Pilgrim The Sudden Revelation Of The Mystery of Life And Death is the Sabian symbol for Libra 25°, and it points to our ability to see in every experience a transcendent, cosmic meaning. In my simple superimposition of a twelve-fold sequence, this image is ruled by Aries, the first sign of the Zodiac, which governs the advent of birth.

Like Newton’s apple, the leaf falls and inspires revelation, if the aspirant is open to the wonders of natural process and understands the cosmic resonance it carries. In the falling leaf we see, as we approach the end of Libra and the start of Scorpio that, externally, we perceive an ending, a death, while in fact the energy (of the tree) is being reverted to its unseen root level. Libra rules the world of appearances (consciousness) and Scorpio the unseen (subconciousness), that sign’s planet Pluto being named for the god of death who wears a cloak of invisibility. Yes, there was a cloak of invisibility long before that lady in Edinburgh made it such a fashion statement. The leaf falling is just one move in the grand choreography of the great cosmic dance. If we don’t perceive the all in the small then we are constantly seeking; but we must remember the message of the great Libran lady, Glinda, who reminded us that the power was within us all the time to find the answer, the solution we seek.

The falling leaf is an omen of the budding leaves of spring, so to we might perceive our own deaths or those of our loved ones as portents of new life—however you interpret that is most definitely up to you. Seeing through the small to the all is the true meaning of the world clairvoyance. Dane Rudhyar puts it thusly: “This world is illusion only to the individual who cannot see through its phenomena and fails to apprehend the reality these phenomena reveal even as they conceal it.”

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I should have pointed out that yesterday’s Cock A Doodle Do symbol was ruled by Aquarius in a twelve-fold sequence. Aquarius is associated with the dawn and renewal so it was yet another score for these randomly divined oracles fitting the Zodiac signs in sequence thirty times over. Today’s symbol, at Libra 24°, is A Butterfly With A Third Wing On Its Left Side. We have mutated, spiritually, via our rebirth and revelations. The left side is the heart side; it also refers to our instinctual side. We are developing new faculties (well I am; I don’t know about you) via our experiences. They aren’t just observed, they infiltrate our being and cause mutation, changing our spiritual body, that which the butterfly, who goes through literal transformation of being, given flight, symbolizing spiritual lift, represents.

Three is a symbol of fullfillment, just as the twelfth house of the zodiac, associated with Pisces which rules this oracle in that twelve-fold sequence, fulfills all the other houses. It is the “spiritual” house, Pisces’ mutable-water translates to a sort of vapor or ether or gas that which is unseen but most powerful. Neptune, the sign ruler, is signified by the trident, a symbol of the triple goddess who, in triplicate, is personified by the Muses. The entire landscape of Pisces and the twelfth house in hinged on transcendence and spiritual uplift, just as the Muses bestow us with divine power. Here we see, with that third wing, that we’ve been endowed with extra spiritual power. The first thing that comes to mind for me is forgiveness, the ideal put forth by those like Jesus (Fish) who is a primary archetype of the sign of Pisces. Forgiveness is spiritual power, make no mistake. And it’s important, first, to engage in the self-sort. The heart reference here important in that forgiveness makes our own hearts sacred, sanctified and purified, it provides us wings to fly because, without it, we are attached to that which we resent or which has hurt us.

Exposure to a revivifying life-force (see previous posts) can result in the creation of new faculties within us. We may not yet know what that third butterfly wing is for, but its purpose will be revealed to us. For now it’s important to recognize how it is we are spiritually mutating for the better. I believe that forgiveness is the recognition of that faculty. That’s my own little spin on this Sabian symbol.

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I just knew today’s image was going to feel special, because I am experiencing such a sense of rebirth it’s unreal. Chanticleer’s Voice Heralds Sunrise is the Sabian Symbol for 23° Libra. I had to look up Chanticleer and so an unexpected synchronicity. I awoke in Switzerland yesterday. It was very windy along lake Geneva and the birds are migrating, to Africa I suppose, in large swaths of winged sky. I thought, as the cat—we were cat sitting somewhat—dragged in a mouse at 3am that I hoped it wasn’t a bird. I thought no because birds roost at night. Then I thought of the word rooster for a male chicken and couldn’t make the link. (Yesterday’s symbol was about birds); and Chanticleer is apparently the proper name of the rooster character in fables about Reynard the Fox, which is related in the Nun-Priest’s Tale in Chaucer’s Canterbury tales. When I was in fourth grade and first learned French and all about Charlemagne and the earliest history of that realm, which led to my studying medieval French literature and university and ultimately studying abroad in France, I wanted to change my name to Reynard. Yes, at ten years old, I imagined I would grow up to be a mercurial auburn haired fellow with a pointy beard and moustache and I thought Reynard would be a fitting name for that character version of myself.

Dane Rudhyar:

The cock that crows as the first coloring of dawn appears at the eastern horizon is a beautiful symbol of the ability, demonstrated by all pioneers and cosmically attuned individuals, to give voice to what is as yet unmanifested, but is on the way to manifestation. At the ego level, chanticleer may feel that he makes the sun rise; but someday he will learn through painful experiences that to create is only to reveal what essentially is. It is the vivid recognition of the as-yet-unknown in the known.

I hope you all read that a dozen times. We arrived yesterday afternoon in Grenoble where we met on our study abroad program, exactly thirty-two years ago this month. As we drove from Lake Geneva, down, through Annecy, and arrived in this Alpine city, the gateway to the south, where we go today, I had butterflies like crazy. I was expecting to find a dreary, dull town, worse off than when I left it, with little interest but vague nostalgia, but I discovered the opposite: a culturally rich and beautiful little city along a river, that used to be neon green with industrial chemicals, now clean and pure, it’s ancient fish returned. I know this because my “french family” told me. When I was nineteen here I lived with a young couple, Gérard, who was 30 and Christine who was twenty-eight and their two and a half year old boy, Laurent. On this study-abroad program, as I said, I met Stella-Lynne. On the last night in Grenoble we baby sat Laurent so that Gérard et Christine could go out (for once) and they did, all night. We had a train first thing the next morning and Laurent kept us up all night. I had to mimic his father’s voice to keep him in line but I thought of that trick to late. No sleep. Gérard was fresh as a daisy at four a.m. when they came home and by five he was driving us to the train station. “Dites pas au revoir,” he said, “mais à bientôt.” Okay, so thirty-two years later I arranged with Laurent to suprise him and Christine, and we met at a restaurant last evening near our hotel and didn’t take a single ussie because we forgot, no, we, didn’t think of it because it was a genuine experience.

As I write this Stella’s iphone alarm is “ringing” with Nina Simone singing “Here Comes The Sun.” Read Dane Rudhyar’s words one more time because there can be no better summation of the key to today’s symbol and I would fail if I tried to top that. All I can say is what I kept saying yesterday as I walked along the Isère and through Grenobles winding ancient streets: “I feel reborn. I feel like this is a new beginning. I feel alive. I feel revitalized. I feel like this is a fresh start. I feel like a giant thread has been woven back through the most essential fabric of my being and I’m no longer holding onto some mythic past because my present is suffused with all that is essential and relevant about it. I am filled with love and hope and renewal. I am the fox. I am the rooster. I am the dawn.

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At 22° Libra, we find A Child Giving Birds A Drink At A Fountain which expresses the concern of simple souls (children, or, as ye should be like them) for the welfare of more helpless beings who thirst for life as we do. Yesterday we communed, all together, with nature, the source and originality of our collective being. Today, we see the expression of our guardianship, as wardens of this world, and we, the human child, are empowered to give life to other beings of our planet. We thus become agents of creation, not mere creatures. Unlike the original source, the fountain is a man-made thing that emulates the source. [I write this while looking across Lake Geneva to Evian, I might add] Through the skill that Mother Nature has wrought in us, we are thus endowed with the power of giving life. The disingenuousness of an image connecting a child with birds is striking. There is a such innocence and love and a natural sense of providence. The child doesn’t think he just acts. Our human nature, un-adult-erated is one of caring and protection and nurture. We are indeed the children of our Mother, whose vast expanse, as sea or outer space, we met with yesterday.

This oracle would be ruled by Capricorn in a twelve-fold sequence. Where as its opposite cardinal-water sign of Cancer is Source (the sign ruled by Mother Moon, the controller of tides), Capricorn is the power of re-source, the sea-goat emerging from the water to climb every mountain. [Again, here I am at Lake Geneva, a mountain resource created by the encircling Alps—an Arcadian Capricorn landscape if ever there was one] Capricorn is the cardinal-earth sign, emblemized by a mountain, a symbol of the seat of our spirituality. The child’s contact with the birds is like the point of connection between the fingers of God and Man (Adam). Yesterday we said As Above So Below; now we see that motto echoing through all existence. In our childlike simplicity we are the loving gods of the other creatures of this world. We have the power to create or destroy our world. “What you received from the Infinite, you can give to the finite beings that thirst for it. Man does not need to destroy nature’s wilderness through greed and carelessness; he can transform this wilderness into a garden, whose signing fountains will attract birds”—Dane Rudhyar.

Let us make Solicitude our word for the day. It means, quite simly, the state of being concerned—attentive care and protectiveness—a cause of care or concern.

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The Mother force of nature meets the social togetherness you’ve come to expect from a Libran oracle, starring in today’s Sabian Symbol: A Sunday Crowd Enjoying The Beach. The watery Mother source is revivifying; we know that the ociean is a “vast matrix” from which living organisms first emerged—it also symbolizes the collective unconscious, the matricial field in which consciousness takes hold. Here nature meets nurture, given the fact that our individual human consciousness is indeed molded by the culture in which we live, and, by one another. And so it is extra invigorating and healthful for a chunk of that culture to gather all together at the source of our ancient originality, the Mother, who is limitless and uncontrollable. This oracle is ruled by Sagittarius in a twelve-fold sequence.

Sagittarius is ruled by expansive planet Jupiter. The mythological figures of Jupiter (Zeus) and his wife Juno (Hera) preside over the sign in an archetypal complex with Dionysus whos own mother, Semele (meaning: she knows), was burned to bits by Hera who appeared to Semele in her full radiance which is blinding at the least (nod to the Tiresias myth) and downright scorching—the astrological Juno symbol is sort of an asterisk on a stick pointing to her radiating in all directions. Semele was pregant with Dionysus at the time, I should add, and Zeus/Jupiter rescued the fetus and sowed it up inside his thigh from whence he was ultimately born. Dionysus is called the twice born, and the thigh is the body part associated with the sign of Sagittarius. Crazy how it all fits together, right? Well what is interesting about Dionysus is that he becomes the only son of Zeus whom that chief god doesn’t fear usurping him; in fact, one senses, he would condone and champion that succession, unlike that of other sons like Mars/Ares, Apollo, Hermes/Mercury (who remains his adolescent messenger) or Vulcan/Hephaestus, whom he made lame.

Dionysus is a culture god (of wine) forever trailed by a company, a retinue, of party animals (some are actually animals). He is Nature personifed as male, you see, something that was unusual in the late-breaking pantheon into which he was introduced as the thirteenth god of Olympus where there are only twelve thrones—Hestia, goddess of the hearth, abdicated hers in his favor, and of her own volition, open seeing him for the first time. Nature as male. The combination of the man-made world of culture and the natural world which, for the most part, has been mainly represented by female. This blending of opposites—it mirrors the Tierisias myth, Tierisias having lived at various time as male and female. The whole of the human race, with its ideas and dominant spirit, rings of a male, conquering energy; while nature remains Mother, female. And in this image we see the one principle returning to be renewed by the latter, like a goddess taking a literally rejuvenating bath in ritual of eternal youth.

The biggest mama in mythology is Gaia, (embodied by the Earth), who is married to Uranus, the universe (though of course he is namesake of a planet which is nonetheless associated with universality). We see reflected in the watery see, the vast sky and universe of galactic space which, too, is Gaia. Starting with the Milky Way, a nod to the nourishment afforded us by the mother in space. So what is the point of all this? As above so below. The way we view the mother source as an ocean, is the same way we shall come to view the great sea of space for one is mirrored in the other. The infinite breadth of subject source and divine mother love will continue to envelop us no matter how far our objective minds take us. We will always be withinside her realm. And she knows. She knows.

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Libra 20° is about “the ability to draw on the power of an ancestral tradition in order to serve and inspore ones fellowmen” in the form of A Rabbi Performing His Duties. It would fall under Scorpio rule in a twelve-fold sequence. What this symbol acknowledges is the power of ritual even in tried and true forms; however we must understand that this power is limited. It will only take us so far. It is a means toward an end, as is any religion in its opening up unto true spirituality, which is beyond tradition. The correlation to Scorpio here is dogma, something which that fixed-water sign represents, just as it fixates in other manners, mainly psychological ones, like compulsion, obsession and repression, all of which take the form of blocks, as in of ice, of overly fixed emotion, the shadow side of that sign’s quality-element combination. Scorpio people, though perhaps seductive and provocative, are nonetheless creatures of habit, in the extreme. It’s about control, which is an element, of course, of any obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I do things in the exact same way then I can keep bad things from happening to me. Thus superstition becomes a factor; and how far from supersitition and compulsive behavior is the more dogmatic rituals of an ancient religion. Is it the thing you’re doing or the doing of the thing that brings about whatever divine or magical or blessed result?

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A Gang Of Robbers In Hiding is the next oracle here, at 19° Libra. It seems the two being arrested yesterday wasn’t enough intrigue. Today’s image is brought to you by Libra in a twelve-fold sequence and, as often happens with that sign, it draws upon its “We are” motto, the keynote of the symbol being “group protest.” Our dear Dane Rudhyar, expert on all things Sabian, wants to stress the goodness of these robbers, suggesting they are like Robin Hood and his merry band or the early Bolsheviks who robbed banks to finance the revolution. The point is that this is yet another image of “outlaws” in a society where the rules don’t protect said individuals; and they must take matters into their own hands. Lech Welesa, Gandhi, Jimmy Carter, John Lennon were all Libras and have fought uphill battles against the oppressive powers that be. Libra is the sign of balance, order and harmony, and so it doesn’t seek imbalance, dis-order or -harmony, but it will seek to unhinge a collective based on inequality.

Beyond that, this oracle isn’t much speaking to me on any level. So I’ll just leave it at that.

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In the Virgo-ruled oracle of Libra 18°, Two Men Placed Under Arrest, we explore the “breakdown in the constructive relationship between the individual and society and the expectable result.” Now, society has it’s own existing order based on a series of laws; and the individual has his own order determined by his own conscience. The criminal conscious may feel no remorse and therefore clash with the rule of law; but just as often the laws in place are unjust ones and the arrest of the individual is a sacrificial act in service of seeing true justice prevail. The two men in this oracle might be the gruesome murderers in Truman Capote’s account In Cold Blood; or they might have been caught in some kind of harmless, intimate act which laws built on hatred persecute. I make this specific comparison on purpose to float the notion that unjust laws put on the individual might actually inspire a sort of psychosis that drives the individual to actual unthinkable acts that psychological stem from repression and revenge upon the society that doesn’t accept him or her.

The British, for instance used to send criminals to Australia, literally alienating them in an external, actual prison island. But this also serves as a metaphor for the inner prison (in addition to the ultimate real one) that someone like an Oscar Wilde might have been put into. Nelson Mandala was probably more drastically imprisoned on the metaphorical level than he was during his actual incarceration which resulted from the expression of both his personal and universal calls to liberty. The retired sea Captian of the previous oracle was in synch with the order he observed because he was at least a co-creator in it; he was retired and was probably witnessing an order that took him much pains, over Time, to institute. But what of the young wo/man who has yet to achieve this level of sympathy between his inner and outer worlds. The two men in this image might easily have been those who simply sought to marry not too long in our society, or still are in way too many places in our small but violently repressed world. Now, in America for instance, the two men in the image can observe the way the retired sea captain, does, the positive, calm, serene results of their having fought for the inner order to be reflected outwardly, at large.

We want to face the consequences in the way the sea captain did, not in the negative context in which that phrase typically echoes. Joan of Arc was punished for her unacceptable actions by the very society she served and saved, really and spiritually. In terrestrial terms she never made it to the other shore, and though sainthood debatably transcends that sad failure, I doubt she preferred it to just be given a pass—she simply couldn’t compromise, personally, for the sake of the power she ultimately wielded for her fellow man. The sea captain of the next oracle didn’t have to make that ultimate sacrifice because the stakes (no pun intended) weren’t as high; he made it to the other shore and saw what even radical changes he instituted become part of the new order. But as I said yesterday, this state of retired contemplation might only be in preparation for a new struggle, because, universally, it always is. Enter the two men in this image. We see them being arrested, but their ultimate consequence is unwritten here. There is a good possibility that their arrest and incarceration, like that of Mandela’s, might be the vehicle to their ultimate victory and leadership.

The onus is thus on societal order to more readily absorb, expand and change their own structures, laws of order to include the good struggles that individuals champion. The fact that there are two men here might merely suggest that this is not a struggle in which one is alone. American society has mainly evolved in the right directions via the women’s movement, the civil rights movement, the LGBT efforts, despite the blow back. We do have healthcare after so long without it. Gun laws and the prison system should be next. The educational system too. The laws must move in a direction to champion the oppressed who are only so-called because the world is lousy with oppressors. There will always be new struggles, but so long as the laws serve the oppressors than this dialogue remains no newer than that put forth by Rousseau or Locke, centuries ago. All ages should be those of enlightenment and the formula is really simple—it’s called the Golden Rule. It is fitting that today’s oracle is ruled by Virgo because that sign is hinged on human conscience. The Leo oracle of the sea captain expresses more that rule of the King who, happily, created a little slice of ordered heaven, a haven, his camelot; but he could have easily been a tyrant, a pirate viewing his pillage. The shift from Leo to Virgo is like the shift from the feudal system to that of guilds, a time characterized in literature by morality plays like Everyman—Virgo is the Everyman of the Zodiac—as we humans are the battleground in the fight between virtue and vice, our conscience being at the front, where we must dig our trenches. Law and order (the resulting Balance between these seven virtues and vices, which, in their full weight, are measured by the next seventh sign of Libra) should be written in the ink of our very human collective conscience which, the goodness of which, tips the Scales over the the petty evil.

Why, if most Americans don’t want guns, does a relatively tiny lobbyist group of wielders win out. Greed (a vice). And the greedy are way more organized than the rest of us. But what if they weren’t. What if we stood outside gun shops the way pro-lifers hassle abortion clinics. Is it because hatred and greed are stronger organizing agents than goodness? Or are we struggling with our own vices of say, sloth or even gluttony—so long as we have all we need why fight, right? Well that’s for your own conscience to decide I suppose.

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And now A Retired Sea Captain Watches Ships Entering And Leaving The Harbor providing us the energetic “capacity to gain an objective and calm understanding of human in experiences in which one was once deeply involved” at Libra 17°, ruled by Leo in a twelve-fold zodiacal sequence.

The shift from the previous image to this one is a certain mastery over emotions. We have weathered storms and rebuilt our landings and now we see ships sailing in and out. This is how we must view external experience, as well as our own thoughts and associative feelings: objectively; they come in and they go out, and we can simply observe them. There is a distance here, which the fixed-sign energy of Leo provides, and certain authority, which is always endemic to that sign. The captain, being old, symbolizes the sagacity that is tantamount to knowing calm. It is over calm seas (of our own inner life) which our ships sail in. Those who get what (they think) they want when in a period of tumult in their life usually fail to appreciate these boons or ultimately suffer the loss of them. We cannot remain in the storm, nor even in the recovery, we must perch ourselves on solid land with a full view of what is occuring. Oftentimes I see people who, recovering from a life of addiction, say, remaining too much in the experience of recovery so that it becomes the new addiction. We must remove ourselves, even, from that mode and become our own authority and beacons of inner strength and, in short, get over ourselves and the troubles. Too often we want to live in the troubles of our past feeling that so long as we keep talking about them we won’t fall back into the whirlpool. But it’s not enough to talk—we must own the authority of our having been at sea and the perspective it’s provided us, now, not to direct the current action but to observe the present conditions of our past actions. The retired captain was probably instrumental in systemizing the current activities now playing out before him in said harbor.

Wisdom and serenity are the outcroppings of inner conflict and personal struggle. It is our responsibility to see ourselves as having achieved the right to embody them, not just for ourselves, but for others. That captain is indeed a beacon. He’s been there and done it. He has sailed his ships through both troubled and smooth waters—the polarities of his consciousness—and he’s been battered by gales, risking mutiny by his ego-nature. Others are now following the courses he likely laid out. How can we see this as metaphor for the patterns and occurances in our own lives. Can we retire our egos and let them just observe? Or are we still acting out or in constant need of others to fuel our own recovery, either of which is worse than the other. After all, this contemplation that we achieve isn’t passive, in might be preparation for future voyages into more dangerously uncharted seas. Stella often reminds us of the anonymous adage, attributed to the Buddha, that: Pain is inevitable, but Suffering is a choice. It is my observance that even those who have made it through the troubled waters of their own emotion troubles still prefer to remain a wreck in their recovery, voicing these same troubles of the past, ad infinitum, without ever finding the silent calm that should be the natural next step. In this way, the simply relive their tribulations, continually casting others in the existing roles that make up the cast of their crisis living. It’s that type of typecasting that we must eschew at all cost.

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Of course today’s symbol is ruled by Cancer in a twelve-fold sequence. At Libra 16° we have this: After A Storm A Boat Landing Stands In Need Of Reconstruction. I don’t need to go into the cardinal-water sign of Cancer being associated with flood myths, right? You’ve heard me say it all before.

What we are dealing with here is the connection between human ego consciousness and the mast unconscious, the lower case self with that of archetypal energies. Connecting with these forces will certainly at first have a destructive effect. Boats symbolize the link, the ability to travel or connect, between these two levels of conscious being. In effect we open ourselves to certain “psychic storms”. I have described some of my own experience with this but it’s sort of a well worn theme: When you expose yourself to vaster realms of consciousness it will blow your mind, and there is a certain need for reconstruction as the psyche copes with this sort of rewiring.

Take Joan of Arc (who was actually a Capricorn, the higher septave of Cancer, but her name does link her to this boat imagery and the flood myths): People were like girl is cray cray. And I’m sure she struggled with fear of psychosis, before the term existed, wondering herself if she was completely mad and not actually making connection to the archetypal energies personified by two saints and an arch angel. But she flowed with it. It didn’t end well for her on the personal ego level. I mean, not at all. But a teenage girl suffused with higher archetypal power actually saved France from a conquering oppressor and pretty much single handedly drove them out. So you tell me if that was madness or divine connection. I’m going with the latter.

The boat landing then is the actual pathways, the wiring of our own minds, when confronted with these archetypal influences; but it’s also the cultural collective, the group consciousness that must some how get their brains around something like a Joan of Arc and make sense of what just happened here. The point is there is no sense to be made. There is only faith and belief or the opposite thereof. We are dealing with some heavy divine forces here. And, in my view, sheer madness could not have accomplished what that wee French girl did. And so it inspires faith in such forces. And her story can’t help but serve as a metaphor for the rest of us. Few of us will ever be so whalloped with divine intervention and lead an entire nation to freedom from oppression. That’s just not an every day occurance. But most of us are given a bad wrap. We are all, at some point in our history, labelled crazy or evil by some small set of oppressors who fear our power, writing it off as madness instead of some form of genius. Genius remember is etymologically linked with genie, a personification of supernatural influence that can be a sticky wicket leading to the old adage: be careful what you wish for.

So the theme of today’s oracle is repair, as it is for any (Cancerian) flood/storm-myth symbol. It’s the specific repair of our minds which can be shown as feeble in the face of emotional and spiritual breakthroughs. It needs to get itself around what’s happening. And in order to do that it must expand along new pathways. We can’t illuminate with powerful new enlightenment via the circuitry of old, frayed wiring. We need to get our grid together, making it strong enough to commune with these great and powerful forces. That is tantamount to evolution, I believe, not just of the species but of our planetary consciousness. There is a star man waiting in the sky, he’d like to come and see us but he thinks he’d blow our minds. So prepare ye the way!

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