Many people who don’t know much about astrology, and even some of us who work with Stars & Symbols on a daily basis, tend to fear the Full Moon. The word “lunatic” comes to mind [moon = luna]. The feminine energy is feared, and since the moon is the symbolic matrix of all feminine, the Full Moon’s emphasis on our lunar luminary can elicit irrational emotionalism in this patriarchal society. As if insanity were the only option, people expect to go crazy!
Libra Lunar Eclipse/Full Moon [Sun in Aries opposite Moon in Libra]
Moon [in Libra] opposite Uranus [in Aries]
Moon [in Libra] square Pluto [in Capricorn]
Moon [in Libra] sextile Jupiter [in Leo]
At this very moment, there’s nothing you need more than a helping hand. It may feel like you’ve done all you can on your own, and now you could use some assistance, or a referral, or a co-sign to make it real. You swallow your pride and reach out, but your initiative may not be received. I may be downright rejected [in that fake, polite way that drives you crazy]. But why, though? You don’t believe you’re asking for too much…
After all, The Others seem to be so well off, enjoying life’s most exquisite, exclusive pleasures as you look on from the outside. Your intention was to do it yourself and be the first, the original, and everything after that was supposed to fall into place. Now you’ve realized that other people ALWAYS play a part, and you need to connect if you want to take it to the next level.
What happens, though, when you’re not included? What happens when you’re not invited to the party? What happens when you are on the guest list, but you’re not even considered important enough look at the VIP section?
You’re not asking for too much, no. All you want is access.
Maybe you have access already. Maybe you are one of the cool, or THE definitive cool kid. Maybe you’re surrounded by everyone you need to be surrounded by. If that’s the case, then what purpose do you serve each other, and are you really fulfilling your full potential when you come together? Continue reading
i could always just accept it, but…
light reflected on fragments is blindingly revealing
especially to someone so used to concealing
the same main thing that’s in need of some healing
stealing the courage to be
to live a simple life
down to earth
it’s so hard to feel settled
when i’m sitting on a balloon that’s been dipped in metal and coated in acid
attracted to the highest altitude in the blackest kettle of a void
floating away in a far off place
to live feels like a disgrace
but i’ll be complacent if you give me what i need
the space to breathe
the time to grieve
and one last private retreat into the secret smut shop in the back alley of my amygdala
as it secretes a million neurotoxins that are surprisingly simple to spell
please don’t tell