Saturn in Sagittarius: A Line Drawn in the Name of Freedom [#StarsAndSymbols]

The unresolved issue of racism that has been swept under the rug or sugar-coated has resurfaced as an international conversation of white privilege, police brutality, and cultural appropriation. From the #BlackLivesMatter to the very recent #RachelDolezal case that has taken the internet by storm, it is apparent that we are not as post-racial as we’d like to believe. Then there’s the question of LGBTQ rights with gay marriage legalization and the big reveal [“coincidentally” synchronized with the Sagittarius Full Moon] of transgender male to female Caitlyn Jenner. Feminism is also a hot topic, and again, one that proves we are not as progressive as we may have thought. These might be seen as exclusively American, and to an extent maybe so, but just at look a all the riotous uprisings around the world, all in the name of freedom.

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Speaking of Sagittarius [scroll up a little bit, Forgetful Freddie], Saturn has occupied this expansive sign since December. Saturn’s energy is that of a rigid taskmaster, The One who makes us face our fears in order to strengthen the foundation on which we stand. In the sign of truth, culture, and morality, Saturn pressures the people to draw a definitive line regarding those topics – or at to least to ask the tough questions that we as a global society tend to avoid [ie, “what does it mean to be black?” “am I born this way?” “why is it taboo to breastfeed in public?”]. Saturn, a reminder that we reap what we sow, rules results, consequences, and karma.

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learning the same thing twice: full moon/lunar eclipse in sagittarius [astroloco]

One thing that college taught me is that everyone has their own way of learning, on their own time. My process was very different than my classmates. I discovered that no matter how much I was programmed within the constraints of the classroom, I actually had to experience these lessons for myself in real life. Even if I failed an exam or BS’d my way through an entire course, it was not the end of the world, because I knew for a fact that I would get it when I was supposed to get it. For many years I would bust my ass to make the grade, until I finally decided to detach myself from the stiflingly rigid expectations of the American school system. Time, especially linear, is no longer a factor in my education.

Space is also an education non-factor for me. A classroom is anywhere in which we are conscious enough to teach and be taught. Wisdom is not exclusive to mountaintops and Mongolian monasteries. Wanderlust long distance journeys are great, but who says we have to run to the other end of earth to find what we are seeking? Sometimes the most meaningful moments are the stimulating conversations we have with the strangers we meet down the street at the market.

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For the past couple weeks, I have been driving an hour away to the nearest Whole Foods. I love the occasional day trip, but – between gas money and actually buying a week or two’s worth of groceries –  this was way too expensive to become a routine. Yesterday was my day off, and I decided to see what the regular grocery stores in my area had to offer. To my surprise, I found a lot of my favorite brands right in my local ShopRite. The selection, of course, is not extensive as the healthier grocery chains, but it is there for those of us who are looking to align our eating habits with the higher consciousness of the new paradigm. It’s a process, but it is happening.

All of our studies are coming to light under this Full Moon/Lunar Eclipse in Sagittarius. The lessons we have learned, regardless of when and where, have everything to do with who we are and what we believe to be true. I am thankful for all of my experiences, because they are the adventures that have helped me discover myself, even when I felt lost.

Once upon a time, I was supposed to graduate yesterday. Although I didn’t step across the stage at Lincoln Center with the rest of the Class of ’13, I too survived this semester. My phantom leg has finally been severed after 3 months of limping, and I made it through the operation. Instead of trying to walk the way I used to, I am embracing my new gait, because there is no point in learning the same thing twice.