.: Ocean Spears :.
In every salty tear we shed, begins the long journey back to the sea. And as we know, those levels are rising swiftly…
As that luminous orb called the Moon tugs at those waves, she also floats into Mars/Neptune drama today. Foaming up from the beginning of the third decan of Pisces, it’s a revealing blue spot of the map that can describe much of the current zeitgeist.
Mars is our desire to make moves. Neptune, the collective atmosphere influencing our moves. Together we have a glowing hot spear placed in arctic waters. The steam of the moment is face-melting. Many of us are searching for a towel to place over our heads. Others are sweating profusely, headed deeper into it. What will come of this ocean change depends on how well we navigate the universal tests we are faced with.
In the story of Eros & Psyche, there are four trials Psyche is given by Aphrodite to prove her love to her son, but also to become a Goddess: 1. sort the grains; 2. get the golden wool; 3. fill the cup with dangerous water; 4. bring back Persephone’s secrets. Usually applied to romantic love, this story also works for all of us in this confusing moment.
To sort the mountain of grains (thoughts/emotions) we need some help. We must look to the earth and see who is busy at work down there for potential allies. To get the wool, we must have patience and wait for the rams to tire from their fighting, using our cunning to harvest value from the bushes. To fill the cup we need an eagles assistance. And to know Persephone’s secret to her beauty, we must keep strong purpose in our journey through the darkness beneath, tuning out the desperate cries of lost souls with three biscuits ready for Cerebus. Only then will we break open a pomegranate with the Queen and secure her beauty box.
(If you are confused, I suggest reading the entire story and letting it work you for a lunar cycle).
Back to Mars and Neptune…
The question we all need to be asking is: What is the true battle?
Eternally we are always with Arjuna on the battlefield of Kurukshetra, torn on whether to fight or flee. But we must fight, not with molotov cocktails, but within our own bodies. They are all perfect, no matter the size or color; Not with wicked words, but with golden linguistics meant to excite and exalt; And not with the crosshairs of hashtags, but with our spirits that are rising with the stream of Poseidon’s trident. Dancing on each tip is a reminder of the pinnacle of expression of body, mind, and spirit.
Be kind in this revolution!
And please, keep it wyrd,
Adam
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