The Big One: Facing the Eclipse
The skies go dark today, as the moon passes directly between the earth and the sun, momentarily blocking out Sol’s rays and casting us into darkness, like a plague straight out of ancient Egypt. Here’s what I’m feeling, what I’m seeing, as the gate blasts all the way open.
The moon will block out the sun in Aries: the sign of war, creation, new beginnings and individuality. Next year, Saturn and Neptune will enter the ram’s domain. We are staring down years of conflict and militant fervor, but we’re also coming to the end of the morphine drip. This is when the IV gets ripped out. The reign of the dead is closing. The living now awaken, into their own lives, and no one else’s.
Essentially, this is the new world order of Plane Jane, in which confrontation is not to be feared but savored: not for the sake of vacant nihilism, but to blast through the meteor storm and into hyperspace. The discourse is done. Now begins the clash and the cataclysm.
I’ve been doing a rewatch of Pedro Almodovar and Penelope Cruz’s greatest collaborations. In both Volver and Parallel Mothers, after the bombshell revelation has dropped, after everything has come tumbling down, one of the mothers says: “the worst is over.” And then, the healing begins, and the happy ending is in view.
It’s not that simple, but, who knows: maybe it is. During this week’s Akashic opening of the sun, on Sun Moon Earth Sea, the guides spoke of facing our worst fear. I keep thinking about buildups and climaxes, of coming into full presence as shit goes down.
There is nothing to do on an eclipse, just as there is nothing to do when forces beyond our control seize the world and hurl it into annihilation. In the part of A Course in Miracles I’m on, they say that in my defenselessness my safety lies. These old armors, gripes, projections. What difference will they make when the heavens rip open?
As the sun goes dark, we peer in the void the spectre of annihilation, the naming of the thing we fear most. When that moment comes, I’ll be on the beach, dancing with my Zumba instructor. Eventually, the crossing will be complete, the cycle will begin again, and the new slayers and Spice Girls will emerge.
This is the most precarious time, when it all starts to fall, when we realize we have no recourse but to cross over. When the light returns, it will be vivid and devastating, the first rush of new life to come. That’s the way it goes. We’re just along to witness it.
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