OK, before we get into the latest opening of the Hellmouth, an update:
I’m joined by the “Sober Sexpert” Tawny Lara to talk planets, charts and recovery on November 16, via Zoom. Excited to teach this one, and explore new ways of activating your chart to aid your sobriety (however you define it). You can learn more and register here.
Now…onto the big chicken…
NOVEMBER 8’S TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE IN TAURUS, ON U.S. ELECTION DAY
(read my NYLON piece here)
“I just want to have fun. I just want to feel, like, fulfilled and have an adventure, and I’m sick of fucking TikTok and Bumble and just screens and apps and sitting there binging Netflix. I just want to live. I just want to live my life so badly. I just want to meet someone who’s totally ignorant of the discourse. You know?”
Of course the new White Lotus is landing a bit differently during this eclipse season. The further we get away from 2020, the more we find the old self-righteousness boring, and the pretty views a bit more seductive.
Elon Musk, BB Netanyahu, Herschel Walker. Jinping, Putin, Kanye West, Johnny Depp. A catastrophic election to come, a crossroads of new possibility, or both? Not to be too Taurean about it…but who cares?
This summer, as Uranus hit my natal sun in Taurus, I crossed over: out of the drab furnishings of intellectualized selfhood and over the rainbow, to an ego death at the Circuit Rave. My personal history was processed and released, and I was landed in the middle of the dancefloor, with no name or identity, free to channel Venus and indulge in rampant delight. Finally!
But now what? Do I return to who I was, compartmentalized and exhausted? Do I strip my clothes and wade into the sea of dazed male bodies, never to be seen again? This eclipse, in Taurus, the sign of autonomy (and, often, tyrannical autocracy) forces a reckoning between libertarianism/bureaucracy, hedonism/fascism, and self/state.
The White Lotus has perfectly dramatized this showdown, between the optimistic hot people, and the depressive hot people. There must be a balance between sides, a melding between the savage indulge of Theo James and the annihilating pessimism of Aubrey Plaza.
We the Taureans know this: no matter how the empires fall, we already have all the power, ready to activate in our incandescent mutant bodies. Suffice it to say, you’re of no use to us if you’re not in your body—that divine conduit of pleasure, possibility and magic. Having orgasms and being of service to the human race should not be mutually exclusive. Indeed, one should only enhance the power of the other.
To be clear, this likely won’t be an easy crossroads. But it’s a new beginning nonetheless. When Jupiter returns to Aries in December, so begins outright a new decade of heroes, artists and champions. I want to see you on the battlefield. Now is when we stop complaining about the end of the world. Make the most of it. Have a good time. Then get to saving it.
Ever,
David Odyssey
Next month, Jupiter returns to Aries and a new year of heroes, artists and individual voices rise. Get in your body this eclipse and start honing your mutant powers. We’re going to need you in the battles to come.
Love,
David Odyssey