…o…a Horoscope in time…Feb 1, 10′–Feb 7, 10′
…a Horoscope in Time…
(Divinorum depositorium)
by
Šómà
Aries (March 21-April 19)
While the Moon remains bright in the sky, it is a suggestion of mine for you to employ the mystik light of the Moon as a kind of flashlight for the soul. What I mean by this is that the Moon can assist you into seeing what might be going wrong with your ignition switches. If its anger, breathe before you react; if its worry, again, breathe deeper before you drown in defeating thoughts. You are diving into a week of fruition. Allow yourself to receive the gifts. There is no need for impatience, not this week.
Taurus (April 20-May 2o)
Invite them over…You have postponed your plans too long for this gathering. You havent been cooking like you could either. I wanna smell divine scents from where I am sitting. I understand how the winter creates lazy creatures out of us, but seriously, why haven’t you invited them over yet? Socialize, show them eyes, and remember the heart spies. Have eyes for those spies.
Gemini (May 21-June 20)
There is a friend of mine who has this song called “Jah knows,” and in the chorus of the song he sings, “Bury yourself in mountains of books or magazines, go off, run away to temples, real or imaginary…etc” The balloon filled with his music rose in my head when I got to you. Do it; run away to impossible fantastical worlds of delight. Fill your senses. Light the candles, burn the sage, and administer whatever else you deem neccessary for the stellar flight of the week ahead. Go on, skip away. Just remember to eat, sleep, and get a tad of exercise–enough to keep ya tip top. Also, avoid copious amounts of caffeinated beverages. That was a warning. The Tortoise is just as wise as the Hare my twin.
Cancer (June 21-July 22)
I know, I know, the demands of life are increasing at impossible speeds. The demands of living in 2010 are a riot. All seems upside down. There may be armies of worries in your thought dreams lately, thoughts like “What will happen when it all falls down” or “I can’t relax…and why” or even “Why can’t I ever get a moment to myself…?” The answer: Because they got into you; the MEMES they created, they are in you now. You must purge them. Drink nothing but Yak butter tea for the next 7 days and end the cleanse with back to back yak butter enemas. Intense? Yes, and so is my compassion for you!
Leo (July 23-August 22)
If it still feels like there are thousands of tiny beings ripping, pulling, pasting, and destroying the false image you once had for yourself, this is a good sign, your feelers are still functioning. It’s not that God has it out for you, its just time, your time–ripe karma fruit. You should participate in this process. At least offer to help take out the trash. By the end of this, you will have received your kosmic makeover. I hope you dig your new look. ( a shiny mane perhaps?).
Virgo (Augest 23-September 22)
I believe it was Da Vinci who said, “ It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.” Mmm…a drifter isnt it–it really takes ya. Catch anything in it? Basically, maybe its time to try another approach. It’s hard washing windows when you know there’s pigeons on the roof;so lets learn from our past mistakes this week, and allow one finger at a time peel from the precipice of unhealthy control. Fall into the scariest pit of unknown blackness, its your medicine. After you have been devoured, I wanna hear your story. Bet its worth tellin’.
Libra (September 23-October 22)
Listening is the skeleton key of all communication. It is said Libra rules over listening. I feel all the zodiac must listen, but you most intently (you and Leo). The reason for this is because you are learning to relate, learning to be cool. Somebody is going to say something this week that will change your life forever. It will be one of those quotes you cannot forget. But first you must make it through my challenge: This week, you will remember every single persons name you meet without fail. It’s not as hard as you may think, you just have to care. (hint: use pneumonic devices). Once you do, you will find the treasure.
Scorpio (October 23-November 21)
Being ballzy aint easy. It causes much stress to the organism. Luckily, for you, this week looks like one of decompression. All the scary chances and investments you made back in the Fall are budding now. It’s an early Spring for you. And before you hastely harvest, I must add that all power comes with a price. Don’t allow the demons of greed and avarice weasel to far into your heart, they will consume you.
Sagittarius (November 22-December 21)
The next ripple (or wave) created back there with the New year is a sleeper. It may not look like a big swell, but this one could take you under. Essentially, don’t think you are through everything..yet. Patterns leave marks where they were working. There may even still be residuals from the day of your resolution still swimming inside you. Summon your Inner Guru, equip yourself with feathers and the finest artillery of alchemical tools, and just do it. Show yourself you have it in you to rise above the ashes once and for all. There are faces in the darkness watching; flames flicker in their eyes. Expectantly they wonder, “Is he the One?”
Capricorn (December 22-January 19)
There is an article I have written in my head entitled, “The Capricorn Monster.” It’s about the nature of the mutant Capricorn and how It is a “sphinx” of all the Cardinal constellations of the zodiac. Capricorn is an intensely strange, yet, competent alien lifeform (much like Pluto) that lives in the matrix of our Zodiac on Earth to better assist humans in acting out their destined role in society. It’s such a grueling process isn’t it? Working for the Man and all. Ideally, if we had it our way, I think we would all be naked doing yoga in Fiji, but Capricorn will not allow this, not this week. The Karma police have strict rules governing our Soul’s desires. You must accept this–to a degree–and do exactly what your heart desires. The earthquakes have manifested in the external world, and they will continue in you until you liberate from your conditioned mind.
Aquarius (January 20-Feburary 18)
The first day my friend arrived in India, he plugged in his computer and it was hit by a power surge. Sad really; he planned on blogging about his travels all over the sacred land. It is said electricity is this way in India. it comes, it goes. I find this to be a remarkable metaphor for your current state. Do not attach to the brilliant moments when the power (the Muse) is on, or when it is not. Life should be unpredictable. Allow your life to be this way this week, and have no attachment to any particular outcomes for the results. It should be a liberating week, not one of forming knots in your neck.
Pisces (Febuary 19-March 21)
Hide the Netflix movies that just arrived, give away all the junk food in the house, and vow not to drink any intoxicating beverages for the next 7 days. The reason for this drastic shift in your wintering mode is because it is time to do some early spring cleaning. The doors of your perception need squigying (not correct spelling, but you know what I mean). And on the 7th night, the Eve before we meet again, you can go out, get dinner and a movie, and let your heart sing! Happy days ahead my friend, happy days.
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Scrying on the Moon (for Brigid)
By sibylline light
images I recognize,
creviced captures of my life.
I know her judgment to be my own.
“Nourished by Moon rivers
mythical cavern blooms
unseen by sunlight
glow green.”
Thus she sets the scene;
becomes the prophecy.
“Purest white simplicity
curved to suggest fragility
faith fed maiden ready for
plucking,
given in bondage to womanly woes,
hard rows to hoe
for that human hug through
crying of night.
Fate of mortal soldiers, sacrificed to lust.
Seeking relief, beg for the boon of drama
high adventure
sneaking into sad hotels
for a fix or a tumble.
Laughs,
deadly play,
danger, a real chance.
Barefoot in the snow
icy roads
winds so strong
I could not make you hear.
I thought you were my destiny.
Crazy thoughts, far from clear;
but I believed
song lyrics from Saturnine deities
would not lie, leave me
dying, fading into winter’s grey
drifting clouds,
endless sorrow endured for naught.
Lost on this careless corner,
dreaming of oblivion, intent on visions
like rain
tapping against eternity’s
vast windowpane.
Scenic serenity.
Nature’s gradations of green
soothe tired eyes,
trembling nerves, throbbing veins.
Slivers of moonlight reflect
in withered refrains, unearth secrets
embedded in song
effervescing through cool pure air
cleansing the uprising nestling
set aflame
resurrected
tempered mettle,
pure, wise, tested
engorged with the will
to rise”
revised February 1, 2010
twilight of the goddess, call to song to aery dancing, lady fair your firey trance rewinds our souls, enjoy these offerings, flights of fancy, all art is yours
keep it up. The Muse seems strong with this one.