angstoic.com Astrologer, Ang Stoic
It's hard to overlook, yet there are moments when we have to keep it in mind: our planet is moving through some seriously dark, dark times. Nobody is quite sure what is going on, and for many, life can feel as though all its meaning has been sucked out of it. Perhaps this strange affair with meaninglessness is an ode, a homage, a ceremonial farewell to past frivolity and to our long-held romance with the superficial.
On today's Cosmic Bus, we look at why so many people have lost their forward-looking energy; why the future is still technically there but nobody seems particularly excited to meet it anymore. We explore how the background assumption that things would broadly improve, that your kids would have it a little better than you did, that institutions were moving in a recognisable direction, has dissolved, and what that unsettled exposure underneath it actually feels like when you have to stand in it day after day. We talk about the chronic, low-grade instability that has settled into a kind of bedrock anxiety, far harder to metabolise than a crisis, which at least gives you something to push against. And we look at how the loss of narrative continuity in work and identity has left a generation performing stability while the actual self retreats somewhere less visible, scrolling to regulate a nervous system that has long exceeded its processing capacity.
Our dance with the darkness has its own nuance and texture, since darkness manifests in many shades. There is the darkness that scares the living shit out of us. And there's the darkness that pacifies. Then there's the darkness that feels harrowing and final, that takes everything away, yet leaves us feeling somewhat at peace once it passes. There is the darkness of lovers, of haters, and the darkness of saboteurs. Darkness becomes whatever-the-fuck you wish it to be, whatever it needs for you to be, whatever will get you through the night. Its burden shifts with each passing hour, depending on the soul that journeys through it, and whether it terrorises or consoles depends on the experience and wisdom of the one who has to bear it. Darkness carries no fixed verdict; how we interpret this ungodly passage depends on the context we give it, if any.
Sunday's Sagittarius Full Moon [31 May] at 9°55' is a Blue Moon, the second full moon this month, and it arrives with a particular charge. The lunation forms the midpoint to Jupiter/Eris, drawing on a contentious set of issues that have defined so much of this year's atmosphere: the tension between the impulse to find meaning and the force that keeps dismantling every structure meaning tries to attach itself to, between faith and the compulsion to expose what faith has been placed in. The Full Moon axis aligns with Uranus in Gemini, and that opposition carries the restlessness and unpredictability that have coloured the entire second half of May. Jupiter in Cancer rules this lunation from the sign of its exaltation, which gives the whole event a strange undertow of emotional generosity running beneath the instability, as though something is trying to nourish what the surface keeps disrupting.
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