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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Greetings Fellow Travellers,
We are in a depression. Not the clinical kind, of course. Not collectively. A depression is a state of being, a place, a job, a relationship, a frame of mind that keeps you stuck, unable to live your highest possible dream. I know there’s a swarm of folks out there blagging about the promise of a “better tomorrow” and the rest of it, but the reality of our situation seems overwhelmingly bleak and exasperating, stripping away every handhold as it goes. We have done our best to stay loyal to past visions, the shadows on the wall, but now, months after the infamous Saturn/Neptune conjunction of late February, we grow ever more aware of the limitations on living phony versions of the dream, the borrowed existence, our inflated hopes for a comfortable life that was never quite ours, and the exterior world is now thick with signposts that everyone, somehow, is feeling the very same pinch.
I’m sorry to report it, but as both Neptune and Saturn station retrograde over the coming weeks, we must come to terms with the degree of delusion and limitation the outer world has prescribed for us, most of all where identity and personal spark are concerned (Aries), for we can neither imagine a favourable solution nor wring one from frantic, last-ditch efforts, and every failed attempt only confirms, slowly, that the world whose framework we leaned upon to manage, to finance, to securely seal our little slice of heaven, is drying up beneath us. This awareness has never felt so visceral as now, with the Moon full in the dry cardinal earth of Capricorn, a Sun/Moon culmination whose axis squares the near-stationary Saturn/Neptune midpoint at 9° Aries.
Burning Sun, Cold Comfort
Since the Sun has crossed the solstice, it’s turned summer up to its full blare, and it does so from Cancer, the Moon’s own tender country, the sign of home and family and the soft warm interior where we are fed and held and finally allowed to belong. It’s a nice time of year, and every instinct in us this season pulls inward and homeward, toward the long evening and a table filled with food, toward the hard outer shell, the nest, the kitchen with the soup on and the ones we love best gathered close, toward being looked after for once rather than holding the whole edifice up. That is the summer dream: to curl back into the warm and be cared for. And the Full Moon, rising opposite in dry, dutiful Capricorn, answers that longing the way Capricorn is used to answering Cancer, by throwing the cold light straight back. Where the Sun offers us a cosy nest, the Moon picks out the unpaid bill, the chores that know no holiday, our unrelenting duty to others, the treacherous climb, the cold, hard business of a world that goes on pressing whatever the season. Sure, we want to be held, but there’s always a price. Every reassuring joy turns conditional under the Saturn-ruled Moon, and we are somehow handed the account for all our folly. And with that same Aries square bearing on the whole axis, there’s a kind of chill that finds us at the petrol bowser, in the supermarket aisle, in the debts we owe to the credit card and to society both, since the simple dream of feeling safe and fed and home is exactly the warmth our fast-drying earth keeps pricing out of our grasp. I will spare you the dismal geopolitics, but the harder we clutch the protective shell, the higher the Moon stacks the mountain of what it costs to preserve it. Whatever you think you own, whatever makes you feel safe, is bound to a debt so high that it cannot possibly be repaid in a single lifetime. That’s the cold, hard reality this Full Moon stares straight back at us when we look up tonight and meet its resplendent glow, and you must know it.
A Sign of Tremendous Liberation
I suppose by now you are all aware, if not a little excited, of the rare half-hexagon formation taking shape overhead as Jupiter prepares to leave Cancer. As the great benefic hauls himself free of the reassuring safe-harbour of those clutching waters and up into the blazing theatre lights of Leo over the coming days, he will swing, almost at once, into a rare and gorgeous pattern with the three slow giants above: a cradle, a precise trapezoid strung evenly across the skies, an intricate network of soft angles gathered around the 4th degree, slung beneath the single taut wire of Jupiter set opposite Pluto. After the Capricorn Moon put the dream of home beyond our reach, here at last is the exhale. Where that cold Full Moon light screws us down into the pit of stacked-up costs we can never repay, the cradle promises to open new channels: blocked potential released from paralysis; threats too ugly to sentimentalise finally given movement; the “new awakening” that has stalled for years beginning, at last, to find a path through the dying matter.
I will resist unpacking the whole machinery of the cradle here, since its astrological complexity deserves a good deal more than a paragraph, or the casual scroll of an inspiring but empty feel-good post on your feed. There’s enough of that. Understand, though, that the weeks and months gathering around this rare cosmic shape open as a widening doorway rather than casting a single verdict on the future, offering the first real chance in years to set the wrong life down and walk toward the one that fits our embodied selves. But note that any doorway is no guarantee, and the season it opens onto is a hard one. Before any of us reaches the cradle’s late-July promises, the interim sky has a rougher fortnight to put us through first, a baptism of fire, as we may see it.
Too Close To Home
It begins close to home. Mercury started slowing weeks ago, creeping into its retrograde shadow; you likely felt the urge to nail things down before the slide: a lease signed, a family arrangement settled, a domestic commitment finally put to paper. I’d hold onto those loosely. As the messenger turns retrograde in the last degrees of Cancer, grinding against Eris as it turns, it drags us back through the whole house of home and kin, and specifically back through everything we built on expectation across the past twelve months, since Jupiter has been nestled in Cancer the entire while, swelling our domestic hopes to the point of bursting: the bigger yard, the blended household, the deal that would settle the tribal and family guarantees for good. Mercury’s reverse now puts the question of whether those promises were sized to reality or to the Jupiter dream. It’s fair to expect an agreement reopened, a contract with a hidden or missing clause that nobody read (or admits to adding) revisited, a family conversation you took for closure flaring back over the same old wound. Sign nothing final before late July if you can help it. What was agreed in the swell will demand tighter scrutiny in the cold, harsh light of this Moon in detriment.
Match And Fuse
Then, in the early degrees of Mercury-ruled Gemini, comes the most dangerous moment this year, as Mars closes on his conjunction with Uranus (July 4). Uranus is the strike from out of nowhere, the sudden rupture, the lid blown clean off; Mars is the match, the trigger, the lit fuse. Bring them together, and you get the abrupt and irreversible action, events that break without warning, an earthquake, a bolt of lightning to rewire the entire circuit board in a single afternoon: fancy infrastructure that fails all at once, a violent swing in the markets, an explosion literal or political, a secret exposed that rips a reputation apart overnight, the crowd that tips into mob frenzy in a heartbeat. It is volatile, accident-prone, insurrectionary energy, the kind under which long-buried pressure finds its sudden release, and I will not dress it up as anything kinder.
I will say plainly what the symbolism tells me here, and stand by it as my reading rather than gospel: an alignment this severe, in this season, carries the signature of a shocking act of political violence, a single staggering act that severs a timeline and sends the shock outward through everything downstream. Of course, these are frightening predictions, and I take no joy in making the call, since July is a catalytic month whose push toward widespread renewal shows zero mercy for mortals and their precious little predilections. Something epochal is coming, and on a smaller, more local scale, you can only mind your own hand under this charge, since the same fed-up exhaustion that has us all paying tomorrow’s Peter with money wrung from the pockets of yesterday’s Paul offers a beeline, under Mars and Uranus, for the nearest exit: the rash word, the burnt bridge, the door slammed for the sheer relief of the bang. Know this: an injury dealt in one hot moment is one a traumatised soul can never walk back, even when the cradle doorway has long opened. The same current that can sever and depose can also liberate. Which face it shows us depends, as ever, on the nerve we bring to it.
I have taken each of the twelve signs in turn, with the reverence, humour and bluntness each one deserves, in your fortnightly horoscopes below.
ARIES ♈ | TAURUS ♉ | GEMINI ♊ | CANCER ♋ | LEO ♌ | VIRGO ♍ | LIBRA ♎ | SCORPIO ♏ | SAGITTARIUS ♐ | CAPRICORN ♑ | AQUARIUS ♒ | PISCES ♓
As for the Grand Cradle of late July, the full account of it, every planet and every stake laid out, is in the article I am finishing this week. Watch for it in your inbox [sign up here, it’s free]. The liberation, should we find the nerve to pursue it, is the most consequential opening the sky has handed this weary world in years.
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