angstoic.com Astrologer, Ang Stoic
“Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.” ~ Susan Sontag
Greetings, fellow travellers,
I hope you all caught the Venus/Jupiter conjunction early this week, which, under Jupiter’s exaltation, offered a fine respite, a blissful chance to reconnect with the heart of what we know and love, for we are flesh and blood after all, even if caught in the slipstream of the universe’s monumental conspiracy to reimagine Season 21 of humanity 2.0. With a string of outers edging into alignment, this global remodelling, this spiritual recalibration of human intelligence touches us all, wherever on earth you happen to stand.
Which is exciting, I suppose, even if it runs a little to the dark side. Every death-and-regeneration package tends to, so we had best make the most of the better days.
Me? I took the occasion to go hunting for some morsel of my ancestral self on the island of Crete, a short flight south of my northern Greek village hideaway. That late Cancer Venus/Jupiter felt auspicious enough to seize the pre-heatwave hush of early June, the beaches near empty, the sea returning me to that primordial saline warmth of the mother’s womb. A chance to reground and to meet a few of the locals. Cretan heritage, too, was a screaming reminder, ruin stacked upon ruin, Minoan into Mycenaean into Roman, Byzantine, Arab, Venetian, Ottoman, of how even the mightiest of civilised empires expires in the end. And I got to pay homage to one of my most beloved countrymen, the great Kazantzakis, with whom I feel a tremendous heretical kinship, since the Orthodox establishment cast him out for the way he turned his voice against it and refused, to his last breath, either to pander to it or flatter its rot. But that aside. As I ready myself to head home on Monday, I steal a little time to send you this report.
A New Seed, Blowing In The Wind
In the small hours of Monday 15 June, the Sun and Moon meet at 24°03′ of Mercury-ruled Gemini, and the lunar cycle resets in the sign of the word – the Logos: the sign of the commentator, the envoy, the rumourmonger, the messenger and the purveyor of all things caught in daily traffic, the mercurial silver-tongue trickster that splits every mind in two. Have you noticed? The half-mind duplicity? The flip-flopping? The absurdity and madness the mind wreaks when it plays tricks. A month ago we planted firm intentions in the still earth of Taurus, a seed for the body’s posterity, sown in ground whose rubble was still shaking after seven years of Uranian tremor. Intentions are important. This lunation augurs the first seed of a new reconnaissance; the twin seed, pitched high in mutable air, like a satellite or one of those pesky drones, as if to find out what is going on around us while we do our best down here to work out how to manoeuvre ourselves through the environs of this strange New Earth.
Everyone’s talking, exchanging ideas. Moving about the emerging new “awakening” in some fashion. Checking it out. I’m not hearing too many glowing reviews. Mostly, I hear people bitching. Life is good, though. Isn’t it? Depends where our mind goes.
The lunation itself falls a degree shy of an open hand to Eris, the distant twisted Kuiperian who has spent no less than a century driving her war-march through Aries, mustering the grievances of everyone struck off the elite guest list: those of us shut out of the party by birthright and bloodline, by intellectual conquest, by the long age of war and activism that taught our indigenous selves to fight for the barest scrap of recognition and identity. A sextile provides and offers rather than forcing the event, and what she, goddess of the envy, offers the mercurial world this fortnight is a channel: the swallowed sense of erasure finds a voice, a passage through, perhaps by amicably suitable agreement, perhaps by logical argument. At its purest, it turns pure intelligence into testimony, a shrill whistle that cuts through the institutional anaesthesia, an account that drops the witness they wanted buried. At its ugliest, with Eris locked in a hard square to Jupiter at the dying edge of Cancer, it curdles into the backed-up fury of an ancient inherited wound, fired off through somebody’s morally self-righteous indignation before its emissary has even bothered to examine where the wound came from, or whose it ever was. It is happening to the lot of us, both ends burning at the same heat intensity. Good luck working out who holds title to which land here, where envy and disgust run thick as engine oil, and distinguishing the true voice from the eloquently forged one will eat half your month’s attention; fill you with scorn and spite, while the rest of the lunation chart slips us the tools to finish the job. If it seems I am being cryptic, that is because the experience differs for everyone, and I have taken extensive care to map the issue out in your personal horoscope [see links below].
Above everything hums Uranus, now nearing the third degree of Gemini, miles from the Moon by orb yet master of the whole domain by sign, and the superhuman reach of his intelligence is the reason this Gemini season stings harder than any in living memory. The great disruptor has taken up residence in the sign of the thinking mind, ushering in an age in which word and wire will run the better part of a decade. His previous visits left scorch marks you history students out there will clock as revolutionary in thought: the pamphlet wars of the 1770s that provoked real revolutions into being; the telegraph of the 1860s lacing continents together while one of them tore a young nation clean in two; radio, the codebreakers and the first thinking machines of the 1940s. With every pass, the jarring apparatus of how the word travels has flung a culture’s thinking into new dimensions inside a handful of years, each waving the banner of liberation from some ideological tyranny while doing seriously violent work to achieve it on the ground. This pass, the leap is coming via the machine that answers back. We shall never be the same, and there is no turning this back or off. We have raised powerful engines that churn out large language cogitations at the speed of an electrical spark, and the next several Gemini seasons should blow in torrents of profound breakaway from the old human condition, dislodging us from all prior logic, clean or corrupted, from everything that came before.
We stand now in the age where our species conquers more than the oldest Gemini questions. We are moving to link our collective intelligence into the next great revolt: how to upload an earth-bound mind into a dimension unimaginable to most, one above and beyond scarcity and division, lifted clear of the rigged game of chance and tricked-up opportunity we feel destined to play, governed by fucknuts who landed an unfair advantage and treat us with contempt. We have wonderful systems of law and resource management, of course we do. The harder question is how to build systems of governance inclusive enough to hand us all a place of our own, the integrity to speak, think, move and transcend the frustrations and limits of this cruel mundane existence.
Walls, Limitations and Outright Banishments
Mercury rules this lunation, and having entered Cancer on 1 June, it drags the mind toward the safe harbours of tribe, family, the things we keep closest and keep us. On 10 June he hit the wall, square to Saturn at thirteen degrees, shoving each of us up against the limit on the patch of turf we guard hardest. You’re feeling it. All at once, your voice, your stupid words, your distinct accent, your inherited way of doing things expose you as an outsider, and you grate on those who fancy they hold the line, though, with Saturn in Aries, they are barely holding it, since Aries is now a minefield of self-serving belligerents and every argument reeks of a craving for immediate control and a mule’s refusal to budge on one’s selfish terms.
Look at the current shambles, in the Hormuz Strait and on the football pitch alike. The World Cup currently held in North America has become Cancer versus Aries in studs and shin-pads: ordinary folk clawing across borders to wear their colours, and a legion of blazered officials working the pure Aries line, all gate, all profit, all me-first, effectively holding back the ordinary crowd from enjoying the event. Then there’s the case of Omar Artan, the first Somali ever picked to referee, papers in order, held for eleven hours at Miami, then bundled back to Istanbul on a rumour about bad company. Then watch Cancer hit back: in Mogadishu, they filled a stadium to carry him shoulder-high, wrapped in the flag, a hero for being turned away. But watch how this develops through the tournament. The rest of you can rot against the railings.
The trickster always doubles back. When Mercury turns retrograde on the 29th, he does it in a sustained square to Eris, and the howl from outside the gate goes up all over again. Then he starts unwinding the ground we have covered since spring, dragging the whole discussion back through July, and a lot of us are about to cope with how much of these months went on guarding the comfort zone, how hard we gripped, white-knuckling the little securities we mistook for safety while the barbarians at the gate close in. Jupiter puffed them up, Venus sweetened them, and now Mercury shuffles the deck to test whether the card you held tightest to your chest was ever your trump card. He grinds back toward Saturn, and by the end of July the two of them stall within a degree of the same square, both near-motionless, Mercury freshly turned direct while Saturn digs in to reverse, the whole sky holding still long enough to fill us with miserable second thoughts about what we believed kept us safe, and where to draw battle lines. My advice: pick your one true something and stand by it. If you find yourself doubling back and forth on it, perhaps it was a flimsy safety belt after all. Perhaps you are clutching at an idea out of insecurity, out of fear of loss, and you are losing something all the same.
And if I’m being a little all too cryptic, let me leave you all with something I posted on Facebook just a couple of days ago:
When, in the age of information, your mind gets drowned in the data deluge, the only skill worth a damn is to stay sharp enough to sort the signal from the shit, to detect in a heartbeat what nourishes your mind and what is engineered to rob it. Your wits should be lightning quick by now. You should be able to tell the vital from the vapid, the true thing from the “sponsored content,” the crap contrived to strip-mine your attention, which is your lifeforce, the most valuable and least replaceable thing you own.
Stop being a patsy of the machine. The dopamine farmers, the marketeers, the propagandists, lobbyists and warmongers have all insidiously decided your lifeforce is theirs to harvest, exploitable, expendable, extraneous to their profit margin. They flood the feed with eloquent misinformation, falsehoods dressed in the guise of fact, the dead spin spun to sound like breaking news, the malicious rage whipped up as righteous indignation, and they bank on you being too tired, too dumb, too scroll-addicted to tell the difference.
We have always been a bit brainwashed. But we are now in a danger zone, exponentially reaching the zombie saturation point.
This is the exact faculty Monday’s Gemini New Moon comes to reset. The Sun/Moon syzygy in the sign of the mind conspires to plant the month’s seed in the one part of you this lightning age is working hardest to corrupt. Mercury, its ruler, turns retrograde days later, dragging every glib, borrowed, half-masticated thought back for a second, harder chew.
Make this your intention: feed the mind what’s real. Choose what enlightens, not what reduces you, cajoles you, hijacks your brain into a mushbowl. Read a stimulating book. Complete a complex thought. Formulate intelligent questions. Take nothing on eloquence alone (this included). Your attention is precious. Don’t waste it on meaningless nonsense.
Thank you for your precious attention. Please drop me a “♡” if this article was helpful. xx
Below, sign by sign, I have set all of this into your own chart: which house catches the Gemini seed, where Saturn has drawn your wall, and the one true something you are to speak now and stand behind when the squeeze comes back at the close of July.
ARIES ♈ | TAURUS ♉ | GEMINI ♊ | CANCER ♋ | LEO ♌ | VIRGO ♍ | LIBRA ♎ | SCORPIO ♏ | SAGITTARIUS ♐ | CAPRICORN ♑ | AQUARIUS ♒ | PISCES ♓
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