From the domiciled full moon to the empty stomach without "domicile"

 

The day dawned dry. Full moon in Cancer. In my mouth, the metallic. And I insert to subtitle the text, "Nothing Else Matters by Metalica. Deja vus for me, the nausea and the energy of the domiciled full moon. I knew, with some propriety, this feeling of nausea, close to fainting and the taste of metal in my mouth. It was fear going through my glottis. Terrified by the weight she saw of the future. And for the continuous and inhospitable routines that kept me there, in that poisoned present. Or else, with the wrong choice to feed me. But routines, the boredom that wore them, were lethal weapons for me. And they began with the awakening of resistance in me, getting up was the easiest of them, still, nausea came later, when I tried to put something in my mouth so that my stomach would not complain of emptiness or incompleteness. Today it was a blueberry jelly. It wasn't easy and I won't go back to it. Not in the morning. Coffee, my sacred coffee without ritualistic sacralization, without the small sips for pleasure, on the contrary, the small sips as coups de grace, where pleasure and joy are part of the equation, were absent. And it would even be a lie if I didn't say that I didn't think about eradicating this coffee habit, replacing it with tea, which will be, again, my most harmonious option. This thing about living has something to be said, although I consider, with myself and with God, that there are more mysteries in bodily "absence" and much more dignity in incorporeality, which is absolutely essential on this plane, if you have a body, you need the "anti-body", and which is imbued and completely associated in the project of the soul mission, but perfectly uncomfortable for those who intend to continue these studies and find parallel divergences and without any synchrony at all. But I was saying that, for this material life, its physicality and complexity demands from us the thought and the unexpected, as Francisco said today, about unexpected punches in the stomach, that's why they say punches in the stomach, for that, and for much more, that while we were here, I decided that I need masters and for a long time,  that I seek help in disembodied masters and in some incarnate ones. The mind, I have it open to the world of possibilities and I have been "tangled", in the pauses of routine physicality, in harmonics because life with music has always made sense to me, without it, fifty percent of the meaning is lost, harmonics are present in everything, such as homeostasis, as well as the balance between two or more forces,  such as symmetry, thoughtfulness, wisdom, moderation, serenity, proportion, stability, conviction of being, firmness and so many other ways of seeing, before us, the middle way. My middle way had always been aimed at through trial and success for harmony. And in human relationships, even though it had failed, as is predictable among humans, diplomacy, cordiality, and constancy and assertiveness have always been present in attempts at cooperation, which are what engage the self in the other, in social, community, and group nodes. 

The nausea was so strong today that the one who prevented me from falling was Kirie, my dog, who called her, who crawled between the aisle of the barbecue, one hand feeling the edge of the counter and the other falling into the void of incapacity. I was not recommended to do all those exercises that I repeated daily, feeding the cats and dogs was being an arduous task and, just like the pleasure of coffee in small sips and secret and muffled exclamations of the small pleasure, being with Mimi, Romeo, Minie, Lucy, Che, Nicolau, Rocky and Pimpim was difficult for me physically speaking,  once everyone's rations have been distributed, they can appreciate the cordial relations they have with each other or less friendly, if Lucy, the eager, comes sour to the others. Kirie didn't let me fall. I clung to his snout in the ear area and managed to reach the outer stone bench. I sat down. The metallic taste had disappeared, the nausea remained. I let myself sit and Kirie's body never left my side, leaning against my legs, realizing that I wouldn't eat until I showed her that I wasn't well. And I was regaining strength and doing exercises of understanding and searching for harmony, of my best physical part, in this physical state and total surrender to the now. Mindfullness. And I could almost swear that I always find it in the trees, in the wild arrangement of the bushes and weeds, in the dew borne by these vegetable brothers, who carry with the weather and are so flexible and versatile, they manage to balance and harmonize their kingdom. Like water, they do not fight adversity, they circumvent it. Conflict is the opposite of harmony, also in music, so in life in general. And my body was obviously in internal conflict, what I felt could be something simple and debilitating, like a simple indisposition, or it could be a symptom of something more elaborate and bigger than only blood tests, urine tests, etc., could answer.  When I entered, I did not try to follow the list of usual routines, on the contrary, I came to lie on the edge of my bed, trying to extend the placebo mental and psychological balance to the body, in the way I knew how. And if I have to be honest, I don't know anything, in these fifty experiences. This I call a lesson. Nausea, temporary discomfort. And pregnancy is the part that is left out of this equation of indisposition because menopause and the absence of coexistence with other beings who could present themselves as sexual partners, would prevent me. And to elucidate or be useful in this chapter of menopause, to say that menopause broke out, it was the dystopian element that led me to myocardial infarction in 2017. It was the set of circumstances at the time. The meeting of these circumstances that led me to the stent. This process was not harmonious, however, even the stent, as a repairing element, also brought harmony to the continuity of my bodily existence. 

While the nauseated lady calms down, I express some indignation against the current status quo and demodé, the anachronism of hypocrisy, the laissez faire that I have been talking about for so many years, civic self-indulgence in its generality and the opportunism of growing populism in a society that takes time, but wakes up. And I return to harmony. I love astrology. The hidden of humanity, the mystic of life, and for this reason I read this and that, I see and listen to the available media that can quench my thirst for deepening, fighting against the ravages of ignorance. I always knew that many were protected by it, the less we know about what happens in the world, the better. And so it is. But in terms of elaborated knowledge and consequent experience, I need to anchor myself in the masters, in those who fight for fertile ground to improve the external collective reality. I'm stubborn, for better or for worse. 

I read a text about harmonicas and I was tempted to confront the person who signed it. So, if Mercury, the ruler of my chart, is communication, superficial or deep, the thirst to scrutinize, the investigation of ways of communicating, what should be its octave, the harmonic of Mercury, if not Uranus? For there is God who does not, who is Neptune. You are wrong, Neptune is the octave of Venus, as well as Pluto is the octave of Mars. 

I like to understand things and I understand the confusion of the subscriber of the text, but we need to investigate all these questions in depth, if they bring any insight and light to the whole. I was born with my ascendant sitting in the house of Mercury, my second ascendant went to drink in the house of the sun, in Cancer, but he must not have liked it very much and then sat in Leo for a certain time. In the past. Today, my ascendant, in the solar arc, appears in Virgo, along with the "stellium" of transsexuals (I already know that stellium is only considered when composed of personal and social planets), and I say stellium, because in the grace of the year 2024 to 2027, the strength of these transsexuals will be noticed in the life of the planet. Gaia will eventually reveal what we have seen, and where we must go, and from karma to dharma, everything will be crushed, magnifying glass and scope. There is no point in running away or jumping. And do you know why? Because of the lack of homeostasis that man has caused in his home. The house has a lot to do with this astrological equation. Otherwise, we would have Mars perhaps already in Scorpio or, at least, in a healthier and less conflictual transit, in emotional terms. Mars rules the self and wars and rebellions. The warrior did not sit down. Analyze well that your passage through Cancer, where the full moon happens today - the culmination, the apogee - has a lot to say to you. Many astrologers call this passage and regression of Mars in Cancer and Leo, which will last until April, as a birth canal, 9 months straight and in regression in the family home, emotions, nations, the boundaries between the intimate and the public. Mars ipsis verbus. Your higher octave has changed house and sign, if we are more precise. Pluto made a pre-evident rehearsal and entered Aquarius to reside for the next twenty years (some say that Pluto can be in a sign with a variability between 12 and 32 years), the superior Venus, still in Pisces and well domiciled, will rehearse, like Pluto, the pre-turmoil in Aries, will return home and,  finally, for the next fourteen years, he will have his domicile in Aries, which is one of the houses of Mars. But she will not go alone. Saturn, the father of Karma, will also enter Aries in May and in 2026, they will be together conjunct in the first zodiacal house. And as if that were not enough changes, we will still have the upper octave of Mars, that is, Uranus, finally leaving Taurus in peace, because they have had it in the house of self since 2018 and have been turned upside down of radical changes, if not in all areas of their lives, in some. And Uranus will enter the house from the air, Gemini. And obviously, Geminis more than others, but Libras and Aquarians fit into these sudden changes and this genius originality of the planet. But make no mistake, we all have all the signs in the mandala, since we all have twelve houses and each one of them is composed of the energy corresponding to the sign and its rulers. And, as if that were not already much, Jupiter, the auspicious guru, not always well positioned, expands the good, but does exactly the same with the less good. And even with the very bad. If it's a war, it expands into a big war and if it's a bonbon, it will be a chocolate factory. Don't believe in chocolates. And I go back to my stomach, slightly bothered and I'm having tea. Jupiter still retrograde in Gemini will descend to the family home in June, to Cancer, where it will enter tense with squares and oppositions and will reside there on sabbatical, for approximately a year and a month. And all this would be incomplete and disharmonious if I didn't talk about my concern with Venus and Mercury, also both in processes of direct, shadow and retrogradation through the twelve (Pisces) and one (Aries) houses, in conversations and monologues that will be part, along with Chiron, together with Lilith to reach destiny (the English place destiny as something heavier,  fate and our painful longing as nostalgia that is something lighter and nobler) in the change of the nodal axes. Fatalities or the eternal becoming or, finally, the icing on the cake, as learning to cross out what does not matter and revive humanitarian values. In my view, the archaic, anachronistic and corrupt power structures that have had their best days, will fall with a bang, to be recycled truly evolutionary and harmonious values for the planet and the human, animal, plant and mineral races now present and also for the others, but for them Pluto, Neptune and Uranus will make the necessary introductions. Between now and two thousand and twenty-seven, many phoenixes will illuminate the collectivities, many communities will teach the path of the individual through the collective universe. And if we are all one, you too will rehearse culinary changes in your life, beneficial substitutions from daily coffee to occasional coffee, from expected pleasure to a small glimpse of what it would be like to feel peace in global terms. 

Whether you have your home in Cancer or in another energy, you will have to erect boundaries to the negative and welcome other ways of interacting in this world of possibilities that is Gaia. As long as there is no harmony for the whole, as long as power is in the hands of a handful of people, as long as values are based on having and not on being, somersaults will occur and I continue to believe in the same, that karma does not prescribe or precede. It comes at the right time. But it's coming! Innocent and guilty will live with the consequences of their choices, even if the choice was not to choose. The metallic flavor is gone, after Metallica.