If your ego has been worked this year, you're not alone. In fact, if your ego hasn't been worked this year, you are alone. Which is to say that everyone I know has gotten worked this year. It was in the stars. It still is, but to a much lesser extent as we finish out 2011.
With Mars in a trine (harmonious) aspect to both Jupiter and Pluto, a
beautiful window exists to transform our unconscious masculine residue -
and all the consumptive capitalistic impulses conditioned into us by our
patriarchal society - into the expansion of our light in creation and service.
These three masculine planets forged their way through some relatively difficult transits with Saturn this year. This exposed many a useful awareness, if we paid attention. Ask yourself the following questions; Where did (do) I forcefully hold on to habituated patterns that throw me off balance? Where did (do) I give my power away, again and again? How much did (do) my limiting thoughts prevent me from celebrating my life?
Mars demands that we create and express with our unique fire. Jupiter pushes us to expand beyond the limitations of our mind. Saturn forces us to take responsibility for all aspects of our unconscious. And Pluto requires us to transform all that is not light.
In honor of 11.11.11, and my Scorpio roots, I offer a passage from Normandi Ellis' Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead that sums up this time in human evolution far better than any of my planetary musings.
Becoming the Phoenix
I flew out of heaven, a mad bird full of secrets. I came into being as I came into being. I grew as I grew. I changed as I change. My mind is fire, my soul fire. The cobra wakes and spits fire in my eyes. I rise through ochre smoke into black air enclosed in a shower of stars. I am what I have made. I am the seed of every god, beautiful as evening, hard as light. I am the last four days of yesterday, four screams from the edges of earth--beauty, terror, truth, madness--the phoenix on his pyre.
In a willow I made my nest of flowers and snakes, sandalwood and myrrh. I am waiting for eternity. I'm waiting for four hundred years to pass before I dance on flame, turn this desert to ash, before I rise, waking from gold and purple dreams into the season of god. I will live forever in the fire spun from my own wings. I'll suffer burns that burn to heal. I destroy and create myself like the sun that rises burning in the east and dies burning in the west. To know the fire, I become the fire. I am power. I am light. I am forever. On earth and in heaven I am. This is my body, my work. This is my deliverance.
The heat of transformation is unbearable, yet change is necessary. It burns up the useless, the diseased. Time is a cool liquid; it flows away like a river. We shall see no end of it.
Generation after generation, I create myself. It is never easy. Long nights I waited, lost in myself, considering the stars. I wage a battle against darkness, against my own ignorance, my resistance to change, my sentimental love of my own folly. Perfection is a difficult task. I lose and find my way over again. One task done gives rise to others. There is no end to the work left to do. That is harsh beauty. There is no end to becoming. I live forever striving for perfection. I praise the moment I die in fire for the veils of illusion burn with me. I see how hard we strive for truth, and once attained, how easily we forget it. I hold the fire as long as I can. My nose fills with the smell of seared flesh, the acrid smoke of death, so that years from now I might look upon that scar and remember how it was to hold the light, how it was to die and come again radiant as light walking on sand.
I change and change again, generation after generation. I find anguish then peace.
I am satisfied with my birth and the fate to which it led me. I do not regret the discomforts and terrors of my mortality any more than I regret the company of angels. I have entered fire. I become invisible, yet I breathe in the flow of sun, in the eyes of children, in the light that animates the white cliffs at dawn. I am the god in the world in everything, even in darkness. If you have not seen me there, you have not looked. I am the fire that burns you, that burns in you. To live is die a thousand deaths, but there is only one fire, one eternity.
A great teacher once shared with me the following truth... "You do not have to be perfect to know how to fly." We're all learning how to fly, again. Dying to that which holds us back. Rebirthing anew that which sets us free. Strengthen your wings as we progress deeper into the second half of the astrological year. Recognize you have everything you need to take flight. And the world needs us to fly, now more than ever...
Thank you all for your unique contribution to our collective awakening.
Stellar blessings,
Ryan
www.bodyworkastrology.com
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