Monday 22 December 2014

While We Were Sleeping

As Saturn plays up in the final degrees of Scorpio, it might have been a little hard to get some decent shut eye. Scorpio invites us to have a good old probe at what lies beneath and Saturn gives us order and structure to do it. Together Scorpio in Saturn is, to put it mildly, a little intense and heavy. Recent headlines have been awful: the “execution style” deaths of two policeman supposedly in retaliation of police brutality, the slaughter of high school children (many in the years between their first Jupiter return and Saturn opposition) and teachers in Pakistan, the siege in Sydney and the mass murder of eight siblings reportedly by their own mother in Cairns have evoked enough nightmares to get some sleep. Although I am not directly affected by these events, I am deeply affected and I send out my condolences to all who mourn. In my own home, I suffered a meningitis scare that lead to a serious meltdown of parental concern.
As awful as these events are, time continues to march on. And on this very important day, I am taking a bit of time to reflect on my work (the ingress chart has 4 planets in Capricorn after all, closely followed by the New Moon just hours later). For some time, I have wondered what I should do as an astrologer, where do I fit in the astrological world and how can I best use it to help others. I think these are questions all astrologers ask themselves despite being the diverse bunch people we are. When you are invited to step into the astrological world, you are suddenly faced with a myriad of choices and decisions. No matter what sceptics say, astrology is a vast field and one that seems to resist being tamed.
As you read this, we have just passed the longest night of the year. It is the re-birth of our sun and it comes with the assurance that the cold and darkness will come to end. But yet it is also a reminder that it is a part of an ongoing cycle that (hopefully!) never ends. This teaches us, in my opinion anyway, that we need to use this knowledge to take advantage of appropriate opportunities.

The Snake Charmer

Recent events do have a common theme as they occurred not only as Saturn was in the final degree of Scorpio but as significant connections were made to the Galactic Centre at about 27 Sagittarius. There seems to be a deep and meaningful effect on humans—and that is not a bad thing if the result is in said humans doing something about it.
Ophuichus has had a lot of press in recent years for being the so-called “Thirteenth Sign” because the constellation is so close to the ecliptic and therefore he can be called a “Sun Sign”. Um, that not only confuses signs and constellations, it detracts from the story. For a more in depth explanation, go here. So in the sky, Ophuichus is about to step on the Scorpion’s sting and also about to receive an arrow from the Archer. This is how Kepler drew it (the lines I've added and explained below):


Within the red circled area, the tip of the Archer's bow can be seen in the lower left and the Scorpion's stinger can be seen lower down in the centre. The pink line represents the ecliptic, the blue line represents the Milky Way and the yellow dot is the Galactic Centre. Ophuichus' right foot is about to step where three points--the Archer's arrow, the Scorpion's sting and the Galactic Centre--converge (interestingly, Ophuichus' left foot is stepping on Antares, the heart of the Scorpion but that is a story for another day). In terms of the background of stars, where the blue line and pink lines intersect is roughly where the New Moon of the Ingress chart (below) happened. You have to bear in mind that Kepler's star chart was drawn over 400 hundred years ago and so more precession has taken place since then. I'm just using it to illustrate my point.

The Galactic Centre is not too far from where the New Moon last night took place. Here’s the ingress chart:

Mythologically, Asclepius was born by being cut from his dead mother’s womb and was carried by his father Apollo to the centaur Chiron who raised him and taught him in the art of medicine. In addition to becoming a great healer, Asclepius was the wide Epione (the goddess of soothing pain) and the father of Hygieia (the goddess of hygiene), Iaso (goddess of recuperation), Asesco (goddess of the healing process) Aglaea (goddess of adornment) and Panacea (the goddess of universal remedy). To this day, the rod of Asclepius, a snake wrapped around a staff, is still used to represent the medical profession. Asclepius got himself into hot water because he had found a way to bring back people from the dead which angered Hades. It is also alleged Asclepius accepted gold for bringing back Hippolytus to the land of the living and accepting gold for doing so. Hades asked his brother Zeus to stop Asclepius which pissed off Apollo so he (Apollo) killed the Cyclopes who was in the process of creating the thunderbolts which were intended to finish off Asclepius. Zeus suspended Apollo from his godly duties and killed Asclepius as planned and then placed his body amongst the stars as the constellation Ophiuchus.
The constellation of Ophuichus is described by Marcus Manilius’ poem as: “Ophuichus holds apart the serpent which with its might spirals and twisted body encircles his own, so that he may untie its knots and back that winds in loops. But, bending its supple neck, the serpent looks back and returns: and the other’s hands slide over the loosed coils. The struggle will last forever, since they wage it on level terms with equal powers.”[i]  Manilius implies later that those born as the constellation rises over the horizon will suffer no harm from “poisonous monsters”.
Although the recent horror stories in the news did not have Ophuichus rising, the New Moon of the ingress chart highlights his story. We may be but mortal beings but we can cry out in rage and protest at what can seem to be the acts of unmerciful gods. And we can do something about it. In the aftermath of the Sydney Siege came the #Illridewithyou campaign--something Australians are very proud of and the whole world can learn from. The execution of the police officers in Brooklyn brought pleas for calm in an ever escalating temptation for revenge. The mother who murdered her children is thought to have exhibited erratic behaviour and worrying signs of mental distress, i.e. she needed help before she committed her terrible crime and thus is likely to call attention to more better diagnostic care. Pakistan has lifted its six year moratorium on the death penalty and has already executed several of the people responsible for the school massacre. As much as I hate the death penalty I think it is pretty safe to say I hate the idea of armed terrorists gunning down innocent pupils and teachers even more. Like just about everyone else in the world, I hope a deal or an understanding between warring factions can be found very soon. I suspect, as Asclepius and Chiron did in mythology, we will begin to search for better ways to help ease the suffering of our fellow man over the coming months.
At least I sure hope so.






[i] Manilius, Astronomica, l.333ff

Tuesday 21 October 2014

In the belly of the beast

I promised friends and family from both sides of the Atlantic that I would write about what I was doing and post lots of photos. The photos part was easy thanks to Facebook but the writing part was a bit harder to fit in thanks to simply being so happily busy. I have always kept a handwritten journal but transferring it to the keyboard isn't something I enjoy doing (mainly because I often can't read my own handwriting). But yesterday I visited the Margaret Mitchell House here in Atlanta and was a bit shamed out when I saw what Margaret had to type on!
Yes, I am sitting in the place where Margaret Mitchell wrote "Gone With the Wind"!
I do consider myself to be a writer above everything else I might get up to--but writing, like a few other bad habits, is a solitary activity and I have been blessed to be surrounded by friends, friends of friends and strangers who became friends these past few weeks. In fact, as I got on the Greyhound to travel to New Orleans Saturday evening, it suddenly dawned on me that it was the first time I have been on my own since I arrived in Phoenix. As I waved goodbye to Austin and suddenly became a woman on her own nearly 5,000 miles away from her home, I was struck by the familiarity of the feeling: after all I had done that very thing when I had packed my suitcase and got on that plane to London twenty-four years ago. Or, if you like, two Jupiter returns ago when I was nearly 24 years old. I am now just starting my 5th Jupiter return so I find myself doing an awful lot of comparing.
Returns give us a chance to compare one period of time to another. When we return to a place we have visited before, the dominant feeling can be one of reflecting on what has changed or what has remained the same. I very much liked how my new friend Samuel Reynolds described a 4th Jupiter return as "being in the belly of the beast". What's in the belly has only two options for continued survival: either through one end or the other. It's often not our choice which end gets the privilege of doing the eliminating. But what is MOST important it what the body absorbs and nourishes.
I left the US because of the fucking stupid gun laws and yet I never gave myself the chance, never having travelled West of the Mississippi, to see and experience the beautiful people and surroundings of America. Instead, I adapted as quickly as I possibly could to life in the UK by having a family and at my third Jupiter return beginning a new career in teaching. It bothered me somewhat that I was never regarded as being fully British even though I called the UK my home and often stated I had no intention of returning to the US. I often scoffed at other Americans, preferring to side with a lot of my British family (I assumed) in the opinion that The USA was seriously fucked up on junk food, gun laws, 4 rounds of Bush administration, thinly veiled segregation, conservative religious views, greed and blind patriotism. I didn't give the US a chance to show me what she was really like. So these past few weeks, I've been processing and getting rid of 24 years of anger, prejudice and assumptions toward and about my Homeland. I've reached out--and will continue to reach out--to friends I haven't seen since I left the US. I've visited cities I never thought I was interested in and even sampled American wines (cheers Tim!!). And yet at the same time, I have tried to be loving and forgiving to myself--because I also realised being angry at my roots has made the tree weak and unproductive. 
So I'm absorbing the beauty of the US, appreciating the kindness and generosity of old friends, new friends and complete strangers who have gone out of their way to make sure I had enough tea to function--the manager of the hotel I am staying at in Atlanta personally delivered a handful of English Breakfast teabags yesterday morning when I arrived exhausted from a second consecutive night on a Greyhound (that is not a complaint by the way), way too early to check in and in need of a shower and a few hours of uninterrupted sleep (they kindly let me check in at 9am!!!). In the past few weeks, I have walked where Janis Joplin, John Steinbeck and Margaret Mitchell--three of my favourite American heroes--walked. I went swimming in the Pacific for the first time in my life and bawled my eyes out at the edge of the Grand Canyon, so awed was I at the presence of such beauty and majesty. I heard real jazz on Bourbon Street (God it was so hard to tear myself away), walked along the Mighty Mississippi and rode on a paddleboat in homage to Mark Twain.
And to think I used speaking at a few conferences as an excuse to visit!!!
Tomorrow I fly out to New York to the State of the Art Astrology conference, then to family and friends in Michigan, back to New York to see the Statue of Liberty and all the other East Coast delights I never thought I'd actually look forward to seeing.
At the ISAR banquet, I saw an astrologer from Austin and blurted out to her that I was travelling to Austin to see an old friend. Without even thinking twice, she invited me to her home so I could speak to her astrology group. In Austin, we had a chance to talk astrology and she pointed out my Solar Part of Self was at 16 Aries--currently being transited by Uranus! No wonder I'm not in any sort of mood


to listen to anyone's bullshit on how I should work, play or live my life. She let me talk to her cats like the Crazy Cat Lady I am (how lucky I am that the folks I have been staying with are cat lovers too--I think it really staved off homesickness!!), gave me much needed affirmation and advice and told me what I have always known deep inside: I am not a person who conforms easily. I think my third Jupiter return was based on conformity and doing what I was "supposed" to do (it all even went so far as to deny myself the right to be called by the name I preferred to referred to!!). It explains why I became so ground down, frustrated, unhealthy and unhappy as well as why I really needed a time out to think about my next move and clear space for this new cycle of Jupiter. This is NOT to say I have any regrets about the past Jupiter return because I understand so much more about myself, the kind of people I like to have around me and the experiences I need to truly honour who I am. But I can see I am now in a process of re-claiming my life. . .and that's going to take a lot of work.

So I guess I am a changed person, having given myself the chance to see myself and the world around me from a new perspective. Jupiter returns do that. I will certainly have a lot to write and talk about when I return to London.

Sunday 28 September 2014

The Story So Far

So I landed in Phoenix just in time for sunset and checked into the beautiful Wild Horse Pass Resort. 
After such a long trip, I was tempted to "hit the sack" (how long has it been since I've said this??) but I didn't want to miss anything!! 
The first person I bumped into was the gorgeous Frank Clifford!! Then I saw Frances Clynes and Poul Madsen and it started to feel like I had never left London!! I tried to stay up until midnight (that would be 8am London time!!) but I fell a little short of the mark. When I woke up four hours later, I was absolutely ravenous. I thought "This is America where nothing is ever closed!" so I went back downstairs on the scrub for grub only to find everything was shut. So what's a traveller to do? Room service!! The menu said "two eggs" but from what was served, I could only come to the conclusion that the hens here in Phoenix had to be ten feet tall. Never mind gila monsters, scorpions and rattlesnakes, the animal I'm most afraid of is giant chickens (I also had chicken at the Rawhide Restaurant which confirmed my theory). Breakfast was delivered by a smiling (!!) and very polite server who was so sweet and genuine I thought I would never want to leave Phoenix. British workers take note!
In the middle of all this, was my talk (the main reason I'm here) and it was well received and people that I've spoken to are intrigued by astrology in education. So I was really optimistic that some good was going to come from networking. Little did I know. . .
In the evening, I re-connected with some super cool people I had met earlier in the day at the poolside bar. One was an astrologer explaining to a non astrologer that the Moon had just ingressed into Scorpio. On the TV, there was an interview with the bouncy Morgana the Kissing Bandit. I couldn't resist saying: "And there's your Scorpio in Moon moment!!" We've been hanging out together ever since. One is NY astrologer, Tisch Aitken who has invited me to stay with her in Manhatten after SOTA!! Whoo hoo!!
On Saturday I was doing a bit better with the old jet lag and I woke up at 7am and hit the pool. I was joined later by Tisch and her friend Kim. Together we are the Witches of Eastwick waiting for our Jack Nicholson!

So as the morning turned into the afternoon, we noticed that the bar staff were starting to stare at the skies very intensely and then started to take the umbrellas down. What's up? we wondered. Turns out, there was a storm coming. I looked at the skies carefully and rubbed some more sunscreen on. Whatever was coming would probably blow over. But then the clouds got quite dark but this only meant it wasn't so hot so we stayed by the pool. All the while, the bar staff huddled together as if planning something. Every now and again, a little raindrop fell on us. Then it started to rain a little harder--and then whoooooosh, the dust blew in and we headed for cover. And then the heavens opened.  Eventually we were shooed (in a very nice way) back to main hotel and we got DRENCHED even though we were only out for a few minutes!! It was an amazing storm that we watched (dripping wet) from the safety of the hotel. It was a doozey. Lots of flash floods, lots of soaked and excited people and lots of hotel workers talking in hushed whispers. Luckily, the storm blew over but we heard there had been funnel clouds in the area. Funnel Clouds! I had forgotten about those.
The ISAR banquet was great fun as it was hosted by the very funny Michael Lutin. I loved the way the America astrologers refer to each other as "our tribe" or "our community". In true Uranian style, no astrologer feels excluded from the herd.
With my tour of The Grand Canyon, Sedona and Las Vegas now booked (as well as a ticket to see David Copperfield!!), I was feeling amazing. I had dinner with Brooklyn astrologer Samuel Reynolds--whom I always wanted to meet (what an incredible man!!)--and I was asked to speak in Austin Texas by Naomi Bennett, the president of the Texas based group. How synchronous that I'm going to be visiting an old friend the day before--I don't have to adjust my itinerary!

So it continues to be a trip that is just miracle after miracle. Thank you Transit Jupiter on my Natal Mercury!

Wednesday 24 September 2014

Still Smilin’

So tomorrow I leave for Phoenix Arizona!! A lot of people have been asking if I’m excited about going “home”. Home? London is my home! It may not be where I was born but it is where my heart loves to live.
Having said that, I am UBER excited to be visiting the US. My excitement takes me by surprise because I’ve never been terribly interested in the US, hate my stupid accent (I’ve been threatening for years to take elocution lessons) and I’ve had absolutely no interest in going anywhere in the US. So while I was thinking about why I’m interested in the US all over sudden, it dawned on me that this is the start of my third Jupiter return living in the UK. And I also remembered that I will be visiting people I haven’t seen for a full Saturn cycle.
And of course, Transiting Jupiter is all over my natal Mercury and will be transiting my Moon by conjunction in a few months.
So this is my itinerary. I have some wriggle room because things are still falling into place.
25 September, evening: arrive in Phoenix
26 September: conference
27 September: conference
28 September: Conference
29 September: exploring Phoenix, meeting an old friend, party at Ray Merriman’s (woohoo!!)
30 September: tour of Grand Canyon
1 Oct: tour of Grand Canyon
2 Oct: tour of Grand Canyon (ends in Las Vegas), Cirque Du Soleil show
3 Oct: Hoover Dam, overnight to Long Beach
4 Oct: see an old friend
5 Oct: LA
6 Oct: San Diego (for an afternoon in Tijuana)
7 Oct: San Francisco (lunar eclipse in early morning—going to have a BEAUTIFUL view!)
8 Oct: San Francisco
9 Oct: LONG train journey to Seattle, dinner at the Space Needle
10 Oct: Vancouver to watch the whales
11 Oct: Internal flight to Bozeman for Yellowstone National Park
12 Oct: Yellowstone National Park
13 Oct: Salt Lake City
14 Oct: Albuquerque
15 Oct
16 Oct: Austin (to see an old friend) to New Orleans
17 Oct: New Orleans
18 Oct: Atlanta (to do some research)
19 Oct: Atlanta (to do some research)
20 Oct: Atlanta (to do some research)
21 Oct: Nashville
22 Oct: Memphis
23 Oct: travel to Niagara Falls for SOTA conference
24 Oct: SOTA conference
25 Oct: SOTA conference
26 Oct: Touristy things in Niagara Falls with my parents then to Port Huron
27 Oct: Kalamazoo
28 Oct: Port Huron
29 Oct: Port Huron
30 Oct: To Toronto then on to Boston
31 Oct: Halloween in Salem Massachusetts!!
1 Nov: Salem
2 Nov: Portland Maine
3 Nov: Concord Massachusetts
4 Nov: New York City
5 Nov: New York City
6 Nov: New York City
7 Nov: Philadelphia
8 Nov: Philadelphia
9 Nov: Boston
10 Nov: Leave for London
11 Nov: arrive in London! Playing Last Post at Walthamstow Town Hall then going to Beaconsfield to give a lecture

And then it’s back to work! Hopefully I will have caught up on the mountain of unfinished writing projects and other stuff that got sidelined over the past few years.
I’ll be posting on facebook, writing the blog, getting back to Don’t Sweat It, Planet (been a little too busy these past few weeks!)  and probably tweeting as well (although I don’t really know how to use twitter very well!!).

So catch you later x

Wednesday 17 September 2014

On Learning How to Smile Again

I just had my teeth whitened.

Now before you sarcastically tell me that that’s the most astounding news you’ve heard all day, let me add that I’ve found a lot of reasons to smile more these days.

And maybe you still want to go to the next blog to read about Scotland, Syria or Iraq. And that’s fine: thanks for stopping by and au revior.

So why am I smiling (you must want to know because you’re still reading!)?

I’ve had the most astounding 3½ months of my life. I’ve had a lot of rest, saw Barry Manilow and Wynton Marsalis in concert (not at the same time of course), performed at Edinburgh Fringe Festival, started Don’t Sweat It, Planet, attended the Faculty Of Astrological Summer School at Exeter College (Oxford University!), started my own school of astrology, written a new book and have just returned from speaking at the Astrological Association’s conference about my book (I know, I know: not that again!!)—and all on the verge of going on the trip of a lifetime to speak at ISAR and SOTA. I decided I wanted to do what was important to me in the manner that was important to me.

For the past year, Jupiter has been transiting my natal planets. It should have been one of the happiest years of my life but instead, I can’t recall being more miserable. Jupiter in Cancer means understanding that we are all connected if not by blood (and if you think about it, we are all related to one another by blood) then by a certain belief that what affects one person, affects everyone. Jupiter in Cancer finds confidence and strength in looking after everyone and everything. To be denied that makes a person with a stellium in Cancer very unhappy indeed. In fact, I’m rather astounded I was able to put up with things as long as I did. So I closed that chapter with great deliberation in my Book of Life and moved on. Was it scary? Yes, at times. Am I glad I did it? Great Goddess, absolutely yes. And although I wish I had done it earlier, I can understand why I didn’t because I learned one hell of lesson: never compromise on what’s important.

And if you want to know what’s important in your life, have a good look at Jupiter in your natal chart!

It’s (almost) funny that I’ve been an astrologer most of my life but that never occurred to me. This is exactly why it’s so important for astrologers to engage with other astrologers, to talk openly in a language we understand and to learn from each other. Otherwise the point of the lesson gets lost. As anyone who speaks more than one language will tell you: to understand the language, you have to practice the language. I spent a lot of my time sometimes speaking the language a little bit and a lot of time being unhappy because I wasn’t allowed to speak the language.

But those days are over and hallelujah for transiting Jupiter on my natal Mercury (also my ruling planet). I’m going to crow about astrology like a motherfucker because I’m free to do so!!

I’m off to the US for seven weeks Thursday week. Bookending my trip is a speaking engagement at ISAR and a speaking engagement at SOTA. I’m landing in Phoenix Thursday evening and speaking Friday afternoon. Then I’m hanging out with my astro homies for the weekend, culminating with a party at Ray Merriman’s house. Then I’m embarking on a seven week tour of the US: Monument Valley, Grand Canyon, San Diego, Tijuana, LA, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle, Vancouver, Bozeman (for Yellowstone), Salt Lake City, Albuquerque, Austin, New Orleans, Atlanta, Niagara Falls, Port Huron, Kalamazoo, Memphis, Nashville, New York City, Halloween in Salem and leaving for the UK from Boston and anywhere else en route I damn well please!! I’ll be updating via this blog, facebook and twitter.

Between now and my flight to Phoenix, I have an exam to finish, an article for Frank Clifford’s book to polish up and a little something for In the Loop. When I return from the US, it’s looking like I have another year packed with teaching, speaking and writing gigs peppered with jazz band practice.

So thank you Jupiter for the courage to take those leaps of faith!! Whoever learned anything by playing it safe?

I leave you with a few highlights of my summer so you can see why I’ve been smiling!!

Here are a few of us at Oxford University for the FAS Summer School!

My Facebook page for Don't Sweat It, Planet












More jazzy stuff (you can just about see my hat!!)







Having a drink with Rob Hand!!
The advertisement for my classes!







Me and Frank Clifford at the Astrological Association's conference (we are personifying Mars In Scorpio!!!)






And finally, me smiling again!!