I think about Mars in Aquarius when watching ski jumps in Garmishpartekinhen, or some super hero that will save the world from disaster. Althought sometimes he is the one that brings on the disaster, in the form of a kamikaze or a terrorist. He has no fear, hence not too much care for his own life or himself. Therefore, since it is generally difficult to live constantly and continuously any Mars, Mars in Aquarius is an especially tough one to live.
To be on the edge constantly…of life, reason and sense of course. Is there any sense? Mars in Aquarius asks himself. And how can I be satisfied with any theory, when I can only find meaning through experimenting or putting myself in hazardous situations. And this God, and all the Gods, angers me because every religion has uttered its path into passivity, and into the following of someone. I do not want to be followed, let alone to be following someone. Can I believe in any God apart from Man as God?
One’s natal chart and all the images drawn by the planets are the maximum they could reach if we live them through. But we rarely live up to our maximum. We always, without exception, recognize those phenomena only and only when life circumstances align themselves, when life pushes us, or we jump right into it, depending on the aspects. Only then the moment manifests itself, the images start rolling, become alive, just like in the movies.
What is certain is the past. That there was somewhere some grandma, who spoke multiple languages, was an anti-philistine at the time when such a terrible sin could not be forgiven. That there was some grandpa, close to the king himself, serving him honestly and loyally. But whether the contemporary individual from whom the same is required, to – just like his or her ancestors-confront the societal or family norms and reach the heights of those ancestors, an astrologer cannot know.
“…for once in a lifetime
I will let a man of cold grasp and steel look
(Azra, “Deep inside you”)
(movie scene “Heat”)
Mars is entering Capricorn – already. To me, he roared away through Sagittarius somehow, like on a motorcycle – hungry for adventure, breaking trivial rules in the celebration of liberty, conquering some philosophical battlefield where meaning and meaninglessness, life and death, beginning and the end, are being pondered over. He pumped up the volume while listening to the Zeppelin’s and opened up a new chapter. When we have a new, young, hearty spirit, full of energy – it is easy to build the world. And just as he was enjoying his unconformity the end of the highway was already nearing, and bright firmament seemed like it was descending lower and lower announcing the darkness and the heaviness of what was coming. He had to get out of old Levi’s jeans, take the shield, armor, perhaps leather pants (like Mad Max), and armor of knights of old. The enemies were getting stronger. The most powerful ones, who can do everything but were impossible to reach, who live in fairytales beyond the seven hills and the seven seas and have the form of dragons and various monsters. They are much stronger, bigger, better equipped, and more powerful. They are the ones who made the battle seem impossible (?) from the very beginning. Maybe that is how he understood that the power and the readiness to die that were left to him by Mars in Scorpio, as well as the spirit left to him by Mars in Sagittarius are not enough without a good strategy, without a good plan and without endless patience during these five minutes in which the tactics, firm hand and cold heart are going to do their job and bring him victory. Thus he developed endurance in the most inhumane conditions, and resolve to die if needed and remain last in that march: the last of the Mohicans, the last survivor of the concentration camp. The last Thessaloníki (Slavic: Solun) warrior standing or the one who crossed Igman mountain carrying a frozen comrade on his back during forties something.
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that’s to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
The current eclipse is in Scorpio. Interestingly, as soon as there is a word out there that something is happening in Scorpio (Saturn is currently there as well) people automatically get into the panic mode. A long time ago somebody said that Scorpio means DEATH and FEAR. Many would say that the fear of death is the root of all fears and that the torrent of Scorpio rivers carries all other fears as well. This is the deluge of obsessions, shivers, and helplessness whereupon we ask the most banal question there is: “how long is this going to last and when is it going to end?”
Why is this question meaningless? Because nothing ever ends. It just transforms. Everything lasts until the change happens. Life doesn’t end; it just changes its form. Of course, in the moment of death, all ends in the physical plane and all of this world is gone, alongside the terribly deep fear of dying that is the cause of all fears of change. Because the biggest of all changes is really death.
And just because death is change, it is associated with Scorpio. Not because it hurts, nor because we erect tombstones, nor because this death is incomprehensible from human perspective. Actually, we are not afraid of this Scorpio-marked death. It is the kind of death we philosophize and theorize about. This death seduces quantum physicists to control the energy, to tame it and get to know it. Easterners call it karma and Christians talk about the return of the dead – something like the return of the zombie, as child’s perception is able to grasp. I’ve recently baptized a wise 8-year-old. She looked at the frescoes on the walls of Saint Rose church and asked, “Sanja, why is this man carrying a head of another man on the plate?” I know it was the story of John the Baptist’s beheading, but my inner child spoke up, “I have no idea!” Perhaps the image was a bit exaggerated: a thinly disguised aggression even on the saints’ faces.
But this aggression is visible everywhere, on the news headlines, or when someone is glad that he doesn’t live in New York City, hit by the hurricane Sandy, or when someone draws a comfort from the fact that her life is better than the life of the poorest on this planet, or is telling himself that it’s alright not to have money for a fancy car when hearing on the news that young people got killed in a car accident, or is cool when the rich end up badly – “I told you so!” – all these are fears we inherited from previous generations and manifestations of muted evil that finds solace in somebody else’s tragedy. I remember my elementary school textbooks full of stories in which the poor prevail and the rich fall tragically, where the ungainly and the ugly (Cinderella, the Ugly Duckling) become heroes and their opposites meet bad destiny. Luckily, it doesn’t work that way. Cinderella and her three sisters are the same person. Each of us. Just as the Ugly Duckling and the beautiful swans are the same person. Or the Snow White and her step-mother.
Venus is in Leo, Mars in Scorpio. In their fixed square, a world unto themselves, they are seizing each other up in a relentless desire for the divine and absolute distinction. Inasmuch this constellation leaves us breathless it frightens us as it appears that these two will be at each other’s throats in any moment and that only one will survive. Either Mars will bestow the throne on Venus only to withhold it the very moment pride yields to tenderness in her glistening eyes, leaving her dreaming the return of the black knight, or the proud Venus, despite fire in her heart, will turn her head away, which could enrage Mars. How to surrender and yet keep up the fight? Why are lovers ridden with fiery fights these days, which in some cases could lead into serious antagonism? Everything that unravels on the inside will now include the audience; all turns into a theatre. If the children are present, they could witness love that looks awfully lot like hatred. This Mars is fearful of Venus and this Venus is apprehensive of Mars. Mars is afraid that this Venus is truly distinctive, worthy in her self-sufficient solitude, but what is worthy, asks Mars, when in the end the bitter taste of disappointment awaits, the fleetingness of time takes away the beauty, or the child replaces the lover – and that is why he wants her to abort. However, if the conceived child is a girl, she will be born despite everything. Everything in Leo is brave and so is this Venus. The wife of generals and the powerful, she wants to be adorned only by the bravest.
Mars and Venus are square until early October (Venus changes the sign on the 3rd and Mars on the 7th when both enter the mutable signs).
Video illustration of the Venus Mars meet-up (a clip from the “Black Swan”)
The chord on the guitar will snap, but will be replaced. This is a paintbrush soaked in paint, but the lines are no longer straight- they have a more oriental look, like waves. A multitude of colors. Spaces are being filled. Boundaries of the intuitive and transcending are being brought together. There is another world outside the world of senses. Mundus Imaginalis where there are no boundaries and which is impalpable to the intellect and the ratio. Fantasy is becoming more powerful, and the active imagination as a form of communication is talking through us with intuitive knowledge. Even though we are physically present we are not all “there”. What kind of worlds those are and spaces in between that we will discover; not from the outside, only when we go in – I do not know, I only know that I can see, hear and sense them. Let us be sucked into the whirlpool of those depths, which gives us energy only when we are dragged into it- and this is a creative energy. Because this is Creativity- to invent and not reproduce, paint something for the first time, write, play for yourself- meaning to compose. This is the aspect of a skill that cannot be taught or mastered. A skill that has always been there.
This is an active imagination “ a magical space between thoughts and existence “. A space into which a person with a Mars/Neptune aspect enters. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes not, or she just finds an open window, a crack in the cave and enters it. The problem with those having a bad aspect is that they forget to exit it. Balance is the key word here. Getting back to reality to be able to fly out again. The body just senses that moment, the energy, that drives it to get up, sit down, then get up again without knowing where to go, most of the time just going round in circles, starting to overwhelm it with images, dazzle it in that chaotic motion in this dreamlike state, but in fact it isn’t a dream- but a trans even though it seems to others that he has just awoke. Through imagination she converts what she sees inside since it is always visual and in images, or sensations, and with stimulating energy which like a gulf stream rises and takes her further where she will be taken over by the world of associations, chaotic thoughts that do not form a sentence but become part of a picture. She doesn’t know where is the beginning or the end, since a person does not naturally believes in beginnings, endings and boundaries. This is why she chooses art, psychology or mysticism, because it is boundless. But then again, it is not the illusion then, while we are creating, not a wandering thought but the truth torn from the context and so true, that the search for the whole context seems like the only true mission, the only thing that matters. Without analyses and doubtful reconstructions, only by receiving and accepting to enter that space-between where the imaginary lives. Imaginary, so called by people but in fact is Real and True. The sole act of creating that rushes towards us from the imaginary and through us, like a giant wave of unstoppable strength. Having this difficult aspect in your natal chart (conjunction, square, opposition) means to be born for creativity – creation of the unseen, the writing of the unwritten, painting of the invisible, publishing secrets. Maybe like Orpheus – be an astrologer or a mystic, maybe be an instrumentalist, find your own lyre, guitar, violin, fiddlestick, or piano – since the piano also has strings. This is painting; these are fractals in mathematics that can be enhanced to infinity where with every new enhancement they will reveal new details. Or writing, the feather dipped in ink, and the letters rushing as Mars would over the pages, and the person who is writing asking herself – where is this thought coming from? Where are these words coming from? A trans. Surrender to your inner self to be able to express yourself. This is the eternal flame, the holy fire in Jerusalem, and this is every string of every instrument, but this is also the overly sensitive person, strung as an arrow, who has this aspect, the one that will tell you if the music is loud enough or if the lights are dim enough to create the needed atmosphere. Master of creating the right atmosphere, of trans, ecstasy, almost as if he was seducing – although not aware of it most of the time, everyone with this aspect seduces others with their songs, poetry, paintings, writings, movies, with their creations while entranced and presently unaware, they speak while creating their world:
“ I must build my own philosophy or else be imprisoned in another man’s “ (Blake)
Now, something else is becoming significant and important for me to say. This aspect carries within so much sorrow, given as a pure gift, and still makes life impossible to live in the simple and real world. Unconcern for simple things, for everyday life designed by the medias, chatting with the neighbors, gossiping, shopping. How many times have ordinary people who see him as a wandering Odyssey pitied him. But people do not see what he carries within, only one side of him, dreamy and absent-minded who cannot focus on a normal conversation, who asks what no one else dare to ask, who over the years considers his home his temple, where he nurtures his energy and soul, this is his shelter, his shrine. Everything outside, and beyond, everything excessive is what he doesn’t bring into his home. He leaves it on the doorstep, because this is every doorstep, every door, like the Lion Gate in Mycenae, but this also the tree headed dog Cerberus that guards the entrance to Hades. These are also all the sacred swords from Excalibur up to the sword of Alexander the Great cutting the Gordian’s knot. This is always the solution which to be solved demands involvement, entanglement, getting caught into the web of our own images to be able to then, shred them to pieces. To loose oneself in the wilderness of the imaginary only to find a sword then and there, or like me with my Mars/Neptune, two years ago while on a cruise, a knife at the bottom of the sea, – as if Mars/Neptune was whispering in your ear “now, dive in, head first to the bottom!” And so millions of people live with this aspect, not knowing when, but knowing that the right moment for that dive will come, and that they will either find themselves, or discover some new truth that will carry them into new battles, because these people will never be WORKers but WARriors in this transcending space that others do not even suspect exists.
All that needs to be done is to let go. Everything with Mars/Neptune comes and goes on it’s own. Mars/Neptune learns through life that nothing can be kept or tied down, because it means restricting its energy. To release and allow. The door opens and closes almost without a sound. It opens the same way. There is no grip, no possession – this is what tires young people with this aspect the most, because they get eternally involved in co-depending relationships. From infatuation, to seduction, to trapping themselves and their energies at the end, into relationships where they have set the wrong goals- to “possess” and to “keep” something that by it’s nature cannot be owned by them, since it is universal, omnipresent and that there is enough of it everywhere. Sadly, many do not realize even later in life that the sublimity of this of Mars and Neptune difficult aspect is to dive into the profound depths of the unconscious and the imaginary, to discover inner treasures and share, give them; become an energy that multiplies by giving, and grows by spending it. And then, even love relationships cannot be covered with mummifying bandages of possession because they will only render them more lifeless. This is why on a simple, down to earth level this aspect can present itself as the worst of all, if in time, the person does not start to explore her unconscious, starts dealing with intuitive knowledge, design, creativity but stubbornly stays trapped in this make believe image of her “self ” that isn’t growing in any way but is being glorified to sacredness as a example of idolizing and worshiping oneself- it can lead to a schizophrenic hell and negative thoughts, a need to control others, submission, lead to psychoses, pathological lying, sociopathic disorders and so on .
These are herbalists, fakirs, healers, who need to help themselves first (due to this difficult aspect) and then heal others. These are the ones that have first lost then found themselves, and now are helping others do the same. This is the sole mission and the greatness of this aspect, because people with this aspect go through the doors of perception alone. They know that they will not return the same, but forever changed- and that risk of not knowing whether they will return as someone who has known and seen the truth and found / saved themselves, or crippled with a shattered psyche, is what is worth of admiration, of this extraordinary Martian courage to let the man fly into realms outside of space, to places far away from the ones that we are used to, where he would be strong and powerful in the physical sense.
This is why this aspect will make the people that have it, blessed or doomed, depending on how they choose to carry the sword that was given to them at birth, as a gift.
“The intellectual is always showing off the lover is always getting lost…love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.” Rumi
This is why, in April, even now when it can already be sensed in the air, dive in, open the doors of perception, instead of concocting plots, setting traps, instead of focusing your whole animal energy into the realization of earthly goals, just let go – look at yourself, play with the imaginary, turn your creation into something alive and what is from this world will come then. Just find your way to the door. Find a way out of the labyrinth. The labyrinth is this ordinary life made of work- home humdrum, which is where the energy is trapped. You will only free it if you let it in from the outside.
Stay clear off trivial arguments, especially, religious ones or about faith… because each and everyone of is a “soul of all souls” (Rumi):
For the end a little” homage” – here are all those who had (or still have) this DIFFICULT aspect of Mars and Neptune (conjunction, square or opposition) in their natal chart:
Richard Strauss, William Blake, Gustav Klimt, Paul Klee, Juan Miro, Ludwig II, Niccolo Paganini, Sergei Prokofiev, Keith Jarrett, Antoni Gaudi, Frida Kahlo, Mikhail Bulgakov, Pablo Neruda, Jean-Michel Jarre, Le Corbusier, Andy Warhol, Leonard Bernstein, David Gilmour, David Brubeck, Handel, Camille Saint-Sens, Beždih Smetana, Igor Stravinsky, P. I. Tchaikovsky, Walt Disney, Stephane Grappelli, Robert Plant, Jerry Lee Lewis, Alan Price, Pavaroti, Steve Jobs, Galileo Galilej, Bethoven, Carlos Kastaneda, Alister Crowley, Arthur Conan Doyle, Nicolas Kopernik, Jacque Yves Cousteau, Robert Luis Stivenson, Rabindrant Tagore, Will Durant, Goya, Henri Matisse, Florence Welch, David Bowie, Johan Sebastian Bach, Lord Byron, Charles Baudlaire, Johnny Cash, Peter Gabriel, Mark Knopfler, Donald Byrd, John Coltraine, Chick Corea, Ella Fitzgerald, John Lennon, Kate Bush, Nina Simone, Steve Ray Vaughan, Jean-Francois Champollion, Martin Heidegger, Karl Jaspers, Gary Kasparov, Nostradamus, Voltaire, Marguerite Duras, Tolstoy, Charles Bukowsky, Monserat Caballe, Oscar Wilde, Marguerite Yourcenar, Steven Spielberg, Ernesto Sabato, Albert Camus, Truman Capote, Paulo Coelho, Ernest Hemingway, Alexandre Dumas, Dante Aligieri, H.P. Lovecraft, George Orwell
Mercury has entered Aries. Someone is being delivered a subpoena to pay a fine for a misdemeanor, because this is the moment of carrying out a warrant, a decree. In the meantime someone else is reporting his neighbor because his dog won’t stop barking, as if animals didn’t have the right to a voice.
Children at school have gotten into a fight, and it is all fine, until this becomes the picture of a knife in a child’s hand. Because until then it was only the first sizing up of strength – trough arm wrestling. Mercury in Aries is nothing else but strength looking for someone to look up to, like a brother, and where the brother is not there, then the friend that went with you into battle or action, will become a “brother” for life. Before, these used to be all friendships, actually “brotherhoods” from the army or war (Brothers in Arms). Every pledge to a brotherhood, these are also the words you say when taking the oath in the army, the words of every anthem, ornaments, coats of arms and every symbol of courage, knighthood and honor.
Mercury entered Pisces and it will be there until 2nd March.
This is the time of silence, like Vlatko wisely explained when he sung:
“I find the right words only when it’s already too late
I figure out the answer when I’m left alone”.
Now the files are being deleted, old statuses, photos from Facebook profile, directories, e-mails, sometimes coincidentally and sometimes on purpose because now we need intimacy, privacy; freeing ourselves from everything that buried and choked us.
And if we do not put in order that what our psyche is looking for, the universe makes a scenario where it happens to us.
And while one part of this planet is hastening to illegality, the other is becoming infinitely nosy to find out exactly that something what is to be hidden, kept for oneself.
Venus has entered Aries. A woman is turning up her nose, a man is bringing her flowers hoping to get a smile. Cranberries are waiting in a bowl and bladder inflammation is on the way. Hairstylists are busy cutting long hair as this woman appears to join the army. She wants a new look. Only to regret it later. Always. For a while, anyway. This is the story of faithfulness rather than betrayal. This is the principle of temptation, and glee and joy of not giving in easily. This is where faithfulness in relationships is coming from, but only as long as the partners are strong enough to embrace it. These principles are all at work here, especially now when Mars, which is disposited by Venus, is in Virgo. So there you have singles fooling around at work. Somebody new showed up at the workplace. Or a blast from the past returned. It all depends whether we look at Venus or Mars in retrograde. In a few days, between February 14 and 15, when Venus walks into a square with Pluto in Capricorn, the fear of love coming to an end and unprovoked anxiety that those we love could be harmed will spring from subconsciousness. It is also the story of a grandma from the distant past, who, proud and courageous, sent off her husband to the war, only to burst into tears when her darling was no longer in sight. Venus in Aries are tears shed hidden from the gaze of others.
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