Wednesday, September 06, 2006

1000 Fathoms Down

Under a beautiful September Pisces Full Moon, the world is immersed in the realm of Neptune. While the mundane clatter continues unabated, an undercurrent of something otherworldly and mystical beckons.
The oceans are still over 90% unexplored as we near the end of the Great Age of Pisces, and the visions of this subconscious dimension are still a complete mystery. Dissolution is occurring as this phase influenced by the great gods, Uranus and Neptune gets deeper and deeper. The grasp of reality is starting to slip away, and at the same time, long held illusions are disappearing. I often think that Neptune blinds temporarily in order to develop a new way of seeing. Uranus is in charge of neural connections and with Neptune, they are rerouting and forming new paths of perception. Incidents of mental telepathy are on the rise.

The synchronicity is magnificent. When Neptune was last in Aquarius, from 1834 to 1848, the telegraph was invented and communications took a huge leap forward as the collective nervous system was born. Messages that previously had been delivered by horse, stagecoach, and clipper ship could now be carried instantaneously across wires from station to station.
Enter the Internet, as Neptune transits Aquarius again. The modern day telegraph, the new step, speed and territory covered, once again leaping exponentially. And with it we have the visual component as windows to who knows where have opened worldwide. Territory never glimpsed before, as we once again type out our messages to infinity in the vast nervous system.

Pisces is often thought of as compassionate, loving, and even weak and long suffering, but the mythology indicates otherwise. Neptune was one of the most powerful gods in the pantheon and was easily aroused to anger. He was a fearsome god, physically equal to even the king Jupiter. When offended or ignored he struck the ground with his trident and caused chaotic springs, earthquakes, drownings, and shipwrecks. He also liked to surprise nymphs with monsters, and concocted the octopus, the blowfish, and the seapolyp for their entertainment. I think there is a side to Pisces yet to be understood as the force of these collective changes takes hold.

As Neptune and Uranus unite to influence humanity, memories of the future come to us in a timeless sea of myth, stories, poems, songs, words, visions, delusions, sorrows, joys, and laughs along with the ever present flow of knowledge.
Let that big round Pisces Moon shine!

I'm goin down now on a Midnite Cruise

down

down

down........

To the bottom of the world.

17 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can't beat the Beatles' lyrics:

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.

I just posted at Pat's a little bit about Dionysius and Pisces. That book on archetypes that I was looking for (and found in the lowest part of the hardest-to-reach pile) maintains that Pisces could be ascribed to three of the gods -- Poseidon. And then splitting the year between them, Apollo and Dionysius.

6/9/06 5:54 PM  
Blogger Diane L said...

Hi Casey! It's appropriate that our Pisces friend post the first comment on this article . . . which is very good, jm. Lynn Hayes has a good post on her blog too.

Last night when the moon was rising it was washed with pink - from smoke in the atmosphere here. Really incredible visual, that pinkish orange moon against a deep lavender sky . . .

6/9/06 6:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

mmm beautiful imagery Neith
.
Casey, i responded on PiCron but i would also like to mention here re the triad for Pisces. Though i'm fairly new to astrology, this makes good sense to me to notice the difference of energies in each decant of a sign.

6/9/06 6:41 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Tseka, as an adjunct to this astro journey I thought we could tie in your mythology. The archetypes are universal. It would be fascinating.

The Pisces has sung!
And spoken!

6/9/06 9:35 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Neith, the moon this time had been unusually beautiful here in Colorado. People are talking about it. Something's up.

6/9/06 9:37 PM  
Blogger Diane L said...

Oh, it's quite beautiful here too! Very bright & clear tonight . . . good for dreaming, yes?!

6/9/06 10:44 PM  
Blogger jm said...

I can dream almost anytime!

6/9/06 10:57 PM  
Blogger jm said...

You know neith. I noticed something. Prior to this moon you were pulled down but tonight you seem to be in a good mood. This full moon is in your 4th where Uranus is shifting and upsetting things, so this could be an indication that deep down things are all right and getting worked out. You know, deep in the 4th the place that eludes even our own grasp. Good things can happen without our knowledge!

With all the relationship angst of the nodes you have, the real source of happiness is in the 4th and the 1st and 7th follow. Especially with Uranus squaring them now.

6/9/06 11:10 PM  
Blogger jm said...

One of the worst parts of Neptune is paranoia. The imagination can create beautiful images or fearful ones. The collective has been saturated with this and I think now it's just overflow and being washed away. How many times can a word or phrase be repeated quickly and still have influence? Weapons of Mass destruction, Terror, Commies. Only Cooties still scare. Who here has actually ever seen a real terrorist? The concepts are almost in the realm of cartoons now. The words have lost real connection to experience, if there ever was any.

I've noticed catching myself in my paranoia lately and immediately rethinking it. I don't usually do that. Either it's entirely fabricated in many instances, or if the threat is there, it's minimal, if I really look at it. I can pass it by for the moment.

7/9/06 2:28 AM  
Blogger Diane L said...

You know, deep in the 4th the place that eludes even our own grasp. Good things can happen without our knowledge!

This is so true, jm. And with a well populated 12th house, it does take time for things to percolate up to the surface . . . I know I have worked lots of issues out in the dream world over the years too. Neptune/Moon aspects can be sublime or just plain old lunacy . . . :-) Or both at the same time!

7/9/06 9:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny you should say that about the 4th and the 12th and how it takes time for things to perculate up. I'm just back from lunch and while I was driving in my car listening to Van (of course), I suddenly felt this huge inner surge of energy from my gut. So, this was what Van was singing:

"Here I am again
Back on the corner again
Back where I belong
Where I've always been
Everything the same
It don't ever change
I'm back on the corner again
In the healing game

Down those ancient streets
Down those ancient roads
Where nobody knows
Where nobody goes
I'm back on the corner again
Where I've always been
Never been away
From the healing game

Where the choirboys sing
Where I've always been
Sing the song with soul
Baby don't you know
We can let it roll
On the saxophone
Back street Jelly Roll
In the healing game

Where the homeboys sing
Sing their songs of praise
'Bout their golden days
In the healing game

Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like you're proud
Sing the healing game
Sing it out loud
Sing it in your name
Sing it like you're proud
Sing the healing game

Sing the healing game
Sing the healing game
Sing it in your name
Sing the healing game.... "

This is the song where he has eaten the dirt and has spit it out. And he makes my spirit soar.

7/9/06 10:27 AM  
Blogger jm said...

Oh those surges from the gut. The 4th house. My Sun is there and I know them well.

The 4th is so important, our base of operations and our consistent retreat. A place to heal, speaking of the healing game. Our most private point, although other planets might bring people in, it's still our own spot.

Welcome to the 'Saturn off my Pluto' Club, Casey. Neith and I just survived it. Quite well, I might add, experienced as we are in our advanced age.

7/9/06 2:51 PM  
Blogger Diane L said...

Welcome to the 'Saturn off my Pluto' Club, Casey. Neith and I just survived it. Quite well, I might add, experienced as we are in our advanced age.

Yup!!! Our bones may creak but damn, we still got game!!! :-) Absolutely nothing wrong with our minds . . . expect a tendency to wander down various garden paths just because they look interesting!!

7/9/06 3:20 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Hey!! My bones don't creak! I'm going to patent a special fluid for Saturnine aging bones after the 2nd Saturn return. Taken by osmosis.

expect a tendency to wander down various garden paths just because they look interesting!!

You just described my Mercury/Neptune square. And they truly ARE interesting. Some people think garden paths are the wrong way to go. Hmmph! I think they're the confused ones!

7/9/06 3:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So, that surge of energy -- that was at the exact moment of the eclipse? or pretty darn close to it.

Is the hour posted on your moon site, neith, the START of the eclipse or the PEAK of the eclipse?

7/9/06 3:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i went by and softly psst to Aunt Jenny yesterday, seen hide or hair of her....???

Next thing ya know Myrtle Rae'll be mixing it up, asking questions about strawberry whips and rootbeer, and her "enough is too much" comments...following pretzel crumbs.

7/9/06 7:07 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Tseka, this is beyond belief. You noticed that incredible saying and brought it up again. This far exceeds my expectations.

"enough is too much" came from my father and I thought it expressed the wisdom of the ages. he was like that. Pisces/Aquarius. He could say something so advanced, so unique, in a few words I would be stunned, and it would go past everyone. Everyone but me. I get my sense of the absurd largely from him. The pleasure of sharing this is immense.

And I was thinking of A. Jenny and Myrtle Rae tonight knowing they are about to pounce!

You are a precious treasure. I might have to get that van sooner than I thought.

7/9/06 10:30 PM  

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