The Naked Truth -- Regeneration
For the last several days Pluto has been virtually at a standstill, starting to go direct at 28.7 degrees. An inordinately intense week. I have a theory about the mutable signs -- Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, and Pisces. I've come to think that they all involve a split, the twins with Gemini, wheat from the chaff with Virgo, part animal, part man with Sagittarius, and the two fishes with Pisces. So lessons in duality are the theme. The archer with the split body of Chiron, the centaur, is the symbol of Sagittarius, as humans overcome the domination of their lower nature and shoot for celestial aspirations.
Chiron is the wounded healer. He was accidentally pierced by one of his best friends, as the myth goes, and he never blamed him, nor did he dwell on the pain. He used it for knowledge and his extraordinary skill as a teacher and healer. Sagittarius is the professor who takes the knowledge of the lower mind and applies it to the broader universe, developing views on religion, philosophy, and metaphysics. "I understand" are the keywords. Truth is the search. Not only is Pluto going direct, but transiting Chiron is conjunct the North Node of the Moon. Acknowledging the wound does seem to be an option. Receiving the knowledge does too. I am motivated mostly by Sagittarius. I love the feeling of promise, and the ability to move together with the events that life offers, not resenting some omnipotent power, but figuring it knows what it's doing. And true to Sagittarius, the opportunist, I see gain in it all. I think in this transition with the centaur poised to shoot next to the moon's node, it's time to understand the lower nature of our human selves, accept it as best we can, and realize that the higher aspirations need a moment too. That's what I believe this election is about. Spiritual aims. One shot to the stars. Hope? Prayer even? The cynics clench, the frightened hearts fibrillate, and the monster screams in its dying drama. Thank heaven for wise and gentle Chiron.