Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2009

Capricorn Moon at the Anaretic Degree, Or Why You Shouldn't Mess With Your Natal Planets


Some time ago, one of the astrologers whose blog I enjoy reading, Elsa Panizzon of ElsaElsa.com, observed (and I'm paraphrasing here) that not to acknowledge the specifics of your planets' signs/houses/aspects, is to cheat yourself of the meaning of your chart. It is to over-ride the message of the planets at the moment of your birth. In other words, it is to put yourself 'above' the planets and the energies (and balance) they stand for in your life.

For example, my natal Moon is to be found at 29 degrees, 38 minutes of Capricorn. Some astrologers use the term 'anaretic' for this final degree. If you wanted to argue the point, you could say it was in Aquarius. I mean, it's almost there - less than a degree away from the next sign.

And Aquarius would seem, on the surface of it, to well explain my Saturn-ruled early life (and mother), with the added desire to up-end convention in service to the wider needs of humanity, as well as to be rebelliously 'different'.

These things are true of me, but they are not marked by the placement of my Moon. Rather, they are symbolised by my Aquarian Mars and Mercury. And, no doubt, the sextile to my Virgo ascendant from natal Uranus in Scorpio.

My desire, my early life, my mother, even my heritage or clan, however, is still distinctly Capricornian. In my case, my driving need is to build something in order to attain achievement, distinction, respect, prestige or authority. When I am at my most instinctual (read: under attack, under pressure, threatened) I repress my emotions and turn coolly to leading. In fact, I'm as comfortable leading as I am serving - which is a strange thing indeed for a Pisces Sun, Virgo rising.

Not to mention that, despite that annoying South Node in my 10th house, I find it really, really hard to put aside the drive to shine careerwise and to gain supreme respect among my colleagues.

I've often found such vast ambition troubling and out of synch with my endeavour to lead a more modest and self-deprecating life - and to better the lot of others in some way.

Nevertheless, the fact remains that my Moon remains in Capricorn and, no matter how much I may try to deny it, the energy of it is always there.

Meanwhile, the anaretic degree of a sign is held by astrologers who integrate the idea of Karma or past lives into their interpretation of a chart, to be particularly portentous in that the native has 'one last chance' in this lifetime to learn the lessons of that particular sign.

Interestingly enough, my natal Moon is at the end of the Fifth House and could be read as also in the Sixth. Which is perfect because I have always desired (Moon) to put my creativity and art (Fifth House) into service for others (Aquarian Sixth).

In short, I'd agree with Elsa. Don't try and round off the numbers or fudge the placements of your planets. They're exactly where they were for a particular reason: to give you your unique blueprint for this lifetime.






The image above was taken from this site.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

The Friendly Ones


Hey people. I'm sorry I disappeared again. I could give you a lot of excuses - some of them legitimate, like evening classes three times a week and meetings for a play that eventually we couldn't get actors for (details in another post) - but mostly, it's due to a lapse in self-discipline.

So, there you go. For an unemployed bum, I can make the time, I just haven't wanted to. Why? Well, you could say I opted to spend the time entertaining the demons - I call them 'my friendlies' (distant cousins of 'the kindlies', which are too much the CEO types to commit to one individual alone), who really don't want to give up a partnership that has weathered so many dangerously happy times. Not to mention, they're very patient and single-minded. And they like to keep me in line.

Even if - O fickle Ninth! - I dally with those flirtatious positive thoughts and apply my will toward choosing a less guilt-ridden, passive outlook - they take me back, every time. They're really the most faithful of self-created entities I know.

Sure, immediately after I've been successfully rescued from those hussies of selfworth and joy and hope, they have to punish me a bit. You know, show me who's boss. But that's fair enough if you think about it, right? I mean, they're investing all this time and effort in this relationship, choosing me over so many others far more compliant than I and still I refuse to completely learn my lesson, toe the line and simply resign myself - and appreciate - what I already enjoy with them, my friendlies. They do so much for me. And to me. How could I even entertain thoughts of ever leaving?

Well, obviously I do. Because I pay good money to a shrink twice a week to help me burn my bridges with the friendlies. To take back my energy and power and self-love and strength and awareness.

As often as I get dragged back into this unhappy union with the friendlies, just as often will I try to break free.

And I'll tell you something the friendlies have tried to keep a secret, but that I am recently re-discovering: I deserve to be free. Ain't nothing worse about me, in essence, than any other living being. Sure, nothing and noone owe me happiness. And sure, I'm carrying my own karmic burden. And I screw up from time to time. But a lot of the time, I'm quite an okay human being.

Still, if you bump into the friendlies, you didn't hear any of that from me, ok?




The illustration is "The Furies" by Suza Scalora and may be found here.