Mars had definitely gone direct, but I'm hearing stories of major, sudden hirings and firings --or of folks plotting, plotting, plotting...
It's a picture of a major cycle shift emerging under a dark moon, I think. And well, geez, we got that T-square between Venus, Pluto and Saturn immediately after Mars turned direct. Lots of power plays and more than a few grudges outed, from what I hear. Luckily none have landed on me. Nothing feels entirely "up with people" yet. But gut level realizations galore. Dark moon.
A writer friend who's recently been in the hospital for heart trouble is really struggling right now. She sent me this passionate plea overnight, which evolved into a discussion about her heart and the current Leo/Mars cycle: Leo traditionally rules the human heart, both the physical and the emotional heart, and frequently physical heart trouble is a sign that emotional heart trouble preceded it by years. But who hasn't had their heart broken before?
Here's a bit of her response, which began with an unsubtle defense of her ipod purchase. I've highlighted the Leo relevant ideas:
...I used payment for my stories in the Sistahfaith anthology. Those
stories broke my heart. And it's so odd, that right after I read my
copy, these massive upheavals began to happen, and I've realized I've
built an armor of false identities around me. And they must go. My heart
is broken, but the doctors can't find the fissures. Yet, they keep
saying, "I think it's your heart." I'm beginning to believe my heart is
saying, it is time for you to let me see the sun. I've desired to be a
saint. Thomas Merton said, to be a saint is to be yourself. Maybe that
is what I lost. Myself.
A new friend of mine just returned from a life shattering trip to
India to study with a Sufi Master. He told this story about walking to
find this memorial site, and getting lost in a very hostile environment.
The men on this seedy side of town made them take off their shoes
because it was holy ground, and then they tried to charge them all this
money to get them back. It was becoming very tense, when this man,
dressed in pristine white walks up to them. He says, in perfect English,
"What are you doing here?" When Steve said that, I thought, isn't that
so much of the spiritual life. God saying, "What are you doing here?" In
some hostile environment where you're treated like you're a fool, and
where you are totally disrespected, and all you can say is, "I was
looking for something, and then realized I was lost."
What are you doing here? What a question! I wouldn't file it entirely under "spiritual" but it surely begins there. Leo shows us how to respect ourselves. But failing to respect ourselves, Leo is perfectly capable of forging the finest armor of false pride and false identity.
Not that we have many examples of true self-respect to follow. We've got false pride and false identity models galore, though. Most of us work in hostile environments where people fail to respect us. We're lucky, in fact blessed, when we find compassionate and caring people. It's just so rare in these days of endemic, programmed mass-fear.
If someone said to you, "You've got to respect yourself," where would you begin? Who would you look to as a model of this elusive trait?
And what the hell does self-respect look like anyway? I think it looks something like a heart. What makes your heart pump? What drives you like nothing else --you know, in those moments when nobody's around to grade you, guard you or give you props, a paycheck or a pat on the back? It's like some core energy cell that never fails us.
Leo is represented by the Sun. The Sun is the core source of energy in our SOLAR system. When we fail to recognize the core of our own energy, we fail to contact the core source of the physical world in which we live. It's like we're just not plugged in.
But we can pretend. With Leo, it's all to easy to pretend.