We are all teaching ourselves something, every moment of every day. Richard Bach put it squarely on the table in my old favorite, Illusions: Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah: “You teach best what you most need to learn.” At any given point, the thing we seek enlightenment about is in front of us, under our nose, absorbing our attention; if we’re listening to ourselves, we’ll hear echoes of both the virtue of our quest and the holes in our understanding.
Today is the Pisces New Moon. It’s the last New Moon of the astrological year, Pisces being the last of the 12 signs. It’s a brilliant aspect, but just the beginning. March 2009 will stand out as one of the most extraordinary months in the astrological history of our era. The choreography of the planets and the energy that is rippling out through our small dimension of reality are at once reminiscent of the 1960s, of many similar eras, and of a time we have yet to encounter, 2012.
When I get into a habit of staying in my photo studio, I’m isolated from television (and surrounded by art), and somehow my life is different. Besides not being blasted with advertising, I am relieved of the burden of a non-stop barrage of that which is supposed to scare me, for example, how many jobs were lost this week. I still hear about it; but I only read about it five times instead of being blasted with it the usual 275 times via television.
In the late Sixties, shortly after the last series of Saturn-Uranus oppositions, a song called “The Weight” was included on the first album by The Band. Though it got plenty of airplay in its first years, it was never top-40 a hit for the original artists in the United States. But the song has endured for decades, presumably due to being used in films and television programs. I think the song has stayed around so long because its seemingly mysterious story is such a haunting mirror of our time in history.
Today the Sun reaches 15 degrees of Aquarius — the exact midpoint of that sign. This is called Imbolc, which means “in the belly” or “in the milk.” This acknowledges that we are at the depths of winter; though today is a northern hemisphere holiday called Midwinter, the exact midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It’s also called Candlemas (in the Catholic tradition).