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How to Prevent a Fight

Editor’s Note: We’ve been occasionally featuring relationship coach Blair Glaser’s posts about using leadership/business skills in relationships. Here is another of her columns. — Amanda

By Blair Glaser

Do you wish you could argue a little less? Although conflict is a part of any healthy relationship, arguing in an emotionally charged, hyped-up, compulsive way eats into the quality time you spend with the ones you love or work with.

Relationship and organizational coach Blair Glaser.

Relationship and organizational coach Blair Glaser.

Fighting isn’t always about true conflict — it is often about letting off steam; transferring unconscious, uncomfortable feelings to another; sabotaging pleasure, closeness, etc. or infusing a “blah” stretch of time with some fire.

This type of fighting and petty arguing can be avoided. It takes skill. Here are four leadership skills to prevent a fight so that you and your partner can instead channel your energy into having fun and getting through the tough times together.

1) Study the signals.
Can I ask you a question?” That was the tell-tale sign that my partner wanted get into something provocative. I used to take the bait and say, “Sure!” every time he asked and walk into a steaming pile, but now that I know it’s a signal of potential provocation, I have choices.

That question is an easy tell, but your significant other (or friend, mother or business partner) may not make it so easy to spot. What are the facial expressions of your partner as he or she comes looking for a fight? Is there a squint, a scowl? What is the tone of voice? You may need to get subtle in your research. People are not usually aware when earthquakes are coming, but animals are tuned in and start to freak out before they occur. Your partner’s signals may require you to get into your animal instincts, but once you pick up on them, you begin to see options. You can stay and prepare to duke it out, you can leave the premises and return fortified, or disengage and simply move in a different direction. The impulse to spar may get diffused simply by your skillful ignorance.

2) Identify the patterns. I was once in a long distance relationship that was pretty symbiotic. Because our time together was precious, we would hole up in our own little bubble. Somehow, every time we had to leave the cocoon, we would have a fight. It was always stupid stuff — who would drive, when we would leave, where we would eat. Finally, we both recognized the pattern and that it had to do with facing the outside world. We developed a strategy for leaving that helped us fight less and get throughout the inevitable fights quicker. For a little diversion you can read about what ultimately happened in that relationship.

3) Preempt. This is a powerful diverter and takes some practice. There are times when I need to bring things up that I know will provoke my partner into a reaction, but I also know they need to be communicated in order to move the relationship forward. When this happens, I can circumvent or diminish explosiveness by preempting, or predicting the reaction out loud: “I know you are going to get upset, but I have to talk about this.” This accomplishes two things: it makes space for healthy arguing, and it alerts the other to their own reactivity.

Other examples of effective preempting:What I am about to say or do may lead to a fight but my hope is that if it does, we’ll wind up in a better place.” Or the playful preempt: “How are we going to fight on the way to the airport today? Cold and distant, or up in each other’s face? Should we fight about the luggage, the time or both?

4) Stay in play. There is really little your partner can do to bait you if you are determined to make light of it all. I had a boyfriend who loved to complain. This irritated me. At first I would shut down in reaction to his whining and things would be tense, until I figured out that I didn’t have to join him. One time, during his complaining, I simply said in a lighthearted, narrative voice: “My boyfriend, the curmudgeon.” He smiled. I began to call him “Mudgy,” for short, whenever he went into that place. “My little mudgy!” I would coo, like I was talking to a cute animal. He would laugh so hard. We both ended up laughing instead of getting bogged down and tense.

Staying playful to divert hostility is an advanced technique that is worth mastering. It requires that you not be so serious about yourself, your flaws, or things always going the way you want. It does take time to develop the strength to let go of your own agitation enough to be truly lighthearted, so don’t be surprised if your first attempts come across as sarcastic on your way to playful.

When a big storm is coming, mother nature lets you know. Wind, clouds, humidity and barometric pressure all change in established and predictable ways. Relationship patterns are not so different from the weather. If you want to change the stormy patterns in your relationship, I recommend you begin to look for the warning signs in your partner, and take cover.

I hope these tips have been useful to you in thinking about keeping your partnership in top shape. Let me know how it goes. If you need help, you know how to reach me. Learn how to fight fair and constructively in my course for singles and couples.

And remember, Love Yourself No Matter What.

You can find out more information about Blair Glaser and her work at her website, www.blairglaser.com

A Better Mousetrap

I think we’ve got it now, that clear picture of what policing has become and how racism defines the gaseous mix that has made Swiss cheese of our justice system. People are gathering and marching around the nation, their i’s dotted and their t’s crossed by the lack of accountability in the death of Eric Garner, who was choked to death by one of several cops that landed on top of the big unarmed man, although he did not resist. Now “I can’t breathe” — Garners last words, repeated nine times — joins “Hands up, don’t shoot” as the protest meme of the twenty-teens.

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As the choke hold has long been outlawed in New York, and because the entire distressing affair was filmed by a canny bystander, it was assumed that the grand jury would present a different finding from the one in Ferguson. Didn’t happen. Jon Stewart gave us the appropriate WTF response, and when Stewart gets serious, you know we’ve come to an impasse in credibility. The result of this ruling makes Obama’s call for body cams on America’s police force moot.

It’s difficult not to notice that the nation has one foot in (ghettoized) reality and one in (elitist) delusion. How else to explain that the white murderer of Michael Brown has been allowed to move on from culpability while Brown’s black stepfather is being held responsible for hostile comments made in his moment of grief and rage? How else to rationalize the fact that the grand jury has granted Garner’s white killers their freedom while the man (of color) who came forward with the recording has been scrutinized and indicted on old charges.

This boomerang effect — bouncing off white authority to land back on black victims — has become so obvious that an NAACP official, aiding the family of a black man in Phoenix who was killed when an officer mistook a pill bottle in his pocket for a weapon, warned against too emotional an outburst. Angry black citizens, as has become painfully apparent, are damned if they do — and if they don’t.

Perhaps that is quite literal. As Jon Stewart reminded us, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “The point is, these shootings are clearly not a manifestation of systemic inequality and mistrust between the African-American community and the somehow always-justified Police-American community, but […] merely an unending bizarrely-similar series of unrelated incidents.”  And, just for a moment let me don my tinfoil hat to post this interesting link, putting in question the identity of those who decided Ferguson must burn. As I commented that day, I had the feeling that announcing the verdict late at night gave a perfect dark backdrop for the requisite fire that makes White America clutch her pearls. File under “Things That Make You Go Hmmmmm.”

There have been a number of excellent articles written, the totality of which sums up the problem itself, if not the solution. I was impressed with Chris Rock’s take on this, some of which came from his Rolling Stone interview. When asked about his comment that “even Nostradamus couldn’t see the end of American racism,” Rock responded:

“We’re never going to see the end of racism per se. But Obama is like the polio vaccine of racism – people still get polio and die, but there is a vaccine. They don’t have to get it. And my kids, you know, it’s been 12 years now and there hasn’t been one racial incident in my mostly white neighborhood – not even a tiny one.”

Rock — who admits his income gives him special status — continued his commentary on race issues in a fascinating conversation with Frank Rich, nailing the delusional quality of the elitist thought-process within the white community:

“Here’s the thing,” Rock said. “When we talk about race relations in America or racial progress, it’s all nonsense. There are no race relations. White people were crazy. Now they’re not as crazy. To say that black people have made progress would be to say they deserve what happened to them before.”

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“To say Obama is progress is saying that he’s the first black person that is qualified to be president,” Rock said. “That’s not black progress — that’s white progress. There’s been black people qualified to be president for hundreds of years.”

Despite fear of becoming a one-trick pony, writing only about these racial inequities and victimizations, I want to make sure we’re thinking big enough now to get a clearer glimpse of this problem. Easy enough to tear up — as I did reading Eric Garner’s final words — but that won’t change anything. Easier still to rage against what’s wrong without thinking outside the box, looking for a way to sway the whole of us back toward an ethical, humanistic future. Shaving this problem down to mere racism is leaving behind the larger “ism” I think we’re looking at today: classism.

Chris Rock is the only other person I’ve heard wonder about our leaving monarchies behind in this New World and then establishing a pecking order that mimics them. (You’ll find those comments early in the Rich interview.) This is the second time in our brief history that we’ve created a vastly rich upper class while dooming the lower class to slave-like working conditions, furthering class war. We can’t seem to help ourselves.

And it’s easiest to do that with communities of color, isn’t it! We’ve talked a bit about white privilege here at Planet Waves, but not enough in the nation at large, where people simply seem incapable of putting themselves in another’s place. We’re too busy voting against our own interests and hoping to win the lottery.

I remember reading/posting a dynamite article a few years back, written by a southern man, raised conservative, who had a life-changing experience when faced with shepherding a group of young black children through his church obligations. Taking them out to eat, he was shocked to discover that they’d never been in a sit-down restaurant, never ordered off a menu. He began to see life through their eyes and discovered that what he’d been taught was wrong, and their flippant and/or defiant behavior was simply ignorance of basic middle-class culture. He got to wondering what else he’d mistaken, and shortly after changed his political party. It was, he said, an ethical decision.

Yes, between these latest tragic poster children for black victimization and the egregious records of brutality in our for-profit prisons, it’s almost impossible to be anything but defensive if you still have faith in the justice system. (And I guess we can call our current conflagration progress, of a sort, since in decades gone by the majority felt absolutely NO need to defend brutal behavior toward those of a race or religion “less” than their own [sic.] We inch forward slowly — until we leap.)

The problem with being defensive, of course, is that’s exactly the way that rationale comes across, pouty and offended. That’s how it came across when nobody’s favorite congressman, Rep. Peter King of New York, blamed Eric Garner for his own demise, telling the world that Garner would probably not be dead “… if he had not had asthma and a heart condition and was so obese.” He forgot to add black.

I’m wondering how such a statement plays with the one-in-twelve asthma sufferers, the 24.7 million living with heart disease and the one-third of the U.S. population that is obese. Not all of those with these problems are people of color, hold different religious views, or are immigrants. A good many of them are white, living in areas of poverty that offer them no opportunity, voting against their own good and defending their “freedom” to the bitter end.

Obviously those of us out here in the “reality community” need to acknowledge that rational thinking, factual information and logic will not win the day. We are up against something quite different than the lefties, as a group, can grok in fullness — or at least haven’t been able to, up to this point. We need to begin to tell our story differently. We need to build a better mousetrap!

Take that sentence above: one-in-twelve with asthma, 24.7 million with heart disease, one-third of the US population obese. There’s a story there about cultural and environmental norms in this nation. There’s a finger pointing at the corporations that make money off these people not just by folding them into an opportunistic health care system, but by adding to the cause of their maladies on almost every level.

You may recognize the name George Lakoff. He is a renowned cognitive linguist and Berkeley professor who introduced a baffled nation to the conservatives’ convincing use of language — and the Democrats misunderstanding of it — in his book, Don’t Think of an Elephant.

Lakoff wrote the following in a recent interview, not about my sentence but about the corporate dominance that led to it:

Oil companies – our wealthiest corporations – are destroying the planet for their short-term profit. Corporations govern your life by putting hidden carcinogens and other poisons in your food, cosmetics, furniture, etc. for their profit, not your health. For details, go to ewg.org. These are facts. In isolation, one-by-one, they are just a laundry list. Isolated facts don’t help. Together they tell a truth: Corporations govern your life for their profit not yours, in all those ways. Name it. Repeat it. We need reform at the deepest level.

The political world is spinning itself into knots based on basic ethical considerations, and — although the progressive wing of the Democratic party has lately begun to reinvent itself — politics to the left of the spectrum has lost its moral authority. Lakoff urges the left to reclaim its dedication to the public good, to speak from the heart, communicating values instead of pointing out evidence of the hypocrisy on the other side of the political spectrum. The result of years of that has had as much effect as spitting into the wind. If we are to foster change, we have to make an effort to engage these people in a genuine dialogue.

Looking at brain science, Lakoff suggests that democracy means vastly different things on each side of the aisle. Conservatives frighten more easily, are more aggressive in self-protection. They do not stray from what Lakoff calls “strict father morality,” which is what we see at work in almost all of the punitive laws we’ve established in the last few decades, enjoying a renaissance now in this hateful business of blaming the poor for their poverty, the uneducated and unassisted for their inability to break through the barriers that hold them. Says Lakoff:

“In a strict father family, the father is in charge and is assumed to know right from wrong, to have moral as well as physical authority. He is supposed to protect the family, support the family, set the rules, enforce the rules, maintain respect, govern sexuality and reproduction, and teach his kids right from wrong, that is, to grow up with the same moral system. His word defines what is right and is law; no backtalk. Disobedience is punished, painfully, so that children learn not to disobey. Via physical discipline, they learn internal discipline, which is how they become moral beings. With discipline they can become prosperous.

If you are not prosperous, you are not disciplined enough, not taking enough personal responsibility and deserve your poverty. At the center is the principle of personal responsibility and moral hierarchy: those who are more moral (in this sense of morality) should rule: God over man, man over nature, parents over children, the rich over the poor, Western culture over non-Western culture, America over other countries, men over women, straights over gays, Christians over non-Christians, etc.”

Conservatives are absolutely assured by their faith that they hold the moral high ground, which gives them liberty to keep women in their place and treat children as property, while infantilizing the patriotism that fuels the NRA on the homefront as devotedly as it does the machinery of war around the globe. Like the Federalism that keeps states rights in place, conservatism is a close-knit, private affair.

This unquestioning belief in the patriarchy as defined by their godhead, which favors the stern father prototype out of the Old Testament, wounds us all. Notions of god-space have no ability to evolve when defined not as love, but conditional love. Clearly, the progressive empathy and nurture that drive moral convictions on governance serving the totality of the public good fly in the face of the limited conservative “tough love” mentality.

I have a hard time understanding how compassion can be argued against, personally, but we have to find the right tone to begin that conversation. Paul Krugman, for instance, tells us, “Today’s immigrant children are tomorrow’s workers, taxpayers and neighbors. Condemning them to life in the shadows means that they will have less stable home lives than they should, be denied the opportunity to acquire skills and education, contribute less to the economy, and play a less positive role in society. Failure to act is just self-destructive. But more importantly, it’s (Obama’s immigration proposal) the humane thing to do.”

That’s a progressive argument. It isn’t just an idea, it’s actual human children who need something from the society in which they find themselves. If we can begin a conversation about what to do with the undocumented who are already here — many of whom work for the people who would vote them out of the country — insisting that there must be some ethical solution we can develop between the two political camps, then we can begin to close the class-gap between both the immigrants and the population, as well as those on each side of the aisle.

Yelling at one another over the divide will not work; trying to sooth ancient and ignorant fears won’t, either. But engaging a conversation in what we should MUTUALLY do to solve problems, side-stepping the obvious traps of partisanship while inviting real solutions to the ethical challenges we face, just might. It would take real discipline, but it’s do-able. Getting to the table is the first step, one that will require not just willingness but dedication to civility.

Read Lakoff. Get a sense of how to use progressive language without reinforcing conservative jargon. Find some moderate talking points in which to begin a conversation with those who refuse to hear you, anticipate how to respond to hostility in a way to defuse it. If Mohammed won’t come to the mountain, my dears, the mountain must come to Mohammed. Once upon a time we could say that this was the work of government. Now? It’s ours to do, person to person: aware, awake, purposeful.

There is no stopping a good idea once it has legs. We need to build that better mousetrap of an argument, one that engages the emotions of those who hear it, that appeals to the higher angels of anyone in shouting distance, the one that fosters a change of mind as an ethical decision. We need to create a story that points to peace, that soothes the anxiety of those who fear the progress that must come — inevitably — and when we do that, the world will find the heart-space to hear it.

A Question Of Balance — Gemini Full Moon

When the Gemini Full Moon opposes the Sagittarius Sun at 7:27 am EST (12:27 UT) Saturday, the Moon will reflect the Sun’s light onto a world out of balance in many ways. Fortunately, the astrology of which the Gemini Full Moon will be just a part will provide you reason to reflect on how balance might be restored.

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In the sky, on the zodiac circle, and in the rest of the natural world, equilibrium is in practice a continuum of either real or apparent motion. Most often, the motion is cyclical, like the seasons. Sometimes the motion in question takes the form of waves, which also transmit both energy and information.

Other times, the continuing dynamic of balance entails rising alternating with falling, as in the level of rivers, or tides. One can also observe advances followed by retreats, followed by advances, then retreats again.

Whether it’s round and round, up and down, or back and forth, the natural process of balance is never static. Nevertheless, things can go only so far one way before they must come back the other way. It’s a journey more than a destination. It’s an engine more than a creation. The middle way is never attained finally, but always continuously.

Unfortunately, in human affairs balance is not a given. It must be made to happen. Your checkbook does not balance itself. Neither do the scales of justice. There is no natural process to assure that right will overcome might.

Yet, all sentient beings have some sense of what’s right from their individual perspective. The fact that human beings tend to form communities confers upon you at least some additional sense of what’s right for everybody involved. It is through that very common sense of common decency that the journey towards balance begins in your life, and in the world.

An innate sense of what’s best for everybody involved must in turn be balanced with awareness. That’s where astrology, particularly the astrology of Saturday’s Full Moon, will come in.

As a first principle, astrology provides a detached perspective. It’s a way of getting away from the stresses and stories that make everything so confusing and distorted down here. We can look at what’s going on up there, based on the premise that down there and up here are actually one continuous whole — the system we call solar.

The demonstrable fact that you are an interactive part of the cosmos is the premise upon which Eric and others are even now composing the Planet Waves annual edition for 2015, appropriately titled “Cosmophilia.”

Recognizing the same fact will give you something to add to your innate sense of common decency — the perspective conferred by higher ground.

To attain that perspective, it’s not necessary to get all technical and complicated about the astrology of the Gemini Full Moon. But it would help to isolate two factors: a factor of space, and a factor of time.

The first factor is that of space. The Sun will have a lot of heavy company in its Sagittarius ‘space’ on the zodiac when it opposes the Moon at the moment of maximum fullness. Stepping back from the interesting but potentially distracting detail, visualize an entire football team on one end of a seesaw, and you will get the picture

Whereas in mid-Gemini, where the Full Moon will be, you can practically hear crickets. In other words, the axis connecting the luminary (Sun and Moon) opposition this month is, from a non-technical but still valid perspective, a clear symbol of imbalance.

Indeed, when you compare the number of astrologically significant objects in Sagittarius with the dearth of same in Gemini, and combine that fact with the sense that every Full Moon represents a culmination, it’s a clear signal from the cosmos that things have gone about as far one way as they possibly can, and/or probably should.

Then, there is also a time factor. This weekend’s Full Moon will take place only about a week before Uranus and Pluto reach an exact square aspect (a separation of 90 degrees on the zodiac circle) for the sixth time since June 2012.

For astrologers, when significant events occur within a short space of time, it is just as meaningful as when significant objects crowd into a narrow slice of the zodiac. This is especially true of the temporal concurrence between the Uranus-Pluto square and the Gemini Full Moon.

Repeatedly over the past several years, Eric has referred to the unusually long oscillating continuum of Uranus-Pluto squares as “era-defining.” Hence, any closely concurrent events will implicitly contribute to the definition of the era even now being shaped — which is where you come in.

You factor in because you are indisputably here now, and because you are unavoidably (if not undeniably) part of a greater whole. As part of a greater whole, you are also demonstrably more than just a cog because (unlike the Sun, Moon, Uranus, Pluto or any other constituents of naturally oscillating equilibriums) you can choose.

And because you can choose, you have a power conferred to no planet and none of the stars. You have the power to tip the balance.

You are, by your very being as a human, conferred with the capacity to both recognize an imbalance between might and right, and a responsibility to do something about it, if only by the example your conduct sets.

If there’s anything to astrology, your example will make a difference. If indeed an entire era is even now in the process of taking shape, the difference you make will implicitly last much longer and take up significantly more space than you ever dreamed possible.

Realize the impossible dream begins by consciously using the occasion of this weekend’s Gemini Full Moon. Use it to recognize the imbalance perpetrated by might, and to say (if only to inform your own choices), “that’s far enough.”

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Len is available for astrology readings. You can contact him at lenwallick [at] gmail [dot] com.

Passing the Torch — Mars Enters Aquarius

At the peak of this week’s various fire trine aspects, fiery Mars will leave Capricorn and enter Aquarius at 6:57 pm EST (23:57 UT) on Thursday, as if to pass you a torch to carry forward. Now the question is what you will choose to do with whatever form of hot responsibility you are about to be handed.

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From a holistic perspective, the nature the responsibility being passed on to you while Mars traverses Aquarius will be conferred by awareness.

Given one way Aquarius differs from Capricorn, the awareness being handed to you will not be yours alone to carry. Rather, it will be shared — at least until Mars continues on to Pisces come Jan. 12.

Outwardly, some people might perceive transition of Mars from Capricorn to Aquarius to represent more of the same because staid Saturn rules both signs. Hence the so-called mutual reception between Mars in a Saturn-ruled sign and Saturn in Scorpio (co-ruled by Mars and Pluto) continues until Dec. 23.

Such a perception of continuity has a valid point, and for nearly three weeks we can continue to expect Mars and Saturn to somewhat share, or even occasionally trade, characteristics. Such an exchange is a primary result of what happens when two planets concurrently occupy each other’s dominion.

In spite of Saturn in common, however, Aquarius and Capricorn do not have the same nature. A relative new-comer, unpredictable Uranus, shares ruling duties for Aquarius with pedantic Saturn, forming an odd-couple arrangement that is somehow appropriate given how element and quality mix in their mutual domain.

For while Capricorn sensibly combines a cardinal (initiating) quality with an earthen (fundamental) elemental identity, the constitution of Aquarius is (on the surface, at least) a contradiction in terms.

Because Aquarius follows a cardinal sign (Capricorn) in the sequence of the zodiac, it’s by definition a fixed sign as evinced by the Sun. In other words, by the time the Sun enters Aquarius next year, the season initiated by the Capricorn solstice on Dec. 21 will be unambiguously “fixed” into place and clearly recognizable for what it is.

Forming one of the greater oxymorons presented by astrology, however, Aquarius is also identified by its association with the element of air. Of the four elements (fire, earth, air and water) derived from ancient natural science and applied for use in astrology, air is perhaps the hardest to imagine being fixed into place.

Nonetheless, when you consider that air is also associated with ideas, the superficial contradiction begins to make sense. After all, it is common to refer to the sharing and exchange of ideas as “something in the air.”

So it is then that Aquarius is rightfully associated with otherwise diverse groups of people who identify with each other through shared ideas, common awareness and unifying consciousness. This in contrast with Capricorn representing a hierarchical and/or elitist power structure.

Hence, with the passing of energetic Mars into Aquarius, there is a sense that some expression of established order is divesting itself of having to carry on somehow. The divestment is, in turn, implicitly being offloaded onto you through association with those people with whom you share guiding principles of conduct and contribution.

There is abundant evidence of recent failures by the established order to hold up its end of the social bargain. Hence it is entirely appropriate that people with the common interest in common should take up the Martian torch of energy and desire to get something done (or at least make a start), especially when a new season is about to begin.

But without awareness — your awareness especially — nothing will change.

Unless you elect to be aware, what’s in the air will pass you by. Unless you take responsibility for what you are aware of, your conscience will not rest easy. Unless you act with integrity upon what you are responsible for, you will not be whole.

Fortunately, the impending ingress of Mars into Aquarius means that the responsibility conferred by what comes to you through the air will not be yours alone to bear. That you will be able to do your part in unison with others, accomplishing more than you ever could on your own.

So, sniff the air a bit come Thursday. Follow your nose to where and when you can do your passionate part to step in with others and make up for where the established order has let us all down. In that way, you will be one with many, and with the cosmos as well.

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Len is available for astrology readings. You can contact him at lenwallick [at] gmail [dot] com.

Shifts in Consciousness & Holding Actions

 

I attended my first political rally and march in the spring of 2003. I was 23 and the U.S. had just declared war on Iraq, and I was pissed. So I went, enjoyed a walk in the sunshine with several thousand others, and felt pretty uplifted. But I also felt entirely ineffective.

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I attended a few more rallies in the months to follow, and every time had the same reaction: that it was lovely to take a walk outside with friends, and that I was so glad people were passionate enough to shout through microphones about things that made sense, but that I felt like it wasn’t doing any good — that I wasn’t doing any good.

I realized then that I could have more of an impact in the world through interpersonal relationships. Through working on myself, through “being the change,” and then through aiming to be as authentic as possible in the hopes that anyone around me might change a little because of that, resulting in a ripple effect out into the world.

This insight was personal. It in no way meant that I thought rallies themselves to be ineffective, although I do bounce back and forth about that one to this day to some extent. It was that I didn’t feel it was the best use of my own time. In the past 11 years, this core understanding has blossomed within me, and I’ve realized that my work here during this time very much has to do with helping myself and others to shift their consciousness out of this paradigm and into the next (how was that for a summary?!).

Several years ago, I came across The Work That Reconnects and the three dimensions of the great turning. Lobbying and protesting are included, but so is working for shifts in consciousness. As I’ve mentioned in my column before, I love Joanna Macy’s work, and this simple breakdown allowed me to see that all of the components are necessary, all of the work is necessary.

I have to say, friends — at the risk of sounding like ‘one of those people’ who is always tossing around astrological transits as life changers — the Sun’s shift into Sagittarius was such a blessing. I feel lighter again. I feel playful. I feel like I have space to hopefully integrate after that gloriously horrendous eclipse season.

This exists in contrast, per usual, with the events in the world; and that contrast is increased by the Ferguson grand jury decision. As tends to happen with me any time there are mass protests or ‘civil unrest’, I tend to switch into this mode of ‘love and light will heal all.’ This mode isn’t evangelistic, I’m not preaching, it’s just a way of moving on the Earth, with a smile in my heart and the remembrance that I really do believe love is the only way through.

I’m all too aware of how my inner critic bristles when I make statements like that — an awareness of how it can sound: maybe delusional, maybe privileged, maybe a whole host of other things. And oh, how grateful I am for the people who do willingly take to the streets in attempt to express and make a statement and band together. I’m grateful for the people who are paying close attention and covering the story in as balanced a way as possible. Per the aforementioned dimensions, work of that kind buys time, saves some lives and ecosystems, species and cultures. But it is insufficient to bring a sustainable society about.

I was listening to NPR the other day, which I haven’t done in a very long time. They were interviewing a pastor from the Ferguson area. I can’t give you the details of the interview, because my brain started wandering away from his words in expectation that he would not address what I see as a core issue — that we need to love each other above and beyond anything else; that that is the shift that is really needed.

I tuned back into what he was saying, and there it was: he was talking about how his son would be staying with him through Thanksgiving, and about how his son had asked if he could go join the protests. The pastor expressed some conflict about it, but also wanted to let his son express his voice. But what it really came down to for him was the belief that we just need to love the **** out of each other through this. We need to greet this situation, and all situations with love — including the times when the injustice is too much, and we feel like the love is lost. Love ourselves and each other through that, too.

It made me smile. It also made me cringe a bit as I glanced over at my bag full of groceries and goodness that I’m so blessed to have, leading to the loop of “but what about people who are suffering so much that contemplating love is not even a thought that’s ever crossed their mind?” But that is a topic for another day.

Weekend Tarot Reading — Sunday, Nov. 30, 2014

By Sarah Taylor

What’s on the mind of the Prince of Cups as he closes his eyes and faces into the cosmos of possibility? Not that it’s hard to take a guess — but perhaps the other cards speak to something more complex than first appearances.

Desire,” “Wishes,” “Longing,” “The possibilities of transformation.”

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Prince of Cups, Queen of Disks, Three of Cups from the Röhrig Tarot deck, created by Carl-W. Röhrig. Click on the image for a larger version.

It is this last phrase on the card that hints at that complexity. Yes, the Prince has sex on his mind — a melding of bodies, breasts, genitals, and long, feathered hair. However, that long, feathered hair becomes almost butterfly-wing-like over his brows as he contemplates his erotic potential. He is, after all, a Prince; not a Princess, who is just starting out, but a contender for the throne of the Knight.

How does he make that leap from contender to ruler? How does he own who he is, assume full responsibility for his role as an agent of transformation, and step into being someone who doesn’t just dream about desire, but whose life is offered in service to desire and to living that out as wholly, autonomously, and purposefully as possible?

The key lies in the central card, the Queen of Disks. Earth to the Prince’s water, feminine to his masculine, fully-fledged (the butterfly wings are formed, whole), the Queen of Disks also cuts a sensual figure, but in this case she is bound to nature while he is suspended in space. She is the grounding, feminine principle that, through her presence — looking straight at us as she does — sees what he cannot see, knows what he does not yet know.

One of the first things I noticed was that the Prince is turning away from the Queen. What can this mean? It signifies that they are not so much in direct (eye-to-eye) relationship as they are in psychic relationship. The breast that touches the Queen’s left cheek is also present next to the Prince. There is a bond here that is suggestive of, even if it isn’t only limited to, an inner relationship — a coniunctio, or marriage between two aspects of oneself.

But is it the Prince who is growing into the world of the Queen? Or is the Queen now realising her inner Prince? And does it really matter? I think not. Because what is important is not who comes first, but what happens when they come together (in a manner of speaking).

Abundance. The Three of Cups:

Overflowing interchange of love,” “exceptional valuable feelings, which can be –”

Which can be what? The writing flows beyond the edge of the card. Don’t you love a good mystery?

What is clear from the final card is that there is a third element that that forms part of this marriage based on an “overflowing interchange of love”: a cup that stands at the head of the waterfall, unpatterned, a little different, and yet part of a cohesive whole. What does that mean? Perhaps this is part of the mystery: that third presence, or ingredient, that is necessary for the complete fruition of what this reading holds.

The Three of Cups is very much a feminine card, the cascade over two rocky outcrops reminiscent of a woman’s thighs parting to reveal her watery depths. Two come together and a third is formed. This is alchemy; this is conception; it is community. Or, it is the potential for alchemy and conception (whether creative, physical or both) and community. Right now, what forms from this vessel is that mystery alluded to in the phrase that currently sits unfinished.

Bringing these two aspects together, what are you feeling? And where are you being guided — by your heart, by your desire, by your groundedness which connects you to life? What is emerging from their union? What can be brought forth? I look at this reading, and I want to start fanning myself, quite frankly. Not so much because it’s hot-hot-hot, but because it is full, present, and charged with longing and knowing.

Why not slip into those waters, grounded in the certainty that you are held — and that it is you doing the holding?

See — or better, feel — where they take you.

Astrology/Elemental correspondences: Prince of Cups (the airy aspect of water), Queen of Disks (the watery aspect of earth), Three of Cups (Mercury in Cancer)

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A Loving Reflection on Passionate Friendship

Note: This week’s relationship-themed post comes from the Thinking Asexual Blog by Marie S. Crosswell, which is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License (full legal code here). — Amanda

By Marie S. Crosswell / The Thinking Asexual

Ever since I was a child, I’ve felt that passionate friendship is the most beautiful form of human love and relationship possible. It doesn’t matter anymore what name I use or what name other people use: romantic friendship, queerplatonic relationship, passionate friendship, primary friendship, platonic life partnership, sensual friendship, some combination of those or none of them at all.

Image from The Thinking Asexual

Image from The Thinking Asexual

It is the idea of a friendship between two people—without sex or sexual attraction, without romantic attraction or attachment—that is so passionate, full of overwhelming love, intimate and emotional and sensually physical, deep and powerful and spiritual, a bond so strong that it cannot be broken or resisted except through death and even death cannot extinguish the love and desire still felt by the living friend for the departed. It is a friendship that is also a partnership: a primary partnership, a domestic partnership, a family tie no different than legal or religious marriage, a relationship that is the source of committed companionship and support and care and love, a relationship that matters so much that both friends will prioritize its survival.

I just love and adore the idea of two people choosing this kind of relationship for their primary partnership or one of their life partnerships, rejecting traditional romance and even sex, rejecting traditional marriage and the nuclear family and the whole concept of primary romantic-sexual relationships, and instead living their lives in a passionate friendship that takes them to the heights of love and emotional intimacy and spiritual intimacy and even physical intimacy that does not intersect with genital sex.

I love the idea of passionate friends being primary life partners and domestic life partners, sharing a home and a future and being there for each other always.

I love the idea of passionate friendship families and networks, of people being so blessed as to have more than one passionate friend in life and allowing their friends to have other passionate friendships if they occur. I love the idea of families and tribes made of friendship, of nonromantic and nonsexual love and commitment.

I love how passionate and sensual nonsexual/nonromantic physical intimacy can be: how much you can desire and adore someone else’s body and their physical closeness to you, without sex and without romantic attraction, how much pleasure you can experience physically in a nonsexual/nonromantic relationship. I love that passionate friends can hug and cuddle and kiss and hold hands and caress each other and kiss each other’s body and even be together almost naked and experience a deep, pleasurable, sensual, intensely intimate and loving physical connection with each other from a place of nonsexual, nonromantic love.

I love that they can love each other and desire each other and share pleasure and connect because of an emotional attraction, not romantic attraction, from spiritual and sensual attraction, not sexual attraction. I love that they live and prove how much love and intimacy and touch and pleasure is possible outside of sex and romance.

I love people who want passionate friendship and who want their primary life partner to be a passionate friend and who don’t need romance or who don’t even need sex to be happy. I love people who have sex but want a passionate friendship instead of a primary sexual partner. I love people whose ultimate idea of happiness is to have a lifelong passionate friend who they live with and love. I love people who see and appreciate passionate friendship as the greatest form of love and relationship because they just value and prioritize and love friendship in general that much.

I want to be surrounded by these people: by perpetually single aromantics, by people who desire and dream about and choose nonromantic/nonsexual life partners, by people who have passionate friendship and know what it is and value it as the most important relationship in their lives, by sexual people whose desire and appreciation for sex is nothing in comparison to their desire and appreciation for friendship—especially primary friendships, loving and passionate and committed friendships, queerplatonic friendship, romantic friendship. I want to be surrounded by people who revere loving friendship the way I do, who respect it and love it and prize it and desire it and create it and protect it and feel unspeakable joy flowing through them when they’re living that friendship.

I want to love and be friends with these people who feel the way I do about friendship and love, who will marvel at the sacred event of true and loving friendship that reaches these levels of passion and love and intimacy and connection, who will desire me and love me and admire me and appreciate me because I am who I am and I feel the way I do about friendship. I want to love and be friends with these people whose greatest happiness is in passionate friendship and romantic friendship and queerplatonic friendship. I want to love and be friends with these people who are capable and ready and eager to experience complete emotional openness and connection, physical and sensual intimacy, love and affection, care and tenderness in friendship.

I want to spend the rest of my life in two passionate friendships, with my male partner and my female partner. I want to love them with every particle of my body and soul. I want to care for them and appreciate them and support them always. I want to love them unconditionally. I want to have fun with them and always see the best in them. I want to share beautiful domestic lives with them. I want my love and appreciation for them to deepen and grow and intensify as time passes. I want to open myself completely to them: mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically. I want the bliss of physical, sensual intimacy with them: I want to hug them every day and cuddle them and touch them with love in my hands, I want to kiss their mouths and their bodies, I want to look into their eyes with pure love in my own, I want to let go and allow them to touch me and hold me and kiss me and love me and my body, I want us to sleep side by side some nights, I want us to spend hours in bed together stripped to our underwear—just touching and kissing and holding each other and basking in the love we feel for each other.

I want to love them and stand by them no matter what happens in our lives. I want us to always find our love for each other, even as we evolve individually and rediscover each other’s new incarnations. I want us to be kind to each other, sweet and gentle and supportive and nurturing. I want us to love each other unceasingly, no matter what the physical or material conditions: as we age, as our bodies change, no matter what our health or wealth statuses are, no matter who else we’re friends with and who else we love, no matter how many days or months of the year we spend physically apart, I want to love them and I want to feel their love for me unchanged and sure of itself. I want these two people in my life until the day I die, and on that day, I want to look back on my life and feel blissful that I loved them so well and was so well-loved in return.

I raised myself through childhood and adolescence in devotion to friendship, and now I am an adult and my desire and passion and admiration for it is stronger than it’s ever been. I know more about it than I did when I was younger but not as much as I’ll know when I’m older. I know my incredible worth as a friend and a partner, and I want to give all of this love and affection and care I possess to my own passionate friends, my life partners, and the other queerplatonic/romantic/sensual/intimate friends I make throughout my life. I am sure that I am the passionate friend and partner that some wonderful man and wonderful woman desire more than anything, and I’m sure that there are other people who want someone like me for a loving friend too. And I am ready for them. I am so ready.

I dedicate myself to this practice of loving, high friendship the way priests and monks dedicate themselves to God. Friendship is my own way to spiritual enlightenment, to the cosmic source I believe in, to my higher self. Friendship is what will teach me love, hold me in love, call me back to love when I’ve disconnected from it. Loving friendship is my bliss, my heaven, my passion. Friendship is my holy love. The cosmic source I believe in is nothing but pure, unconditional, eternal love—and the friendship I desire and adore is that too.

I am forever thankful that my asexuality and aromanticism enhance and support and nourish my devotion to friendship, my desire for passionate friends who are also my partners, and my capacity to love and care in friendship and to treat friends as my social and emotional priority. I would not be the person or the friend I am without asexuality and aromanticism. I would not believe in and desire passionate friendship with so much intensity if I were not asexual and aromantic, and for that reason alone, I am so happy and thankful that I am exactly as I am.

Shine!

Thanksgiving 2014 has come and gone, the last of the Scorpio energies taking their seat at the table, adding to the angst in anticipation of the inevitable Sagittarian blurt. I suppose, given the November energy mix, that every family gathering can expect at least one provocative moment – pushing buttons, kicking baggage, awakening dragons — and some, of course, can anticipate more than others.

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By Judith Gayle | Political Waves

When I was a kid, prior to every large occasion my Libra mother would advise that “a lady” would never discuss religion or politics in a social gathering (sex, in those days, was out of the question, of course). And as a Sadge with weighty Scorpio placement, I did my best to contain my inquiring mind, but in typical fire-fashion, was as clueless as a puppy snagging the neighbor’s nylons when my offhand comments created a donnybrook at the table. I can still see my mother burying her face in her hands.

It seems inevitable that every November, all the tensions and dysfunctions of family relations merge with those of the larger American family for (as my daughter’s little clan calls seasonal events with the in-laws) Festivus. Most everyone must gird their loins in advance of a full-on family affair, because – as Edgar Cayce explained – family represents the most Karma we will ever face.

This year, some of the pent-up national tension that had been building was purged earlier in the week, when St. Louis County Prosecutor Robert McCulloch provoked a Thanksgiving topic with his prime-time announcement that Missouri considered all black persons, especially young ones, locked, loaded, and hazardous to life. By Thanksgiving Day, the larger question of justice for Michael Brown – at least for the time being – had been answered, but a whole slew of new questions had begun to gel. Ladylike or not, if Ferguson never came up in conversation, there was an elephant sitting at your table.

Anticipating a gathering marked by division, a number of “how to” articles appeared this year, with hints to guide the unsuspecting away from the sharp rocks and rip tides of a familial day of gratitude. With only two at my little gathering here in the Pea Patch – both of us pretty much in political agreement — I didn’t read any of them, but I’ve been interested to see how this worked out. Our experience of the last few days seems a litmus paper for not just our biases and cultural conditioning, but how well we’re getting the message that our racial attitudes are so ingrained in our daily lives that we simply miss our own culpability in prolonging them. That should be bright as a light bulb, popping on over our heads now, but are we noticing?

I think it’s worth collecting the stories of the hour if we are to get a grip on ourselves and our culture. Many of us seem determined to grow through these challenges, but there’s all that Chiron wounding and wincing to consider, isn’t there! As Pogo said, “We’ve met the enemy and it is us,” and that isn’t a happy revelation. I would be very interested in your Thanksgiving experience, if you’d like to add to comments. We learn most when we share. I’ve had to rely on reports from friends and family, along with news and articles, to assess our progress this year, although a number of factors seem a no-brainer to intuit.

First off, for reasons that can only be equated with pure greed, the finger in the dike of dwindling traditions popped out early in the week, announcing pre-Black Friday shopping by means of earlier store openings and/or full blown dismissal of holiday closing. That means that the full implications of the holiday season suddenly loomed, whispering of the power of credit cards, to occult the glory that is turkey. There are plenty of Black Friday addicts who would not have let dining protocols or hope for seconds interfere with their need to shop — early and continually — ‘til they drop.

Ferguson protesters had launched a boycott against Black Friday shopping, active at various locations here in the Midwest, some joining Wal-Mart workers who were marching for higher wages in Chicago. They wanted, they said, to change the day to ‘Brown Friday,’ as in Michael Brown, but it seems to have reinvented itself again this year as ’Green Friday’ instead, as in ka-ching! So far the protests in East St. Louis and elsewhere have been peaceful and – I presume – stopped very few shoppers from achieving their goals. I read one article that said those entering and exiting one store being picketed were “bemused” by the picketers’ presence – white shoppers, no doubt, unaware that there is “another America,” living, in many cases, just down the street and around the corner.

These more uneventful protests are a relief, given the emotional response to the destruction the young and angry always seem unable to understand hurts the very causes they care so much about. Earlier in the week, as peaceful protests in Ferguson were shattered by Officer Wilson’s verdict, Mike Brown’s step-father, reacting to his wife’s grief and anger, tearfully demanded that the crowd, “burn this shit down.” The next few hours saw the burning of Mike’s birth-father’s church, the one in which he had – only days earlier – been re-baptized, and now those parishioners are looking for a new spot to congregate.

In the same time frame, reports of a small bakery (owned by a white woman) in the same neighborhood that suffered vandalism and broken windows went up on Rush Limbaugh’s website, getting the attention of Sean Hannity over at FOX. Today it was announced that she had received donations of $250,000. I’d like to tell you that this represents the milk of human kindness, but it’s more like an acid drip of self-righteousness. Read the comments over at the Drudge Report and you’ll probably agree.

Those who left Thanksgiving festivities early to get their place in line for a glut of holiday buying may not have had a lot to contribute to a discussion of the Mike Brown/Darren Wilson saga anyway, but don’t count them out. I’ve been interested in who ‘gets this’ and who doesn’t, and it appears that has a lot to do with one’s personal focus. If this was only about systemic racial discrimination and our inability to put ourselves in another’s place, little would stand in the way of this behavior having the nation’s full approval, but the flaws and glaring manipulation in the Ferguson decision have stood even the judicial system on its ear, as well as its outliers.

Take CNN’s Nancy Grace, for instance, a personality I don’t consider even-handed, open-minded or even, at times, rational. In this instance, however, even Nancy can’t swallow the verdict. She told her cultish viewership that she wasn’t buying Wilson’s story that he had no choice but to protect his life by dropping the ‘demonic’ black giant. Displaying hospital close-ups of Darren Wilson’s reddened face, she asked her viewers, “Look, do you know how many times I have sided against a cop? Never. But to me, this is bigger than a badge. And I don’t like speaking out against a cop, but this doesn’t add up.”

On its face, Wilson’s story sounds practiced but sincere. The ease with which he tells it, along with his selection of words, leaves no doubt of his white supremacist leanings. He’s a man of his time and place, and – so he says – easy in his skin, with no regrets. The kind of empathy with which authority figures might become truly responsible arbiters of the law in a community like Ferguson seems beyond his simplistic us/them story of a giant black Negro ‘demon’ who was determined to kill him. No sense protesting that demons are in the eye of the beholder. No sense suggesting that Mike Brown and Darren Wilson each stood 6’4” tall, that Brown was 80 pounds heavier but was not the one with the badge or the gun. No sense explaining that the Supreme Court forbade shooting an unarmed person running away, or even one running toward you, years ago, or that Wilson should never have been allowed to testify in front of a grand jury, as explained by no less than Justice Antonin Scalia.

For a nation that touts its ‘rule of law,’ we seem both lawless and senseless to those looking in from other countries. The question is: how do we look to one another? Is this all just too black and white (pun, no pun!)? Sadly, it seems to me that Wilson is exactly the kind of stand-up guy the police force is looking for, here in Missouri and – oh shit, oh dear – perhaps even where you live, dear reader. And while Wilson will probably not go back to Ferguson as a police officer, not to worry. The hundreds of thousands of dollars in donations he’s received from eager supporters will give him unexpected options.

In the midst of all this Ferguson frenzy, I read an article about how racism has gotten worse since Obama took the presidency. Well, duh! Who didn’t expect THAT after the first fifteen minutes? (Rhetorical, of course. The answer is: too many of us.) In one way, we owe a good deal to the Mike Browns of this nation. To the 12-year-old black child dropped by a rookie cop this week for carrying a pellet gun in Ohio. To the black Texan on death row being denied DNA testing for the alleged murder of his white lover, a woman engaged to a white cop with a history of domestic abuse and rage issues. These souls are holding up a mirror, one we’re forced to look into. There can be – will be – no change without a very close look at ourselves and our systemic failure to value one another, to nurture and protect those among us who need our kindness and compassion.

There IS no answer to all that besets us without education, without ethics, without strong citizen interaction. Ferguson – America – has the ability to rise from these ashes like a Phoenix, taking responsibility for what’s wrong as well as opening our hearts to what’s right. There IS no solution to all that challenges our growth without communication, shared experience, empathy. Whatever we aspire toward can only be shaped and realized by the whole of us, working together, warts and all – because there IS no us and them. There is only us, gathered around humanity’s table, feeding one another as best we can.

I hope that on your Thanksgiving Day something reminded you of how greatly blessed we are as a nation, as a people, as a planet. I hope that if your buttons were pushed, some holy insight quickly followed, making sense of what eluded you. And if there was a blurt by some clueless dinner partner, unaware that they had tripped your bells and tooted your whistles, I hope they were quickly forgiven and/or — depending on your willingness to become self-reflective– appreciated.

To value one another, no matter our differences, to appreciate what is best about humankind, we must embrace our ability to recognize ourselves in each other, vowing to overcome our differences by embracing our commonalities, having learned the alchamy of compassion for ourselves and one another. Like gemstones in a tumbler, we can only begin to shine when we mix it up, grinding down our sharp edges and polishing one another into brilliance.