Of Angels and Angles

One of the things I focus on most, when I teach any of my classes, from the Basics to advanced progressions, is the importance of the angles. Angles are not just arbitrary lines by which we section the sky. The angles themselves are highly sensitive, like antennae. Think of them as magnetic gateways of experience which divide the eternal circle. They are the bones, the spine, of the chart, the cross of matter, determined by time and space, by which a lifetime distinguishes itself from the ever-expanding potential of eternity.
A tall order. And that’s only the beginning.

Some stuff about karma, sunroofs and storm-clouds

There you are sailing down the freeway. The sun is shining through the sunroof, the ipod is plugged in and shuffling only good stuff. Life is good.
Then it happens. Some idiot has broken down and the traffic is piled up from here to eternity.
Venus did…

Pluto rolling over

I’m fearful today. That’s part of the Pluto journey. I don’t intend to rush, whistling, past the graveyard, desperately seeking comfort, redemption, or even wisdom. Instead, I’ve pulled up a low, hard bench in the middle of the cemetery. I’m listening to a cool wind in the trees, rustling the leaves of panic, confusion, grief, and rage. I’m sitting shiva with Pluto.