
The chart for this morning’s new moon in Aries shows nearly the entire solar system in a conspicuous pile-up against Saturn in Virgo.
Translated into human lingo, this symbolizes that gnawing feeling that everything and everyone in life is moving forward except for you. (Of course it’s all a big hallucination because, well, everyone else is registering the same sort of weariness and stuckness too, but added to the mix is a kind of Virgonian isolation bubble that prevents us from making that connection: Realizing we’re all on the Titanic together.)
Of course Saturn being Chronos, well, he remains unphased. Especially while he’s retrograde. (Is there anything more disheartening than the sense of time moving backwards?) Slowly, methodically digging his heels in deeper in reaction to the parade of planets residing opposite his Virgo soujourn. This is amplified by the ongoing Uranus opposition and now, add to the mix, a capricious Mars in Pisces putting the pressure on too.
Saturn’s respose: “Meh.”
We normally associate spring with new beginnings. Fresh starts. Sending our inner scout forward to see what new opportunities he or she can suss out for us. Well, best initiate Plan B From Outer Space. The Sun Moon conjunction coupled with the Venus Mercury transits in Aries signifies plenty of promise. But the guarantee of that visceral, get-up-and-go momentum that we associate with spring is held in abeyance. Think about it: That Aries grouping derives its fuel from a floaty and fluctuating Mars in Pisces. Too, Mars is in a Sargasso Sea-like opposition to Saturn. Glub. Glub … Sink. This is akin to trying to light a fuse with a wet match. Lots of striking and cursing, but just soggy bits of sulfur coloring our fingertips. Instead we feel like imploding. Read more