Well, we have
had the Full Moon on Uranus and it does seem as if mother earth is convulsing, and humanity responds by convulsing itself.
The 2 pillars of
society are breaking down – the church and the university and in between the
third pillar of social structure is disintegrating – this has been going on for
some time [since the conjunction of Uranus and Pluto in the alchemical sign of
Virgo in the mid 1960s] in a slow and perhaps imperceptible grind, but is now becoming
distinctly apparent under the first square of the cycle, in a way that is
tangible and has to be faced. All living is being undermined, apart from the
obvious technical revolution, in a very subtle and indefinable way.
Alchemy
The breakdown
and paradigm shift is occurring in the church, from the point of view of not
being the sole controlling and directing force of our moral codes and therefore
behaviour, anymore. The breakdown and paradigm shift is occurring in the
university from the point of view of not being the sole controlling and
directing force of our education and political notions, anymore. As a result,
the breakdown and paradigm shift is occurring at a fundamental level in family
and social and health structures, even to affecting what we define as gender.
Indeed who are we?
Life is now
lived more and more in technical ‘bites’ small quick pieces of information in a
virtual world of the Internet, were there are no rules and no guidelines.
There seems to
be constant displacement of masses of people due to great earth movements of
fire, water and earth; and due to human tension expressed in disagreements,
shootings, riots and war.
All institutions
are breaking down, even life is breaking down, in spite of all the new
discoveries. How do we survive and adapt? I wonder if our parents and
grandparents felt the same – is this just another reoccurring cycle or is there
truly a new world on the horizon? A massive evolutionary leap rather than a
turn on the spiral?
I guess the two
world wars of the previous century must have felt like this.
Zen Wisdom
He who
smiles
Rather
than
rages
Is
always
The
Stronger
Chickpea by Rumi
A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the
pot
where it’s being boiled.
Why are you doing this to me?
The cook knocks him down with the ladle.
Don’t you try to jump out.
You think I’m torturing you.
I’m giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human
being.
Remember when you drank rain in the garden.
That was for this.
Grace first. Sexual pleasure,
then a boiling new life begins,
and the Friend has something good to eat.
Eventually the chickpea
will say to the cook,
Boil me some more.
Hit me with the skimming spoon.
I can’t do this by myself.
I’m like an elephant that dreams of gardens
back in Hindustan and doesn’t pay attention
to his driver. You’re my cook, my driver,
my way into existence. I love your cooking.
The cook says
I was once like you,
fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in
time,
and boiled in the body, two fierce
boilings.
My animal soul grew powerful.
I controlled it with practices,
and boiled some more, and boiled
once beyond that
and became your teacher.
There
is no Rose without a Thorn
