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Horoscopes for New Moon Taurus April 30th, 2022 “Non Linear Dragon Hunting”

By Antonia Earls

Listen to Oasis of the Wind II by Takashi Kokubo. 1993.

☿ Please read with care and devotion to self. ☿

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ Antonia xoxo ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

“The dragon devoures the woman and the woman the dragon, both inundated in blood.” Epigram 50 Draco from Michael Maier’s “Atalanta Fugiens” illustrated by Matthäus Merian et Jean-Théodore de Bry.

Happy New Moon Eclipse In Taurus ☉ + ☾ ➬ ♉︎

This Lunation will be in effect from April 30th, 2022 at 22:29pm CET. The Sun and Moon meet astrologically at 10°35’ Taurus near the lunar north node at 23°11’ making this lunation an eclipse. Uranus is hanging out in middle earth at 14°32’. This eclipse is ruled by Venus in Pisces who is applying to conjoin Jupiter in Pisces. Mars the ruler of the south node is co-present in Pisces during this time. Pluto is also stationing retrograde at 28° Capricorn. Excpect the unfolding of the lunation to manifest by May 16th 2022 during the Taurus/Scorpio Full moon eclipse. The stories will continue unraveling as we move toward the next eclipse in October.

☄. *. ⋆ What is The Lunar Mood ? ☄. *. ⋆

This Taurus eclipse’s scope of manifestation is welcomed with open arms by an exalted Moon, an exalted Venus, domicile Jupiter and tempestuous Uranus. Excpect delicious luxuries to break through the realm of the “mundane”, unexcpected openings in the earthly world, new perspectives on how to manage your health and your wealth.

Eclipses are indicated astrologically by the luminaries meeting in conjunction or opposition within 15 degrees of the lunar nodes. In Jyotish, i.e the Astrology of India, the nodes are called Rahu, the dragon’s head (north node ) and Ketu, the dragon’s tail (south node). The dragon’s head shows the way, devours what it meets and breathes fire. The tail of the dragon entwines, tightens around and digests what it meets. In the context of a chart, wherever the nodes are positioned, symbolically, can be seen as a serpentine winged entity laying dormant across the axis awaiting to be awoken, to devour and digest the themes of this part of the chart. The first eclipse of the season indicates which part of life the dragon is stimulating, stirring into a state of activation and wrestling with during that period. The house and sign in question represent latent lazy forces that are gradually being activated.

On April 30th 2022, the sun and the moon are meeting at the head of the dragon in Taurus.

Austin Coppock teaches his students (of which I am one) to visualise a hybrid dragon using the imagery of the signs in question. This season we have the north node in Taurus and south node in Scorpio. Uranus is also close by. Richard Tarnas associates Prometheus to Uranus. This is the deity who brings down the sacred eternal flame, from the protected elite realm of the Olympians, to gift it to the mortals so that they may keep warm, cook, build and sustain themselves. Prometheus is remembered as the deity who bares in one hand a lit torch, symbol of equality and survival. If we combine this imagery with the Taurean Bull, Scorpion and Torch bearer, imagine a serpentine winged dragon whose tail bares a sting to protect from external threats and whose sacred bull head carries crescent shaped fire lit horns... This is the image we are working with, one with obstinate determination to plow, to graze to embody earthly sensuality, to carry a top the head divine light, to lead the way with a clarity of mind, one which hopes to free humanity of hierarchical oppression, to feed the land, to become radical in the way we nurture life back into the world, to be aware of the resources we are endowed with and share them freely. As we move toward the full moon which will awaken the sharp sting of the Scorpion we will have the chance to let go of our protectiveness, to develop more trust in our environments, to transmute our fear of loss of power, to step forward into a pathway of liberation from socio-cultural paranoias, to allow for the earth community to transmute us, to be more porous, more vulnerable, to dismantle our defences, and accept, entrust our hearts to the unknown.

This is the first of many Taurus/Scorpio eclipses. We are therefore at the beginning of an awakening in our Taurus/Scorpio axis. As of today, the dragon is just coming into consciousness, just landing and grounding into it’s motionless body, just becoming aware of the sounds and the environment around. The eyes are not going to open for a while. First, there is a gradual embracing of the plush opulent floral fragrances, the perfumes that are coming in through the winds, the light sound of rustling grass, the smell of lavender. This lunation is imprinted with the Taurean impulse to slowly establish environments where there is equal measure of input and output, that resources are honoured through devotion to deeply appreciating our primary vessel. We are being called to embrace as a community our dual need for dirt and beauty as one emerges from the other, to become aware of the innate needs of our eco-systems, of our body.

The imminent conjunction between Venus (our lunation ruler) and Jupiter, in the dreamy waterscape of the twin fishes, colours this eclipse with the archetypal texture of these two benefics. Both Venus and Jupiter bring potential benevolence and abundance to whatever they touch. While Venus rules our pleasure realms, Jupiter tends to expand and “make big” whatever it touches. Here we can synthesise the planetary mood as a larger than life pleasure seeker, attracting soothing indulgences. There is care to be taken around excess, moderation is the key word here. Overall this eclipse will be a time where we are able to welcome in the things that bring us peace, that ease our strains and take the edge off a first quarter fraught with strife and conflict. This paired with a Uranian signature, suggests we can expect the unexpected. That change is imminent and why not dream of a world where peaceful consensus, open heartedness and abundant joy is in the air. Maybe a time to celebrate?

The Pluto retrograde station brings into the theme the idea of gradually allowing our old skins to flake off, to shed like the snake ancient stories that no longer serve us. As the station retrograde happens trine and sextile the lunar nodes, this energetic dismantling of past paradigms is going to be supportive of the Taurus gifts you receive. Allow this station retrograde to be a time of contemplation of the habits you have inherited from your ancestors, from your socio-cultural framework of conditioning to become the observer, separate yourself from this oppressive self-narration so that you can step into this cleared path.

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This lunation is occurring in the second decan of Taurus. The corresponding tarot card for this decan is the Six of Pentacles. The corresponding Tarot Card for the sign of Taurus is the Hierophant. The Six of Pentacles with this robed figure holding scales, and the Hierophant holding the key to the divine, invite in the idea of divine charity and generosity of spirit.

This is the most fixed decan of the three, indicating times of stability, humility and balancing the in and out flow of the material realm. This New Moon resonates with a need to take care of our emotional treasures by being mindful of what we give out in accordance to what we receive. The sixes being a number of stabilising through mutual exchange, here through this lunar activation, wants us - as a collective - to seek protection in exchange for comfort, to find a point of inertia where the body is aligned with it’s needs, where the capitalist urge to work the field, plow and sow, be productive is quietened and we bring consistency to the give/take balance of our physical resources. We can observe our work life, relationships, diets (i.e all that we ingest) to ensure that we are being fed the appropriate nutrients for our physical growth to be sustained.

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• Mutual nurturance.

• Reverent humility.

• Resourceful consistency.

☄. *. ⋆ Sabian Symbol ☄. *. ⋆

The sabian symbol triggered by this new moon is Taurus 11 (10°- 11°)

Rudhyar names this degree “A Womxn watering flowers in their garden”. The eleventh degree of Taurus activates a need to refine the ego (as indicated by James Burgess) to focus on embracing a more stabilised, rooted, grounded relationship to our growth.

☄. *. ⋆ What does Carl Jung say?☄. *. ⋆

C.G Jung associated all Earth signs to the “irrational” psychological function of Perception through the sensation of the body. He describes this function as being rooted in the physical, where our bodies are able to capture information, crystallise, through somatic sensations, environmental data. Our bodies are receptacles of all types of surrounding energies, often our vessel knows earlier than the mind, which is why this psychological function is said to be “irrational” as it does not respond to logic.

This Earthy eclipse wants us to land back in the body, to stand barefoot and notice our reaction to the ground, to gravity, to the heaviness of matter and its complex emotive capacity. This lunation will be an opportunity to let our somatic responses to our outer environments guide us in making major life decisions, to cut out certain bonds that are causing devastation to our inner worlds, and nurture those situations that bring us muscular ease and somatic softness.

Read your Horoscope ೃ⁀➷

In this month’s horoscope I will be calling north node/south node (or rahu/ketu) “the dragon” to keep it simple. But feel free to use this visualisation of the horned bull dragon with a scorpion’s tail (as mentioned here above) when reading your horoscopes. I’ll let your imagination do the rest! :)

DISCLAIMER: This month I am reading the celestial patterns through story, centered around the eclipse as the primary activation, Pluto and the Piscean stellium are also taken into account in these narrations. The style of writing is meant as a tool to stimulate the senses, activate the imaginal muscle and awaken the subconscious to these later symbols. I hope you enjoy :)


✎ “I am a magician of means.”

My body is loud with perceptive indications of imminent graceful dreaming. As I slip beyond the veil in nocturnal chants, unforeseen myriads of sumptuous aquatics, thunderous shoals of twirling creatures swim with the tides of my subconscious. Mermaids and deep-sea delicacies travelling through the sleep-scape. Messages from my ancestors to swim back to shore and let my strong legs reform after their oceanic escapade. As the iridescent scales turn to fleshly porousness, the hairs on my limbs are erect with sensual feeling. I am becoming embodied in a new way. The earth calls the soles of my feet to stand and meet the mud in divine embrace. Soft baby skin kissing fertile soils.

As the dragon awakens my material world, I develop the notion “what I own I share freely”. As I swiftly transform with humble reverence and rooted poise into my truest hybrid form, I become the inner seeker with heart in hand, soul under foot. I am a resourceful dreamer, a magician of means who is ready to slowly build upon my gifts.

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✎ “I wear a shawl made of wheat”

My wings are made of earthen myrrh and smell of cassia, my fragrance is by far the fairest in the land. I am a reflection of abundance. I notice how the other gazes upon my moist dewy flesh with curiosity, and, pass it by with carefree grounding. I wear a shawl made of wheat interwoven with budding lilacs. As I move through the land I unexpectedly meet an oasis of pleasing company, here a pond where water-lovers frolic in jovial embrace. These are my kin and they are offering me delectable treats, juicy grapes and refined potions that will heal all my ailments. I kneel to this glory and bow my head to such divine communing.

As the eclipse awakens the dragon and the year flows, my fellow comrades are my guides, they teach me to be fair and kind. I am here standing in reverence to the potential of my inclusion in community. I am ready to reintegrate with a smile upon my lips.

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✎ “my fairy wings are young”

I am the hermit who dreams of flying, my fairy wings are young, I barely knew they were here. As I turn my head back, I see the iridescent web of golden lace sprouting out of my shoulder blades. Here in this blind spot, place I rarely contemplate, my newborn anatomy is shaping, readying to spend the year fleshing itself out, expanding to eventually outgrow my limited vessel’s size. Back here is a vision, one of many splendours. I am peering through the leaves at a quaint cottage, fragrant lilacs have blossomed and are at their ripest, bountiful earth patch filled with foods. How could I have forgotten about this place? Just out of sight yet, ever present, sumptuous, dormant in my rear view, sending delicate fragrances to my awoken senses, close enough to reach. This is a place where the sky is not made of gaseous spectres but an ocean of watery shapes, moving liquids high up in the heavens, distorting the reflection of this natural oasis. The pleasantries are entertaining and coaxing out of me my essential gifts. These are my fuel with which to take flight.

As the eclipse sets ablaze my sleeping inner dragon, the spirit of my secret imaginings is readying for delivery. I let my lavish ideations, my spectacular contemplations lead the way this season. As the skies of my inner world swim with arrays of spellbinding echoes, I am attempting to depict who I will become. I soften my gaze within to this candid sight.



✎ “a hoard of bees flew in”

There is an open window. I can see just beyond the shadows of surrounding thorn bushes what seems to be a lake. There is a pontoon made of glass supporting a group of wanderers, lit with nocturnal glow. One has scaly flesh, the other a muscular build and the third a crown of pearls. There is a disturbing figure approaching them, fist forwards punching through the thick liquid atmosphere. I feel stimulated by this scene, this new culture rising, this emergent force that is so unfamiliar yet palatable. My comrades are sitting by me as we all muse over this aquatic intrigue. “Shall we go and take a swim?”. As I turn back to the friendly atmosphere I realise, my people are fervently grinning. There Is a sense of urgency here. We are sitting in a home filled with sunflowers, a hoard of bees flew in, through the hole in the wall, devouring the velvety yellow powder. The buzz in the air was, at times, louder than my own thoughts. There is a message ringing in my open ears asking me “Will you head forth as your people do?”

As the eclipse stirs the dormant dragon, my community and I gather around it. Here, I am urging to belong, to participate, to engage with their vibrant activations of spirit, their openness to new life, their wonderings and wanderings. I am inspired by my friendly fires, I am feeling the flow of adventure through their ignited-ness.

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✎ “chomping on daisies”

A field of slow grazers depicts the scene this year, lightly ridding the resourceful earth plane from it’s surface goods. Chomping on daisies, grass caught in their teeths. I forget how calming it is to watch a person work, to see them plow away at their skill, graceful and unbending. My attention to my craft is what I am reminded of. I sit on the bed of spring elation, I smell the green around me. It is the green I long for, that will fill my river banks with abundant species of stemmed beauty. The winding waters not too far a field makes this earth all the moister, all the more vivid. The sound of gushing currents over rocks is muted, somewhat distant. Much of this emoting is just beyond the pale of what I can see. I stretch my sight over the outer-edge of the land, the heat of the sun is deforming the horizon and yet I can see leaping fish and geysers erupting. These are gifts, blessings in fact from my past lovers, friends or families. I am reminded of the tenderness of the blessings I am given, that my response to them will echo out particular harmonies only to reverberate back again with more amplitude.

As the eclipse strikes my heavens, awakening the dragon in my mind’s eye, a new pathway unfolds. One where leaps and bounds can be made, using less physical and more metaphysical materia. The economy of my vitals is honoured in this burgeoning horizon. I am alive with sure footed inspiration.

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✎ “fairies dancing at their root”

Fantasy menagerie, contractual lover, emerging scales from another, slippery erotica…I am dancing in this dream. Amidst romantic visions, a studious thirst for resonant, delicate and authenticated soul-to-soul bonds enlivens in me. I am alive with this need in my nightly hours. Deep in dormancy, I am but a mere minute away from meeting my other in full embodied vulnerability. Suddenly I am torn from this liminal state, this illusion of enlightenment. I awaken in my sleepy day bed. I slowly turn my velvety neck imprinted with creased satin sheet markings. As I gaze outward through the open door, I am amazed at the bounty. Fruiting trees whirling with chirping dervishes, budding hawthorn bushes forming a green pathway leading far into the distance, fairies dancing at their root, forming daisy chains in the grass. The air is thick with a feeding frenzy, pollen like chrysalides floating in the gusts of wind. I am inspired by this earthen dream to rise, to place my early feet on the shaded soil. From here I walk on away from the known. Met with coldness is always a jolt out of the nightly haze, but this time it was just the ticket. The surge for re-encountering truth fills me, as the mirage of subterranean life dissipates. An angelic flurry tickles my toes. In hope, here, I stand at the threshold of a glistening dawn. I will meet the world anew. My innocence is re-enchanted. I am shedding my own self-limiting beliefs. I am wisened by my agency and thirst for divinely infused pleasure. I am vivacious, illuminated and welcome the world into my heart.

As the eclipse prizes open the door, I am met with an earthy dragon leading me away from familiar territories. From here I can leap. The deified dragon to which I fold, teaches me how to become the teacher, to devour what I learn and transmit with honour. I am now free to let go, to release those stingy encounters, past bonds, illusory connections and emerge into new ones, with more wisdom. I am becoming a disciple of earth knowledge, a seeker of authentic faith, a lover of the world.



✎ “I feel held by angelic forces”

There is a sensation of rigidity in the body that is blocking certain coagulant build ups from past lovers, situations, contracts. The need to exhale is powerful, leaving you heady with unseeded thought. The inner waters are swelling with desire for release. The pulse in my skin wants me to be free of these ties in my material realms. There is a whistling wind spiralling upwards in the space between spaces, pulling up the old fallen leaves from my winter into an over head spin. Here intermingling stories of ancient times, ones I no longer need to linger in my world. I need to be free from the weight of my co-dependent physicality and step into embodying tangible agency. I am leaning forward from my standing position, as though I could slide out of my seat. Here I am in suspense, engaging my core, gazing downward, as I realise my back is arched and my shoulders hunched, I remember to roll them back, to straighten, soften, let go and hold. There is a sting in my back, although I cannot cast away my eyes, I am imagining the birth of fine elfin wings taring my pores open, unwinding into the room. I can feel minute lace-like articulated webs expanding out of me casting a shadow over the scene. I feel held by angelic forces here, mid motion not falling but not quite resting. I notice the strength of my most vital resource, this body, this skin which contains my inner labyrinths, softening lightly to being airborne. Here energy is building and readying to be anchored as I watch the vortex of past pains, timelines that no longer serve me, disintegrate and fade.

As the eclipse awakens the dragon, all shared materia in my life, the possessions and greens imprinted with the fine print of past, perhaps uncompleted, terminated, mishandled, dishonoured contracts are asking to be release. This severing is the only way to allow new material to be seeded. I am thus becoming aware of the immense fertility of the soils before me, and the immeasurable potency of finally, boldly releasing those that are dried and lifeless.

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✎ “I was enlivened once again”

Something stirs in the West. The parts of me that are to be met through others are awakening. There is a strong scent of rosemary stimulating my desire for luxuriating in the sun. As I lay on the sweet-scented ground, I become porous to solar light, open to nocturnal welcoming. Here the day grows long, it pulls at the heart strings of time. I’m not sure who I am anymore. I look up at the skies and see a V shape of flying tamarind coloured, beaked angels. They are voicing their song, it echoes in the valley. There is wild mint growing beside my head. I wish I could tell what parts of me will help me stand, lying here in this state of vulnerability is not very agreeable to my nature. I am lost yet I do not want to be found. Just as this thought occurs to me, a shadowy figure arrives at my verdant bedside casting darkness over my shape. As I had been blinded by day it took me a while to adjust my retinas. My clarity of spirit lept in me as a face, oh so familiar smiled. This other is a reflection of those parts of me I had forgotten. As their face broke into deeper elation, my heart skipped a few beats and I was enlivened once again. My musculature felt fluid, stiffness disappearing. I moved my hips, my fingers and toes. I felt a hand beneath my back helping me to rise again. In a twirling dance of matter we met at equal height. Their half lit being was candid, I was nervous. The leaving of my frozen state ingratiated me with a warmth I could not remember existed. Herein lies the power for me, to be met with love.

As the eclipse stirs the head of the horned dragon, I reach out my hand and let it be held. I entrust my heart to other, and let myself be devoured by openness to love.

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✎ “I ate my origin”

As the night befalls the pillow, my head dives a little deeper. There is a land inside it. It is filled with all manner of ancient seeds. One of these is the one which I am called to find. It is with my senses that I may do so. In this pillow land I sink my finger tips into the masses of minute unhatched potential. The quest is for me to find the original seed of my birth, the origin of my body. In this database there is vital information to help me understand what I am to serve and how to ensure I am well enough to do so. Urgency rises in me as I move through cascades of falling bead like grains. I walk amidst seems like a desertscape of infinite dunes. I can see the potential here, I know I can find my way back to my core. Far stretching foothills pass, my breath shortens, chest tightens, the sweet fragrances occasionally bursting me into a sneeze. I am a mythical seeker and a sting is burning in me. I was getting hot although nothing was yet in sight, and as I turned a corner on the highest mount, a sharp burning sensation emanated in my palms, a ray of light erupted from one of the ridges. I dug in with my fiery limbs only to find a small floating grain cupped in vibrating energy crescent-like waves. A voice in me spoke. “Eat me and I will eat you”. I reached out and I ate my origin, the seed of my birth, I swallowed my blueprinted essence and let the alchemy take it’s course.

As the eclipse blinds me I can hear the dragon stirring in the beyond. It is calling me home, to uncover and find my rootedness, to inspire in me a devotional practice with the fundamental needs of my body, reminding me that my health is my currency, and that without it my purposeful desire to contribute to a conscious ecology, to leave a positive imprint is in fact impossible. .ೃ࿐


✎ “I use to love shoving my nose into flowers”

As I walk along a country lane verdant with greenery and fragrant hedgerows, I remember who I was as a child. I can visualise my face, the way my tiny hands moved, the way my muscles reacted to being looked at, how my eyes hesitated innocently in their little homes. Here I am. This is me… me in my most innocent form. I Imagine my child self erupting out from the side of a house, into a garden where flowers grow and bees are vivaciously buzzing around patterned petals. I use to love shoving my nose into flowers. As we catch sight of each other, the child stops and locks eyes with me. It occurs to me that I stand before myself. We both blink … and smile in synchrony. The smile is ours. It is the same. We can feel it in our hearts. The child feels truly seen, recognised. It is this forgotten part of me that lives deep inside, that is grinning, is full, is beaming with potential, is happy with who I have grown into, loves me with a gorgeous sense of joy. In an instant my vision child starts to run and charges toward me, my heart starts to race. I feel nervous as though the child could harm me somehow. Instead we collide with soft skin. We both smile together in such glee, we twirl around in each others arms, running off down a side alley cackling with connectivity, with soul understanding, with immense love. We stumble upon a pond around which a few children are playing, feet soaking in the warm glistening waters. One of them turns their gaze, It is a sibling or kin from my childhood. We both look over at them and wave. This person is someone who I have had much pain with, one I feel guilt and shame around, one who abandoned me, or who I abandoned. Either way there is a wound. But instead we laugh. The laughter in our gleaming eyes is the kind that makes the muscles behind my ears hurt. This is my best friend, my strongest ally, the one who is wise, who whispers sweet encouragement when I doubt myself, the one who reminds me of my gifts.

As the eclipse awakens my inner child’s dragon, I soften to my singing infinitely creative heart. I allow myself to be fertilised by the youngest most innocent parts of me. These parts will always be here in this abundant sensual paradise, waiting for me. I am ready to jump into warm luxurious embrace.

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✎ “It is hard to describe this joyful awakening”

I am standing in front of a fantastical house made of imaginal woven grass and irridescent earth, nestled in a glowing forest where horned deer wander freely, unafraid of my footsteps and hedgehogs burrow near my ankles. The tall trees cast many a shadow in this clearing. I arrive at a misshapen door and knock tentatively. I am greeted by a family of spritely mysterious beings, windged and feathery, all four of them smiling at me with wonky teeth. As I enter I remember, these are the people I love the most and here they are, all together again. This is what I desire to nurture, to cultivate, nothing else but this feeling of home with my chosen ones. I feel elated. My senses are sublimely ignited as we share the foods we have birthed from our fertile soils. We delect upon violet petals, sumptuous herbs, zingy fruits and crimson berries with gratitude. It is hard to describe this joyful awakening. I want to bask in this feeling of union in safe intimate space where rhythms are slow. We enjoy being in nearness. We are complete, satiated. Full with all that we could possibly ever need.

As the eclipse awakens the dragon laying dormant near the hearth of my home, I become aware once more of my senses and the sensations I feel in my cocoon. I remember to cherish this feeling and to not take for granted how much of my feelings my closest people know. To show gratitude, give love, share openly my feelings to those I love… Yes, I will try to reveal my heart little by little as the days go by.

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✎ “I feel a wave of opulent kindness”

There is a beating drum banging in my ear drums. My lips are moist today. I can feel droplets of evening dew forming on my face. I spent the night in the grass, lying in daisies letting the nocturnal rhythm take me, grow through me. I don’t know why I don’t do this more often. I roll my eyes from behind closed eyelids and softly open to dawn. Around me distant tones, familiar voices, chirping nightingales, kindred resonance echoing in the field. Here I lay still as approaching shadows surround me until I am entirely covered in darkness, three cloaked beings revealed three gentle faces. One, my past, two, my present, three, my future. I began to become aware of my body’s weight. The vessel I was born into feels anchored to these known territories, this land I have met before. I am familiar with the way it feels to be laying here. The crevices of my arms are filled with pools of new waters. I wonder where those liquids once were, a few days ago… in a grey cloud forming over head? Hanging on to the underbelly of a flying hawk? Falling off a leaf? In the gaping mouth of a leaping frog? I am covered in molecular otherness, sumptuous reminders of the fragmented-ness of this earthly plane. It occurs to me, how rich my mundane world truly is, frequented by multitudes, travelling atoms passing through this ordinary scene. My mind drops back into this darkened cove, where the trinity shadow of time encloses me. I turn to the figure from the past on the left. I am reminded of my pains and sorrows, those I have disappointed and have cracked me open at the seams… as soon as they appear in my mind they disappear, the cloaked shape disassembles into dust. I then angle my neck to the right where the future awaits. I see in the third unknown shapes, ones that remind me of glory, mysterious unravellings, wealth of an earthly kind… as soon as it is clear, the shapes fall away and drift into the ether. I then draw my focus forward to the present, the now.

As the eclipse awakens the dragon in my familiar grounds, My senses are in overdrive, I feel a wave of opulent kindness, graceful sensuality touching my heart, shameless and embodied. There is poise and a strength that calls me to rise. As I ascend to a vertical position, the thrice echoed question resounds: “Where will you go from here?”. I am breathing because I now know the answer. One step after the other I am swallowed by the impenetrable darkness a smile inside me, one of self-knowing.


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