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Join me for a reflective journey towards the hypnotic gaze of the slowly emerging Water Dragon.  With Neptune now in Pisces, Mars driving deeper into his retroactive warrior ways, and Mercury about to do the same, there are many “watery themes” to discuss.  Lend an ear and learn a few astrological reasons of why you may be feeling the way you are….

Love,

sOma

Holestoheavens.com

Kosmognosis@gmail.com

Music:

Kayla Scintilla: Shimmer (behind poem)

Pearl Jam: Just breathe (the break)

Trevor Hall: The Return (end)

Art: Water Dragon by Andrew Jones

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..this, I wrote out of neccessity, at the end of my recent trip to Costa Rica!

(it is much better read aloud.  I will do so on my next podcast…..)

Every 165 years you return

to your home of Pisces

Welcome home neptune

PUra vida mon

Twanis

achaceta

…I wonder: What is your agenda for the collective this time?

 

Drunk on dreams of costa

envisioning

new work, new environment, new people–languages

your illusion felt stronger ever

hopes for better days

soon turning into haze

…i ask: Neptune, Is there even room for hope? Or is there only truth?

 

On the day of your return

WE arrive to the mysterious dia as your blizzard looms over head

bringing fear of the inevitable

but it wasn’t the blizzard–or tlaloc, no

it was the pilot with expired passport that delayed departure

flight canceled, delirious late night scramble, a defeated black & white return “home”

stranded for days

…I ask: Neptune, why must I always wait?

 

Finally, into Pura vida

thick tropical air, promises of unknown things

rumors of the tide

red tide

doomed and looming to come true

…I ask: Neptune, what is the true state of your waters?

 

Nicoya Penisula, Cabuya, Montefuma

dusty dirt roads, tico dready artisans, and howler monkey’s

the nightmare weavers

(ooooooaaaaahhhhhooooowwwwwwww)

coupled by red tide manifest

marooned

fuck it, I’m jumping in

only to be attacked under full moon by blood thirsty shrimp

…I ask: Neptune, is this only the beginning of your truth?

 

Naked under pregnant moon

we walk too many kilometer’s home

avoiding both water and tico dangers

Questions arrive like bubbles in a boiling pot

slowly getting drenched by your superfluous mist

…I ask, Neptune, why are you so hard on me? Is it because you are on my south node, holding onto my tail?

 

Disenchanted without resource, we make plans for an exodus

running from virgo out of balance

your perfect opponent

for an early arrival to Uvita

site of Envision

a lil’ recon and r&R

yet, everything remains transparent, no solid ground

only heat, sweat, and perpetual challenge

…I ask: Neptune, Who is your relentless spirit?

 

soda to soda to bar and rest

we see gringo brains on the pavement,

truth?

rama rama rama, lets pretend to be friends

gong show

pipe show

just a lil bit of yandi to get us through the day,

no show

…I ask: Neptune, your intoxication seems to make everything so right. Am i wrong in thinking this?

 

Like birds of a feather they start to arrive

from all over the globe

tribe: the ones we’ve been waiting for

into the sultry atmosphere

hungry for new experience

transformation

vision

…I ask: neptune, are you taking us to the bottom of your endless abyss?

 

To the site of envision

bamboo bamboo and more bamboo, snakes and crocs in the slough, whale tales and dried up horses of the sea

syncronicity?

manifestation begins in the jungle in which we meet

danger around every corner in the heat

we build

…and I ask: Neptune, why are you stealing my energy I’ve been waiting to greet?

 

Under late Gemini moon the dance begins

lack of water, sweat lodge tents, dirty sounds,  drugs,  darkness

and a torn down bridge promising the sea

leaving only danger and folly

where did my smile go? My love?

Kali goddess?

…I ask: Neptune, How do I heal this weary heart seemingly broken apart?

 

under cancer lover’s moon she greets me

from chile to russia, cali to Qu be qua

hearts reconnecting to mine

reminders

helping loosen the knots and to make new ones

…I ask: Neptune, Why can’t everyone understand divine love? Compassion and compersion?

 

Cracked earth tongue, empty adrenals shooting

calling for an early departure

no stars, no service, nobody gets to receive my gifts

I go on haitus

a walk into nothing

I find nothing

praying for nothing….well maybe comfort

doubt infecting

I ask: Neptune, How much more can I actually take?

 

Late night scramble for recharge

this place, that place, any place

where is the ac, the egyptian cotton, the soft body?

nowhere that night

just an hour before the sun greets the day,

a stop to sleep on the side of jungle road

bloodshot eyes

fingers crossed for a healing dream

…I ask: Neptune, what the fuck am I learning?

 

cop knuckles on the dawning window pane,

sunrise wakeup call

“This is a dangerous place gringo, you should go…”

“yes officer” (but where?)

“tis Festival imperial!!!”

In the nearest hotel we get our room

finally

and are greeted by hanous vomit fumes

a burn of palo santo

into unfettered rest and pitch black dreamscape

…I ask: Neptune, where do you get your sense of humor?

 

To your mystical beaches of manuel antonio

amped with “hope” of healing and soft embrace

the envisionary vortex grabs our spirits once again

fame, glory, and forever Dionysian release

spinning

shivering on a mansion’s floor

Dominical’s ironic gift

…I ask: Neptune, Why is it that I’m starting to lose my faith?

 

If that monkey could speak, he would say, “human fool”

If that iguana had only two legs, he would no longer be cool

the tucan sings and the strange coon eats cookie’s from the tourist’s greedy palm

a false shark appears

triggering yet another question for you

I ask: Neptune, What is really real?

 

Final days of this Pura vida SHIT

this radio station brings comfort through the temple of the dog

I’m going hungry

the envisionary vortex grabs our tails one last time

stranded backpacks, changing artifacts, and cracked computer screens

new friends always appear

in converted buses

as the leo moon goes void into Virgo

waiting for its full fruition

the portal opens and the party ends

…I ask: Neptune, How do they do it? How could I ever?

 

midday bus to san jose

finally a moment to reflect

to write

kaminanda pumps sonic bubbles in this poetic mind state

fighting vertigo,

knowing the plane will be a better place for polishing

…I ask: Neptune, Is this all you wanted?

Poetry?

 

Under full virgo moon

alejuela

mars’ red eye to the left

hours of traffic stifle the flow

just before being swindled and had

by a coked and snifeling tico…

of course

it never ends

it never ends

this energy persists into the airport

it never ends

take it all

I have nothing more

Only my questions for you,

Neptune!

I ask: Have I got it?

 

falling to me knees,

hands out stretched

sobbing into your formless eyes

I ask again: Have I got it?

 

Every 165 years you return

to your home of Pisces

Welcome home neptune

PUra vida mon

Twanis

achaceta

 

…I still wonder: What is your agenda for the collective?

 

(the crashing sound of the ocean reverberating forever…)

 

:::::::::: And so, now the Haitus has ended, I am now fully open for sessions and teachings.  Visit my site (Holestoheavens.com) to see all of my new offerings on the Service page.::::::::::

Love and Blessings,

sOma

Kosmognosis@gmail.com

featured image by Andrew Jones

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Take a peek with me through this mystical lens of the Pisces New Moon.  A cosmic offering allowing us all to “spiritualize” our lives by aligning to what is “true.” I talk about this lunation cycle, the fixed star Fomalhaut, all of the other planets in the sky, and much more.  Hope you enjoy!

Pura vida!

sOma

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art: Josh Davis

Music: Xavier Rudd and Lykke Li

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Looking at Death transits is one of the most fascinating aspects of Astrology to me.  Through the transits to a person’s natal chart you can distill all of the aspects which weakened a person’s vital life force. In Whitney’s case, it is no exception to this rule.  She was found dead Saturday afternoon in her hotel room at the Beverly Hilton.  Cause of death still undetermined, yet, speculation speaks to a potential combination of xanax/alcohol and then drowning in a bathtub.  Let’s take a peak through the Astrological lens in the attempt to find out potentially what it was without an autopsy report.

Here are the transits for that day:

(sorry about the blurriness and size; I couldn’t seem to change it.  Hopefully you can zoom. If not, go HERE)

When looking at a Death chart, it is always important to look for 3 main aspects:

1. Transits in the 8th house and the activity of its ruler: The House of “Death”

2. Transits in the 6th house and the activity of its ruler: The House of “Healing”

3. Important planetary returns happening: Cycles ending and beginning

In Whitney’s case, all 3 are highlighted.  First of all, Saturn has been transiting in her 8th house for the last 2 years, having opposed her Moon/Jupiter conjunction and squaring the Nodes of the Moon.  This speaks to karmic–even fated evolutionary lessons–and emotional challenges to an intense degree. The ruler of her 8th house (what facillates Death and Rebirth) is Venus.  Venus had recently moved into Aries to form a conjunction with Uranus (sudden trauma) and opposed her Mars just a day or so before her death. It all speaks to potential accidents (Mars in combination with Uranus via transit being triggered by Venus–the ruler of her 8th house–is an accident signature).

…just one aspect like this isn’t enough to cause death though (I would never predict such a thing).  There has got to be more.

Now we look to the 6th house where we find her Sun and Uranus natally.  Her Sun in Leo rules her 6th house, meaning part of the Self-actualization of her Spirit (Sun) is to learn how to take good care of her body, mind, and spirit.  Via transit, the Sun is found in her 12th house just a few days away from her Saturn and a week after her Sun/Sun opposition (always a challenge for a person in my opinion).  This transit happens every year because the Sun moves around the chart every year, but you can definitely see a foundation being built.  When the Sun illuminates Saturn, it is like a beam of light coming down from the sky showing all of the most challenging karmas we are carrying in our Soul.  The 12th house relates to escapism and drug use.  See where this is going?

….Then we look to important returns

There is nothing exact but there are looming returns in 3 places which relate strongly to the theme we are dealing with.

1. Chiron’s return (you can see Chiron just a few degrees away from her Pisces Asc).  The Ascendant relates to vitality, the body, and our will to live.  Chiron, sometimes deemed “the wounded healer,” brings forth some of the most painful energies in our being.  This becomes readily apparent when he returns to himself around age 50. She was 48!

2. Jupiter’s return which happened last Spring.  Jupiter has a 12 year cycle which relates to expansion and opportunities in life.  Interestingly enough, Jupiter seems to show up in some way in nearly every Death chart I look at. Perhaps an opportunity to try again…in another life?

3. Mars retrograde in Virgo.  Natally, Whitney has Mars in Libra in her 7th house. Mars was just degrees away from returning to himself before he went retrograde a month ago.  Collectively, we are all feeling this one.  When Mars goes retrograde, so too does our energy.  It’s in Virgo, so it relates to the health of our bodies, routines, and services.  Being that it is in her 7th house (the House of Love) it is my guess she was incredibly distraught and angry (Mars) about some dispute with another person–maybe a lover, maybe Bobby?

…the foundation is being built.  Do you see what I see?

Like playing Jenga, there is but one block you pull or add that can tip the whole tower. In Whitney’s case, it was the transiting Moon. Look to her 8th house (again, the House of Death) and you will see how the Moon had entered her 8th house just hours before she was found dead.  I would guess she moved into the afterlife the moment the Moon in Libra entered the house. That’s how these transit’s work.

Take all of this information and add it to the fact that not only was Chiron moving out of the 12th house, but Neptune just moved into Pisces as well, holding hands with Chiron. Feb 3rd was when Neptune moved into Pisces.  It relates to the end of hope and the beginning of truth.  It had been transiting through the house of addiction and escape for most of the 21st century for Whitney.  This coincides with many of the years of her addictions (though I will admit, I don’t know much about her life. This is just what I gathered). Sun and Mercury were also transiting this house in the hour of her passing!

My conclusion? Drugs and water (12th house themes).  I feel the suspicion of an unconscious stupor caused by drugs, leading to drowning is quite a likely outcome.

It always saddens me to here of a person passing.  But then again, it is such a beautiful moment also.  I’ll admit, a part of me even gets jealous.  This is such a cruel world at times…oOo

R.I.P Whitney.  You shined like a true Leo!

Love,
sOma

KOSMOGNOSIS@GMAIL.COM
(if you would like to set up a reading or ask a question)

www.Holestoheavens.com

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“Prometheus is reaching out for the stars with an empty grin on his face.”

Arthur Koestler 

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely”

Carl Gustav Jung 

 

…Adrift.  Roaming new territories we probe sporadically for a sense of safety.  Yet, we find that there is nothing…except the stars! The stars–like forever mother’s and father’s– never let us down….

 

Venus is now in Aries is holding hands with Uranus (via conjunction) at 2 degrees of Aries.  Having drifted through her exalted sign of Pisces over the past month, she now grabs for fire to create the vision she was granted within her starlight dip within the Divine ocean.  It’s an interesting contrast between Pisces and Aries for the Goddess of Beauty.  In Pisces she is said to be strongest (exalted) because of the feeling of Divine love inherent within the Archetype; she is said to be “in detriment” in Aries because it is the sign of Mars, her opposite.  Perhaps the fireballs of new life and instinctual drive tend to overwhelm and dry up, even overwhelm her sensitive nature. Whatever the case, she is there now and she is merging energies with the Promethean impulses of Uranus.  With empty grins on our faces, we stare into the stars–into ourselves–to accept ourselves completely–with or without a lover by our side.  This is a time of radical self honesty. Dare to be alone.  To reflect.  And remember.

 

 

Culture shocked:

Whenever I travel to a new spot, there seems to be three phases I experience:

1. Giddy excitement due to the novelty of the experience……followed by:
2. A hollow void of nothingness–especially when language barriers are present!…..followed by:
3. Complete clarity of purpose.

 

Having just arrived in Costa Rica for my “working vacation,” I must say, this trip is no exception.  The void hit hard yesterday. Funny, because it occurred side by side with Venus moving into Aries.  In reflecting on Venus’s passage through Pisces (mid Jan) into Aries (yesterday) I realized something profound: This entire trip, in all it’s magic, began to bloom when Venus moved into Pisces.  Now that she has left Pisces and entered Aries, the new life, the novel energies have become manifest.  mMmmmm….Now, think back to mid Jan for yourself, and reflect.  What kind of dream began to marinate back then? What is becoming manifest now?

Being that Venus is also conjunct Uranus in this moment I am writing, it is no wonder that I am failing at prying myself away from the computer (Uranus).  It is a crutch.  A sense of security from my “other life.” It allows me to continue on with my creative process (Venus) and give me radical reflection on my current state (Uranus).  It also brings me connection via email, facebook, and skype.  Luckily, we live in an advanced human reality where we get to stay connected wherever on the planet we are.  Pretty special.  It allows for this process to be much easier on the heart and mind.  Imagining what it would be like 100 years ago, to leave all of those you love and are learning to love, to completely disconnect from the reality you have created….just imagining.  What a beautiful self created trauma that would have been.  And it wasn’t that long ago.  We are so lucky. Totally connected through computers, ever evolving technological monkey’s. I reflect.

…speaking of monkey’s: Have you ever heard a Howler? Now that is some serious shamanic vocal technology.  Nightmare creators!

In the end, we are all alone.  We die alone.  It’s perfect.  Allow the stars to help you remember.  Be radical.  Individuate.  Take your heart to new places, separate from the old and known and move towards the novel.  Establish new relationships.  Redefine the ones you are in.  This is just another step of prep in the first quarter of 2012, making sure we are fully aligned to our truest Individuated state before the cosmic storms–whatever that means.  Don’t be afraid! You are love.  No need to look for it or attach to it in unhealthy ways.  Praise Venus! Praise Uranus! They are walking like weirdo’s in a strange world, talking in a bizarre tongue which nobody could possibly understand.  It’s perfect. They are reflecting, just as we are. May we all find “conclusions.”

…if you would like to know where this is happening in your own chart and how it is affecting you personaly, please contact me at KOSMOGNOSIS@GMAIL.COM.

Love,

sOma

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featured image: Krystaleyez

other image: Tarazan

 

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