Sea Goat Season

So.

Ok, I have a confession.

I have never liked Capricorn. 

Now now, please don't misunderstand me.
I love Capricorns. Some of my nearest and dearest humans are Capricorn Suns.
... but, the sign itself. Has just always rubbed me wrong.

Determined, stubborn, independent, business-oriented, politically invested, emotionally reclusive, secretly sensitive sea goat. 

My natal chart is ruled by centaurs and sea centaurs.
This sea goat business has always been off-putting to me.

I've been dreading this year’s Capricorn season, like you wouldn't believe.

The whole dance of Mercury retrograde conjunct Pluto in Capricorn has thrown everything for a loop.
Deep shadows meeting explosively backward communication in a sign of extreme emotional stubbornness.
A good time has been had by all, to be sure.

Now that the Sun has moved into the sea goat sign, the Moon is in Scorpio, and Chiron is sextile the Pluto/Mercury duo… our collective cauldron is really starting to bubble. 
It's a regular bayou cookout over here.

I may have mentioned, there’s a crazy transformation cross of epic proportions in the sky.

All cookouts and transformative crosses aside. I came upon something surprising today;
I am loving Capricorn season, thus far,
Wait, what?
That caught me off guard. 
This earthy, grounded, homey, take-no-shit attitude welling up within my chest is kinda sorta just exactly what the doctor ordered, at this particular place/time in the cosmic continuum.

While the world is spinning off into an ever more profound frenzy, trying in desperation to hold together that which no longer Serves, I'm just over here like “No, I refuse to participate in this bullshit. Let. It. Fall.”

Resistance truly is, futile.

This shift storm is happening whether we fight it or embrace it. Personally, I have no tolerance left for futile fighting.

There is a call going out through the ethers which reverberates in the very marrow of our bones.
The call is one of ending isolation.
Ending separation. Ending division.

The walls are crumbling. 
Let them, I say.

We are soooo much better off without them.

I know, I know.
This shit is terrifying. 
The chaos is building to a crescendo of intensity hitherto unknown. 
It looks like it's all falling apart. 
And, well... it is.
Underneath, though.
Beneath the cacophony of misdirection.
Beneath the miscommunication, and missed connections.
Beneath the half-digested, regurgitated wounding.
The song of faith is steadily rising.

"It all falls apart, falls right into place."

We are really, truly, seriously serious, coming home.

Your heart knows.
With a deep, bottomless, boundless kind of knowing.
Listen closely, and you can hear its soft, steady whisper. Singing “believe in us, choose love”.

There is magic in the air, Beloveds. 
There is majesty on the wing.
Breathe deeply into the pregnant potential of this moment.

This is our choice point. 
Prisoners or pioneers, what do you say?

Know this - Whatever you choose, it's all different, from here on out.
Also - Wherever we're going, we go together.

I am with you, Sisters.
I am with you, Brothers.
As you are with me.

I see you. 
I feel you. 

I love you. 
Always, and in all ways.
 

© EJB 2016

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