31 Thursday Dec 2015
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Achernar, Belial, Bunjil, Canopus, Golgotha, Kaballah, Khandha, Moon Conjunct Jupiter, Naos, New Year, Solar Time
As the Moon and Jupiter will attest, it’s a long and winding road.
O Bunjil, watch over your creation in the coming year, while children sleep, we pray. Are you there?
And blue-white dwarf eternally opposed to Golgotha, Achernar the forgotten, in the shadow of supergiants Bunjil, Naos, Khandha and Canopus we will recognise you at last.
22 Tuesday Dec 2015
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Astrologer Moon, Capricorn, Christmas Moon, Confirmation Bias, Dream, Full Moon, Gemini, Southern Hemisphere Astrology
The star of expansion, Arcturus, is risen: it’s Christmas!
In every moment ‘I’ am a culture seething with sensations, visions and insights, habitual reactions, instincts and humours, wafts of conversation, snatches of song, smells of bowel. ‘I’ am saturated by others, including myself, and playing conscious and unconscious part in various social transformations, even sharing them, but this is all theoretical. The ground of my being is imaginal and aesthetic.
The Full Moon, back again, is drawn forward time and again to its immolation in sunlight. This is human artifice. Many hundreds of thousands of such renewals have played out in the psyche of imaginative Homo Sapiens, but only there. There are no phases on the Moon.
The human psyche is imaginal, and each human imagination is aesthetic. This fiction it creates, that the Moon exists in anguish: “This proto-feminine principle, the Sun, life itself to me, the source of all energy, light and time, all competition, necessity and utility, if she has a soul at all, does not nurture me in it. ‘We’ have a one-sided relationship. She bathes me in heat, but gratuitously. She barely feels my gravity. She tolerates me, exists without me, finds no essential beauty in me. Where lies the beauty of my reflection, in me? I don’t find it in her.”
This is not a campfire story. This is the confection of a solitary shepherd, a boy known to others, who presents himself to others, but with a self in orbit of the soul. The clock of the constellations chimes in the heart ravished by importance. And the Moon? Let him cleave to the human heart, for his orbit was the key our imagination used to unlock the neighbourhood of all stars in our ‘eternal’ emptiness of quantum nonlocality (or words to that effect–insert your own). The Sun of the seasons is a poor thing without him.
“…[Dream,] the most subjective and mystical of all mental phenomena, and a phenomenon more inclusive than the dreamer himself, because it allows him both to observe himself and to be at one with the universe.” Otto Rank, Psychology and the Soul.
In his arcane costume of skins and feathers he goes to sleep on a rock in a crag which offers some protection from predators. The stars are so bright they prick the skin. He dreams he is a great rock in space, hurtling around an unimaginably large ball inhabited by teeming millions of strange beings who worship him. He feels the caress of their eyes. Their hearts beat under his ribs. But a great power is vested in him by their perspective, the power not only of geometry, of phases and latitudes and azimuths, but as he soars up over their horizons he feels the power of calculus, the integrals and differentials of falling ever onwards, through ages of ice and ages of sand, now fast and close, now slow and far, in life and in death, but always falling, and always Now, forever.
A goat bleats in the dark, announcing the pulse of new life, and another Tomorrow.
This was the Astrologer’s dream—he who made the Sky—in Gemini one night, at Christmas, in the two thousand and sixteenth year of our Lord.
Personally, I reject a spiritual path that begins with the experience of suffering, or the compassion which arises from a perception of suffering as the ground of human existence. Cut to the chase, I reckon. If the path out of suffering leads through a direct realisation of emptiness, and that is immediately accessible as soon as you step outside your tent under a dark sky, as it was for the mystics who found the Everything and Nothing God of the religions of The Book, then that is where to begin, with the immensity of the universe in your tiny, virtual, infinite consciousness.
The expression, ‘Everything is connected to everything else’, is an analytical tool and a form of non-violent protest used to promote anything from vegetarianism and environmental sustainability to multiculturalism and the Middle Way.
Like everything it has three meanings. It means, ‘The material world of independent individuals is an illusion.’ It means, ‘Everything exists in a web of dependent origination, and every action and inaction, including thoughts, has an affect.’ And it means, ‘Everything is subject to fundamental laws which can be understood and used to transform things into more desirable things.’
“Believers in emptiness
Are incurable.”
Nagarjuna.
A parting gift: hesitate before you dismiss southern hemisphere astrology in favour of what ‘works’ according to other people, lest you languish in the inherited, non-imaginal prison of confirmation bias.
Have a good one!
Francis of Breamlea Station.
14 Monday Dec 2015
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The 5mB PDF formatted 2016 Melbourne Sky Calendar is available for free download or print at
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5UrGeMeNFdtVTRwLVhVR2RTMTg/view?usp=sharing
Download it to a stick and get Officeworks to print it 4 pages to a sheet of A3 card for about $35 AUD, and give it to the person who has absolutely everything.
Happy Christmas from Southern Hemisphere Astrology!
14 Monday Dec 2015
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As I have pointed out before, conventional astrological charts show east on the left because northern hemisphere natives are looking at the zodiac in the south. Their houses are numbered anticlockwise from there following the order of the signs—which rotate clockwise—despite the obvious error of placing the first house below the horizon.
The first planks upon which Southern Hemisphere Astrology is built are:
East is on the right and the sky rotates anticlockwise;
The houses number anticlockwise from the east;
Signs correspond to the season in which they are occupied by the Sun, and so Zodiac constellations carry the northern hemisphere’s opposite sign—ignoring the technical accuracy of placing the first 2.25° (currently) of each constellation in the previous sign, as demanded by a strict division of the year into four seasons, which we don’t have, full stop.
So next Sunday, a few days before the summer solstice, the Sun enters the SHA constellation of Sagittarius, which carries the northern hemisphere summer solstice sign of Cancer.
To give you a picture of the boundary, which transits at nightfall in September and daybreak in April:
I think it’s pretty obvious that this is a sidereal chart showing coordinates expressed in right ascension, as is the chart below. The precise correlation–and the difference is minimal, since equatorial and ecliptic coordinates measure from the same origin–between angles expressed in right ascension and the needlessly confusing angles of the ecliptic system is tabulated in the SHA 2016 Calendar, coming.
As alluded to by the Moon himself in the previous post, Southern Hemisphere Astrology gives primary focus to the Tenth House and the Imum Coeli, and not the Fourth and the Medium Coeli. I continue to choose pregnant silence on this choice, and let the resonances of dream and will, soul and ego, hidden and visible, empty and structural, ferment to your liking. However, it is obvious that polarities link not only the hemispheres above and below the horizon, but the southern and northern geographical hemispheres as well.
For example, note that when Sagittarius is at the Imum Coeli, and the natives are charging their batteries, the sign overhead on the northern meridian is Capricorn. Also note that in the projection above, the sky is rotating clockwise, as it does in the northern hemisphere. The Earth only spins one way, but the direction of the sky’s apparent motion depends on an observer’s orientation.
Incidentally, here is a mnemonic to remember or teach the order of the Zodiac: Gurus Can Loathe Very Little Signs Of Spiritual Change And Preach A Totality. The ‘O’ represents Ophiuchus, and ‘A’ for Aries is appropriately the first letter of our alphabet.
11 Friday Dec 2015
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Without further ado, here is the Southern Hemisphere Astrology Moon Chart for 2016.You can download it in PDF format at https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5UrGeMeNFdtamFYbmFaa0ZvT2s/view?usp=sharing
Readers of SHA are given notice that we will henceforth cease the craven practice of using Northern symbols for the nodes of the lunar orbit. The upward half-loop indicates ‘above’, and symbolises in conventional northern hemisphere astrology the moment the Moon’s orbit carries it above the path of the Sun. At that moment in the south the Moon is heading downwards, so naturally the downward half-loop is fitting. An end to mystifying symbols! The symbols used in the Moon Chart show us immediately which way the Moon is heading in our view of things.
[I doubt that many people need more specific information than is shown in the chart, but comprehensive predictions of phase times and locations and much else will be available for free download in a few days, as an “emu up a gum-tree”, in the form of the 2016 Post-Humanist Melbourne Sky Calendar.]
08 Tuesday Dec 2015
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“Zwei Seelen wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust,
Die eine will sich von der andern trennen;
Die eine hält, in derber Liebeslust,
Sich an die Welt mit klammernden Organen;
Die andre hebt gewaltsam sich vom Dust
Zu den Gefilden hoher Ahnen.
O gibt es Geister in der Luft,
Die zwischen Erd und Himmel herrschend weben
So steiget nieder aus dem goldnen Duft
Und führt mich weg zu neuem, buntem Leben!”
“Two souls alas! are dwelling in my breast;
And each is fain to leave its brother.
The one, fast clinging, to the world adheres
With clutching organs, in love’s sturdy lust;
The other strongly lifts itself from dust
To yonder high, ancestral spheres.
Oh, are there spirits hovering near,
That ruling weave, twixt earth and heaven are rife,
Descend! come from the golden atmosphere
And lead me hence to new and varied life!”
Goethe, Faust Part I, Scene II, 1112ff (trans. G.M. Priest).
“There is a presentation of angles in Southern Hemisphere Astrology with which I am decidedly comfortable, in which sleeping or restorative hours form the crown, laced to past and future horizons by some oriental snakes and ladders scheme of realisation like fingers of Mickey Mouse interlinking with the usual three-fingered hand of the visible sky, as though in some configuration of human elements it might still be possible to live a dream, for consciousness to remain a mysterious sacred manifestation of emptiness, of the divine unborn immortal, and for reality to be a tumult of sleepwalkers bumping into one another.
Tonight, people have been rushing in and out, if you can describe the lurching of a demented household of Norwegian grandees and dowagers, all related, as rushing, apparently with some sort of historical role in a register of navigation messages, certainly involving a lot of fuss in their correct filing, but when I try to help one curiously controlling and definitely imposing creature dressed for an eighteenth-century funeral, there is inordinate difficulty in finding which handbag the file has been stuffed in, and no time for actually reading the message, although I believe it is in English, or even Middle English, because later a message in Norwegian has to be handled differently, spiked on the other side of the room, and that is when quite a lot of attention becomes focussed on my study notes for tomorrow’s northern lunistice, on the orbital elements of emptiness, which are getting mixed up with messages, and according to the authority figure, a grand hag who seems to know everything going on, and not for the first time has her eyes on me, as in the moment I shifted my gaze from a waft of her elderly daughter’s skeletal décolletage in black crepe, the dreadful senility of her brother is to blame, but that doesn’t stop the indignation of her newly arrived youngest son and friend in their seventies, who try to restore some coherence to the process which indeed seems to have some importance, as do I, because a certain unpleasantness has developed between us and I seem to have made as if to strike or shove one of them, in defending myself against a retaliation to something from years ago, or simply the existence of my notes.
But a beguiling group I must say, and here we are on the right floor and the guest-room is 6e, and not only must I share with these two enemies, but smoking on the balcony affords a stupendous view of what all the fuss is about, no shipping visible but monstrous seas hurling themselves against the ramparts under a huge and ragged sky.
Around midday I awaken to a resurgence of irrepressible pain from the compression fracture in my spine and have to write this down, because there really is a lot going on in the world at the moment, and a fresh perspective might after all be helpful, but of course you miss having everything at your fingertips to make a coffee, and a weird thing is happening as I struggle with unfamiliar packaging on the 25g packet of tobacco, a fruitless search for whose 50g line normally stocked the community-spirited checkout girl had devoted so much effort, until with blurred vision I make out not Champion Gold but Winfield Cold, or some such.
Earthlings! Once again I have accommodated their insane mechanistic solution to the problem of the meaning of a purely material existence, and once again in every individual eye I have seen myself swimming on the surface of death.”
Sleepwalkers train themselves not to disturb others lest the disturbance awaken them. The real danger is the person who is awake, and therefore dead, with only a structural awareness of reality as something which contains everything or everything which contains nothing. This person knows what a dream looks like: sleep. If you are truly alive in an empty universe, if you can imagine something out of nothing, you are dreaming. If you cannot live in a multiverse of dreams, you are awake.
This is focus; this is avoidance: the subject of the notes in question, if they have not been lost.
Southern Hemisphere Astrology 