Cosmic Footprints Wanna Write


2010 in one word

2010-10-29 16:13:43 lynn-staudacher

Written in October, 2010 by Lynn Staudacher
Here we are almost to the end of the 10th month of 2010 and I’m ready to summarize the top news stories of this year with one word: Underground.
(Reminds me of the famous scene in the movie, The Graduate, where a character summarized a career path for Benjamin, played by Dustin Hoffman. “Plastics!”, he shouts.)
And I shout “Underground”.   Not the London subway, but something very Plutonian, something very underground.
Pluto, the demoted planet, is very much alive and well. Ask anyone going through a Pluto transit now, especially if you are a Cardinal sign—Aries, Cancer, Libra and Capricorn.
Your Cardinal Sun is being hit quite hard now with a conjunction, opposition or square to Pluto, Saturn, Uranus and Jupiter—if you are born March 21 thru April 1; June 21 thru July 1, September 21 thru October 1, and December 21 thru January 1, you know that there is something happening inside you, within you, underneath you which is inexorably changing your life forever.
Pluto, the god of the underworld, rules everything about that world we don’t or won’t see. Think of it as anything in our psyche that we push under—‘I don’t wanna think about…’ Might sound like Denial, but it’s really more than that. Denial is passive but Pluto transits transform Denial into something active. We actively push down that which we want to hide, what we want to disappear from our life, but like the beach ball that we try to push under, it comes back, in our face.
As an added ingredient in making sense of 2010 as our Metaphoric Underground, the 3 big stories of 2010 involve the 4 elements: Fire, Air, Earth and Water.
The 2010 eruptions of the volcano in Iceland Eyjafjallajökull caused enormous disruption to air travel across western and northern Europe over an initial period of six days in April 2010. Additional disruption continued into May 2010.
We know that volcanoes are caused by shifts and changes in the tectonic plates of the Earth’s core so that the Earth actually belches out steam (air) and magma (fire). The power and magnitude of this volcano’s eruption closed down air travel in the Western World.
When Big Change is about to happen with the Earth, the tectonic plates shift to open up as volcanic spewing, sometimes even giving birth to an island. Note that the Icelandic volcano as the initiating event in this story, pointing to the change about to take place with the Cardinal (Sign) Drama in the summer of 2010.
According to Wikipedia, The Deepwater Horizon oil spill (also referred to as the BP oil spill) in the Gulf of Mexico flowed for three months in 2010—April 20, 2010 to the capping of the well on July 15, 2010. It is the largest accidental marine oil spill in the history of the petroleum industry.
Looking at the chart of April 20, 2010, set for the event in the Gulf, we see a magnificent Yod, the Sun at 0 degrees  Taurus, the earth-fixed sign, sextile to Chiron, the Healer of Wounds at 0.0 degrees Pisces, mutable-water. And the apex of the yod is Saturn (authority and great lessons to be learned) opposing Uranus (accidental conditions, rebelliousness) at the midpoint between Chiron and the Sun.
As the investigation into the causes of the oil spill unfolded, we found out these 4 astrological symbols and the archetypes within them told the story, elegantly and with purpose because a symbol, like a picture, is worth a thousand words.
Although the bursting of the underground well was accidental (Uranus), we find that BP had been guilty of over 700 infractions against the law, that they cut corners and ignored warnings (rebelliousness of Uranus) about the well and other drilling attempts. And so what opposes this rebellious accident is Saturn (difficult lessons to be learned) from the Earth (Taurus) and Chiron (continual wounding of our Earth by piercing into the very core to drill for oil).
What is Plutonian or pushed underground about this incident? We continue to feed our addiction to oil to power our autos when we could be researching better ways to discover power without hurting—drilling into—our Mother Earth. And today, October 28, 2010, CNN reports that BP and Halliburton knew of potential flaws in cement slurry used in the Gulf oil well before it exploded, and they failed to act, according to the lead investigator’s letter.
For 69 days, from August 5, 2010 to the last miner rescued on October 13, 2010 in Copiapo, Chile, the 33 underground miners were our metaphoric equivalent of being trapped in the underworld, Pluto’s realm. Trapped is the astrological equivalent of being ‘squared’ and to be trapped in the earth must be a metaphoric death, like being buried alive.
Look at the chart for August 6, 2010, set for Copiapo, Chile and you see the Cardinal Drama of the Summer of 2010. This was the first full day that the miners knew they were trapped.
We see Jupiter and Uranus at 3 and 0 degrees Aries respectively, squaring Pluto at 3 degrees Capricorn, squaring Venus, Saturn and Mars at 0, 1 and 5 degrees Libra, squaring the Moon at 3 degrees Cancer. An emphatically tight Cardinal Cross with 4 points and 7 heavenly bodies.
The 7 key members of the miners are mentioned along with their ages in the article in Wikipedia. Six of the seven are having major life transits: one at age 29, his Saturn Return, one at age 40, his Uranus opposition, one at age 63, his Uranus trine Uranus.
One of the key members is age 50, going through his Chiron Return and synchronistically acted as the doctor-medic-healer of the group. (Chiron was a doctor-healer.) Two others are 54, going through their 2nd progressed Moon returns. The only remaining member not positively stained with a life-changing transit is the 31 year old, but I’d place a bet that he was a Cardinal Sign!
According to news reports, the mine’s owners ignored warnings and lawsuits concerning unsafe working conditions in its mines for years and 8 workers have died at the mine in the last 12 years. Between 2004 and 2010, the company received 42 fines for breaching safety regulations.
Like the BP Oil Spill, the whole world was watching, as the corporations (Saturn) thumbed their nose (Uranus) at regulations to put their workers at risk. And with the Cardinal Climax of the summer of 2010 to high-light and underline this event in Earth, what was being pushed under (Pluto) could no longer be hidden.
And so, every element, Fire, Air, Earth and Water appears to underline the truth of the Underground Around the World, how we cannot push it under anymore, how we need to pay attention to what we don’t want to think about.
What I wonder is how many other secrets and lies are pushed under that we will not find out about until it is too late.
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2010-07-31 18:27:37 lynn-staudacher

July 31 2010
Today, while I was cleaning out my dishes-glasses cabinet, I found one glass in the back of the cabinet, looked inside, noticed it was dusty, put on my glasses to see if it needed to be washed.

There, in the bottom of the glass was a spider. He’d spun a web from the bottom of the glass to the side, where there’s a glass lip, so your ice cubes in the drink don’t touch your lips.

Anyway, here is a spider the size of a pencil eraser, and that includes his legs! What I thought was dust was his web he’d been spinning for how long. I took the glass with Mr. Spider motionless, inside the glass, outside to my porch, wanting to set him free. But first, I had to sit down and watch him and marvel at the fact that he’d climbed to the back of the 6th shelf of my cabinet and homesteaded inside this glass. How long, I wanted to ask him, did it take?

Did you enter from the back door of my apartment? If so, you had to climb 2 flights of stairs to enter at a moment when I was entering or leaving my apartment, to water plants on the porch maybe or take out the garbage.

Or perhaps you came thru a hole in a screen. There is a screen like that in my living room which has a hole-like flap so the cats can go in and out and take catnaps on the front porch. But if he came through that screen hole, he would have had to walk the people equivalent of a few city blocks to get to the kitchen and then trek up to the 6th shelf in the back.

So I’m out on the back porch with him now, saying
“It’s time for you to go outside and find someplace in nature to live.”
I’m turning the glass upside down and rapping it vigorously against the wooden deck.
Mr. Spider is holding on for dear life.
“No, I’ve really come to love this one-room apartment on the 6th floor,” he pleads.

What I was struck by is his determination. If you want to do/be/go/have something, all you need is his focus, his solid plodding, one spider step at a time. And so I wondered, why Mr. Spider, are you in my life at this moment? I saw him as part of my own personal hologram, as the cell is to the Universe.  And that made me think what do I want in life enough to be determined enough to get it.

And I silently thanked him. Because I knew what I had to do next.

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Thunder and Lightning Woweeeeeeee

2010-06-26 21:40:13 lynn-staudacher

Take a look at this
A fabulous picture of lightning striking the 3 tallest buildings in Chicago:
From left to right: The Hancock, the Aon building (once called the SOB or Standard Oil Building) and the Willis Building (once called the Sears Tower).
In Chicago, where I live, there was so much thunder and lightning around 4:30 am this morning of a Grand Cross Cardinal Lunar eclipse of June 26, 2010, that I woke up. So much light I thought it was morning.
I thought that Thor himself was sitting on my rooftop.

Of course, as an astrologer, I wondered about this thunder-lightning-rainstorm show and how close to the actual moment of exactitude to this POWerful eclipse, which, as it turns out, was 6:30 am, just as the Sun was rising and the Moon was setting.
The Moon of this Lunar Eclipse at 4 Capricorn was exactly conjoined to Pluto. Square to the Pluto-Moon, the hard taskmaster Saturn at the bottom of the chart. And at the top, and opposing Saturn was the Jupiter-Uranus conjunction in Aries.

Uranus is the Great Awakener, whose sign is 2 lightning bolts that some people mistake for water. Uranus, the higher octave of Mercury, the messenger of the gods, ran on foot with the news. Uranus is the archetypal equivalent of e-mail or texting or Twitter, an electronic techie lightning fast 21st century equivalent of Mercury. And with Jupiter, the biggest planet and king of the gods, conjoined with Uranus, we have Awakened Lightning conjoined to the concept of Big-Bigger-Biggest-most Powerful.

This eclipse is part of the drumbeat to what astrologers around the world are calling ‘The Cardinal Climax’ or ‘Cardinal Drama’. Cardinal signs begin the seasons in the Northern Hemisphere and are associated with beginning, initiating, finding a new path before anyone else does.
Jupiter and Uranus are now conjunct in explosive Mars-ruled Aries, Saturn will be moving to Venus-ruled Libra July 22, Pluto has been slowly moving through Saturn-ruled Capricorn since January 2008, setting up an earth-moving difficult configuration called a T-square.
We have not seen the likes of these many planets in Cardinal signs since August of 1989 to August 1990, when the Berlin wall fell. And many are outer planets that are in stressful aspect to one another; Pluto and Uranus are the slowest movers of the group and they are in a difficult square (boxed in, painted into a corner). Saturn spends about 2 ½ years in a sign and Jupiter spends 1 year in a sign. The Pluto-Uranus square has not been seen since the Depression in the early 1930’s.

This eclipse is only 2 degrees off my natal Mercury, which Pluto is stimulating now, which must be the reason for me having all this internal push to finally begin my blogging.

The Solar Eclipse on July 11, 2010 is just a few minutes from my North Node, the place in the chart which points to your calling, purpose, destiny. So I had to be metaphorically struck with lightning and awoken by thunder to start my blogging career. Finally.

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2010-06-02 16:01:01 lynn-staudacher

By Lynn Staudacher

Today at my garage demolition, Eileen, my next door neighbor appeared, wearing a new turban. I imagined her pulling it onto her bald head like when I pull on a winter hat when I’m shoveling snow. Except hers is for pride and mine is for warmth.

She carried her mug of coffee and looked amazingly thin.  Looking at her, I figured the chemo had taken its toll.  It was July or August of last summer when she told me over the fence “they discovered a lump. I’ve been in remission for the last eleven years and now…”  The way she looked at me straight in the eye I knew.  A year. Tops.

“Now I’m going for another checkup and they’ll decide if I need to start chemo.”

I knew from that look of hers. She’d never really looked me straight in the eye.  She’d be weeding and I’d be weeding or transplanting and she’d do that over-the-fence-talk that neighbors do—“what are those pretty little pink things you planted there?”

“Sweet William”.
Or “What’s the name of those red flowers?”
“Monarda, bee balm.”
“Oh, I don’t like bees.  I’m allergic.  Bee bomb.  Bomb the bees.”
“No, it’s balm.”  I overpronounced the “L” in balm the way I say Palm-er Square where we live.
“Pallllllllll-mer, bee balllllllm.  The smell is like a lotion, a balm—bees love it.  Butterflies too.” I said.
“Oh good, it’s OK with me as long as it brings butterflies.”
“How about if I dig up some of these for you—plant them and see how they grow in your yard.”

And so, for the past few years, we’ve been passing cuttings and seeds over the fence to one another, cross pollinating our gardens. Eileen  plants marigolds and impatiens, geraniums and petunias.  The world of perennials is mostly a mystery to her.  She didn’t have much of a garden because her husband, Bill, had built one of those five foot tall circular swimming pools and it completely filled the yard space between their house and garage.

Looking down from my second story back porch landing, I’d see him floating in the aqua pool water on a yellow inflatable raft.  I’d see him floating, looking at the summer sky and he seemed, from my vantage point, completely blissful.  Probably the same high he got from alcohol although he’d been sober for years.  He founded the Logan Square AA branch which is where he dropped dead one Sunday two years ago.  Right after he stood on stage and said “My name is Bill and I’m an alcoholic.”  He dropped dead right then and there in front of everyone.

On that Sunday morning, the morning he dropped, I was cleaning up my front yard, sweeping the eternal detritus that blows across Palmer Square.  And Bill appears on his front steps at approximately 8:30 am in a white tux, tails and top hat—the whole costume.  The kind you’d wear to your second wedding.  I look up, I gasp a little.  He’s lean and stately, like a tall Fred Astaire.  I notice he’s wearing a matching Mickey Mouse cumberbund and bowtie.  I squint.  Somehow, it works.
“Hey Bill, you look splendid this fine morning.” I said.
“thanks, going to AA church.”
I mumbled a few other thing to him which, if you put a gun in my mouth and asked me to tell you what I said, what he said, well, you’d have to shoot me.

Later that afternoon, I saw Carol, their tenant sitting on the steps.
“Didja hear? Ol’ wild Bill dropped dead this morning right there at AA church.  Heart attack.  Went fast.”

I was surprised, no, I was shocked, the kind of shock when someone you know dies suddenly and you try to recall the last words you had with them.  I really did not know what to say.

“I am so sorry”, I blurted.  “Tell Eileen I’m so sorry for her.”

I ran up my stairs with my groceries and thought about Bill.
He was an elegant tall man who never should have died at age 67.  Too young—looked too healthy.  He was a blue collar kind of laborer who after he retired was always fixing something around the house, kept active. But he was a little too crude for my tastes, a little gruff.  For Christmas one year their kids gave him a sign, which he hung near the doorbell, which prominently displayed a hand carved black bird. The sign proclaimed “Here lives an old buzzard and a nice old lady.”
That nice old lady, Eileen, was a round looking little grandma who weighed 190 or so when Bill dropped dead that day. And now, she’s standing in her yard, watching my garage wall, one by one, being crushed by a Streets and San Jaws of Death Volvo 800 tractor.
I want to ask her “Eileen, you look so thin.  I want to look like you.  How much did you lose? Was it all through chemo or did you diet? Does chemo work like diet pills or are you just sick and throw-uppy all the time?”
I don’t ask.
So I ask Carol later. “How much did Eileen lose?”
“Over a hundred pounds.”
“You mean she’s like 80 or 90 now?”
I didn’t know if I wanted to be that thin. But just for a moment, though, I’d love to weigh as much as an Olympic figure skater and buy my jeans in the ‘tweens department and not have to look at my butt in the full length mirror. But I do not want all that weight loss to come with a turban.
Carol is in my yard watching the demolition crew.  She knows everything that goes on in the neighborhood.  I swear she was a cat in her last lifetime and looked out her window and watched.
“See that house? They sell drugs on the porch. Late at night. And the black cat you feed in the morning, he sleeps under their porch.”
“How do you know all this?” I ask.
“I watch”, she says. Nodding her head and looking straight at the demolition crew. “I watch.”
I almost told her right then and there—Carol, you could be a writer.  But I don’t.
Instead I said, “You are really observant. You are the neighborhood newsletter.”
All Carol really wants is a full time job in Security somewhere, but at age 49 she has trouble being hired.
All I want is a little security now that my garage is torn down and hauled away and all is left is a cement slab, and my yard is vulnerable to anyone who wants to come in, from wild dogs to Mexican drug dealers.
I look at Eileen once more over the fence and see how small and frail she looks, her body more vulnerable than my yard.  I wonder if she will see next spring. I wonder if she will take down the Buzzard sign. I wonder if she will see her sweet William bloom again.

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