This article was posted by my dear Sister Moon on Facebook. It’s a good starting place for more exploration of the powerful Lunar Eclipse tomorrow.
The Lunar eclipse April 25 2013 is at 5º Scorpio on fixed star Gacrux in the Crucifix. The Lunar eclipse forms the backbone of a heavenly Kite aspect pattern and trines both Ceres & Neptune. Constellation Crux “ is said to give perseverance, but many burdens, trials and responsibilities, together with much suffering and many hardships.” It was called the Southern Cross long before it was associated with Christianity. The constellation signifies guidance in general and it’s stars are often found in occultists and astrologers. It is the cross of matter, signifying the four directions in the horoscope, the Ascendant/Descendant axis crossing the Midheaven/IC axis. This is an important eclipse because this small, but potent constellation will be reactivated on November 1 when we get the final hit of Uranus square Pluto and soon after with the Solar Eclipse of November 3.
The lunar eclipse usually brings endings and/or a culmination of a matter. This is so a new beginning can occur. Both lunar and solar eclipses are threshold points, birth and deaths. To me the lunar eclipse emphasises what you have to leave behind, so there is some melancholia about them. With solar eclipses you are so excited about your new start, you don’t even think about the old life that is ending. The crossroad point is even more acute with this lunar eclipse because of the influence of Gacrux. But that’s not all. The Lunar Eclipse is crossed by Ceres trine Neptune. Neptune is the self-sacrificing saviour Jesus. The victim/saviour who died on the cross. Of course the cross is connected with constellation Centaurus, which is Chiron and repeats the theme of sacrifice. Ceres trine Neptune unites the wisdom of the earth with the wisdom of the heavens. Moon conjunct Saturn materialises that which is spiritual, so this lunar eclipse is ultimately about making heaven work on earth.
Since the heaviest snow usually falls during the month of February, Native American tribes of the north and east most often called this month’s full moon the Full Snow Moon. Some tribes also referred to it as the Full Hunger Moon or Little Famine Moon, since harsh weather conditions in their areas made hunting very difficult. Forced to gnaw on bones and sip bone marrow soup for sustenance, the Cherokee named it the Full Bony Moon.
Around the globe, the Celts called February’s moon the Moon of Ice, while the more optimistic Chinese named it the Budding Moon in anticipation of spring.
WRITE your wishes
on the door
and come in.
in the pools of the harvest moon.
the handshake of the pumpkins.
There’s a wish
for every hazel nut?
There’s a hope
for every corn shock?
There’s a kiss
for every clumsy climbing shadow?
Clover and the bumblebees once,
high winds and November rain now.
for rough weather in November.
to sleep outdoors when May comes.
something useless to remember you by.
a sumach leaf from an Illinois hill.
In the faces marching in the firelog flickers,
In the fire music of wood singing to winter,
Make my face march through the purple and ashes.
Make me one of the fire singers to winter.
I don’t remember exactly when I first met you…only that you stood out like Howie Mandel. Wow. It was love at first site..my dearest Brother on the Path. Your personality filled the room and with a heart as big as Texas, I trusted you enough to stand in Circle with no fear.
You slaved tirelessly on Land, jumping in to help any in need; building cabins, hauling shit, mowing, roadwork, laughing with us and crying with us, thumping the Drum and dancing with us. We drank wine and talked into the night and stood together, in the rain, and tried to keep the fires burning.
My tears are for myself because I feel the loss of a great man in our Community. I know that you are in the Summerlands now, without the pain and suffering your body went through these last years. You have discovered the mystery, and wait with that funky grin for us to join you.
RIP Hawk. RIP.
Once more, in this season of Harvest and of death and dying, I find myself a dealing with death. I hear the Mother’s voice, and know that it is as it should be.