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Sagittarius Singing
When the new moon entwines sun and moon together
it makes yin yang, one thrust of energy. When joined in the star
complex that our Mediterranean ancestors named Sagittarius, this
mingling energy is laughing with all the power of new potential
for exploration, as the Quester Jester jumps astride his horse and
aims like an arrow across the flaring aurora.
Bet you we wake up!
Sagittarius shifts our focus to “wide” to include the
whole horizon, all that is known and all that is sought. He is named
Archer not only so we follow the arc of his arrow forward but that
we honour the stretch of his pull back.
Sagittarius, clown that he is, is also the prince of philosophers.
He aims at enthroning ideal and iconoclast at once. The safety of
others is not his concern, but the victory of truth is.
What happens to the one energized by the Archer? Anyone who attempts
to forecast – whether military strategist or armchair astrologer
– is stupid. Energy is energy, as any nuclear physicist can
tell you. If you make a bomb with it, someone will want to detonate
it over The Enemy. If you make a hydro plant with it and light up
the world, someone will still nail you for the toxic waste you generated.
Never an arrow loosed without a twang back on the finger that held
it or the heart it penetrates.
But no matter what happens Sagittarius laughs, believing the fast
flame of foolery will purge all evil and light up the future into
which he gloriously gallops. We can only hope his hope will happen.
High of heart, ready for any adventure as long as its siren song
calls him beyond the known horizon, clown and captor of all hearts
willing or unwilling, poetic penetrator ready for vagina or Viagra,
this Only Begotten Son of Jupiter opens wide his own heart to the
possibility of all possibilities – and then calls us with
song or sermon to follow.
If this sounds crazy, it is. But he is a clown. He is Jimi Morrison.
And what would the world be without the zaniness of its constant
creators?
Jupiter knows!
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