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​So much love in this piece!


There is so much happening in the current sky landscape and plenty of good information already out there, that I will focus this brief writing on two contrasting energies / archetypes that can serve each other and the human/collective psyche during these times.  Mostly this idea came to me with the reminder of the incredible / almost uncanny perfection that the dance of the cosmos and psyche tends to  constantly remind us off.   Often while we are having intense more challenging aspects there is a way in which the smaller and faster planets join in the configuration to bring some ease and movement forward.   As a teacher of mine says, the Capricorn energy is one step forward and three “apparently backward”, however, ideally three steps into the depths of the unknown and unconscious that will then leap the next step forward.  Easy to say and not so easy when we are in the depths of darkness…however, still available to us when the time is right. Currently this dance is showing itself with the Saturn / Pluto conjunction, in contrast with the Moon /Venus /Neptune alignment. (tonight and then just moon and venus the rest of the week)  
 
I don’t need to state the obvious of what dynamic times we are undergoing.  Our consciousness and world are being confronted with deep questions of life, death and rebirth at its core.  The sky story reflects structural and deeply transformative transits like the Saturn / Pluto conjunction going on currently to confront all previous structures inward and outward, as well as so much energy in Capricorn demanding that we stay awake, truthful and build from the core.  Even though, we each experience these configurations uniquely and according to  our own charts and life.   I will share some current thoughts regarding the Saturn / Pluto using the metaphor of birth.   

I didn’t have my own children but had the gift of being present in three births of friends of mine.   In all the births I witnessed, there was that moment when the contractions have been going on full force, the mother is exhausted, the team is exhausted, everybody knows there is something big about to happen because there is no going back as the baby is in the birth canal and we are speaking about a living being. And at the same time, "apparently nothing is happening" ... I remember sitting in that room during that hour or two where one of the mothers was given a rest before the big last round …everything was apparently absolutely still and yet I felt this incredible connection with the life force that was about to be birthed, its huge vulnerability in that moment, perhaps even already deep trauma imprint from so many hours … and yet, somewhere in all that, mother, child, creation and all of us sitting there had to trust that the birth of life would happen no matter what.   Even, along with the apparent reality of “nothing happening” … EVERYTHING was happening at the same time.   All of this, required such huge faith in the unknown and the cyclical process of life and death.  

Once the child was born, the mother’s eyes had a deep combination of utter exhaustion and extreme sensitivity from the 40 something hours of work and yet when she gazed at that precious new being the tenderness, love and rawness was the sweetest medicine to very slowly dissolve and soften the massive “trauma” they had just gone through.  With of course, so many other layers and textures.  Somehow this story, feels like a metaphor for exactly what we are undergoing collectively as well as some of us personally. As well as what I am sharing here regarding the archetypal  dance of the cosmos in the interaction between  planets which qualities are here to complement the other .
 
Some say that the transits have been preparing us for this time personally and as a collective, however, like it showed in the birth story: the exhaustion can be big, at times the hopelessness and despair weaves in, or the disorientation and mostly the huge unknown … And, at the same time,
the new birth of the child is going to happen no matter what.  And it will be tender, raw and transformative.   
We just don’t know how or when.    

As I witnessed the Moon/Venus/Neptune conjunction last night, I imagined and prayed to them as a softening blanket of he most exquisite love that could wrap itself all around humanity's heart, to elevate each of us into a heart moment of tender vulnerability, love and truth.  Not anything huge, just a deep breath where each of us can feel a moment of that intimate quietude with our inner being.  I remembered my friend holding her new born child and wondered how we could learn to do that with every inner place of contraction we go through and our earth is going through, and wrap it around in the same way Moon/Venus/Neptune
is showing up  to do with Saturn /Pluto.
 
Even in the hardest moments, the mother had to go through it…  She couldn’t interrupt it mid way …she had to go all the way… And on some level we know we are forever bonded and committed to the child.   Somehow I feel at this point we all are in it is similar… We might have many or some moments we want to give up, numb with external distractions, check out, give up ...etc… however, I believe that on some greater soul level as we embodied in this incarnation, we committed to go ALL THE WAY.   
​ALL THE WAY committed to the child (creative process) that needs to birth from us, to the earth, to truth and to the journey of evolution.   And most of all, all the way back to that love. The one love that we all seek and long for so deeply.    So here we are. 
One breath at a time.
 
​Thank you ... I love you
We are in it together
  

I just returned from teaching in Kiev, Ukraine after a number of years of not being abroad except for my own country Mexico and my current life in the USA.  I was reawakened to what a powerful expansion of consciousness it is to have the opportunity to be in a different culture.  I consider myself someone conscious and open to the world, however, I see how easy it is to get insulated and blind to the reality of other worlds.   For some strange reason living in the Bay area can do that. So much is happening in our world, some of us might witness it through the news or internet.  However, it is so easy to get anesthetized by the intensity and manipulation of some of the news, or by the fullness of the demands in our lives.  Often there is no integration or learning of what "the other" is there to teach us through media, we automatically hear but I'm not sure we really "listen" and allow the impact. 

At four years old my father did a PhD in England so my family moved from Mexico to Oxford for a year.  My mother says I use to have waves of anger where I would say: "no one consulted before moving here", "why is it so cold and grey all the time?".  I didn't know how to integrate the impact of the new climate, clearly as a metaphor of having left the warmth of my extended family in Mexico.  However, this "new weather" without knowing, was re-shaping my psyche, and little did I know the lasting imprint it would leave.

During that period, I discovered the skin color black and was fascinated by this possibility, I had never seen a black person before.  At first, I asked my mother, had my friends been too much under the sun?  My reference point from my own brown skin was that if I was under the sun skin would get darker.  Black became a "normal" part of my existence since two of my favorite people in Oxford where two African young siblings that use to play with me and my sister.  This might have not happened in the same way if we didn't have this experience as part of our daily life.  After that point, all skin colors became part of being a member of the human family and it wasn't even a question for that little girl inside.

At 13 years old, my father was sent to a job in Tokyo, Japan and off we went again.   My reality at 13, became the Pagodas, the Shinto temples, prayers in the temples, riding the subways with hundreds of people around me, and so much more.  The Japanese sense of beauty, silence and respect became part of life and creating beauty around me one of my highest values, the pains of history part of a reality after being in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, as well as Japanese nationalism became a sense of pride and admiration, Japanese food became part of my food repertoire, and I could go on and on. Again my psyche and system got expanded and stretched.

Many years later I left Mexico to be with my partner in Kenya, Nairobi. 
Again a new way of looking at the world.  We witnessed the concept of circular time like we had never witnessed before.  While at times from the linear western perspective frustration increased, from the Kenyan way, everything made sense and was accomplished in it's own right timing.  We got used to more and more to following this way of being. Another striking experience was witnessing some very harsh living conditions, while at the same time witnessing the most raw pure sense of joy and aliveness.  A deep sense of the incredible extremes and contrasts that our world presents us with.  My mother in law at the time said to me, "Mireya you are so adaptable".  Her comment made me reflect how there was truth to that, and how that "adaptability" came both, from an inherent part of my personality but also from having to stretch in these ways from a very early time.

As I traveled across the oceans on my way to Ukraine three weeks ago, I felt a known sense of comfort in my body, the sense of something I have known for a long time that had been missing.  The comfort in feeling the discomfort of the unknown. The sense of passion for the mystery of the unknown in a different culture, and the joy of discovery in meeting a new way of seeing and living life.  The relaxation in knowing that my way is not the only way, and the excitement in feeling the expansion of consciousness that comes from meeting a different way of seeing and experiencing the world.

In this way of viewing "difference", everything becomes part of the new adventure and all the senses get heightened.  Listening to the sounds  and rhythms of a new language, curiosity for the new environment from how people drive to all the sights around, the tastes of new food, the way of expressing or lack of expression in the realms that we might or might not be familiar with.  All of this becomes part of a new landscape that imprints in our psyche a newly met space that includes the reality of so many others. 
As this happens and the days pass, this starts becoming part of my world as well, and without even knowing my inner world and consciousness get stretched.  And by taking in everything new around me in this sensory way, my world becomes much larger. 

This morning  a dear friend sent me a copy of the BBC news about protests in Kiev yesterday.  As I read it, I felt I was part of it and could relate to the struggles being confronted there.  I saw the beginnings of the protest three days ago as we drove by one of the squares in Kiev, and my friend shared with me how she understood everything that was happening.  Today, while sitting in Berkeley sipping my tea, we used Skype and she reported on her attendance to the protest. I felt  close to her and a feeling that our worlds could meet once again.  I felt so much gratitude for the shared experience of our common humanity, one that allows us to share difference while being connected through the experience of the heart and the connection we have established.   Could this become the language to understand what is different from us?  A language that comes from a sensory meeting with the reality of the other and a "child like" curiosity that wants to get to know the other and discover rather then push away or discount.