barbed wire
vibes of the week
Pluto and Mars are directly across from each other in the sky this week, and it’s only the first of three oppositions that will happen within the next few months. These planets are both fighters- Mars uses close combat and Pluto is atomic.
It’s Pluto’s last two weeks in Capricorn for another four lifetimes. Pluto is the slowest planet, but arguably the most potent. In this final breath of Capricorn, 15 years of hoarding comes to a violent end. Pluto in Capricorn has built a Babylon of global capitalism (the singular language being greed and individualism). Those themes won’t disappear when Pluto moves into Aquarius, but they’ll be inverted through a lens of communalism and austerity.
Mars doesn’t enjoy being in Cancer. Its fighting instincts are drowned by emotionality, and it loses any type deftness. It’s a honeybee that can only sting once, and when it does, the stinger’s barbs become so embedded in its target that removal causes fatal damage to the attacker. Bees developed that instinct to protect the nest, but it’s a terrible strategy from a human perspective. Live to fight another day.
While Pluto and Mars battle, there’s another conflict going on between Jupiter and Venus. Venus in Sagittarius is feeling ambitious, while Jupiter, directly opposite, is in Gemini hedging its bets. These are our two patron saints, and they’re asking different things of us. It’s not particularly helpful, but it’s inspiring, and at least we have emphatic support. As the dust settles from these two booming oppositions, the moon will be making her rounds to take stock of our wounds.
The vibes:
It’s a terribly messy room, making it impossible. And that lego piece we stepped on is the target of our rage, but there’s nothing we can do to punish it, so instead that rage mutates into sadness, and that sadness to despair. And that despair is too dramatic so we feel something else.
We sit on our dirty carpet and think “what if someone is watching this right now?” It’s a paranoid thought, but comforting, too. If someone were watching, they’d feel pity. They’d be able to see how hard this is, even from a distance. They’d realize it isn’t about the messy room, it’s about our mom, and it’s about being a child, and it’s about how we can never go back. It’s about how we wouldn’t even if we could.
But time isn’t moving forward either. There’s a lull. It’s irritating. We just gained an hour from daylight savings, and it really only makes the nights longer.
The clothes on the floor are the ones we like. Think of the places we’ll wear them and what everyone will say. Things like “that really brings out the color in your eyes” or “where did you get that? it reminds me of something”.
And art feels really good right now, especially on accident. How soft things get once they’re used. How good that video feels on the second watch. If we were going to make something we’d do it twice, once for practice and then a second time.
Don’t feel bad, there’s something going around, and the symptoms are very subtle. It’s incubating in us like an idea.
