Sunday, April 20, 2014

Grand Cross, Tau Cross Easter Sermon


Happy Easter and Taurus Season !

Currently we are  "enjoying" the effects of a Grand cross (four squares) between Pluto, Mars, Jupiter and Uranus - four very strong, masculine players. 

Whenever this kind of configuration happens, doomsday-sayers who don't know how astrology works, like to make apocalyptic  predictions. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, 'lifting of the veil'. But if you like, we can pin a horseman to each of the planets involved, and imagine we are being drawn and quartered to reveal something from within, release the spirit, etc.

 

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: The Pale Horse (aka Pluto),  The Black Horse (aka Jupiter), 
The Red Horse (aka Mars), The White Horse (aks Uranus). Giotto di Bondone

As a Taurus, entering my Chiron return and 50th year, I am experiencing the energy as extremely constricting. Yes indeed, it does feel like a crucifixion. Not to get all born-again on you, but crucifixion and rebirth is the theme of the weekend… 

*Addendum - Venus (the heart) is exactly conjunct Chiron (the healer) today. Well, that makes sense !*

Recently someone close to me did something that, in my mind, was a form of passive aggression based on grudge-holding. I didn't want to re-kindle old  drama, so I tried to just let it go. Instead, all I managed to do was repress my rage and get depressed, unconsciously holding pain in my body.

Maybe it was the poem I read by Thich Nat Hanh (via Rob Brezsny) earlier that evening that started the ball rolling in the right direction:

Call Me by My True Names

Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow 
because even today I still arrive.
Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.
I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to
Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and
loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my
people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.


The poem, like the Gnostic hymn, The Thunder : Perfect Mind" 
directs us to the point of paradox, wherein truth lies. The paradox of being human is that we are dual-natured. Crucifixion is, symbolically, the point where we discover that the only way to evolve is to give up this duality, the two intercepting poles of the cross. "I am that."

 
Early Christ incarnation ? Hermes Kriophorus, shepherd of sacrificial animals, God of the Crossroads

The good road and the road of difficulty 
I have made to take, 
and where they cross that place is holy.  
       - attributed to Black Elk

As I sat on the edge of my bed, at 5 am, a verse from the old 'Lord's Prayer' we were forced to repeat every day in elementary school came into my mind, "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us…"

                                                                                Cimabue Crucifix

Nailed on the grand cross, Christ says, "God forgive them, for they know not what they do." Short analysis - he's conscious, 'they' are not, he knows  it's all passing and the soul is eternal, 'they' do not, so how can he be angry at them ? If we can't forgive, we remain stuck on the cross, in mortal pain. Forgiveness is no easy task, in some cases, it may even feel like the 'right' thing to never allow a perpetrator the satisfaction of our forgiveness. The Scorpio polarity and shadow of Taurus (the Tau cross) is known for it's seemingly eternal grudge-holding. But if we expect to be forgiven, and forgive ourselves, being able to forgive others a vital part of the practice. Saturn in Scorpio right now is very much about judgement, death/rebirth and karma. 


Until this morning, I had been waking up every day thinking it might be my last, feeling like lead. But things feel somewhat lighter since I (once again) consciously made the effort to start  forgiving. The lighter one feels, the easier it will be when it comes time to release the spirit. This was the principal of the 'weighing of the heart', in Ancient Egyptian religious practice. When you die, will your heart be as light as Maat's feather of truth, allowing you to pass on into the afterlife, or will it be heavy and fed to the beast, Ammit, for another round ?

I hope that this little reminder will help you make positive use of the Grand Cross energy. 

 All shall be well,
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing 
shall be well.
- Dame Julian of Norwich, 14th c mystic


Native American, four directions prayer wheel