
10/10/2021
Saturn Stations Direct in Aquarius
With yesterday’s Libran trifecta (Sun, Mars, Mercury) and Saturn preparing to station, I felt the truth lurch forward from my throat like a soft body bracing for impact.
They say the more relaxed we stay, the less damage is done when we collide, but the courage required to stay supple in the face of conflict is a nirvana-like phenomenon of the nervous system— perhaps, only arrived at through a practice-born presence.
Even though physically, Saturn never stops spinning in its same eternal vector, I still imagine its station as a Herculean reversal of momentum. They slow, creating an almost unbearable and torrential wave of gravity— enough to bring an entire celestial body to an imperceptible moment of stillness, before They reverse, and brazenly accelerate in Their more innate direction. As They do, everything we’ve been chewing on in the last 140 days of retrograde is slung forward like debris in a tidal wave.
As Saturn is already the planetary embodiment of pressure, it seems that these transitionary moments of directional polarity add an uncomfortable and palpable potency to the downward/inward push. Said another way, what we’ve been chewing on is suddenly chewing on us. How long before we’re swallowed?
Pressure is a binding force. And as it seems that we, as earth-bound beings, are meant to be tethered to many things in this life, what is it that we actually wish (choose) to be bound to? Perhaps, this is the nature of accountability: what we desire to remain connected to, we are destined to act in accordance with.
So, as the Aquarian dichotomy of the individual and collective is squeezed by Saturn’s grandmother hands— strong, but loving— we may catch glimpses of crumbling systems reflected in our own personal struggles. And in a new era, as new and old-but-unearthed values pop up like tender seedlings, which ones will we care for with our own strong and loving hands?
Undoubtedly, a larger 'course reversal' is ushering in an unprecedented paradigm, mired in uncertainty. What, if not the most human parts of ourselves, will we cling to most tightly?
Words: .c0nnor
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