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  • Writer's pictureMic, Marilyn MIchele

Hey, we be Splash Landing: Whooshy Mama!! Saturn in Pisces

Whoosh… this is by no measure easy, splashing about in the waters of life. Even with my own loose-open-confident-nature, it doesn’t matter. I am exhausted with structures shifting. For sure some bits, some of those key structural bits, are not even making it through the splash landing of Saturn in Pisces at all.

So, with structures landing in the deep ocean, (see my bit on Saturn Herself May be Dancing with an Oceanic Liberty. I Think She is Skinny Dipping in Pisces). I am going push into sacred teachings. That of being and not doing, or that of silence within as everything, and so on. These groove for sure. I just feel that these do not diminish the learning at hand in banal life.

My human failures are piling up. I keep failing to live my -ideal options- when shit is hitting the fan. Or in the case of my recent camping, buckets of water are flooding my trailer. I am camping without my faithful partner. It is all on me, and this has never happened before! Water is pouring across the floor.

Or flights are delayed for days in a foreign airport on strike with a large tour group. There is no option to be nimble with a pack of people touring together.

Or to be housed in my body with limits galore, with kiddos with exuberant natures. While they are nearly completely unlimited - in energy and play they are as well clever enough to circumvent ANYthing. Saturn in Pisces. Whoosh!!

Saturn in Pisces has also offered playing which is deliriously fun. Unleashed flow.

Unexpected adventures. Oh it is so lovely to have harmony and ease because of structures dropping into watery dynamics. We, me be flowing! Life which has -water- persuade the dynamics of what will be. Wow. Whooshy mama it is fabulous.

And yet why do I feel I am getting my ass bit. I feel it is something of my conditioned condition. You know that thing we grew into as a kid and never got rid of, completely, in this life. It is called being human. Well mine, has me looking for an end game. Or a goal. Maybe as well, a sense of purpose.

Now all of this is going to tie me up a bit. Just feel it. My purpose to which I am bound to figure and accomplish, is set by the values within my conditional condition conditioning me on how I move.

Clearly life, the nature of our full cosmic life, is not bound to the condition of my conditioning. So to define purpose, within my given conditions, will be to omit that which doesn’t fit our full cosmic influences. Let me say it again, so to define purpose, within my given conditions, will be to omit that which doesn’t fit our full cosmic influences.

We know there are vast types of conditions for us humans. From the ways of my conditioning even the word purpose suggests this is to be my value. Yet my value may or may not be intrinsically connected to the whole of life. In my case no, because in Western Civ we are not so intertwined with nature. Our customs are to subjugate nature, not to listen or recognize we are just part of it.