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This December, Packing For the Revolution
Horoscopes by Corina Dross
So ends a long, challenging, inspiring, tragic, and eventful year. Raise your hand if it felt like ten; if you don’t yet recognize who you’ve become. The turning over of the calendar year, while not astrologically significant, is a prime moment to pause, assess, and plan –to offer ourselves the gift of a story in which we get to start over, start fresh. Even in the midst of global and personal disasters. Through crisis and heartbreak. Through precarity and schisms, paranoia and infiltration, infestations and evictions. We need to feel there’s a way to do it better next year. We need to bury our dead and ask them, like Rilke of Paula Modersohn-Becker, not to haunt us but to teach us how to transform.
And 2015 begins with Saturn having just moved into Sagittarius, prompting us to reconsider what we believe about what’s possible, what’s liberating, and what has always seemed unquestionably true. Where we test our blind faith, we will find better ways of reaching that Sagittarian promise of adventurous, expansive, connective philosophies and practices. We may need to begin where Nietzsche advised, by “philosophizing with a hammer,” and testing the hollowness of our favorite idols. Where have we been lured into dogma or self-righteousness? What information are we ignoring? Where are we trapped by our own desires for freedom?
Also this month, the passage of the Sun, Venus, and Mercury from Capricorn to Aquarius signals a shift from a sober and careful to a chaotic and electric mood. These horoscopes are offered as one tool amongst many to facilitate that shift; the astro-literate are encouraged to read their rising signs first, then their Sun and Moon signs. As we continue the work of last year, testing our assumptions and ideologies, we can tap into this Aquarian energy to get way more inventive in brainstorming how to do it better this time. Let’s get weird, y’all.
“I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation. I expected – an arrival, an explanation, an apology. There had never been one, a fact I could have accepted, were it not true that, just when I had got used to the limits and dimensions of one moment, I was expelled into the next and made to wonder again if any shapes hid in its shadows.”