Dear cosmic and curious readers,
Our sun has just crossed the threshold into Virgoan territory and so we’re steeped in a new archetype, element, and mode. (Oh! And today is the last day to order the Virgo Season Astroplanner for $9.99.) Let us discuss the archetype of the Virgo, smash the stereotypes, and then slide into the horoscopes (poem-scopes, let’s be honest) for the season. Should you want music for the journey, here’s an option:
The sun is at 0 degrees Virgo, charged from its journey into a new sign and near to Mars and Venus, also holding hands in the early moments of the Virgin. The moon is in Taurus, where she finds her exaltation, an earthy environment up to the task of projecting her lunar light. Our collective chart has shifted from fire to earth, from fixed to mutable. Virgo is a changeable sign and calls Mercury her caretaker. Mercury-ruled priestesses and priests study the intricacies of translation, crowned with the operative skill of world-moving. That is, moving between worlds and words. Like this:
Joan Miro, Drawing-Collage
We oft hear the Virgo archetype described as nit-picky, ultra-organized, hyper-vigilant, grim, and boring, even. Let’s review. Virgo is the only sign on the zodiacal block represented in imagery as a woman. She’s embodied and self-contained (think vestal virgins tending to the hearth, up-keeping the system in service to Earth herself). And in her self-contained-ness, her ability to care for herself and create, she’s perceived as frigid, cold, virginal (ahem, patriarchy).
She’s virginal insofar as she doesn’t need someone to show her how to create and in fact, might prefer to do it on her own. The raw materials of creation are second nature to the Virgo energy and she uses her hands and mind to sort what’s necessary from what’s not. An editorial impulse that, in the hands of Queen (or King) V, are a creative act worthy of their own set of eyes and attentions. Anyone who’s ever edited anything (books, music, gardens, time) knows that one needs a sharp mind, a steady hand, and vision.
Matt Kleberg, Stucco Staccato, 2018
In part, this season harkens creation after creation. It’s the moment of solitude, service, gathering up and dispersing, and work that happens before we begin to socialize (the following sign, Libra, being the moment of socialization, of other-ness). I’ll be releasing a podcast episode soon on my more detailed thoughts on this oft misunderstood energy. Let us not relegate dear badass Virgo to the realms of petty organization and nit-pick. No archetype is that simple. We’re talking about separating the wheat from the chaff, literal and celestial — and detecting use and beauty in both the runoff and thing itself.
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Egon Schiele, Standing Girl Wrapped in Blanket, 1911
In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, etc. The material world changes and as she changes, so too we must heed the amorphous call. The quickest way out of your own quandaries is via service to others. You arrived head-strong and fire-ruled and so now teach others how to use their heads and hearts in such heavenly and unruly ways. Translation: Rock n’ roll.
Your impulse is to holding space and so the groundwork is done. Next? Creation itself in the form of whatever calls to your earthen soul, your most primal desires. With the sun in a fellow earth sign and many a planet in your creativity sphere, the heavens call you to design heaven on earth. You can make art out of anything. Even, or especially, dirt.
Revolution requires roots. You might get H O M E tattooed on your knuckles this month, as all celestial arrows point down to the seed of your Self. We are talking about the heavenly rhizome, the home in which you were raised, the home wherein you reside, and your body. We are talking, too, about wherever you were before you came here.
Words were her plague and words were her redemption said poet H.D. How do you use your communicative powers, your watery intuition? Poems, writing, archiving, speaking, examining, acknowledging, record-keeping, translating. These are words for what your Virgo season alights — Mercury infuses your mind-space, desiring to transmute mental metal into hot gold.
How are you of use? Not to the societal machine, but to your highest-order-essence, your leonine gold. Gold, as in a super conductor of electricity. Look around at your environment for clues as to what you value: $$, objects, humans, energy? Remember that attention is a commodity. Beam your glow into what your soul prizes and slough off the rest.
Forces of spirit, divine light, and the empyrean masculine and feminine set up camp in your ecosystem and flower and flower, generating their own language. What energy rises to your surface and endeavors to be seen? It’s hard to have a self, a body, a soul. When the sun hangs in your identity center, you ASAP become a student of individuality and union.
The shallow drudgery of strict adherence to societal norms will dampen your Venusian aura. Heed the call from your mind’s center and unfasten yourself from the hardwire of blah. Read: stop scrolling. Let mysticism from holy books and direct transmission be the base note to your month and resist the urge to surrender your weirder thoughts. Craziness is like heaven… said Saint Jimi Hendrix.
Use your psychic prowess to solve the world’s problems and call forth your crew. Two heads are better than one and seven heads are better than two. It’s better, after all, to be lonely together. Right? When Tilda Swinton said, If we don’t accept loneliness, then capitalism wins hands down, she was speaking, too, to your house of group-think, your wild Scorpionic take on the *current situation.*
Remember that entity, perhaps a dude sitting on a sidewalk or perhaps your BFF or a cat or maybe a peculiar stranger, who really saw you — saw you in a way you hadn’t thought possible? Claim the clean glint in their eyes and use it to propel you into what we can only call galactic sight and site. This is not about your number of social media followers, this is the rigors of polarized Purpose.
You’re intimately familiar with death process, as this is the rhythm to which you were born. The patron saint of stricture rules your heart and it’s time to take a Saturnian look at Jupiter. Translation: loosen the grip on your daily drudgeries and live for a time in the space of exhale, curiosity, bounty. You’re so…alive!
It proves useful to find your own electric point of entry into the underworld, as planets urge you toward what’s personal, deep, and ancestral. Death is only one part of the sequence. There’s also transformation and rebirth. Use the deftness of your clear heart to delve into the murk of what’s been long buried. Emerge as a new version of your most ancient-modern self, a little more healed for having descended the escalator.
Trees speak their own language, communicate with roots across vast systems unseen to us. So too that connection is what you’ll swim towards as the sun beams in your polar opposite sign. You have a clear view of the glory of Spirit, which means, a line to connection of the highest order. A love supreme, tree-talk, float-tank, every synonym for godly love in earthen form. Your perspective is an asset.
Thank you so much for reading and supporting this work, dear friends. And happy Virgo season! If you’ve made it thus far in this long and Virgoan newsletter, use the code POET for a serious (25%) discount on all astrology and cosmic divination sessions with me.