On April 1, 2020

Have you lived up to your revolutionary potential?

By Cal Garrison a.k.a. Mother of the Skye

This week’s Horoscopes are coming out under the light of a Gemini Moon, that will turn Void-of-Course on March 30, and remain in that mode until it crosses the Cancer Cusp on the last day of the month. We could talk about the virus and the world-wide lockdown, but let’s skip it; I don’t know about you but I’ve had enough, and heard enough; it would be great if we could find something else to discuss.

Looking at the movements of the moon, I notice that it will be conjuncting my natal Uranus and hitting my Cancer Ascendant first thing on Tuesday morning. I would like to talk about that from my own personal perspective.

The Moon enters Cancer once a month. She feels right at home in this sign because she rules this stretch of the zodiac. Most astrologers will tell you that people with prominent Cancer placements, whether it’s the Sun, Moon, or Rising Sign, will display strong domestic, nurturing, home-body, security oriented tendencies. It’s never a good idea to layer rigid stereotypes over any of the astrological archetypes. Up to a point the motherly, home-body imagery holds true with Cancer, but not all the time: those traits are by no means all there is to it. If you study astrology for any length of time, you discover that the deeper meaning of any sign is way more interesting than what’s written in the textbooks.

On the most mundane level Cancer expresses itself according to the description above. What we term “maternal characteristics” are sometimes part of her deal. Dissecting the sign from a more esoteric perspective we soon find out that the Cancerian archetype goes way back in time. At its core, all the “Mommy” stuff derives its essence from the great matriarchal cultures that thrived on this planet in times past. Remnants of those traditions still exist. What is intrinsic to all of them is that they were tribal in nature.

So, what do we mean by tribal? We have lost the thread to this concept. To a certain extent it is still alive and well among the indigenous people – but the powers that be have been hard at work trying to exterminate the indigenous ones for so long, our tribal memories might as well be on life support, at this point. If nuclear family constructs have pre-empted our connection to the human tribe, in the act of isolating ourselves in tiny boxes that contain Mom, Dad, and 2.5 kids, we have lost sight of the fact that we are all connected. The great matriarchal cultures embodied the idea that we are mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, and son to all of our relations – including our four legged friends, the creatures that swim in the sea, all of the winged ones, as well as the five elements.

We diminish the Cancer archetype by keeping her down on the farm, barefoot and pregnant. At rock bottom, in its highest expression, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world because Cancer is the matriarch. Anyone with heavy doses of this sign in their chart, whether they be male or female, has incarnated at this point in the Earth’s evolution to remind all of their relations how to return to the ways of The Tribe. This becomes super important at this moment in time because yes, indeed, we are about to “find our way back to the Garden.”

Now that we have beamed in on Cancer, what does Uranus have to do with it? I was born with Uranus in Cancer on my Ascendant, so for me, it has a lot to do with it. Once a month I am reminded of how much it has to do with it. I can hear you say, “Well she must be quite a motherly gal’”– yes and no – not in the traditional sense. Why? Because all of my Cancer energy is pouring through a Uranian filter – and Uranus is eccentric. Unlike every other planet in the solar system, it rotates on a horizontal, as opposed to a vertical axis. Needless to say, my maternal nature is definitely there – but it has always been off the wall.

Uranus is also the ruler of astrology. Part of the reason I got to be Charles Jayne’s apprentice is because on the day that I took my first class with him, he looked at my chart and said, “You came to this planet to be an astrologer.” It was my Uranus-Ascendant conjunction that prompted those words, and it was my time with him that started me off on this path. When my work in the field got walking and talking, I became known as “Mother of the Skye.” In my case, layering the Cancer piece over the Uranian piece, my purpose has always involved using my astrological gifts to remind people how to return to the ways of the tribe.

So, enough about me. Uranus was transiting Cancer from 1948 to 1956. During that eight-year time frame, everyone on the planet was born with this placement. We are the ones who came to be known as the Baby Boomers. With this in mind, how about we play “astrologer” and put
2 + 2 together?

It is well known that Uranus revolutionizes whatever it touches. The Baby Boomers were raised during the late 40s and the first half of the 50s. We were born and bred on the post-war American Dream, of God, Mom, and Apple Pie. Ironically, whatever we were supposed to cull from our early childhood programming gave birth to what evolved into the dysfunctional family. Little did we know that Uranus’s passage through Cancer was meant to throw a Molotov cocktail into our nuclear family constructs, so that by the time our own children came of age they would be well prepared to return to the ways of the tribe.

Now Baby Boomers are in their 70s, or pushing 70, and have just about come full circle. In the time that has passed since we were born, Uranus has moved into Taurus and is currently forming a 60-degree angle to the position it held at the end of WWII. This is what is known as a sextile; it is a positive, constructive aspect.

This means that the Baby Boomers have either lived up to our revolutionary potential, or not. Many of us have sold out along the way, but just as many have not. Those of us who are still walking our talk in the face of all the external pressure to turn into a shopaholic, or just another “Muggle,” are beginning to see that the dysfunctional energy we stirred up along the way, and the bombs that we dropped on all of those nuclear family constructs, had a purpose. That purpose is unfolding as we speak.

The ones who are being born into the current generation have incarnated with Uranus in Taurus. On the surface, Taurus has a strong materialistic flavor. Many astrologers say it is about money, things, and all of the physical delights. With the latest wave of souls under the influence of Uranus in Taurus, we can assume that they are here to toss lightning bolts into every single one of those thought forms. Now that the Federal Reserve has been shut down, who knows? We could already be right over the target.

Digging deeper into the mystery, I have come to realize that Taurus is about what we value, or what is lasting and permanent. It has to do with that which is intrinsic to the Earth, that which is authentic and real, that which is eternal and everlasting and that will be here at the end of the day, long after the banks and the machines and the techno-culture have gone up in smoke.

The little ones who are learning to walk and talk at this moment in time, are “The Ones We Have Been Waiting For,” the ones who have come to help us remember who we are and what really matters when it’s all said and done. Are we ready to go there? I don’t know about you, but I sure am. Let me leave you with that and invite you to take what you can from this week’s ‘scopes.

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