GEMINI FULL MOON HOROSCOPES
GEMINI FULL MOON…officially, Wednesday Dec 7th at 8:08pm Pacific
This is a stimulating lunation ! It locks arms with the sharp edges of Mars, whom has been non-stop rambling in Gemini since late August and retrograde since Oct 29th - a time where you might have noticed your internal life turn into an espresso machine. With the moon activating this fiery planet, mental energy may feel revved up, scattered, harsh with words, ambiguous anxiety or, you tell me....if you are not certain what Mars retrograde in Gemini has meant for you, this full moon will let you know.
Thankfully, this also marks the half-way point of its backwards journey and so this week may expose possible turning points and solutions to any misguided energy or heated convos. We may realize a more skillful way of asserting ourselves and feel motivated to make adjustments. Ground yourself and be strategic, trust that any chaotic energy has the potential to be pulled together in clever ways.
Before we built fences, before we accused each other of being a witch, we were all neighbors interdependent for sugar. Today we are less tempted to knock on doors, unless for Jesus, unless for loud music, ding dong ditching a passive-aggressive note. Being a good neighbor is hard, each one of us clamors, reads the mail in the nude, neglects to roll the bins in. Sharing walls or street names is a constant negotiation of diverging lifestyles. How might you skillfully communicate your needs to your local environment, to pick up after the dog from the heart of our mutual need for sugar.
One fun way to get what you want is to ask for it. Asking is a spell, asking is an art - it entails not just assertive skills but also the willingness to hold the high-sensation of hearing NO…or even worse, hearing YES and having to up-level your nervous system around a new growth-edge. The spell of asking shouldn't care about results, ‘yay or nay’ - just frills. The purpose of asking is to admit you have desires, to honor the heat that wants to come out of you (before it is forgotten and withers away). Go ahead, step on toes, learn this clever dance. One urge, one mistake, one offense after another - find your special way of asking.
With every millionth online community, group class or social soiree, it’s easy to want to do it all. Hopping like bees to buzz and be buzzed - we douse ourselves in pollen. Fun yet itchy, we may flutter and spin out. Keeping up with friends takes skill - weaving through fertile collaborations and conflicts of interest, sometimes you gotta shake yourself off. Strategize what situations with others you really want and when to say 'I won't be there tonight.' What needs to be communicated to your teammates and companions in order to make your honey? Some garden paths are dead ends, some are good fortune, others are just in the wrong season.
For decades we have been fascinated by the notion of time travel. How to go somewhere where we are alive though not-yet-born, to undo the past or set the future right. You don't have to build some high-technology device with glowing buttons, you already have a time machine: your own consciousness - your manipulation of memories, your perspective on the present and hope for the future. Sure, sometimes the machine is unreliable, inclined to exaggerate or make omissions. But like any kind of travel, we come back changed, wiser, exposed to new ways of seeing and healing…do not underestimate the magic of your built-in travel machine.
If relationships were supposed to be about comfort, we’d all be strangers. To really get to know someone is to figure out how they are cuckoo, and whether that odd bird fits into our nest (barely held together by a mess of twigs). Together we co-educated, together we outsmart the doubt - over and over assuring each other that we care, and that it is so scary to care. Test out what is possible in your relationships. To collect twigs and build a *world* requires time, bad arguments and confidence-shattering frustration...until finally, we find a form that we like together, an atmosphere worth holding up, and all the other forms after that, too.
As infants, we toggle between bliss and pain, determined by the presence of milk. When the tit is there, we feel bliss. When the tit is missing we freak out. Some of us, if we are lucky, grow out of infancy and learn to see the heart between two tits - a zone of ambivalence where nothing is all bliss or all pain. As you affirm what gives you pleasure, allow space for receiving and not receiving its dopamine hit. Allow yourself to play with your desires like a fascinating toy. How might you have less of a preference whether your hunger is met with results or not, how might creative glee be enough to feed you.
All the dibs and dabs add up, all the small coffees, online shopping clicks and clacks. These little wisps of spending seem inconsequential when compared to the injustice of rent, medical bills, school debt, daycare or whatever other fundamental-human-right-made-merchandise. With perforated pockets, we wonder what night to go out, which lotto number wins. Though, this only scratches the surface. Money is a deep emotional, psychological mood. No need to balance the books or punch the numbers, ask yourself instead - what is not sustainable anymore to my spirit ? What material choices are in conflict with my inner-values and the wealth of my higher self ?
A friend called me up one day, told me they were hearing voices. A mumbling message subtle like a mosquito, indecipherably irritating. We wondered together, hopeful, if they were becoming clairaudient, if their psychic powers for hearing opened overnight. Together we imagined the possibilities of harnessing this power, of receiving important messages. Later that night, they called me back. They discovered that their alarm clock radio was on all day, the volume turned unusually low with talk radio chatter. You too, may also be noticing what psychic babble is a powerful gift to turn your dial towards and what is just fake noise.
Success is a pinball game, you bounce off stuff, try this, try that and sometimes land in a portal and get points. In a culture that only values the moment of flashing lights and new high-scores, we are either forced to play to win or...play to survive. Often more than not, we slam a fist on the glass, shake the machine in anger. Yet, there are better ways to use your tokens. Instead, what would it be like to play…to play ? Playing to play savors every bump, ramp, obstacle, be it the points scored en route or when the rolling ball comes to rest. When we play to play, every moment flashes lights of joy, every token gives back.
Any partnership, intimate or professional - is intimidating. To collaborate with anyone reminds us we are not sovereign. Being in relation with others is to risk being constantly open to revision, in and out of control. We rub our fears up against each other...heat builds and pushes out the dross, or what some may call: healing and growth. How might you practice *staying with* the part of co-transformation that refuses your comfort ? There are treasures inside this shared heat, false compounds to be altered, a new type of aliveness. Trust the creativity that can only be tapped while feeling out the mysteries with others.
Saying “yes” sometimes comes out of your mouth in three separate letters, splayed mid-air getting to the y, but caught up in the e, showing up late the s - sometimes ‘yes’ tears us apart. Being of service to others doesn’t have to mean exploding yourself into breadcrumbs, as if everyone should get a morsel. Giving people something to really bite into may mean some don’t get the taste of you at all. Don’t confuse being busy with being useful. Don’t keep feeding others when your own stomach is grumbling. Slurp up the alphabet of your energy until you find on your tongue the strength of a solid yes.
The home is very temperamental…any buzzing light or clogged sink can shift the entire mood, change the way you go to work, walk and talk. Finding peace in this private space is necessary for our wellbeing everywhere else. Likewise, one family secret or resentful relative can clog the pipes of the blood line, can change the way you date, sleep or choose a career. What hard conversation needs to be dragged in by the cat ? What heat needs the air of an open window, so that land mines in the living room can defuse? The aim here is not to win, the aim is to relax at the end of a long day on the softest spot on the couch.