Wrapping Up Time

I prefer the work of these astrologers because they seem to have the same attitude toward astrology as I do. One of the things I find interesting about Astroblogic is how Gary warns, seemingly every month, to wait a day or so past the new moon to kick anything new off. That, except for the Cazimi Window, the period of the new moon itself is better for wrapping stuff up from the last lunar cycle. He’s right of course, and as I’ve learned well in the past years, you can’t force things before their time.

Before I can launch any new workings, I need to clean up like four years of existing ones that are finally no longer applicable. For me this means burying, burning, and sinking various physical components, deconsecrating others, and doing personal, familial, and household releasing.

Most “releasing” imagery on google has either doves or butterflies… yeah, the stuff I’ll be releasing isn’t quite so sweetness and light.

It’s also a good time for the initial planning that goes into crafting new workings. For example, I had several long-range goals that had been completely put on hold over the previous couple of years. Another project is one that the spouse and I are taking on together and we’re just doing the initial discussion on what the desired results and success criteria are. But as exciting as all that is, before we can move on, we have to finish where we are at.

I’d like to do this as an ironic needlepoint

Hence the festival of colds. For me, illness usually acts as a message. I’m working too hard. Or I need to take time to reevaluate something. Or I need to slow down and not get ahead of myself. The worst sick I ever was (the kind of sick where you’re not going to die — but you wish you would) was a message that my job at the time was a terrible toxic place. The fact that the week I was completely out of commission was a critical week at work, well, when you ignore the subtle whispers of the universe the universe will start to bang on you with the astral clue-by-four.

This cold is all about off-loading the stress and anxiety from the past years before moving on to new things. I can almost feel the stress seeping out of my pores (and dripping out of my nose, to be honest with you). So all my struggles to do new things are just going to have to wait. My energy now has to focus on unraveling some current enchantments and release the associated energy in an appropriate way — some back to me, but others to be dissolved or reabsorbed where they can’t harm anyone. Oddly, I’m also being asked to deal with some VERY old stress (like 25 year old stress) as well. I can only hope that this purging of crap will result in a clean slate.

The way I see it, every household has some kind of ‘tell’. A marker of the health of the household. You’d think that for us this would be food, but it’s not. In fact, there are times when things are going well that our diet suffers (usually when we’re having too much fun to eat right) and times when things are going badly that we really eat quite well. No, our bellweather, our canary in the coal mine is… the laundry.

Yes, you can tell how well our lives are functioning by taking one glance into the garage laundry room. Which was doing pretty good until about a week ago when the final stress hit. Now I’m in triage mode (which of these 26 loads is dirtiest, most needed, taking up the most room out here). Once again the message is clear. You have to take care of the old before you can move on to the new.