Did you notice? There was a lot “going on” this past week. While I suppose this might always be true on a cosmic level (“Fish got to swim, birds got to fly”), some of the outward manifestations of the heavenly energies were unmistakable!
I’ll reiterate as I have in a column or two prior: I’m not an astrologer; I am a psychic. Nonetheless, there was a potent configuration astrologically, even astronomically, that got just about everyone’s attention (if it’s even trending worldwide on Twitter, you know it’s a thing, right?). And meanwhile, much was going on in the reflective “consciousness mirror” of Earth’s inhabitants to underscore this.
The planet Jupiter (associated with expansion, luck, well-being) came so close to the planet Venus (related to LOVE, the Goddess, the Feminine principle, pleasure) that they looked like one huge BRIGHT star over the world’s skies. This rare potent configuration many even referred to as “The Star of Bethlehem.”
Yes, there was much potency, and some of it, as always, was not pretty. I won’t discount the bevy of front and back page news that is uncomfortable at best and tragic at worst.
But these energies brought a soft, expansive, incredible wave of energy which, in my own Being I felt as a long-lasting sense of jubilance, waking up on the day of the conjunction without, at that point, having any awareness of what the stars were doing.
And so, this past week…there was so much to celebrate, so much that aptly fit this huge, unusual, strange energetic configuration!
Most obvious, for those of us in the USA and I suspect noted around the globe, civil rights scored a huge and unexpected victory for LOVE with the Supreme Court ruling in favor of making same sex marriage the law of the land. This happened a few days in advance of the planetary conjunction. But the effervescence throughout most of the country, evidenced also throughout social media, was profound, huge, and transformative. It was nearly impossible not to be effected and transported by the uplift. Make SURE to read below the wonderful reflections on it by my cousin, and do not miss the viral video of one of my closest pals and his husband, also below.
Not three days after this event—at the San Jose Grateful Dead 50th Reunion show, two rainbows came over the crowd in a double arc! There was, I hear from many I know who attended, soooooo much love and magic at these shows! Quite synchronistic, I say, too…rainbows harkening back to 3 days prior, also a symbol for Gay Pride.
Some in the USA might even add in the Women’s World Cup SemiFinal win (more Venus–Female principle, & Jupiter– good fortune!) to the mix, for extra joy and import.
There is some indication from upcoming astrological signs and many channelings I’ve seen, that the coming couple of months hold more traditionally challenging energies, those which may tax patience, equanimity, and a sense of progress. So anchor in the “wins” and good feelings of this potent Arc of Love we all just underwent, to help you through.
Congratulations if you’ve read this far. You’re in luck, as the best is next. I want to share this wonderfully penned reflection from my cousin Michael Kroll on the San Francisco Gay Pride parade (an annual large event which, also AMAZINGLY fortuitously, was already planned for just 2 days after the Supreme Court ruling!). Also, watch this new (relevant) video, which has over 1 Million hits on YouTube as of this writing…and has one of my oldest, dearest friends with his husband making four appearances. They are the “two white guys.” Enjoy!
It Is So Ordered
By Michael A. Kroll
I have just come from San Francisco’s 2015 Pride Parade. I always enjoy the Parade, but with a full day to absorb the implications of being declared a full citizen in terms of marriage equality, there was something different this year, something in the air, something in me. “Happy Pride,” strangers wished each other, with a newfound pride in their voices. I found myself cheering at least once for every contingent, even odious corporate ones like Walmart and Bank of America, and cheering raucously for legal services, housing services, for all the “Black Lives Matter” T-shirts, and for health-care services, like Planned Parenthood. I wanted to acknowledge their acknowledgment of me – of us – whatever I might feel about their corporate ethics or political affiliations.
There were disquieting elements about the Parade, as there always are. The corporate presence was best represented by Apple whose nearly endless river of young workers flowed by, row after row. On and on they came, like a colony of white ants. Occasionally, a darker ant passed by, all the more visible by its scarcity. In only one case did I withhold my applause and cheers altogether, one which in previous Parades might well have earned my very vocal boos. But now, I kept my silence as the gay open-carry gun lobby, Pink Pistols, went by (its advocacy expressed with a picture of a whistle and a gun, asking which you’d rather have in the face of crime). But even my political biases could not diminish my sense of witnessing something seminal in the history of human rights, my sense of belonging to this moment, and the newfound empowerment I felt. It was a day when everyone I encountered was beautiful.
I felt beautiful. Maybe because of this, early on, a beautiful dark-haired, dark-eyed boy (I say “boy” – he was between 20 and 30 years old) got out of line and ran up to me with uplifted hand to exchange high fives, which we did, and then leaned over and planted a delicious wet kiss on my 72-year-old cheek! That would have been enough to boost anyone’s ego, even if he had come from a corporate contingent and not the Human Rights Campaign, but my ego needed no lifting. Later, preparing to leave, I put on my wide-brim hat garlanded with its bough of purple bougainvilleas I had cut that morning, when someone in costume on the San Francisco Opera float pointed at me and donned his own opera headgear, complete with horns. I bowed to him, with a dramatic sweep of the hat he had acknowledged. How free I felt, unfettered by legal discrimination, free to flirt with strangers in a parade, free to marry my partner of more than 30 years anywhere in the country and have it legally respected from Alabama to Wyoming, the A to Z of American states.
“Under the Constitution, same-sex couples seek in marriage the same legal treatment as opposite-sex couples, and it would disparage their choices and diminish their personhood to deny them this right,” Justice Kennedy wrote for the Court, leading him to conclude “…the right to marry is a fundamental right inherent in the liberty of the person, and under the Due Process and Equal Protection Clauses of the Fourteenth Amendment couples of the same sex may not be deprived of that right and that liberty.”
I profoundly disagree with the Chief Justice who, in his dissent, lamented that this decision, though it might be cause for celebration for many reasons, respect for the Constitution is not one of them. “(The Constitution) has nothing to do with it,” he wrote. The great genius of our Constitution is that we are all free to read it, and to decide for ourselves what it means – until the high Court rules, and its opinion becomes the law of the land, binding both those who agree and those, like the Chief Justice, who disagree.
The final, lofty words of Justice Kennedy’s historic opinion soared above the celebration. Referring to the plaintiffs in this case, he wrote: “It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.”
And then came the most empowering words of the entire opinion:
“IT IS SO ORDERED.”
And here is the brief, adorable, “gone viral” video about some perks of being married….featuring 4 appearances by one of my very dearest, oldest pals and his wonderful husband!: