This weekend was packed with Centaur movement on the theme of sex, and the emotional content of eroticism. At the end of last week and on Saturday, we experienced the peak of Sun-Nessus conjunct. That stirred the pot: it may have been a frantic moment, a crisis point, the sense of ‘something coming up’ or ‘something coming back’. Sun-Nessus can make experiences of sexual shadow particularly conscious. This can be frightening, and it’s territory that takes time to learn: at first it can seem impossible to breathe in there.
That having passed, Venus moved through a conjunction with Chiron and Neptune in late Aquarius overnight Saturday and into Sunday. I am sure there was some very hot sex that went around, particularly in the sense of the power of the imagination that opened up. With the Neptune-Aquarius signature, this is some potent internet imagery: the Net is this cloud-like thing that is an electrical vector of whatever you put into it, and in this case what we had was Venus.
There is always a physical element to she, and we all know how hot it is to mix the psychic opening with physical gratification. The frightening part of psychic is of course letting out one’s secrets, that is, one’s secret desires, which can seem to threaten a relationship. Yet these corridors of heart and soul can also yield nourishing fruit, be it ripe or raw, nibbled gently or bitten into with teeth and throat. And this is where pleasure mixes with healing: the pleasure is the lure of the food, and the healing is the nourishment absorbed.
From these days, I am sure you have a few confidential tales of your own.
