The New Moon in Mutable Earth, conjoined Regulus
On the 23rd of August 2025 at 07:05 BST
Cover Art by Peg Quinlan
A narrow archway curved from the street into a secluded courtyard behind Corrán Misneach. The bricks held morning warmth, and the air carried the scent of lavender and peppermint touched by the sun. Jasmine climbed easily over the garden walls, and pots overflowed with thyme and lemon balm.
Róisín arrived with the first light. Pressing her palms to the soil, her hands moved in a measured cadence from pot to leaf to root. She checked the moisture in the soil with her fingertips, then pinched away the yellowing tips of a basil leaf. Sleeves rolled to the elbow, a smudge of compost brushed the inside of her wrist, a strand of jasmine had stretched too far from its pot, and she wound it gently back, anchoring it with a smooth stone.
A rose bush at the centre of the space opened its petals toward her touch. Placing a single beeswax candle beside it, she lit the wick with a long match. Catching it with ease, the flame held its shape, steady and clean, rising steadily and warm.
At nine, the garden welcomed its first visitors. Some arrived with journals, others with camera necklaces and others with no agenda beyond wishing to bathe in a potpourri of fragranced aroma.
Ardghal began to visit on Fridays. A sketchbook rested in his hands, worn smooth along the edges. He settled near Segais’ pond, where light shimmered across the water and danced along the stone, as the bradán lazily meandered in the stillness.
His gaze turned to the rose petals glowing with hues that shifted in the changing light. Faintly blush blending with gentle gold and subtle violet, his hand steadily traced the shape of the rose, as he sought to reveal what he ‘saw’ as its essence – a living form that carried within its unfolding petals the quiet strength of life itself.
Working slowly, letting the brush follow the curve of each petal, the colour deepening at the base and lifting gently toward the edges where a soft translucence caught the warmth of the Sun. He followed the gathering of leaves below the bloom, the fine serration along each edge, the steady hold of the stem.
Time stretched without effort as the hours passed with the soft progression of light through the garden. The rose’s colours deepened, petals catching the sun in an iridescent dance of amber, jade and violet.
On one particular Friday, Ardghal arrived to find Róisín tending the soil beneath the rose. She looked up and smiled politely. He settled quietly nearby. As his brush lightly caressed the paper, it seemed to him that the bloom was like a heart grown through seasons of patience and care.
Working to show the gentle shades of amber and jade that shifted within the rose’s petals that had emerged with the marks of careful hands and daily attention, his gaze lifted for a moment, meeting Róisín’s eyes. Words unnecessary, an understanding shared. This garden, the rose, each plant has grown from a place of devotion and care. A place that has arisen in and from Róisín’s hands and heart. Beauty born from consistent care.
The beeswax candle flickered softly by the rose, its small flame steady. Closing his sketchbook, he looked toward the flower, then to Róisín, who had returned to her flowers. He smiled, bathed in the presence of being beyond beauty. Around him, the garden breathed in harmony, carrying the care and devotion invested in this place. This work, this place, was meant to be shared, a space held gently for those who came to be present.
“There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you? Be brave, my heart” ― Rumi
Something shifted in 2011, as two and a half thousand years of focus on kingship without developing a relationship with the immanent spirit deep in our collective consciousness yielded to a compassionate heart speaking of life brought into form through devotion and without calling attention to itself and its actions.
Call it the rise of the Deeper Feminine, the awakening of the Sacred Feminine, the return of the Magdalene, or the embrace of Gaia, there has been a subtle change in focus underlying our collective evolution towards how sacredness lives in form, how meaning is carried through physical action, and how strength reveals itself through quiet constancy, a shift that is also re-orientating our experience of what Mutable Earth, or Virgo, means.
Before the construction of the boundaries of the zodiacal signs, certain luminous stars lent their music to our sun, enabling us to hear tones beyond the ear trained on audible sounds. Those timbres lifted our personal and collective humanity beyond the myopic focus of the everyday, enabling our consciousness to expand and become ‘galactic’. However, in forgetting our origins, the stars were seen by many as navigational aides and the sky was divided up into sections, as we watched for signs of what would unfold in any given season. Rendered mute, those stellar voices were subsumed in choirs that have become known as the Band of Animals, or the zodiac.
Ever restless, stars occasionally get frustrated with the music that they are playing and decide to up sticks and join a new group. One such switch occurred on the 28th of November 2011, when Regulus had enough of Leo and decided to lend her voice to the Virgo ensemble!
Traditionally associated with the concept of royalty, perhaps due to it being the alpha star in the Leo asterism, a constellation associated with the Lion, a majestic feline often allied with people of prominence within most cultures. Known to the Arabs as Qalb al-Asad, the Heart of the Lion; in Babylon as Sharru, the King; in Akkadia as Amil-gal-ur, the King of the Celestial Sphere; in India as Magha, the Mighty or the Great One; and in Persia, Miyan, or the Central One or the Star of the Center, Regulus was heard to encourage the heart of the king to open to gOd, and to fill him with courage and magnanimousness, and to become strong yet gentle, wise and discerning, open to all, yet wily enough to overcome the seduction of those seeking power and influence, after all it is the function of a king to make and uphold the laws of the land, as well as to be the bringer of peace (and war) and the person whose world view, attitude and emotional stability set the tone for those within his dominion.
Tired of being a paid entertainer to those who failed to overcome their base instincts, their hearts being filled with hubris instead of devotion, Regulus has thrown her lot in with the Vestal Virgins where her focus is on heart-based service and the ritual and preparation to focus the heart on an embodied exchange of unconditional love with all.
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It is my experience that Regulus has had something to do with the Wisdom of the Heart – a deeper, compassionate, humble heart-centred awareness, offering humanity the opportunity to feel the beat of the mysterious wisdom of the heart chambers, and the secret fifth chamber, so foretold by Rudolph Steiner in the early 20th century. It is through this star-seed that the path into the Christos-heart is accessed, and therefore the ability to heal the broken chambers of the heart, ripped asunder by the ego-centred desires of a heart enslaved by the Lucifierian chakras.
The shift of this Wizened Heart is towards a two way, cooperative and inclusive exchange of experiential and embodied heart-centred consciousness, purified away from the desire of the heart, and focused on the intentional aspirations of a devoted heart, as we can see with the love and attention of Róisín, as she tends the rose and the plants; and with Ardghal’s care and diligence in drawing the rose. Their story is one of practical devotion, humbly shared and exchanged, without desire or seeking acknowledgement or recognition for their craft, qualities so hard to access within a world, still used to longing to be ‘royal’ and adored and admired.
With the shift in emphasis of the Wizened Heart, you may feel Regulus’ presence when preparing a space with purpose, when tending to the tasks that ask for patience and grace. There is leadership in these choices, expressed through rhythm, through quiet acts that support balance and healing. Regulus carries this tone without wavering, and you are invited to meet it through calm attention and consistent effort.
Service, through this lens, is not a response to pressure. It is a sacred act that rises from alignment with your values. It lives in how you treat the spaces you enter, how you speak to others, how you organise what surrounds you.
So ahead of the Mutable Earth New Moon that aligns with Regulus on the 23rd of August, let me ask you to reflect on the following:
- What intentions move through your hands as you work?
- What quiet offerings shape the energy of your day?
- What practices allow your care to become acts of love?
As the light of Regulus illuminates this Virgoan New Moon and the sign of Virgo in general, know that you are held in the presence of a teaching that values simplicity with depth and that you are being offered an opportunity to embody heart wisdom through gentle, clear action.
I leave you with another question to reflect upon – what will you bring into alignment today, and how will you carry that with you?
Beannachtaí
Andrew
Completed on the 27th of July 2025 at 09:19 am BST
