The New Moon in Mutable Air, conjoined Venus on the 6th of June 2024 at 13:37 British Summer Time
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Let me hear the silence that there is after your ‘singing’ – Fernando Pessoa
Before her stood two pillars, resplendent in their grandeur, rising into the star-strewn sky, their surfaces etched with hieroglyphs that sing of creation. To her left towers an obsidian pillar, from which a deep, resonant hum emerges, vibrating through to the core of Little Spirit. Anchoring the unseen and the mysteries that lie in her heart, she feels its energy – a profound gravity, pulling towards the depths of her own being.
To her right, stands the alabaster pillar, radiant and pure, emanating a soft, uplifting droning tone, as if is calling forth the light of understanding and clarity, guiding her soul towards the heights of divine insight.
Between them Little Spirit sees a passageway, a liminal corridor where the energies of life ebb and flow with a rhythm as ancient as the stars themselves that leads towards a dimly lit room. Curious, she enters.
Immediately feeling the tensional pull between the pillars, she feels her body starting to sway as the ‘music’ starts. It is not one of conflict but of harmony. The air, heavy with the Presence, builds its quiet procession, an invisible world filled with the beauty of the infinite and boundless possibility of encounter.
Though the light was indistinct, she locks her eyes along an unseen path onto the almost ethereal, Púca Damsha, who has emerged from the doorway by the obsidian pillar. Their eyes spoke volumes as they moved. Words unnecessary, the silence was broken by the ‘music’ between them.
Their feet tapped against the wooden floor in perfect synchronicity, a staccato heartbeat that echoed through the hush. Hands aloft, they mirrored each other’s movements, each flick of the wrist, each graceful arc of the arm, was a soundless dialogue, a language needing not the spoken word.
Yet, it was the space between them that held the true magic. This invisible thread, taut with intensity, connected them in a narrow gap that never closed, never allowing their bodies to touch. As their hands floated in the air, fingers tracing invisible patterns, the space between their palms alive with energy, a tangible force field that pulsed and crackled, filled with the electric tension of their unspoken emotions.
The melody wove through their movements in a rhythm that spoke of heartbeats quickened by proximity yet also restrained. They spun around each other, a whirlwind of motion that blurred the lines between them.
A light began to grow in the space between. It was a light unlike any other, pure and radiant, yet gentle and all-encompassing, a presence of boundless grace. It was neither form nor formless, but something beyond comprehension.
Now in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one, their souls intertwined in the sacred space where the divine touched the earth, a dance of souls.
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Then, with a final, dramatic flourish, they came to a halt. The last note hung in the air, a lingering whisper. The light having dawned, Little Spirit closes her eyes and draws into her heart a deep breath. Feeling stripped of the veil of illusion, she senses that the space she resides within has expanded. She stood, breathless, still not touching Púca Damsha, but bound by the invisible, indomitable connection that only they could see. It was not the closeness of their bodies that mattered, but the charged, vibrant space between them. It was in that space that the true essence of connection lived and breathed, a testament to the power of what is unseen yet profoundly felt.
Opening her eyes, he was gone, yet she was neither surprised nor upset. Somewhere deep within her was the knowing that where there is spiritual affinity, distance and presence is immaterial.
Knowing that she can continue to connect and feel his Presence, that she and he are one and the same, she left the room and once again walked between the pillars. As the light brushed her face, it dawned on her that the pillars do not oppose each other; rather, they create a dynamic equilibrium, a sacred space where her soul can find its true path and that the pull between them is a reminder of the eternal balance that underpins all life – the necessity of both shadow and light, of the profound and the illuminated, the heard and unheard, the liminal and the everyday and the inspiration and the hunger to create.
Mutable Air
In the quiet moments of dawn, when the first light of day whispers secrets to the awakening earth, there is a presence that moves unseen yet felt by all who breathe. This presence is that of Mutable Air, the breath of existence that dances between the realms of the known and the unknown, a sacred current that weaves through the fabric of your days.
Mutable Air is the great teacher of impermanence, reminding you that life is a delicate balance of holding on and letting go. Like the gentle breeze that caresses the meadow, it touches you softly, urging you to release your grip on what no longer serves and to embrace the fluidity of being. In its dance, you find the wisdom of transition, the grace of transformation, and the beauty of impermanence.
Consider the breath, that sacred rhythm of inhalation and exhalation, the most intimate connection you have with Mutable Air. Every breath you take is a testament to the ever-changing nature of life. You draw in the world, its energy and essence, and in releasing it, you make space for the new. Through this simple act, you are continually reborn, moment by moment, breath by breath.
The Mutable Air is also the harbinger of inspiration, the unseen muse that stirs the soul. In the stillness of a quiet room or the vast expanse of an open field, it is the air that brings the spark of creativity, the flash of insight, the whisper of a new idea. It moves through you, as it did Little Spirit, filling your mind with visions and your hearts with passion, urging you to create, to express, to be.
Iconography
It is enshrined within the glyph of this sign, as the pillars of duality extend up from all that it receives from the soul of the earth, and descends from the waters of the heavens, raining down upon you as you receive through the soul of space, a consciousness that transcends beyond the mere mortality of our human concerns. Those pillars mirror each other, a testament to the fact that we inhabit several places simultaneously – the seen and unseen, the tangible and the intangible, and the conscious and unconscious.
Yet, in its mutability, the air also carries the weight of sorrow and the echoes of loss. It is the sigh that escapes in moments of grief, the breath that catches in the chest as you remember those who have walked this earth before you. In its embrace, you find solace, a gentle reminder that all things are connected, that the breath of life is also the breath of death, and that in the end, you are all part of this vast, eternal dance.
To live with an awareness of Mutable Air is to embrace the essence of being alive. It is to recognise that change is the only constant, that you are always in a state of becoming. It is to find peace in the flux, to trust in the flow, to know that each breath is a gift, a moment of presence, a touch of the divine.
Conclusion
So, as the Sun and Moon draw in union within the dominion of Mutable Air on the 6th of June; as they are joined by the space that the heart of consciousness, Venus, holds, a space behind these Lights, opening their awareness to the ever living Presence of lOve, breathe deeply, consciously, with gratitude and grace. Feel the Mutable Air as it moves through you, carrying the wisdom of the ages and the promise of the future. In its embrace, may you find your true self, ever-changing, ever-growing, ever-connected to the breath of existence. For in the dance of Mutable Air, you are both grounded and free, both finite and infinite, both here and everywhere.
Completed on the 3rd of June 2024 at 07:43 am
All rights reserved Andrew Smith, 2024
