Neptune entered Pisces around 12pm EDT April 4, 2011; ruling the roost for the first time since the surrender of Fort Sumter at the beginning of the Civil War. The eruption of systematic national violence in 1861, was within a day of Neptune leaving its base of power and entering the high speed, explosive territory of Aries. It ruled as long as it was in the swimming sea, but as soon as it crossed into the land of exploding seeds, the undulating schools of fish were scattered in a flash of chaos. With Neptune in Pisces the question is where are we going? On which current are we traveling? We instinctively scan the horizon, searching for land rising up from this seemingly endless sea. We have no other recourse, but to trust the stories given to us, about the lives of countless generations; who obviously, ultimately, took root and flowered.
We are all capable of rational thought and understand that violence lies always up ahead, and existence is a web of possibilities and threats, sometimes confusing and others clear as the translucent drops of dirty wash water sparkling as they are thrown into the light of the sun. We know that everything returns to earth and that the earth is often swallowed by the sea. We know nothing is guaranteed, that a highly unlikely ill timed moment of distraction is all it takes, and we are on our way to the other side.
Sometimes we just have to feel lucky to be alive.