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Zoo and Sniffles

Posted in Astrology, Music with tags , , , , , , , , on July 19, 2009 by sudhirastropoetica


It’s sunday night. Was it really only Friday night that Lion Island played the Zoo? How amazing it is to be on a stage where i’ve seen people perform that I am seriously gobsmacked by. I am remembering Don Walker – my favourite Australian songwriter by a country mile. Who else writes stories like that? His solo stuff is peerless. Really it was so much fun to play. The sound was amazing. Nine of us, making one hell of a huge racket for a bunch of fiddlers and pluckers and thumpers and warblers. The crowd loved it – and I got a cold. The first tragedy of my just slightly post mid-life rock and roll lifestyle. Could be worse. Being sick is an opportunity to lie in bed and read. And talk into a tape recorder – doing an astrology reading. For far away people I do such things. It’s a daunting task. No-one there to interact with. Just a voice echoed by an empty room reverberating with whatever I do or don’t understand about the stars. Each time I tell the story of a Greek myth or rattle on about the psychology of essence, I am talking to myself. Engraving the message a little deeper into the copper plate of my soul. I’m editing some old songs as I write this. To what end I don’t know. Songs, gifts of the gods and the sweat glands. How come they become such treasured possessions? Like holding on to reflections on the surface of a lake. The creative process demands total emotional engagement. The message of Cancer, recurring again and again as the hypothetical sun weaves it’s way through the stars of the crab. The real sun is of course travelling through Gemini – but hey we won’t go there right now. Unless of course you want to…..

Crows and Crabs

Posted in Astrology with tags , , , , , , on July 7, 2009 by sudhirastropoetica


I woke up with full intention to go to the left. Life came rushing through the dor insisting I go to the right. Now i’m sitting here feeling stunned and trying to find the middle. The crows are crowing, as they do in these hills. There’s always someone nailing something and today is no exception. Let’s face it – there can be no mincing of words – the sign of Cancer is about Mother. Personal, universal and all gradations in between. How good are we at finding a healthy relationship with our mothers? Or with existence as our mother? This is one of the themes that radiates out from the symbol of the Crab. I’m touched by Pythagoras saying to be a good son. I get touched by such things – and by the authority of those who have arrived home. What does it mean to be a good son? For me it means to find a kind way to be myself. Sometimes I nail it and sometimes I forget. Sometimes a very friendly individuality – and sometimes i’m kicking and fighting to assert my independence – which is a sure sign that I haven’t got it. Mr Gurdjieff also – one of the few characters in recent history I regard as a bona fide hero (look him up) – says something like ‘before one can find God (oneself) one has to have made peace with one’s mother and father.’ I paraphrase. It sounds trite and simple, yet it is such a big journey. At this point in time I am comfortable with my personal mother, but i’m not always so comfortable with the universal mother as she comes at me through various close encounters. Does she want to swamp me? Or does she really want to love me? Is she aware of what she is up to? Or is she working her way to greater consciousness too? Do I and can I trust her? Which all goes to show that this is definitely a work in progress – and that these archetypal metaphors are good things to bounce around with, in the quest for significance. The hammering has stopped and the crows have been replaced by excitable parrots. How amazing is a day!