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Love, Simplicity and Doing Less

Posted in Astrology, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on October 6, 2010 by sudhirastropoetica

Venus in all her glory!

Rave On

I don’t know whether it’s me or if there’s just a lot going on. My god it might even be the planets! This cup of tea sure helps – with ginger. Let me start from the broad expanse and work my way in. My girlfriend is showering me with the kind of love that really stuffs up the habit of complaint. Whew! And we all know how much the ego loves to feed on complaint. Right alongside that, my mother is now 93. Watching her move into frailty is the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever witnessed (besides a living buddha). Being with her is an opportunity to take love way past the place where it depends on conditions, reasons, or thanks. I alternate between clear kind competence, when it all gets real, to nutty nervousness and worry when there’s room for conjecture. Reality once again proves less fearsome than fear itself. 

Meanwhile, Saturn drifts gently over my Sun. Whether there’s any factual truth in astrology will always be controversial but there’s no doubting the splendorous ways it dove-tails into synchronicity. One of my favourite past-times for years has been exploring the Greek Myths behind all the astrological symbols. An even greater and more fun past-time has been finding painted and sculpted images from the world of fine art where those myths have been represented. I’ve been busy for years reading stories then making prints of images, turning them into cards and presenting them to my clients as a provocation for their inner journeys. It’s been complex and rich and deeply satisfying – but I seem to be taking a turn. Simplicity is regaining its flavour. Once again – the more room there is for my astrological enquirers to find their own meaning the better. The less I offer, even if I have a well-spring of information at my fingertips, the more uniquely creative their own process.

My father used to manage the building of large infra-structure projects. He once told me that if he was able to lean back in his chair, roll himself a cigarette and joke around with whoever was in the room, it means he was doing his job. Less is more. To master any skill seems to involve discovering this. And in some way mastering skills, really mastering skills, seems to give a taste of what it might mean to master life.   

What’s Cooking

I’m off to the Tropical Writers Festival in Cairns on the 16th and 17th of October. Google Tropical Writers Festival for all the details. I will be there with Upasana who edited my book, and the guys from Boolarong Press. We will be signing copies at 1.30pm on both days. Upasana will be performing in Mapping the Heart on the Sunday. Google for times.

My column is now in The Westender in Brisbane, which comes out once a fortnight. They have done a wonderful job with the graphics, even including a photo of yours truly playing the banjo which is perfect. The more musical and the less esoteric astrology is, the better.

My book is turning up in more and more bookshops. I just spotted it in the Black Cat Bookshop in Paddington QLD. The more they sell it, the more they are inclined to buy it. So go get yourself a copy. Soon!

I am available to do Astrology Readings wherever you are in the world (MP3/Paypal) – and for Experiential Astrology Counselling Sessions if you are in South-East Queensland. I look forward to seeing you or hearing from you.



Social Media, Writers Festivals and Immediacy

Posted in Astrology, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on September 9, 2010 by sudhirastropoetica

Ceres - The Original Virgin Goddess

Ceres – The Original Virgin Goddess

It’s springtime. Warm days cool nights. Balmy indeed. The mulberry tree outside my back door has new leaves. For the last four days or so I have been going through a collection of inherited ambient music CD’s to figure out what’s worth keeping and what’s not. It has been a very weird experience. No matter what mood I’m in the soundtrack is blissful slow and hypnotic. My craving for the mangled voice of Tom Waits is growing exponentially with each new CD. When my phone rings and it’s Kashmir by Led Zeppelin calling I  pretty much have an epiphany. Almost the kind of epiphany I had last weekend when the Fremantle Dockers played out of their skins and put Hawthorn’s season to rest. There’s more to come on that front methinks.

On the astrology front it’s the time of the month when the newsletter comes out – which means a new Osho Horoscope. For those of you out there in the world at large who aren’t already aware of it, it is this little black duck that writes the Horoscope at Follow this rather ginormous link and give it a read.’s my favourite one of all to write. I’m talking to my tribe there. There’s a beautifully chosen little Osho quote after each sign that puts the icing on the cake.

Life has played a wonderful trick. Having lost the City News Astrology Column here in Brisbane because of a newspaper downgrade that is being sold as an upgrade, my agent (Auspac Media) has landed me almost immediately a return to The Westender. So, if you are in this part of the world and need a star fix, head over to West End and pick up a copy. It comes out fortnightly. I’m pretty sure my first column will be in there around the 15th of September.           

For the rest I am delighted to be tweeting regularly. @SudhirAstrology is where all the action is. Daily Astro Weather Reports – my new writing pleasure. They turn up on facebook as well. Hunt down Sudhir Daily Astro for your social networking pleasure.

I am booked to go to the Tropical Writers Festival in Cairns on the weekend of the 16th and 17th of October. There’ll be a whole bunch of Boolarong Press writers up there signing books. Google ‘Tropical Writers Festival’ for more info. My girlfriend who is also the editor of my book, Upasana Papadopoulos will be performing there at 12pm on 17th as well. Catch her amazing voice if you can. Tropical holidays are the best!

 I am busy doing writing exercises to hone my craft and perhaps ignite the spark of a next literary creation. The real skill is observation. Writing it down seems to follow naturally. Look. See. Note. Awareness. Catch the tail of the moments magic with a simple lyric. Meditation – the key note yet again.