The Retrograde Rave
Pick up your whistles and Pacifiers and Dance!
Why is this important?
Normally you might have Mercury placed in a sign that makes you as agile and nimble as Jack jumping over a candlestick, but be mindful of cosmic turbulence. With all of the retrograding motion and Scorpio’s fiercely regenerative Plutonian energy coupled with its wildly multidirectional Martian energy (read unfocused energy), Scorpio’s shamanic energy can make jumping over a simple candle feel like you are jumping over The Burj Khalifa in slow motion. So for you cosmic surfers that are accustomed to grabbing a bigger board when larger waves come crashing forward, you may opt for a wet suit made by Pampers instead of that flashy thong.
It is not that we all cannot handle the cray that is coming our way. The issue is that the cosmic energies will be moving in a fast and furious manner that will blur out clarity and replace our crystal vision with beer goggles so thick that we will nominate The Hunchback of Notre Dame to be the next top model for fashion week in Milan. So while you are ignoring that RuPaul voice whispering, “don’t f*ck it up,” in your ear, just remember that moments like this actually build us up way more than we suspect that they may be tearing us down!
You won’t have to travel as far as Paris, France to feel the potential for love as Scorpio’s full moon sting ray of cray begins its campaign way before showtime. The Quasimodo in everyone of us will be longing for timeless love that stretches across lifetimes to find or rediscover us. The passion that you will feel in the air in the coming weeks will be as confusing as it will be intoxicating making you oscillate between the love styles of Anthony and Cleopatra and Punch and Judy.
Don’t worry if your love life doesn’t look like that of Gomez and Morticia or Romeo and Juliet, as Venus is still in Aries helping us to make peace with our inner Quasimodo. Yes, you too can find peace even while all of the dueling retrograding planets give us the sense that we are a just the latest incidence of cosmic road kill, a crashing calamity on the cosmic racetrack of change and evolution disguised by the trance/techno ambience of the Raging Retrograde Rave.
There is no doom and gloom. Put on your boots, jump in the mosh pit and enjoy the hell out of the experience of banging your head and thrashing. I promise when it is over that the endorphins and wisdom that come from it will make you happy.
For more information on April, see my article with the Cosmic Intelligence Agency.