For a while now, I’ve been blathering on about this week in astrology. With so many important things occurring all at once, it’s not only the most important week of the year, but one of the most important weeks we’ll see for years to come.
The new moon in Sagittarius last night (or early this morning, depending upon where you live), was made auspicious because of all the other planetary events happening at the same time in the final degrees of the sign. It also occurred at the galactic center — something I don’t know that much about, but many other astrologers have ascribed special power to that particular degree of the zodiac. More importantly (to me, anyway), the conjunction of the moon and the sun took place just before the ingress of Saturn into Capricorn: the premiere planetary event of 2017.
As an astrologer, it’s my job to keep my eyes open during times like this. As someone who is rather superstitious, I sometimes get off track looking for “signs” that the universe may be attempting to send me. Some people think I’m crazy, but some people still believe Donald Trump has their best interests at heart. Enough said.
So, last night I stayed up until just before the new moon arrived where I live. I wanted to be laying in bed while it happened, consciously making a resolution to use the power of this event to plan a better future for myself. But right before I went to bed, I looked out my front window and there was this big, fat porcupine eating the fallen seed from my bird feeder.
I have never seen a porcupine in my neighborhood, never mind in my yard. I rarely see them when I walk in the woods. In fact, I can only remember one time in my life when I’ve seen one up close. This one was a few feet away from me. I would have taken a photo, but I didn’t want to scare it away.
Was the universe trying to send me a sign? Instead of laying in bed waiting for the new moon to arrive, I spent it with a big, fat porcupine. Am I supposed to be more prickly in the future? I know that some people like it when I’m bitchy, but I’m not sure I like myself when I’m bitchy. Or maybe it was a sign to let me know that I’m not defenseless. I’ve got a Cancer moon, and I can be very defensive. Around here, porcupines don’t have to worry about predators because no one messes with them. They’ve got the equipment they need to cope when an adverse situation arises. Perhaps I’ve had the equipment all along.
Maybe that’s it. I’m going to tell myself that’s it. I probably need to take something away from the incident. After all, you don’t get to meet your spirit animal every day.