Parnus- Part 2

Family

“What am I looking at, Dusan? The moons are alive!” Hands splayed on the protruding viewing bubble speckled with luminescence, Scotia laughed and choked a little before a hydrobot spout slipped between her lips. Recalling her early courses when Parnus was still referred to as “new earth”, waterfalls on shimmering individual spheres she’d expected, but undulating infinity patterns within them tweaked her curiosity. Parnus did not resemble Earth even slightly from space, but then this was not the sun’s elliptical orbit, she reminded herself. Three life-sustaining moons created a less oval, more triangulated, and boundaried orbit.

“Everything is alive, like on Earth, but on Parnus life is louder”, Dusan left the com station to appreciate her first views. “You’re going to be amazed from this moment forward and…”, he paused until she turned to look at him, ”maybe scared a few times. If you weren’t frightened, you’d be the first, Scotia”. His concern for her was evident in the worried lines around his dark and earnest eyes.

“Where are the stars”? she asked, determined to learn as much as possible before they landed. “The moons radiate heat, right”? As the effects of cooling dissipated, incomplete facts drifted toward her then away again. Scotia frowned as she tried, and failed, to remember.

Dusan waved one long-fingered hand toward the moons that did not resemble any moon in the Milky Way. “You cannot see the stars in this section of the universe due to Parnus’ moonslight, but on rare occasions the moons dim, and the sky is wonderfully familiar for a little while”.

His nostalgia surprised Scotia. “I remember them saying the moons have pink waterfalls, fantastic enough by itself, but THIS”! Dusan’s worries were forgotten as uncharacteristic laughter burst out of his betrothed. Scotia’s delight easily became his as she continued, “I can’t believe I’m finally here. I never thought I’d see it”, she paused, “or you and Zehmy again”. Her voice cracked on the last bit. The, stranger yet, tears welled in her silver eyes.

Dusan retained his usual stoic façade, but inwardly a seed of hope grew with Scotia’s glee. “We were surprised, too, but I don’t believe anyone was as delighted as you are seeing it for the first time”. He couldn’t help chuckling a little himself when she turned to him with a rare smile. “And you’re right- they’re more elaborate and interdependent than our lessons portrayed. The Parnus scientists were earth-bound by a single planet model. They didn’t imagine a multi-planet ecosystem and entirely overlooked mutualism for human survival here”. At her look of concern, Dusan gave her a smile of reassurance, “I promise to answer your questions while we adjust to the difference in gravity and evaluate bio” He ran a hand lightly over her silver hair. “I’m glad you’re here, too”.

Scotia felt his concern through his touch- exquisitely so. More spcaious than she recalled from their boarding on Earth, the interior of the craft hummed with equipment recessed behind pale walls. A petite oval disk unfolded on the opposite wall while a pair of round padded seats rose from the floor on silver spindles and caught her attention momentarily before she turned back slowly in order to full take in Dusan’s form. He seemed to have lost the lean hardness he once prided himself on, yet a measured danger lingered. She did not imagine a new world softening Dusan and decided to keep her own foreign feelings to herself. “Can I have something to eat before we do that?”, she glanced over at their newly-arrived seating which looked made for spinning to her.

“That’s a positive indication!” Dusan moved her aside gently and made a series of hand motions not unlike sign language. For a split second she imagined his fingers trailing down her back in the cave on earth. Scotia assumed the holographic panel that appeared held her health log. “Two Nutriquids, Delbert”, he practically shouted with a grin. Her laughter was all the reward he needed for naming the spacecraft after their kindergarten class’s pet turtle.

“When do we go to Parnus, Dusan?”

Here came the hard part, he thought, his hesitation a red flag for Scotia. In her usual manner, she pushed, “What did you mean “mutualism to survive here”? For humans?” The hydrobot slipped between her lips, programmed for 20 spoken words. “This is a little annoying, by the way”.

“You need to listen more than talk anyway”, Dusan said and put up his hand as she took a breath to protest. “Your esophagus is fragile, so the hydrobot will remain at that setting for a couple more days. I won’t take chances with your reorganization, Scotia”. The table between them retracted with a button and he moved closer. “Do you remember mutualism from our bioengineering courses”? Scotia nodded and gave him a small smile. Adaptation equals survival, she reminded herself. She had adapted in Eudaimonia and she’d adapt on Parnus for Zehmy. Unfortunately, she hadn’t left her nail-biting habit on earth but instead of giving in to it, she sat on her hands and forced herself to focus on Dusan’s surreal words regarding how humans, and every other living thing on Parnus, relied on “Ixkeeb” as an operating consciousness which assisted their survival, but required certain evolutions for humans.

Why did “Ixkeeb” sound so familiar?

Taking her trembling hand from under her thigh, Dusan guided it behind his ear to what felt like a gill that moved in sync with his breath. Scotia wanted to run, but where could she go? She made herself stay still, her breath only stopping for a moment in surprise. Then he took the same hand behind her own ear to a small slit. Scotia’s heart raced as she tried to grasp that somehow she was growing gills. Gills!

“Do we breathe underwater, Dusan? Tell me what to expect. You don’t look that different…”, Scotia realized she could only see so much.

“Ixkeeb lives under the surface, which is similar to water. I have gills because Ixkeeb chose Zehmy as his diplomatic envoy, Scotia”.

“Zehmy is only six”, she muttered, confusion creasing her forehead.

“Zehmy is uniquely gifted, Scotia. Ixkeeb may have…, no I’m sure, Ixkeeb contacted him before we ever left Earth. I don’t know when or how, but Zehmy recognized Ixkeeb while everyone else was initially shocked, if not terrified”.

Scotia thought of Zehmy in his crib babbling in the sunlight after his naps, his little fat hands reaching upward. Her baby boy. “I’m ready to meet Ixkeeb and hug Zehmy, Dusan. I need to see my son before you tell me more. I can face anything afterward, but right now I need love more than intel”.

He wanted to protest, but knew it would cost him her trust. “As long as you agree to let me help you, to not shut me out, we can start descent. Three levels of decompression enables the entire craft to land. It would be best if you inhaled calming mist for a while… ok, nevermind on the mist”. Her vehement head shake at his last request let him know she was still herself.

Poison Arrows & A Taste for Vengeance

Nessus in the Pisces/Virgo Eclipse Cycle

How the universe regulates astrophysics can be found in cycles. Tracking the nodes of the moon is not only useful for astrologers and astronomers, but the 18.6 year eclipse cycle is also used to predict tidal patterns and coastal flooding by oceanographers and coast gurads around the world.

Astrological understanding of Solar and Lunar eclipses begins with knowldege of the North and South nodes of the Moon’s cycle transiting two of the twelve zodiac signs for a year and a half, with an overlap rather than a linear progression. Pisces & Virgo’s last eclipse cycle began shortly after Facebook became available to all users (2006) and ushered in a time of global economics with the birth of the European Union and the North American Free Trade Agreement.

Our strength when the North Node is in Pisces lies with logical Mercurial Virgo and the S. Node of the past, actual information balancing deep spiritual and psycholigcal unknowns.  

The N. Node in Pisces whispers, “can you imagine if” and begs us to suspend our intellect in favor of trying new ways based on what we need and want rather than what we think. This is chaos at heaven’s gate, suspension of our quest for empirical evidence for that of unseen energy. Most can agree truth is not easy to swallow while swimming in a sea of information, but this is where unseen principles like archetypal psychology assists us with pattern recognition and benefits of disruption and redirection.

In addition to intensely strong change signatures of Jupiter, Neptune, and Mercury due to their positions, there is an element of hugely karmic energy in this eclipse cycle.

Nessus, a centaur minor planet discovered in 1993 between Saturn and Pluto, is riding with the N. Node in Pisces, and flavoring this cycle with the excessive appetites of centaurs in mythology. It isn’t all fun and centaur games in laid back Pisces, though. Unifying potentials tug at our hearts and the collective may witness harsh consequences for abuse of power. Sowing poison may be rampant, but few poisoners escape their own intentions. Sometimes the most positive contribution in an unhealthy situation is nothing. “I contribute nothing to (_fill in the blank_)”, is a powerful self-reminder.

In Greek mythology, Nessus becomes a ferryman carrying passengers back and forth across the river Evenus on his back; a third chance for the lusty Centaur who had escaped paying for his unapologetically immoral behavior countless times. On this day, Nessus told Princess Deianara, gorgeous, yet insecure wife of Hercules, he would be more than happy to offer her a ride across a roaring river bulging with recent rains to the road on the far side. “Just across the river and no further,” ordered Hercules without even a glance in Nessus’s direction. He may have recognized the centaur if he paid him even the slightest attention. But, he was preoccupied looking back the way they had come as the couple ran from the wrath of his father-in-law, King Oeneus, due to Hercules’s inadvertent killing of his favorite cup bearer. Thoroughly disgusted with her husband, Deianara accepted the centaur’s offer. Across the river, Hercules heard his beloved’s shrieks as Nessus ran his hands up her gown and over her legs and tried to carry her away from her husband. Pulling an arrow dipped in a hydra’s poisonous blood from his quiver, an enraged Hercules shot Nessus in the chest before the centaur made it to the tree line with his unwilling rider. As he laid writhing from the poison, Nessus begged Deianara’s forgiveness through sobs. Even in his weakened state he charmed her with his excuses. Surely, she knew he had lost his mind due to his nature as half beast coupled with her irresistible allure. It really was not his fault she had tempted him by riding astride as he had advised for the safest passage. Blood rushing to her cheeks at his innuendo, Deianara was caught off guard by his inappropriate speech.

As a token of apology to the princess, the cunning centaur collected a few drops of his hydra-tainted blood in a tiny vial and gifted it to Deianara.  A love potion made from his centaur blood was the least he could do to make amends. Potently effective, he told Hercules’s wife to save it in case her lover’s affection was ever captured by another, more youthful love interest in the future. Nessus promised if she used the contents of the vial Hercules would never look at another. While Deianara doubted Hercules would ever fall out of love with her, she still secreted the vial away in her purse. Nessus died happy, confident of his manipulation and eventual revenge on them both.

As Nessus predicted, eventually Hercules grew restless and dreamed of his love for the fair Iole. Her grandfather King Eurytus had reneged on granting Hercules her hand in marriage as a prize for winning an archery contest before he married Deianara because Hercules was cursed by Demeter and could be driven mad by her at any time. Years later, it bothered Hercules when he thought about how he, the most heralded hero in the entire universe, his strength equal to his father Zeus, was wronged by a mere mortal king. Vengeance was sweet when Hercules killed the king and his sons and took Iole as a slave after sacking the city. They would all know the price for denying him the respect her deserved.

From the balcony, Princess Deianara saw Hercules and his new richly dressed slave as they came through the estate gates. Deianara’s heart clenched at the young woman’s fresh beauty while the smug look on her husband’s face filled her with jealousy. Carefully, she laid out a new dark shirt for her beloved which perfectly hid droplets of Nessus’s love charm.

Within seconds of dressing Hercules fell to the ground screaming in torment from the hydra’s poison he himself had collected and used against his foes. The pain was unbearable and unrelenting, but he yelled out that it was his wife who gave him the poisonous shirt. Finally, he built his own funeral pyre from nearby trees, climbed onto it while still writhing in agony and begged for someone, anyone, to be friend enough to light it and end his life.

Deianara was heartbroken her jealousy had been used to kill the Hero Hercules and she knew she would be punished severely by the Gods. Deianara rushed into their home and stabbed herself to death. In the Greek language her name stands for “husband destroyer.”

In astronomy Nessus has an unpredictable orbit, making its future movements unknown, much like micro aggressions that fester if not forgotten. In archetypical psychology some or all of the characters are within our psyche. Do you recognize:

  1. The Arrogant Hero displaying superiority and entitlement to the point of violence and murder.
  2. The Wild Unbridled Horse- a part of the human psyche which celebrates freedom from man-made rules and cannot be tamed.
  3. The Villain is morally corrupt and brings all the nasty emotions which drive violence like lust, jealousy, and spite.
  4. The Jealous Wife who tries to manipulate and control her spouse.

A modern Nessus narrative may show up as a friend who leaves you alone to pick up food with an extremely attractive stranger who you mentioned was your type when you arrived at a party together. Hercules’s traits may be seen in a random person who assumes you want to dance when they grab your arm and spin you in a circle while announcing it will be a night to remember now that you are with him. Deianara may appear as you telling the overly enthusiastic dance partner that you have a friend who is perfect for them then introducing the two as soon as she returns. Meanwhile, your friend does not have the chance to tell you that she talked you up to the person you thought was extremely attractive.

We all have shadows/behaviors born from unmet needs or victimization, but it is the hiding of our human weaknesses that destroys relationships. As we travel with Nessus conjunct the North Node of fate over an unpredictable period, being aware of our desires and what we need to feel fully free keeps us safe from poisoning, or manipulation and misunderstandings. Revenge carries an energy in the Nessus mythos that doubles back and self-destructs.

Project Hardcopy

A Hybrid of Roots & Wings

From the technology lens, the speed of societal change is somewhat dizzying, familiarity becoming rare without a real effort to capture it. Effort itself is a bit outdated, but like a freshly-prepared meal compared to fast food, it’s the first ingredient for deliciousness and enjoyment. Slow cooking is one of those hands-off-the-screen activities that help my nervous system decompress while my overactive mind chops and simmers new ideas.

Progress is frequently viewed as a road constructed in uncharted territory, a pursuit of novel scientific solutions. Only recently, I’ve wondered, “what would we do without satellites and global internet” and “I hope there’s a backup plan”. As NASA gathers research on solar storms and flares, a part of me is anxious about Icarus-like tech giants.

Don’t worry- This isn’t a tech doomsday imagining, nor will I bore you with reminiscences of my dog-eared books, or tea stains and greasy prints on thousands of notebook pages. I simply wonder if some media not only feels secure as a hard copy in my possession, but also strikes something in my genetic memory, a chord of imaginings stretching and supporting me when I’m blocked or feel low. I can delete it from everywhere else and have a single vulnerable hard copy (shiver). I’m unsure if it’s riskier than a sudden outage or an unreliable auto-save feature.

Yesterday my 7-year-old grandson excitedly told me, “We were attacked!”, when I picked him up from school, then went on to reassure me, “but we don’t have to worry because they are far away in Russia or another country”. At least they aren’t sheltering under their desks, I told myself as I steered our conversation to pencils, paper worksheets, and white boards. He went on to tell me it wasn’t a big deal because “we don’t have any schoolwork left, just fun stuff”. Fortunately, an all-day walking field trip in their town including history lessons and ice cream was already scheduled for his class the next day. Real-time learning activities minimized the hacker’s damage and I hope gave administrators ideas for mitigating impacts of future digital outages.

I’m not suggesting we roll back tech and ai advances that continue to prove efficient, but I wonder if today’s news regarding militarized Russian satellites gives us one more reason to prepare for internet outages. The loss of the library at Alexandria comes to mind when I think of the intellectual property stored in the cloud. The decades upon decades of dystopic stories have trained my brain, I know, yet cannot help but follow the plot to old-timey solutions that somewhat save our sanity, if not our humanity.

Vinyl has made a resurgence for the same reason I am suggesting hard copies of stories and vital information, not as a sole source, but as an artistic product in multiple formats for security’s sake and for our mental health. Being a creative is challenging enough without worrying about losing work.

In the midst of a tech era, I’ve been studying Ptolemy, Manilius, & Vettius Valens, learning the history and theory of ancient astrology. A side-effect of studying Greek philosophy is sharpening observations of the world around me, especially noticing patterns of rise and fall. As we rise, we typically take some of the past with us, the known blending with unknowns. Perhaps, by reading real-life books, printing a few pages at the library and writing in notebooks we can find footing in a world increasingly constructed of air.

These are the thoughts and feelings informing my hybrid-model astrology practice in June, 2024. When the aliens arrive, I realize I may need to adapt, but stories will always be secure inside an exercised and flexible mind.