CLOUD AS DEITY OR, MY ENTRY INTO JUPITER
My thoughts, although flattered by the homecoming of Venus in Libra and piqued by the upcoming new moon in Virgo, have been strangely keen on taking the long way around and around Jupiter. I'll admit, I've always had a hard time feeling into the depths of our greater benefic, or so I thought, as is often the case with a Jupiter in detriment/fall native.
What I find interesting about the discomfort of a debilitated planet is their often total lack of interest in rehabilitation. Desire, of course, is something else. Pallas mentioned in their lecture just this weekend that they view Jupiter in Aquarius as collective mourning, and Jupiter in Pisces as collective prayer. My natal Jupiter in Virgo is once removed from Aquarius by quincunx, that purposeful looking away— in detriment and longing at once in their shunning and being shunned—
the clouds have been working me without my even knowing. My eyes elongated as the kiss of stretched-so-far and to the edges of my skull. Auric body with its foil balloon edges, the slight rasp of the sharp plastic border
finally I have touched the edge of the cloud impermanent all through these handspun, slotted eyes, courtesy of Jupiter in mourning. Saturated with rain tonnage, blind, the entrance into their downpour and my vehicle parting the aqua plane as in lets fully consider the danger at the vantage.
With Jupiter contraparallel Uranus at the moment, Jupiter takes on the duty of prolific growth at the edge and, whittled, it's the edge itself that splits open, that distinction between two part flesh one part organ of skin. Glittering fresh as any hell— we with our collective grief! Pumping from one landscape to another. Jupiter, my outcrop. Inpatient alarm or cloud siren, of musk, milk, deliverance
xo