The Advent of Winter Solstice

So I come upon myself a wash of detoxing chemicals and the scent of death. How should this be? I dedicate myself to the Sun, wash myself in the Light, anoint myself healer of the sick, and I fall headlong into the darkness. I dramatize of course, it’s not near as bad as all that.

With my recent planetary shift I knew that I would need to move my main altar to the East. I have traditionally kept my personal altar in the West. There is a Yin Yang principle at play in this. The Western Altar faces East and the Eastern Altar faces West. So now I find myself facing East. The Altar facing West, and the Western Wall of my Temple was empty. Like a black hole, it began to suck in all light, becoming plugged only by those things in my possession that were too dark to count for light, those things that were in fact of Death.

The Eastern Border of my Temple piled higher and higher. It has been many years since I have uncovered so many of my magickal items at one time. The Light shines on all things. And I open myself to the elements. The West, by contrast, reflects the Shadow cast by the Altar in the East. This shadow collapses in on itself.

There seems little need, ironically, for much discussion of the East and my new placement in the influence of Sol. Except to say that my prior work was exceedingly successful. However, this desire to heal others has turned on me. Apparently this ability is strongly knotted with the healing of one’s Self. It is indeed hard to pluck a splinter from your brothers eye when you have a log in your own. The strength of the Light when working from the Sun also tends to highlight one’s own personal flaws. If I may utilize redundancy with that last sentence to further illustrate my point!

Forgive me. I believe that the warmth of the slippers on my feet and the warmth of the wine in my belly are influencing my writing.

When you fully embrace the Solar magicks, not just utilize the Sun, but enter the Sun, and your work is the Light from the Sun, you yourself become darkness. If you project pure light, then what is left is darkness. That is not fully accurate. What is left is a darkness that is only dark due to the speed with which light moves through and out of it’s center. The core of the sun is pure darkness. Much in the way that the core of a black hole is in fact a Sun. The same as Yang holds the seed of Yin and the Yin holds the seed of Yang.

Now that I have moved past Pluto, through Mercury and am deeply embedded in the Sun, I find myself connected back to Pluto. Though only a countercharge, it has been an unexpected result. And this my Temple and my soul reflects.