Vulture Medicine- Venus and Pluto
Art: The Crone by Elena Albanese
Vulture Medicine. Venus and Pluto in Capricorn
In medical Astrology, Saturn rules the Skeletal Structure. Our bones. If we have issues with our bones, or teeth, astrologers often look to see if we are having a significant Saturn Transit.
As the ruler of Capricorn, where Venus has seeded her new cycle and where we find her yet again, I’ve been thinking a lot about the skeleton.
The thing that’s left when a Vulture finishes her work. When she has picked away every last useful thing. And digested it.
Our bones are the only thing that is left when we bury our dead.
Pieces of our skeleton remain in the ashes of the funeral pyre.
Those bones then become fossils, something we study. Our Natural History. A living almanac. The thing that says “I was here.”
It’s kind of a pop-culture thing in our corner of the internet, to talk about the New Earth, and a transition from 3-D to 5-D. This idea that we are creating some kind of sparkly new paradise.
While I don’t argue that 5-D exists, and that a new earth wouldn’t be just lovely.
I get the feeling that isn’t the thing. I’m 100% certain it isn’t my thing. Not now.
We aren’t actually done with this Story Yet. The one that began when Saturn and Pluto met in January of 2020. The one that plunged us into Wonderland and upended all sense of normalcy.
It took a while for us to admit that “normal” wasn’t a thing we were getting back too. That when this was finished, we’d need to blaze a new trail.
This Venus Cycle, that began with Venus in proximity to Pluto, in the sign of Deep Time, and connected to the ancestors, who will pass this way again, has come to remind that there still more to process, digest, alchemize, and transmute here, with her conjunction to Pluto, perfecting on 1/1/2023.
There are still more secrets to unearth, more truth to be revealed, more layers to shed. Both within ourselves, and as a collective.
As a culture, we are so quick to want to move on to the next thing. We avoid lingering in the discomfort, in places lined with grunge and muck.
We love to be toxin free, but like to skip the process of detoxification.
But I think there is so much gold here in the boggy peat. The peat that becomes coal. The coal that becomes a diamond.
The Feminine is slow. We can’t rush Her. We can’t dominate or extract from her. She’ll pull us down despite our best efforts to side step her Holy Curriculum. Again and again until we’ve got it.
She wants us to linger here. Like Vultures. Take our time with this part. In the dark of night, in the fallowness of winter, we can move at our own slow, inward, pace.
I’ve been forced to embody this lesson this year. To not run out in front of what She is teaching me. She wants me to go at the pace of my own healing, my own digestion. While there have been times I’ve wanted the grief and exhaustion to end already. I’ve wanted to dominate my own reality. But she won’t have that. She serves life up, sip by sip. This is the way of nature. She unfolds in her own time, and she has her own perfect intelligence.
I once heard that “the secret to inner peace and happiness is to love the life you’ve got. Ferociously.”
While I’m not sure that’s the only thing. It is helpful when we are anxious to move on ahead of Her. To be the planet’s petty tyrants, pushing evolution faster then it wants to go. To jump ahead in the timeline.
I think there’s something about that here. While we move slowly with her. At the pace of reality. Can you love where you are in the story now?
