The Rise Of The Black Moon Lilith: the Woman Inside

I have noticed a lot more angry women lately. Have you? Astrologically this is the rise of the Black Moon Lilith: the woman inside. The deep womanhood that has been repressed for thousands of years ever. The woman that has been lost during the age of Pisces. The woman that is breaking free.   We saw the start of this in the 1960s when the energies triggered it for a while but now I am seeing and feeling it more and more.   A little background. Lilith was Adams first wife who was created equally, from the same ground and at the same time as Adam and when she refused to be subservient to him she left Eden in anger. She has also been mentioned in other mythologies but the story is similar in each. If you want to read more there is one article on the myth in the Encyclopedia Mythica. Or there’s Google.   Black Moon Lilith in the Cosmos is the womanhood that has been repressed for all this time. The moon usually represents women and womanly qualities and the black moon is the dark Scorpionic side to that. The deeply sexual, angry woman. The woman that is antithesis to the woman hood that has been feted under the patriarchy. And she is pissed off right now as she is in a triangle with Pluto  (the God of the Underworld, in Capricorn, authority and the father) and Uranus (the God of the Sky in Aries ruled by the God of War). These energies are triggering Lilith’s warlike qualities and she is triggering the undermining of authority...

Summer Solstice 2013

As we approach the summer solstice of 2013 I am drawn to remember the solstice of the year 2000.That year the solstice was at 2.48pm GMT on the 21st. A short time after this I woke up in labor with my second child. I had a magical (yes really) labor. I labored all day at home with only a TENS machine, a couple of puffs of Gas and Air and a birthing pool for pain relief. I walked around our English garden stopping to lean on my husband every now and then when I had a contraction. I ate some homemade soup when I felt a little peckish. It was truly magical. Alice Victoria was born in the birthing pool at 5.05pm. The birds were singing outside the window and I could hear the kids playing next door. Her second name is Victoria after my Grandfather, Victor, whose birthday was also June 21st. He died many years before but it seemed to be fitting that she carries his name. Why do I tell you this on the eve of this solstice? I want to talk about how I felt that day. I was not an ideal candidate for a home birth, apparently. I was 40. My first pregnancy had ended in induction, an epidural, forceps and a baby that had to be given oxygen before I could hold her. This time I was determined to have no intervention. I learned all I could about the birth process. First time round I had relied upon the medical profession to teach me this. They didn’t. I withheld small niggles from my...