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Pisces lunation: the fusion of peoples and the dissolution of the tyranny



The sign of Pisces, twelfth and last sign of the zodiac, mutable signs and female, whose element is water, marks the transition between late winter and spring.
Its key words are sense of unity, compassion, mysticism. This sign
whose action is insidious but profound nonetheless represents the groups, ensembles, mergers. Selflessness is accompanied by the dedication and sacrifice. It is a sign intuitive, imaginative, adaptable but also influenced, indecisive. He listens to others, generous and eager to provide its aid without restriction.
Fish swim in the vast ocean, ripple, letting himself be carried away by currents. It is a sign elusive, it slips, twists, and through the situations and environments based on it. He thinks all the details before he has a sense of essential, seized by intuition.
It symbolizes infinity, mysticism, faith. He has artistic talent, creative inspiration. He is very receptive, perceptive, with a sensitivity and is highly impressionable.
The native fish can take refuge in an imaginary world, make a retreat, or worse, dive in paradise artificial.

New Moon on March 4, 2011 at 20 h 46 UT - 13 ° 55 Pisces - is framed by Mars and Mercury 7 ° 45 20 ° 38 and Epimetheus sextile Pluto



It can serve mediator between the dynamic energy of Mars and to act with subtlety, intuition and persistence and the reasoning faculty of Mercury with an intellect very responsive, capturing the hidden meaning of things and so deftly able to express ideas. The ambition and assertiveness are highly developed, expressed in subtle ways with the possibility to make significant changes.

The energy of this New Moon appears to me to be directed towards high values and could give new impetus to the activities of charitable, humanitarian actions. It's time to reach out to help the peoples struggling for freedom and democracy, not hesitating to sacrifice. The climate is still very unstable and confused. It will be wary of the risks of conspiracy or treason, underhanded actions.

Neptune, lord of the lunar cycle completes its transit through Aquarius . He will return in one month in Pisces, April 4, at the next lunation.
On the last stage of the sign, Neptune, symbol of the aspirations and collective dreams of humanity, is the bearer of all that was accomplished during his transit through the sign of Aquarius and fraternal humanism (about 14 years) the planet of divinity about to get his seed in a sign that he is home, Pisces, joining Chiron who makes his home since Feb. 8. Without doubt, will we realize or feel more acutely that we are all connected to the great All, the soul of humanity. Merge to the UN is the key to opening the door of our healing by filling our empty spiritual.

On the chart of the lunation established for Paris (France) we note that the quadrant 2 (North West) with a predominant focus on the House V.
is an area that favors the creation, development and deepening or learning for the sake of service to others, making the spotlight on relationships. We need others to work.
With the NL in House V, sector of creative expression related to the need to be recognized, you can put a lot of energy to express what we are. Imagination is creative talents as an educator can also be increased during this lunation.
We must dare to act, take risks, seek to create and express themselves with sensitivity and imagination.

cardinal and mutable modes predominate during this lunation: The desire, drive and entrepreneurship are accented with a tendency to force events. Risk appetite and the ability to act decisively, direct and fast are strengthened and the flexibility to adapt; trade and other relations are facilitated.

mode fixed underrepresented could result in difficulties to demonstrate continuity in the effort to fulfill our responsibilities, a tendency to instability, indecision and scattered, a lack of determination, an stirring and contradictory attitudes.
However, the Ascendant is in Libra, Saturn retrograde joint (end of the twelfth house) and trine to Ceres which can offset the weakness of the fixed mode since these areas usually provide reflection, realism, seriousness, stability, sense of responsibility speaking ability and discipline in the sign nuanced and balanced Libra.
In addition, Saturn is the only planet not part of the cluster global occupying the quadrant 2 of the subject and only one aspect of the staggered growing links with the New Moon.
retrograde Saturn, the planet of time, prudence and effort, can manifest itself to us to make necessary adjustments before the next lunar month when Saturn will be opposing the New Moon phase completion .
could nevertheless feel a sense of dissatisfaction or frustration or rejection of responsibility for our delays, obstacles and failures on others. We must be more flexible, aware of the realities that we around, it is necessary to correct and improve that do not correspond to what seemed feasible to bring it to the next phase, the performance, that is to say its objective manifestation.

Venus, ruler of the Ascendant is 3 ° 15 Aquarius, sextile Jupiter and Uranus is about to enter into Aries (March 12): The generosity, altruism and humanitarian qualities are emphasized.

But beware Jupiter square Pluto and Uranus, the spouse at the Dark Moon is square to the axis of the Lunar Nodes.
The axis of the Lunar nodes passed March 3, the eve of the lunar month, in the Gemini South Node in Sagittarius and the North Node is the axis of trade and communication. The sense of touch (Gemini) is a valuable asset that would be useful to the service of a cause, an ideal or truth (Sagittarius).
The North Node in Sagittarius can induce us to think outside the box, to give new direction to our lives by following a goal that we will raise, highlighting the values of sharing, justice, trade. The association Uranus Black Moon and can challenge us to free ourselves from the conformism of mind, to free ourselves of preconceived ideas that prevent us from fully affirm our individuality.
However, the square of Uranus lunar nodes can lead to intolerance, intransigence or even violence in trade and social relations but also in relations with foreign countries: can think in the situation Florence Break and degradation of our relations with Mexico but also the crisis in Libya and the international retaliation that might ensue.
The liberation movement of peoples will grow, harden, driven by the desire to break free from chains that prevent them from realizing their ideals.

Note that Jupiter in Aries (Fire) and Pluto in Capricorn (Earth) are singletons. As I mentioned in my previous article (Aquarius lunar month), plus an element is isolated from a subject, the more he tries to survive with strength. There

finally a combination Water / Air, which, although not consistent, however, can give depth to our ideas and allow the detachment and a sense of perspective in relation to our feelings and our desires deep.
Note that this combination is the most sensitive of all the dreams and accentuates the tendency to retreat into fantasy. It gives a vivid imagination, creative faculties, also donations to care for others.

The first quarter will be held March 12 to 23 h 46 UT : the moon will be at 22 ° 03 Gemini while Uranus will make its final entry into Aries (at 0 h 53 UT).

During the Full Moon on March 19 to 18 h 10 UT the Moon 28 ° 47 Virgo is in opposition to the Sun 28 ° 47 Pisces spouse Uranus, Mars and the Moon Black, while Pluto is in square to this opposition.
Note also the parallel of declination between the Sun and Uranus (in conjunction), between Mars and the Moon (in opposition) and between Saturn and Jupiter (the third and final opposition to reform, it will be exact on March 28 ) square to Pluto.



There is a great thirst for power can cause very rebellious behavior, unpredictable and an obsession with power, domination at any cost. The climate is not conducive to the caution and control. Communication may be too strong, even brutal (Mercury Jupiter spouse in Aries), the words may be ailments. The atmosphere is tense, electric.
The sextile of Jupiter-Mercury to Venus could, perhaps, soften the situation, bring more kindness and consideration.
Saturn retrograde in Libra in opposition to Jupiter square Pluto will arrive there to stop this trend of domination, to seek solutions that are more balanced and fairer for all?

The last quarter will be held March 26 to 12 h 08 UT : The Moon 5 ° 29 Capricorn will be joint and Pluto square Sun conjunct Uranus!


"It imagination that extends to us the extent of potential and nourishes the desires by the hope of satisfying. " Jean-Jacques Rousseau

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A GRIEF immence

I HAVE MORE OF MOM!

For weeks my mother was in hospital. These days, she was in a coma. One day before she left us, my brother, my two sisters and I have visited him to tell him how much we loved him.
She could not talk to us, but we are confident that we heard.
See all her children gathered at the foot of the bed of a blissfully happy!

When my sister phoned to tell me that Mom had left us, my heart was torn. You'll find me may be indecent, but I turned on my TV and watched with a copy of my Lulu super 8 films
We were shocked, my dear loved his Mama Belle

With my little camera, I shot Mommy in her daily life of peasant
picking fruit, hanging washing, picnic at the water's edge, meals family, harvest etc.
Lots of times I worked with her without attaching any importance.

I helped him often picking quinces to make jams it succeeded so well, cut corn fodder for his cows. In my happy carefree I did not realize that happiness is simply to live with those we love.

Life is as fragile as a candle flame. A nothing little off. The departure of a loved one is always cruel. It is a wound that never heals. Share a household chore, a meal, a simple walk is unique moments but extremely valuable. Eat them before it is too late.

To pay tribute to all Moms who always leave us too soon I invite you to listen to this song staggering Lynda Lemay:




A mother
It works full time, sleeping
Ca one eye open,
This is like a guard dog, in short
Ca slightest noise, Ca
s'lève at daybreak, because of the small Ca
nights.
True, Ca
dying of fatigue,
That dance forever an eternal jig,
It stays with her brood,
At the price of his youth,
At the price of her beauty.

A mother
It does what it can,
It can not do everything,
But it's his best.

A mother, calm bickering
Ca, Ca
other comb his own hair brush.

A mother
It's more like the other girls,
It forgets to be proud, Ca
living for his family,

Mother,
Ca s'confie our fold,
is taken as a core in the fruit of her womb

A mother
qu'ça This protects us,
With eyes full of water, The
hair full of snow

A mother
At one point, it s'courbe,
It squeaks when it s'penche,
It can no longer be heavy,
It falls, it breaks a hip,
Then quickly, it's dark,
is his last Sunday, crying and
Ca melts visibly
Ca reaches the thinness of the smaller coffins
O course it wants to review all
All his offspring huddled in her bedroom,
And it pretends to be even stronger,
til his junior has good r'fermé the door.

And when it ends up all alone, It looks decent
merde / Someone sky opens,
And there, it gives itself the right
To close for the first time,
both eyes at once.

A mother
Ca n'devrait not leave,
But nothing can be done
But one can not say anything.

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past month I have my electric wheelchair. I remain more cloistered at home. Now I can go shopping with my beloved Lulu. My coach has'm comfortable, it will never replace my legs. Alas, I need to mourn them, turn the page.

soon as I leave the apartment the difficulties begin:
My vehicle crossed the doors of the elevator at millimeter. I must be very careful fingers. A condition to remove the footrest, he can fit in the cage. I'm tight as a sardine can. By contorting myself I press the right button.

Outside the galley continues: I weave between dog shit, spitting and avoid pedestrians distracted. Often the sidewalk is narrow. I'm not allowed to make mistakes. If a wheel is in vacuum, is the fall.
The wheelchair weighing over one hundred pounds falling on me. I do not mean the risk of being crushed by a car ...

I only need to remember that I must always be seen motorists
In many circumstances they do not see me. This happens when I cross a pedestrian crossing, a vehicle can conceal my presence. The parking lots are dangerous. A car can back up and hit me without seeing me. To

the shop I practice quite often the driving:
Interior shops are often inaccessible to me. Merchants serve me in the street! When I enter a store, what are the products that are not. Luckily my baby is always by my side

I found the pleasure of walking in love. What a joy to tenderly hold hands with my sweetheart when we walk. I must be careful not to make it run. The controls are similar to my chair joystick of a video game. They are very sensitive!

Nothing scares me. My guardian angel is by my side to open up a door, grab an object, press a button, I say I love you darling, kiss me tenderly. Love Lulu makes me bounce. I have no right to give up, it would be too unhappy. For anything I want her to have the sentence. I promise to meet all the challenged, to move mountains for him a gift!

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A life

At these shells that rained embittered
relentlessly
What do we respond?

Other shells still
few wounds on our bodies, our mines
And bitter rain

They loudly and we dare to be silent, leaving the
recite sonnets their military
And our courage are already receding
Presenting the trunk our fates hands dirtier. A nos amours

extinct
To our romances feints,
What have we responded?

When our lovers crying
Our morality, our wedding
A deceptive.

And yet the courage, laughing at our wishful thinking
Qu'encerclait shaking his finger a ring,
And yet fate in a wave of cynicism
Who at the back of the church entertained the ancestors.


When death our bodies burning
Evapore
What he say now?

Tears subtle
A little less volatile
That our love pastels.

We remain unarmed, conscious and perishable
Briefly lucid, yet petrified
When we should see the unlikely chance
From benevolent destiny that makes us exist.

Of Life eroding,
At every step, we already know what
? What

few summer evenings
Must forget
Years of pain.

But we remain blind to the tawny twilight,
In late bloomers and purple clouds.
And we let sink to the bottom plaintive
These days happiness stifled by grief too strong.

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I
I am beside him, lying in bed, as I never had before. I'm naked, completely naked as you can possibly be. Have we made love? We are we torn? These two kinds of violence, I do not know which bares the most. He did not say a word. I can not blame him, he does not know me after all and I am shy. The silence is killing me, but what answer could I give to his words, at least of his words? Therefore die in silence, at least for tonight. Dawn will be more eloquent.
to movements of the mattress, I guess his position. He sits on the bed for a few minutes for some hours from time diluted. I turned back, and I do the same. It might be curious, I just reveal myself. But I do not exist yet in his eyes. I'm fighting in his mind against a dying fantasy. I do not know if this fight a winner. Maybe we both will disappear from his mind. I feel tired of these battles. I agree
difficult nudity, I never liked my body, I've never really lived. And here I am, naked in front of a man who was also every reason to hate me. I imagine his thoughts, a feeling without words, certainly, that mud indiscriminately in him. A flood of anger, contempt, pity mingled. Anything that hopes to inspire undressing. I can not move. In my veins in my members, runs a cold liquid. I feel it, starting from the soles of my feet sweaty, back to My head, heavy, nailing me in bed, petrified.
I had spent almost a year as a tightrope walker. I expected the fall, hoping it would not happen. When the morning light finally entered the room, it seemed that I finally had the legs on the ground. The fall was over, atrocious, but now everything was quiet, everything was stable. I rubbed my naked body against the floor, just to feel grounded. I had nothing to lose, everything to build. One question though. What would I do with this dark bag, overflowing with wounded memories, ready to jump in my face ...

II
I always enjoyed watching life. There are as many worlds as individuals. I like to explore. To see the world of it, I put myself in his skin, I take her features, I absorb its history, and I see before my eyes slowly metamorphosing life. So that day, as often, I sat at the bar. And that day, as sometimes, I chose this character a little child-wife's fatal. Cleverly, I left my clothes reflected in what is poisonous to innocence, fragility and purity. I wanted to understand the loneliness of beautiful women. Of things not seen. And I began to know it. For two months I was camped regularly this character. Not a man had pierced sheet if end of my lame, not a man had looked deeper than my skin. I was about to store the costume.
And then it passed to the showcase of coffee, but lost a hurry. It was very beautiful, I think I fixed it a little. I do not know if it's for that, but he turned around, he entered the cafe, and feigning some everyday purchases, he moved near me with an espresso. He stared at my eyes, turned away abruptly, embarrassed, and returned to me. He stammered Automatic language, as if it was a challenge to himself. He had nothing to lose. It moved me very much. I am using the usual weapons of my character, I crossed my legs, my back Cambrais subtly. But nothing seemed to deter him from my sight, and our conversation. From the bottom of my costume, so I entered myself in this game for a while I forgot where I had the illusion locked, I knew that I was not visible, hidden in my viewpoint.
Nothing was simpler, more intoxicating. From time to time a glance in the mirror coffee reminded me of my deceit. I invented an excuse to leave, but he held me. I do not fight with great fury, indeed. But somewhere, I tried to save. I have given her a chance. He also wanted to play. It seemed at first to have won. My trick was triumphant at last I loved these novels loves photo where everything is sealed and two three-bubble shots. The intoxication of that joy too expected annihilates totally my reason, and I plunged heart and soul into this fantasy romance.


III

What began as a sweet dream is subtly changed, day by day into a nightmare bitter. For a while I managed to enjoy our exchanges. It was the beginning and at the beginning of each relationship, the other is hidden behind the idea we have of him. There were two screens of us. His fantasy, and my costume. Miraculously, fun, and even love I think, managed to cross. The illusion of sincerity was troubling. It is normally the reason for happiness, she was the cause here. Our feelings completely prevented blinding us to consider the presence of a lie any of us. We shall persuade each other of the miracle of our meeting, and purity our mutual inclination. I had convinced myself sometimes. When I took off my clothes at night, I thought I tore my skin. I love me less, I mean my real face. And I locked myself every day a little more deception in this suffocating.
Over the months, however, I began to feel kicks under my caresses. I felt I relaxed my vigilance, too comfortable in my character can be. Inconsistencies appeared in my speech. First unnoticed, they soon triggered questions from her increasingly insistent. I avoided them, for a pirouette, a word of love, a kiss. But my heart beat faster in each of his doubts. I know intelligent, and each of these questions skinned my costume.
Opium of my charms became less sedated. I suspected him of seeing someone else. I could not hold it against him. I was hoping somewhere that another contender would kill my character, and he forget me politely, gently drunk with other loves.
It was very lonely. Very lonely, but not enough to satisfy her loneliness. He was a dreamer, waking soon had to finish it. Yet he really wanted to believe in miracles, and the miracle for him was the reality. That's the only thing he had ever had. I was dying not being able to give.
Stubbornly, began his quest, or rather its investigation. I felt feverish, tormented, frustrated. Yet every night, alone in his bed, he turned to me again, and he counted on me to kill silence. Suffocating under the demands of my immeasurable character, heavy on the purple of that love.


IV One evening we had seen, I was seized with a sort of panic. The long ritual of preparing, incarnation, exhausting. I had to change my intonation, my recollections our previous discussions, to omit any detail of the fiction I wrote. He had become so picky, each inconsistency was born a comment or an argument. Each of my faults engendered in him a dismal disappointment. I caught my fall, I felt imminent.
I put off, I can drop it. He kept me on the edge of the cliff. His arms restrained my fall, but his body was pushing me toward the rim. I strolled over the void as I strolled past. And all this time, the mistress of this lie, what was I wretched infidelity inflicted ... I was wrong myself, since I had made a mistake, I forgot myself, I neglected, despised myself, I prefer the double he loved.
That night, in my mirror when I started my makeup, my reflection brought me a look scary. The grievance and pity mingled. I felt ugly and miserable. It suddenly seemed that I would collapse if I took off the costume. What remained with me as the character? Probably a ruin. Abandonment.
I stayed tired before the mirror, the brush between the fingers, looking at my reflection. The room around the mirror, seemed to float, disorder and vibrant. It seemed I awoke from a long sleep, and my life was the remains of a confused dream too realistic. The time
turned, he would join me. I knew it would be perfectly on time. The minute agreed, I will hear the engine of his car stopped outside the house, slamming the door, and no hurry to beat the pavement wet pavement. The urgency does not m'affolait. My anesthesia resisted minutes alarming. I will prepare myself, I still have time. Not playing any games, making no effort, I thought I was sleeping, finally. My breathing was slow. The needle was spinning. I watched, insensible plunge the knife into the flesh of my perfect character.
I thought of him, his anger, his contempt if he knew the truth. Yet I reveled in the silence of the dead lie. 5 more minutes. What to do? Low, I decided to regroup, pick up the costume dying on the ground and resume my brushes once more. In 5 minutes I could do it. 5 more minutes, I'm not ready. He was never late, he has also never been ahead. He will come to 20h. 7:56 p.m., it rings, I'm almost naked, no makeup, my wig sleeping between two pillows.


V

I did not hear the car. Had he come on foot? I had not closed the shutters. What had he seen through the window? He had noticed at least a presence, seen the light squared. Maybe more. Therefore impossible to feign absence, dropping into silence.
I approached the door and glanced through the bullseye. I saw him gasping in the dark corridor, his fingers knotted and unraveled trembling, driven not a kind of painful spasm. His eyes were fleeing, panicked. He knew. He had seen me. It was over, there was nothing left to try. Impossible to reverse. I emptied a kind of unhealthy tension. I blew a long, almost despite myself my hand grasps the handle and opened the door.
I expected to pounce on me all the hate in the world. I saw a question mark. His whole body seemed to wonder why. It was there, like a lost child, having nowhere else to hide. Mechanically he entered, I felt clear, I crossed. I felt a pain in his throat knotted. He had just lost a loved one, he was alone in the world, he wanted to talk to the first unknown. I was the unknown, but he did not speak. He sat on the bed. When hell were silent in him, I think he complained, quite violently, all kinds of crimes for which he was the victim. He accused me does not really, not knowing me.
I had nothing else to show that my person. I wanted to explain something, but everything seemed so trivial and so obvious. He already knew everything and all the explanation was posed as an idiot. The coolness of the night was due to her fever, and he sat on the bed, motionless. It does not look at me. I know what he was doing. He planned on my body like the one I claimed to be. As the hours
image is diluted, ghostly, and evaporated slowly. As I began to exist in his eyes, I felt made a mad modesty. I curled up on the other side of the bed, silent.
I breathed a reality with caution too fresh. Part of my skin was left with my costume, I felt like flayed. The lightness of lies coming out of the window ajar. In reality, every gesture became oppressive, almost unbearable, but so much more meaningful.




VI
I was looking at me what he liked, I was looking for the remains. He could finish me. His blade pierced my costume. Why did he spared? If I listened, I'd hope for forgiveness. Maybe the tires are not they all pulled out of what he loved ... But I'm not stupid enough to hang on to my delusions. I let him go if he wishes. If there is someone I have yet to win here, not him. That's me. Resound in my head, on haunting piano chords, words that haunted me long:
"I would get, I stay, I hate myself. "I

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A CLEAN PLANET


HEALTHY LIVING!
Since I saw the movie trailer "The idiot cycle" , I asked myself the question: Is it possible to live healthier and less polluting our good old Earth?
The answer is yes! I researched online and found videos made by Loulette you can find in very good VODemotion site. Unfortunately you'll be stuffed by the party against pubs but you'll learn something cool. You're old enough not to swallow everything you're told. Do as I Zape the ads ...
Today, Lulu and I tried baking soda to clean the sink, it really works! For years we only wash with the soap of Aleppo.
Simple actions like those I just mentioned are more effective than to go demonstrate in the street or vote Green.
There are people who speak, others act ... Lulu and I made our choice!

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