12.07.2020

For a brief brilliant moment today as Chiron joins the rx party, we have six heavenly bodies in retrograde. Looking over your shoulder and deep within is a sign of the times.

The myth of Chiron, the centaur born of a tryst between a god (Saturn) and a nymph (Uranus) has become our archetype for healing and the learning required to do it. Abandoned by his mother, raised and schooled by Artemis and Apollo, Chiron was the greatest of the centaurs. Chiron’s education of Achilles in the sacred arts of magic, music, geography, alchemy and herbalism set him in legend as our greatest teacher but it was his example that schooled most.

The often skipped aspect of Chiron, as we wear our damage like brooches we refuse to take off, is his ascendancy. He isn’t perpetually wounded and bleeding in agony. He isn’t cursing and wailing and blaming the accidental arrow that struck him. Rather, he prevails despite the pain. He instead embodies the paradigm for healing and the holy transformation that is its blessed bedfellow.

Beyond his greatest learnings and teachings, Chiron sacrifices immortality to relieve his poison pain. Thus is he liberated, elevated, taking his rightful position in the stars to become the bridge between Saturn (structure, time, hard work, doing it right) and Uranus (revolution, fresh eyes, new approaches).

So too may we, alchemising our poison in medicine for our rebirthing world. Chiron rx in Aries until the end of the year begs the reconsideration and integration of our oldest deepest. The stuff we never exclude from our story, all that we blame from way back when for our way and our wend. It is nought but the raw material.

Chiron’s glyph looks like the key it is. Unlocking the door to the Self, our healing and reconciliation, the treasure we discover in the heart of our greatest pain, to then share with our universe. And like the greatest physicians, first we heal thyself. Identity wounds and childhood jelly sets that yet wobble have again tumbled out of the toybox. Unlikely considerations from which to get your wings but that is the master's method.

Becoming school is in, darklings.

Art by John Singer Sargent, 1925

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020