Prophet of the day (according to Ibn 'Arabi): Idris (Enoch)
Lunar phase: Gibbous - Overcoming (Phase names and keywords from Dane Rudhyar, The Lunation Cycle)
The Sun is in 29 Pisces (in my 7th house): A majestic rock formation resembling a face is idealized by a boy who takes it as his ideal of greatness, and as he grows up, begins to look like it. (Symbol for 30 Pisces from Dane Rudhyar, An Astrological Mandala)
At 12:30 a.m., the Sun will enter Aries (in my 7th house). This is the vernal equinox: the beginning of spring. In the afternoon, the Moon will enter Virgo (in my 12th house).
In terms of the Sun's traversal of the zodiac, this is the end of one cycle and the beginning of the next. As Rudhyar wrote in his gloss on the Sabian symbol for 30 Pisces: "Within the end of the cycle the seed of a new beginning exists in potency--unless the entire cycle has proven to be a failure." This seems like a good time to pause a bit to reflect, and to consider what may come next.
A theme that has come up for me in reading about out gay pop stars and in viewing their videos is bullying and its longterm effects. I wasn't subjected to a tremendous amount of bullying when I was growing up, but there was some--enough to make the prospect of relating freely with others seem potentially unsafe. The first video that I saw by Ryan Dolan, which I share below, contains a scene that brought back a vivid memory from high school for me. There were twins in my year who were of medium height but unusually muscular. They were intimidating, especially the one who was in my home room. His brother, who was in the home room next door, seemed a bit mellower. They were at the core of a group of guys that often got in trouble, skipped school, bragged about using drugs, etc. One day some other guys walked by me as I stood by my locker and knocked my books out of my hand and onto the floor and then walked off. The intense twin from my homeroom was standing to my left when this happened. He looked up briefly to see if anyone was looking back. Apparently they weren't. Out of the view of the others, he silently picked up my things and handed them to me. I felt protected and respected, and it seemed as if there was a tacit acknowledgement that neither was part of the mainstream, and maybe because of that we could sometimes look out for each other. When I went to my 25th high school reunion, I asked if anyone knew where he was. Someone told me that he had gotten into an argument with a drug dealer, who shot him dead. It still upsets me when I think about the bad end that he came to because I know that there was more to him than the trouble that he would sometimes get into.