The way up and the way down are one and the same
I have been wondering why Pisces rules over the feet.
Aries rules the head, Taurus the throat, Gemini the lungs and so on, following the signs we scan the body from head to toes. Order feels good but fish don’t have feet, so why ruling over ours?
Let’s go for a little barefoot walk. Let’s feel how the earth feels. It’s a sensitive and intimate touch.
Psychics, mediums who attune themselves with the most subtle energies need to keep grounded. Feet are plugs and anchors.
A fish goes up, a fish goes down. Branches grow up, roots grow down.
The way up and the way down are one and the same.
The last shall be first, and the first last
Towards the beginning of the Age of Pisces, the first Christians chose the fish as a secret symbol to recognize one another and escape persecutions.
Jesus’s story and teachings are a true Pisces textbook. Not all people born with Pisces prominent in their chart are Jesus, indeed and far from it. Symbols don’t show only the hero of the story, but all what goes with it: where there is a savior, there are victims, where there is a healer, there are sick people, where there is a redeemer, there are fallen angels. Demons are spiritual beings too. A fish goes up, the other goes down…
Jesus said he was the Messiah the Jews had been waiting for. They were waiting for a king. Instead, he was born in a stable, washed his follower’s feet and ended up crucified like a criminal.
He valued the poor and the outcast; when his disciples asked who was the greatest, he told them they had to become like little children to be able to enter the spiritual kingdom…
He kept turning established values upside down. I love Jesus.
“That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, to perform the miracles of one only thing.”
– Hermes Trismegistus
Talking of turning upside down… with Capricorn we have been climbing to the top of a mountain. With Aquarius we have reached to the clouds and the stars, the infinite space where Spirit dwells. We can’t get any higher but as above, so below: the sky calls for a down below counterpart: it is the ocean. What is high is also deep.
Above are winged creatures, angels or birds. Below are fish and stars. Above is spirit. Below is consciousness. It’s a mirror. Consciousness can be enlightened or obscured, in modern terms we distinguish between conscious and unconscious, and it can be personal or collective, but it’s all the psyche, the universal soul, the feminine counterpart of Spirit. We are immersed in it. Creatures of the psychic ocean, we are fish.
In Christian symbolism, Mary, Stella Maris, is star of the sea. She was first called that because of a wrong translation of her name by a monk in medieval times, but it stroke a chord. A mere error without psychic resonance would have be quickly forgotten.
In the psychic ocean are images. An almighty father with a beard, a virgin beauty with stars around the head standing over the sea, a wise and benevolent elephant, blue skinned gods dancing and playing the flute, to mention but a few. They move our hearts… There is an emotional dimension called devotion, or worship to spirituality. We borrow these words to express our most romantic feelings.
Artists, musicians, story tellers get inspiration from this sea. In an ideal world, there would be no distinction between sacred and profane art.
Some religions make abundant use of images, other forbid to use them. They can be inspiring but also misleading.
The Great Spirit, as far as I can tell, has no gender, no beard, no lovely face, no blue skin.
When all the senses are stilled, when the mind is at rest, when the intellect wavers not, then, say the wise, is reached the highest state. This calm of the senses and the mind has been defined as yoga. He who attains it is freed from delusion.
– The Upanishads
Consciousness is a mirror, and I don’t know why a particular kind of mirror is called psyche. If it started as a coincidence, again it has stricken a chord.
We are in a prison we call reality. Return to Source is a lonely path. It seems.
There are two fish swimming in opposite directions. They are bound together. They can’t be separated. There is only one fish. But they are two.
Nuns, monks, hermits, solitary sailors and prisoners live in tiny cells. A fish is sacrificed. It becomes smaller and smaller as the other one expands to mystical dimensions. The cell can be a hospital room, a mental or physical disability, a stigma… Jupiter rules.
Spirit is making faces in the mirror.
Sometimes we smile, a mirror smiles and we’re happy. When we are happy we smile…
Sometimes we paint war on our face. Who started it? The mirror? Now we are facing the enemy, we become enraged, we curse, we slaughter. For as long as mirrors keep mirroring what keeps appearing in mirrors, we will be spiralling out of control, hoping for heaven, going to hell.
Free spirits at times appear and demonstrate how to stop waiting for the mirror to love first. It takes strength not to mirror. It takes spirit to start alternatives. It may look like turning the other cheek…
On this material plane, Saturn has crystalized the forms we created yesterday. When we try a new smile at the mirror, but psyche the mirror keeps showing the sad face we have been feeding it for so long. There is a delay between sowing and reaping. That’s why we remain so easily trapped in karmic loops…
Patience etymologically means suffering. Taking suffering as a supreme value is a mistake. We just need patience to let the old forms dissolve…The purpose is bliss, love and peace. Pisces remembers paradise.
That’s way Pisces can mean the one who suffers, the sacrificed, the victim, the scapegoat… The one who absorbs rather than reflects, the one who is forced or willingly accepts to take on themselves the sins of others – their shadows – and redeems the energies holding them is the light of a purified, free from judgement, free from hatred, understanding and compassionate consciousness.
Of course, this energy, like all others, can miss the point. There is only a Virgo split hair between enlightenment and madness. Artificial paradises are attractive. Dissolving old fashioned morality opens the door to old fashioned perversions. It’s always possible to replace an illusion with another illusion. I don’t need to insist…
There is a zen story. There were three cats. To get rid of mice, they were the best ones. The first cat was incredibly swift, like the hero in a kung fu movie. The second one was psychic. It always knew in advance what the mice would do. The third cat was just an old cat sleeping all day long. The only thing with this one is that wherever it was, there was no mice. We want to be this cat.