The Pisces New Moon occurs Saturday morning March 17th, 8:14am in Chicago. It features a square to Mars at the last degree of Sagittarius, which can reflect an uneasiness about the dissolution of whatever adventures we've been on as we need to begin the work of building upon what we've learned from them. As this New Moon is also conjunct Chiron and trine to Jupiter in Scorpio, the work we have to do is connected to healing our souls. It's a great time to begin or deepen practices of inner journey work, energy medicine, depth psychology.
Whatever opportunities life is bringing up for us, including any apparent chaos or challenge, we can find that a simple adherence to seeing them through yields a profound sense of transcendent guidance, a realization that a compassionate hand is always at play in our lives, seeking to help us secure our faith in a divine order that works for us so long as we accept it.
Pisces is said to be a dual sign, polarizing our sense of oneness against our sense of separateness. We might feel dreamy or confused, overwhelmed or underwhelmed, depressed or ecstatic, connected to everything or floundering in isolation. Ideally we're riding a peaceful middle, ever present in the center, no matter what our outer circumstances bring. To reach that ideal requires seeing our reality as "dream stuff," as constantly shifting, unpredictable form-making and dissolving, with events having relative importance to our personal goals and desires, but not absolute importance. Whatever we think our life is, at some point we will "awake" from our dream, realizing our beliefs came out of a veil of sleep.
Guidance is often found in the works of great artists and sages who have come before us. One such spiritual awakener was William Shakespeare, who so perfectly summed up the essence of Pisces in these lines from The Tempest:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yet, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rock behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.