“If we have not got time to hear the soul, to listen to its values, to allow it to touch in to the divine feminine that knows us before we were born, and to live that reality, despair sets in. And when despair sets in, there is an undermining of the culture. People turn to addictions in order to try not to live at all.” – Marion Woodman, Conscious Femininity
Venus is moving into a square with Neptune, god/goddess of the ocean. Exact on Monday, the Venus-Neptune square evokes a longing to connect with Source, higher consciousness, the divine. Venus is in Scorpio, and sexuality, intimacy, and emotional deep-diving are potential paths to experiencing Neptunian nirvana — and/or Neptunian delusion, disappointment and despair.
Venus and Neptune have an astro-mythological affinity. In one version of her creation myth, Venus/Aphrodite was born from the ocean, specifically, from sea foam — “aphros” in Greek. In traditional astrology, Venus is considered exalted — reaching her highest expression — in Pisces the Fish, the sign associated with Neptune. Neptune is also said to be the “higher octave” of Venus. Venus rules love and pleasure, Neptune rules unconditional love, oneness and bliss.
These links between Venus and Neptune suggest that Neptune is key to understanding, accessing, and bringing out the highest expression of the feminine. Although the Roman Neptune and his predecessor, the Greek Poseidon, are masculine, the earliest deities associated with water were feminine, as Liz Greene points out in The Astrological Neptune.
Neptune is strong in the sky right now, currently stationing — appearing to stand still — before turning from Retrograde to Direct on November 9. This will be Neptune’s final station in Aquarius before moving into Pisces on February 3, for the next 14 years. Amplifying the Neptunian vibe, in addition to the Venus square, Mercury will square Neptune on November 1, and Mars will oppose Neptune on November 7.
Meaning — right now we’re swimming in the magical, mysterious, potentially confusing, overwhelming, depression-inducing and addiction-inspiring waters of Neptune and getting major lessons in our relationship with Source and the sacred feminine.
To launch Reviving Venus, I went to the ocean and called in Venus and Neptune, wanting to apprentice myself to these goddesses, inviting them to work through me. I left behind cats, friends, partner, clients, and spent three weeks in a house by myself on the Oregon coast. I wrote down my dreams, practiced yoga, meditated, walked on the beach, read books (books!), made art, and fell into my own rhythm around work and creative process.
My intention was not just about carving out time and space for a new writing project, but to immerse myself in the feminine. How you do it is what you get — I wanted this Venus project to be birthed from and grow up out of this fertile, sacred sanctuary of self-care, love for my own body and for the Earth, the softness and openness I feel when I’m in the presence of the ocean, attention to the dreamworld, attunement to my own natural rhythms, freedom from clock time.
Venus, Neptune and I all got along beautifully during my retreat. Back in Portland, attempting to continue my Venus project while keeping up with my 40 (or so) prior work commitments plus attending to the responsibilities of everyday existence, the alliance has been a bit rough.
As I’ve learned from experience, when you intentionally invite an archetype into your life, watch out. I called in the sacred feminine, and then expected that she would quietly sit on the sidelines, waiting for a convenient opening in my schedule during which she could pop in for a quick visit, gift me with her inspiration and grace, and then move right along so I could efficiently proceed to the next item on my to-do list.
That hasn’t worked out so well. As a consequence of neglecting the feminine, my reentry into Portland over the past two weeks has been characterized by shadow Neptune — low-grade illness, mold and toxic fumes in my home, victimization and overwhelm, avoidance and procrastination… In the swirl of busyness, I tell myself I don’t have time to do yoga, make art, walk in the woods, meditate — the very things that would take me out of my existential crisis and open up new possibilities for moving forward.
After trying the will-it-into-being kind of approach in writing this post (not effective), I finally surrendered to the process and did what I actually wanted to do — I made a collage. I realized that for my initial two posts, art had come before writing — I had prioritized the more feminine, subconscious, intuitive process of visual art over the more analytical, left-brain process of writing. (For my third post, I sacrificed the art altogether — “not enough time.”) Yesterday I finally walked in the woods, and this morning I did yoga (Your Only Good Addiction).
Having realigned with the feminine, recovered a sense of connection with my own inner world, go figure, I’m feeling energized, excited to move forward. But I’m left with this question of how do we make time and space for slowing down, for just BEING, for attending to our bodies and feelings and souls in the context of a culture that tells us that achievement and profit and faster and more and bigger are what matter most?
- Emily Trinkaus