November 26th- An oily ground populated with smoldering soldiers and lovers brings to our awareness the passions trying to unblock themselves. Secret agents scan and sniff; those amorous fighters breathe deep, ready to go to battle with their limitations. A cavern opens to the rogue exploration of secret longings leading to low-rumbling invasions of boundaries. We probe, pry and pivot, all in the name of moving past the barriers of outmoded convention and knee-jerk dread.
Behind the battlefield, a live scarecrow stands tall in the woods, and bats come and go, feasting upon his flesh. We are the surge of animality in those bats and the scarecrow itself, too, guarding what’s necessary to preserve in order for our limits to be transcended, offering our eyes for dinner, scrapping the old way of seeing. The bats remind us how the human must give its talent to the animal world and not hoard it. This includes honoring and offering, in a spirit of creative surrender, to the passions of the animal realms uninterested in human convenience: anger, lust, regression, terrified nighttime, irrepressible need. Our expansive offerings make us guardians of the feast, at peace with the inherent unrest that gives existence its pulse.
-World Shadow Horoscope, November 26th, 2020