Libra New Moon, September 2022: The Wasteland & the Fisher King

Image: Venus setting fire to the castle where the Rose is imprisoned in the medieval French romance ‘Roman de la Rose’

New Moon in Libra Sunday 25 September at 22.54 BST

During the past two weeks while much attention has been on the Royal House of Windsor and the British Monarchy, I have been looking at the astrology charts of some key royals and royal events.

The archetype of the King and Queen, their symbolic and literal meaning and how it connects with modern Britain has fired some interesting questions. Astrology offers clues about the inner life of the Royal family- a powerful institution that operates far beyond either the individuals or the structures that form it.

The question of whether Charles III may be a Fisher King has breathed new life into the Grail myth. Intimately bound with Britain and the Arthurian legends, the magical quest for the ‘Sangreal’ (blood royal) flows through time with the promise of renewal.

Healing comes when a young knight asks the sick king the correct question, “what ails thee?”

In astrology the Centaur Chiron, half human, half horse has attributes that have been paralleled with the Fisher King… a wound that does not heal, an element of sacrifice, acceptance of one’s destiny, and finally redemption.

Chiron, who is also known as the wounded healer suffers but holds the key to renewal. In the chart of the now king, Chiron is strong at 28 Scorpio inconjunct the Moon at 0 Taurus (with the lunar North node at 3 Taurus). Chiron is also inconjunct Uranus at 29 Gemini creating an aspect pattern known as Yod- the finger of God-or the finger of fate.

Charles’ Sun is conjunct Chiron strengthening the ‘chirotic’ signature and hallmark of a possible Fisher King.

The motif of the Fisher King, expressed through Chiron, is even more pronounced in the chart of Prince William, the now Prince of Wales. With a Yod pointing to Chiron, William also bears the signature of a Fisher King… particularly interesting is his Chiron exactly conjunct Venus at 25 Taurus.

In the Grail myth, inappropriate or disrespectful treatment of the feminine festers at the core of the disease that pervades the land; this is expressed in the brutal treatment of the Maidens of the Wells in Chrétien de Troyes, ‘The Elucidation’.

While in Charles’ chart Chiron conjunct the Sun points to a wound of the self and to the masculine, in William’s chart the close Chiron Venus conjunction highlights the wounded feminine or loss of the feminine. This theme is painfully highlighted in Prince William’s life through the death of his mother, Diana on 31st August 1997.

As the current King (and his heir) prepare to shape the future of Britain and the third Carolean era, the woman who connects them, Princess Diana of Wales, dead for 25 years does not rest easy.

The events of her death are chilling and mysterious and raises questions that many do not care to ask, and others do not care to answer.

Beneath the surface, in the subtleties of the collective psyche this mystery creates deep-seated unease causing a cognitive dissonance. Something is not right …

While the questions remain unasked and unanswered there is a disturbance in the field and the possibility for true restoration and renewal remains out of reach.

As we move into Venus ruled Libra season there is an opportunity to evaluate the information and facts however this cannot be done within the spheres of the exterior world; inner vision is needed. After all, the operations of the British Royal family are complex and not always as they appear.

In this new moon chart, there is a strong kite aspect pattern with Venus at the apex or release point. With a grand trine in earth the top of the kite is Neptune at 23 ° Pisces (which is conjunct asteroid Diana at 20 ° Pisces).

Pisces – the fish- theme has been integral to recent events in the royal mythopoesis not least because Charles became king around the time of the Pisces full moon.

Neptune ruler of Pisces in opposition to Venus in a kite configuration at the seed moment of the new lunar cycle feels important and timely especially as it coincides with the Sun’s ingress into Libra where the scales of justice weigh the heart of the matter.

I feel this is a turning point.

The kite pattern is also present in Diana’s chart with a grand trine in water with Chiron as the release point and Pluto the transformer as the active opposing agent in earth (Virgo).

Chiron runs through the charts of the royals like a (potential) sacred stream watering the Wasteland where the earth has become too dry and arid from generations of patriarchal tradition. It shows the wound and the antidote. While the maidens of the well are captive in the castle of the shadow kings, the soul of the land and its people suffer.

Diana’s Chiron at 6 ° Pisces on the release point of the kite, transformed by Pluto- death- is a story of sacrifice on many levels but was not in vain. Who could help but think of Diana at the passing of the old Queen? Her spirit lives on stubbornly refusing to be silenced in death just as in life.

In her chart asteroid Diana- the Moon goddess- is conjunct Neptune which shows up prominently repeatedly in the royal mythos.

Neptune has an illusionary, smoke and mirrors quality where things are not as they appear, and the fairy-tale belies a darker truth. Diana known as the ‘Fairy-tale Princess’ was unable or unwilling to sustain the illusion. Also known as ‘England’s Rose’, Diana once radiant and fresh withered and died in the foul air that surrounded her.

The rose is a symbol of the sacred feminine which is different to the sovereign feminine within patriarchal institutions. While the rose is withered, and the wells are dry the Grail is not found, and the land lies in waste.

Paris, Mars, Football & Intrigue

I am recovering from a two-day whistle-stop trip to Paris, arriving on Bastille day, 14th July, then watching the France/Croatia World Cup final on 15th.

In a bar with friends I sing Allez les blues! wave a small French flag, drink Rose and grin inanely at random strangers. I am intrigued and stunned by the intense frenzy of people in the grip of what at times feels like mass hysteria. As exciting as it is, by the end of the first half I need to get out and take a breather… but there is no escape from the madness and the heat is oppressive.

At the end of the street I see a church and go inside; the place is empty but for a few others taking refuge. Even within the thick stone walls I can hear the resounding cheers across the city as France scores its third goal. Inside the church a female member of the clergy simply smooths her alter cloth and goes about her business, seemingly oblivious to the ensuing chaos.

Vigin Notre Dame Lorette

Virgin of Notre Dame Lorette

There are many beautiful images in the church – Notre-Dame-de- Lorette, near Montmartre- a sequenced panel showing the Rosa Mystica, and the Goddess Virgo (Demeter/Ceres).  And it strikes me… out there, millions of people are losing their senses in a Dionysian frenzy and are for the most part unaware of the layers of meaning and symbolism encoded in the city – its structures, architecture, and in the leys beneath the concrete grids of urban life. In here esoteric secrets hang in silence like off stage characters waiting for their cue to perform their master piece- when the time is right. The revelers, barely conscious of the under-lying forces at work in themselves and in the collective unconscious, grow wilder as the match continues; the secrets of the church remain conscious only to those who carefully constructed this temple of worship. Above me, the Virgin Mary is being crowned by the Holy Trinity.

Holy Trinity

Mary being blessed by the Holy Trinity, Notre Dame Lorette

All cities are fascinating in their way but there is something mysterious and enchanting about Paris… and perhaps, like London, it is a bit dark. In the streets tens of thousands of screaming fans are in the throws of ecstasy incited by the triumph of their team… and maybe their outpourings are as much to do with a welcome release of pent up emotions as their team hitting the big time.

There is nothing in the world that excites passion and fever quite like football, the only other cultural event that was on a par with the World Cup was the death of Princess Di in 1997 when 32 million viewers in the UK, and two billion worldwide shared in the collective grief of her untimely and shocking death. Diana, Queen of Hearts (Cups) tragically killed on The Port d’Alma Tunnel (Bridge Way for the Soul), an ancient sacrificial site to the Roman Goddess Diana- Paris is full of secrets.


Gargoyle on Notre Dame, Paris

When the game is over I walk with my love through the districts and streets towards the Champs Elysees, we are silent witnesses of history in the making as we weave through ever-denser crowds singing the national anthem and the Marseillaise over and over again. People suspend themselves from vehicles hooting horns and grin indiscriminately to all, slapping and patting whomever they can reach in the crowd. There is common bond that surpasses politics, race, religion, gender and class.

On the Metro, “Qui ne saute pas n’est pas Francais” (anyone who isn’t jumping isn’t French) fills the impossibly crammed carriages and to prove their national allegiance most began to jump. For the first time I am concerned for our safety as I imagine the train breaking down in the middle of a tunnel… all of us cooked sardines!

Fear has an interesting way about it, the second you open the door to it even just a fraction, it wants to bring all its friends to the party too. Wasn’t there something about a national security alert this weekend… 12 000 police patrolling the streets for Bastille day yesterday and 4 000  police today? And many more security personnel.

Champs Elysees 2018

Champs Elysees, World Cup final 2018

Approaching the Champs Elysees I notice armed police with guns and tear gas; riot police barricade the road and I am not sure if they are letting people through a trickle at a time or whether the road is closed… but I have a strong feeling to turn back. It is then I get soaked by both a fizzing bottle of champagne and some other unidentifiable liquid pouring down from near-by scaffolding. Celebration, joy and ecstasy stand side-by-side with teeming demons enjoying the chance for a real blast.

We find another route into the Champs Elysees which seems to be the more typical entrance… thousands upon thousands… a million people… all headed towards to the Arc de Triomphe. Red, white and blue smoke fills the air as the skin of bare torsoed young men glistens under street lamps. Voices in unison grow louder and bolder, and we witness impressive feats of athleticism as bus shelters and monuments are jumped on and danced upon.

Feeling nervous and slightly claustrophobic, we stop walking into the centre of the crowd and are happy to sit on the side-walk watching waves of people passing in their clusters- though tonight they are one. After a while we turn and walk in the opposite direction towards the Place de Concorde, the octagonal square between the Champs Elysees to the west and the Tuileries Garden to the east. The square was once a place of many public executions- the Luxor obelisk exalting the reign of the pharaoh Ramesses II marks the sight where Marie Antoinette and her husband were guillotined. More contemporaneously, a point on the line from the Arc de Triomphe to the Louvre marks Jim Morison’s death place.

On World Cup night the square is electric with music and dancing, people hang precariously from impervious statues. Constant chanting and drumming fill the air as people party wildly under a beautiful sunset and a smokey blood red sky suspended ominously above the Arc de Triomphe- Dionysus himself would have been pleased.

A walk by the Siene towards the Louvre, the energy begins to feel less intense but a couple of metro rides away in The Marais where our hotel is located, the streets are still lined with people celebrating to an almost continuous score of honking horns… all road etiquette is totally discarded. We eat dinner in the mayhem.

The Marais was once a marsh land before being drained by the Knights Templar and the monks of the Abbey of Saint-Martin-des-Champs in order to build their monasteries- indeed the name of our hotel is the Jacques de Molay!

Exhausted we fall into bed not stirring until morning- thankfully the hotel is protected from the reveling that continues through the night resulting in 2 deaths (not in Paris), 102 arrests and 292 held in custody, country wide. Riot police shoot tear gas and water cannons into the crowd in an attempt to control a band of men wearing ski masks who are on the rampage, looting and throwing stones at shop windows. Next day the Metro reports,

Troublemakers marred some of the festivities at the top of the Champs-Elysees, breaking the window of a major store and throwing makeshift missiles at riot police as the celebrations wound down close to midnight. Revelers set off smoke bombs in the national colours, obscuring Napoleon’s triumphal arch.

The following day I walk through The Marais to Notre Dame, the heat is intense and the queue to the cathedral extends the full breadth of Jean-Paul II square, but I am determined and take my place in the line.

Some time ago I discovered that several of the old Cathedrals and chapels across France and into Britain are located on what was once known as The Initiates Pilgrim Route. In 2009 while walking the Camino Santiago I found a book that claimed that the traditionally accepted route from various starting points in Europe to Santiago Compostella was in fact a distortion of the true route by the Catholic church. I was strangely thrilled and excited by the idea and have been exploring it ever since. According to the theory, the starting point of the pilgrimage route – which is linked to the path of the Milky Way – is Santiago Compostella which is said to be the Oracle of the Moon and ends at the Saturn Oracle in Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland. In between Toulouse, Orleans, Chartres, and Amiens make up the remaining planetary sites- seven in all, the typical number of initiation.  Notre Dame Paris is the Mars Oracle.

Mars God of War

Mars God of War

The astrology chart of the World Cup event places Mars at 7 degrees Aquarius – when the violence breaks out Mars is crossing the ascendant and moving into the 12th house. At 10.25 Mars is exact on the ascendant then moving across twelfth house until 11.55. At 11.30 the riot police release tear gas into the remaining crowd to disperse it. Between 10.25 and 11.30 is exactly when the violence and break-outs occur.

Mars in the 12th is typically associated with repressed anger bubbling up to the surface in a sometimes ruthless and dangerous way. When Mars shares the 12th house with Pluto as it did that night- forming an exact conjunction around 11 PM the energy has the potential to explode. Add Black Moon Lilith into the mix at 27 degrees Capricorn also in the 12th and you have a recipe for the displays of discord that played out in Paris that night – a reflection of the shadow side of the much hyped global event described in the astrological chart.


The astrological chart of the rioting that took place in Paris the night of the World Cup victory for France, July 15th 2018- Mars, Pluto and Black Moon Lilith in the 12th House.

To end on a positive note, I loved my time in Paris (even though I felt exhausted for a couple of days after). Paris has not always been an easy relationship for me – Paris is not easy- but it is enchanting and mysterious, full of mythos and symbolism with an under-belly full of secrets charms and intrigue behind the beauty and the majesty.