Ode to my lineage — Кассета

I wrote an article about lineage, and I started writing almost 12 days ago. As I sat down to edit it yesterday, by the end of the day, I started recording. It just didn’t feel right. I tried to read it. It just didn’t feel deep enough, like Scorpio deep enough. I felt it was mechanical. I was basically praising myself over little details, which I find anti-solar, as opposed to really speaking about the essence, what it transmitted. The sentiment of wanting to write about lineage came from closing three full years of weekly seminars with Saifedean on Austrian economics and Bitcoin, and the sadness that came out of it. I wanted to write about the essence of what stays. While I was focused on the transmission, I failed to write about what that transmission was. I stayed very much with the details of who was transmitting. I am very receptive, and what I credit is my ability to receive, then to question, and then to feel that what stays as a transmission is what I should trust. Then I decided to shake it up a little bit and still leave certain parts that were important, or I was thinking: shall I write it again? But I deeply know what’s coming out, as an emotional manifestor. It’s almost like, if I doubt it, I shall wait and stay with the inquiry. What’s the point of talking about lineage if the sentiments are still raw and they don’t have a final shape? Maybe this article right now is about accepting that, no matter how many hours I had put into something, maybe it’s more important to let it be. Maybe what I want to do here below is just talk about the current sky, which is significant. Even though my purpose is always more mysterious than not, just my doubt, as part of that Venus and Mercury retrograde inquiry and the new moon on my mystical side, just asks me to honor these feelings, let them settle, and, if they pass the test of time, allow them to come out as words that are spoken and meant to be listened to. I’m not sure yet, but this is probably the outcome of the Venus-Mercury retrograde in my 9th house. How I was able to see one thing, and then, when I changed the point of view, I ended up seeing something else. I feel grateful that I am giving myself the time and the space to do so, even if the time was within a week and the space was just a perspective of how I want to see things from now on until the next 8 years when we will have Venus retrograde in Libra. Looking back from where I am now This article started with the idea that the new Moon is going to fall on my Neptune, in the tenth house, on my MC. There is a correspondence also, because my natal Moon is in a balsamic relationship to Neptune and the MC, how I am seen outside, as an author, as my own authority. Scorpio brings me back to transformation, death, and life. Everything has a cycle of ascent and descent. What does it mean to be reborn in the life I am actually living? There are many things that are dying, especially with Pluto hovering over my ascendant. They’ve been slowly dying for years now. I could say since 2020, but now I’m in that liminal space since last year, and I’m enjoying it. Venus retrograde is moving through Scorpio and then Libra, and Mercury retrograde through Scorpio, in the house of teachers, lineage, and perspective. Venus and Mercury both met the Sun on their descent, and this week Mercury’s cazimi fell right on my Moon, at 12° Scorpio. My Moon is my emotional body, ruling my North Node (the direction of this lifetime) in the 5th house in Cancer. This is my Persephone descent: my value, and the way I internally speak to myself, going down into the underworld, and my voice coming back with a new perspective. The day Mercury met the Sun, I had some visions and glimpses of what I’ve been building this past year. Using the support of artificial intelligence, I came up with a map for my next 6 to 7 months, also taking into account the upcoming Mars retrograde in my 7