Photos by Kaitlin McSweeney. All rights reserved.

The Fort Gallery in Oakland is in a process of transformation.  And aren’t we all?  with Uranus and Jupiter side by side, opposed by Saturn, joined by unrelenting Pluto in what is being called the great T-Square of our lifetimes.

The T-Square:

Uranus: given the name of the ancient Greek god of the sky, father of time, with an energy that exists to change and often, and unpredictably.  Like weather, patterns we assume adhere to a predictable order of things (a natural order), until the natural order expands beyond what we can count, or see, or imagine.  Chaos.

Uranus was the grandfather of Zeus, later known as Jupiter, the jovial planet.  The ruler of Sagittarius, who embodies the animal and the human.  Instinct and Mind: when opposed, swans seduce women.  When together, creation ignites but only with sacrifice.  (The instinct made sacred, the mind made sacred).   When the intellect is backed by the gut, ideals become.  But, have faith.

We are set in motion, fueled by motivations we may not be ready to describe, mysterious reasons, and big ideas.  And Saturn sits across the way, holding out blindspots to our noses (like when one of the cats I had as a child peed on the rug and my mom would take the cat and hold it’s nose to the pee spot, but the cat didn’t seem to get it.)  It feels like that sometimes: very unpleasant, confusing and seemingly sadistic.  So is it at these times that we ask… why do I feel like I’m drowning in my own remnants?  Yet it is natural for cats to pee.  It is natural for us to cover our eyes.

Until Pluto comes in a flood of oil (sea of the underworld risen from the dead).  Until we cannot cover our eyes anymore because we might fall in too deep.  Pluto is the last word.

Until we all move on, because it is more of a circle than a line (ring around the T-square).  Time to move the hands from our mouths and start cleaning, helping, doing something about those “blind” spots.   Bring in the mind and instinct, then come the ideas, and maybe soon we stop fighting all this life.

The Fort is ready.   Judgement Day was last weekend, the first quarter moon, good time to initiate (the end).  And this weekend, Graham Patzner and The Wolfskin Traders.

(The leader of the pack is chosen not by physical strength or forceful demeanor, but by the speed of their heartbeat.  The one with the slowest heart beat, the one with the calmest way, is chosen.)

So the Fort is ending for now, but fret not.  There is more from where that came from.