9/9/9 Portal & The Ecliptic Corridor
In the Amniotic Fluids of the Divine Mother’s Womb
Beloveds, it’s been a moment.
The recent cosmic tides—since the Virgo New Moon at 0°—have swept me into their current as I travelled through my homeland of Egypt with my sons. What I thought would be a pilgrimage I could hold soon revealed itself as a journey that held me. Even my sons had to go their separate ways from me as I have found myself carried by a current larger than intention, only to realise that I was not the traveller but the one being travelled. What I imagined as a pilgrimage became initiation; the days unfurled like a scroll written by unseen hands, demanding surrender to the Great Mystery. Events unfolded of their own accord, asking nothing less than complete surrender to the Great Mystery—allowing what must blossom to unfurl, and what must fall to release itself like autumn leaves returning to the earth.
We forget, sometimes, that we are the very nature we so intently observe.
I thank you for your patience during my absence. I return now with an abundance of offerings—some you may already have glimpsed through my social channels, others I will share with you here in the weeks to come. What is beyond question is this: we are each standing at the threshold of profound endings and luminous beginnings. I am grateful to share mine with you—and to have you as witness and companion on this strange, miraculous journey called life.
Now, let’s catch up with the stars.
9/9/9: The Fool at the Edge of the World
There are moments when time itself seems to pause, gather its breath, and invite us into a threshold. The 9/9/9 portal is such a moment. A triple nine—completion magnified thrice—arrives just after a brutal eclipse, pressing us into the truth that endings are not accidents, but archetypes.
Nine is the Hermit in Tarot, the figure who retreats into silence carrying only a lamp. It is the World, the circle of wholeness, the final stage of a cycle. To stand inside a 9/9/9 moment is to stand at the cusp of enantiodromia—what Jung called the turning of one extreme into its opposite. After nine, comes the zero. After the Hermit’s lamp comes the Fool’s leap.
The Fool, card 0, does not see endings. He sees only potential. He knows the truth that life itself is a dream, and dreams are meant to be re-dreamed, endlessly. After this portal, we are invited to dream a bigger, braver, and more radiant reality.
The Sky’s Testament
The heavens on 9/9/9 sing of both closure and re-beginning:
Jupiter at 19° Cancer trine the North Node in Pisces. Expansion flows through mother, home, and belonging. Here the Great Mother archetype reaches her hand toward the future. We are being reminded that home is not property, but soul-rootedness.
Jupiter square Mars in Libra. Growth demands justice. Peace cannot be passive; it must be forged. Mars in Libra becomes the warrior of fairness, insisting that expansion is hollow unless built on relational truth.
Sun–Mercury conjunction in Virgo. Virgo whispers that perfection is not an ideal above us but the sacred detail already here: the small, the real, the daily. This is Sophia’s gift—the intelligence of noticing.
Saturn Rx at 29° Pisces. The stern examiner returns, asking: Where have you dissolved your boundaries under false sacrifice? The anaretic degree marks crisis and mastery; the time for martyrdom is over. Compassion with spine is demanded.
Neptune Rx at 1° Aries. Here the illusion of the Messiah archetype is pierced. Are we inflating the self into divinity, or dissolving into nothing? The medicine lies between: to embody the divine spark without losing the human heart.
Uranus Rx at 1° Gemini and Pluto Rx at 1° Aquarius. Both outer planets pause at their first degree. The Aquarian myth is just beginning—but not yet outward. It is rewiring underground. The revolution is seeded, not shouted.
The Feminine as Star
The Feminine stands at the centre of this sky.
Cancerian Jupiter exalts the archetype of Mother, nurturer, protector of lineage.
Virgo Sun-Mercury offers the overlooked goddess her due: the Sophia of details, the priestess of the ordinary.
For too long, the anima was buried in shadow. This portal makes her the star—not as helper, but as sovereign axis around which life turns.
Endings and Beginnings
This 9/9/9 portal completes an old myth:
The illusion that sacrifice is necessary for love.
The belief that relationships can be built on projection rather than justice.
The fantasy that heaven will one day descend to earth, saving us.
What comes after is Fool’s territory.
Endings become compost for new myths.
We begin not with dogma, but with joy.
The next story is one of re-enchantment: reality itself as symbol, life as active myth-making.
As Jung wrote, wholeness comes not from escaping opposites but conjoining them. Neptune at 1° Aries offers this test: to live as if both God and Goddess breathe within us. Not to wait for heaven, but to raise earth itself to heaven.
The Myth We Are Entering
The 9/9/9 portal is not a number; it is a myth calling to be lived.
Completion: the Hermit’s lamp has revealed enough.
Threshold: the Fool’s cliff awaits.
Revelation: the feminine is not hidden—she is the star.
Invitation: the dream is ours to dream, again and again.
In the language of the soul: endings have come. And yet nothing is lost. The world is waiting to be re-imagined.
Step forward. The Fool does not fear the abyss. He knows that in falling, we fly.
The Ecliptic Corridor: 7/9/2025 – 21/9/2025
Where the Divine Mother Births Us Anew
There are passages when the cosmos itself feels like a corridor — narrow, inevitable, alive with echoes. Between 7 September and 21 September 2025 we are ushered into such a space: an ecliptic corridor spanning two weeks, bracketed by shadows, carried by numbers, thick with myth.
The Numbers: 7 and 3
Numerology lays the first stones of this corridor.
Seven — the number of alchemy, the seven metals, the seven veils of Isis. Seven is never still; it is the restless initiatory current that turns base matter to gold.
Three — the number of the trinity, the very architecture of psyche. Father–Mother–Child, Self–Ego–Shadow, Id–Ego–Superego. Jung would say it gestures toward wholeness, though not yet totality; the fourth is still missing.
Thus, the corridor itself is not a destination but a procession: a foetus in the womb, a soul in formation. Becoming, but not yet complete.
The Blood Moon in Pisces
The eclipse that opened this corridor swept us under the primordial waters of Nut. It felt like drowning — yet not to die, but to breathe differently. Pisces, archetype of dissolution, pulled us into its dream-language: confusion, psychic claustrophobia, liquid time.
Yet across the axis, Virgo held her scalpel. Her laser vision sliced through fog, hunting illusions that kept us small. Pisces dissolved, Virgo dissected, and between them the surgery of the soul began. This is not annihilation but cosmic midwifery: the place where soul essence meets foetus, and the scroll unrolls to remind us that we are both magnificently different and beautifully the same.
It is as if someone pressed the reset button. Virgo’s anxious complexity — “there is always a problem” — dissolves back into Pisces’ whisper: everything is perfect as it is, even in its imperfection.
Planets as Midwives
The sky during this corridor offers no rest. Each planet speaks like a midwife at the threshold:
Jupiter exalted at 19° Cancer, trine the North Node in Pisces. The Great Mother enthroned, expanding our sense of home, kin, and belonging. Destiny itself becomes nourishment.
Mars in Libra, squared to Jupiter. The warrior of justice demands fairness in all relations. Expansion without justice is violence; peace without assertion is a lie. Mercury soon joins Mars, urging dialogue but risking endless debate.
Venus at 2° Virgo, square Uranus in Gemini. Uranus whispers: the priestess need not be perfect — she only needs to be real. The feminine is freed from flawless service.
Neptune retrograde at 0° Aries. The cleansing of false prophets. The messiah archetypes that flared in round one are dissolved here. No saviour will come; we are called to embody divinity ourselves, without inflation, without erasure.
Saturn retrograde in Pisces, near its final degree. Revisiting the old contracts of sacrifice. Martyrdom is exposed for what it is: self-betrayal mistaken for holiness. Saturn insists that compassion without boundaries is not compassion at all.
Uranus retrograde at 1° Gemini & Pluto retrograde at 1° Aquarius. Both collective revolutionaries step backward into basics: language, thought, myth, and community. The revolution must be re-languaged before it can be lived.
Virgo and Pisces: The Axis of Priestess and Mystic
The Virgo–Pisces axis is the spine of this corridor.
Virgo makes categories: religions, rituals, systems of purity.
Pisces dissolves categories: what matters is not dogma, but sincerity. How truly do you hold God in your heart?
Together they remind us: it is not enough to classify divinity, nor enough to drown in it. The true priestess is both — organiser of sacred detail and mystic of the unbounded sea.
The Divine Mother’s Birth Canal
This is more than eclipse and number; it is the Divine Mother giving birth to us again.
Nut arches her body across the stars. Isis nurses the child of tomorrow. Sophia enfolds the cosmos. Mary weeps and rejoices at the threshold of resurrection. Each image is the same archetype: the Mother midwifing us through death into new life.
The ecliptic corridor is her womb-space: Pisces as her waters, Virgo as her scalpel, Cancer (with Jupiter exalted) as her breast. The eclipses are contractions; the retrogrades are pauses between breaths; the two weeks are the canal itself. We are being born not once, but again and again.
Her whisper comes through the planets:
“Come back to me. Let me wash you of false burdens. Let me dissolve the martyrdoms you thought were holy. Let me remind you that you were always mine, and that you are always being born.”
The Corridor as Myth
This is not merely astrology; it is myth enacted in real time.
The eclipse as Nut’s womb.
Virgo as Hermit with scalpel.
Pisces as dream-ocean, the Moon card itself.
Humanity as foetus, dreaming itself into being again.
This corridor is baptism — but not into doctrine. It is baptism into paradox. To live that imperfection is holy. To see that the scroll has been unrolled anew.
What Comes Through
The ecliptic corridor of September 2025 is not spectacle but maternal re-conception. It returns us to the simplest truths:
Belonging is destiny.
Justice is love’s spine.
Perfection is an illusion; sincerity is the offering.
The Feminine does not serve from flawlessness, but from truth.
The age of saviours is over; the Fool’s age of self-embodied divinity begins.
Closing Reflection
Beloved reader, as you pass through this corridor:
What illusions are being scalpelled away?
What do you find when you are dissolved back into the primordial sea?
And when you emerge from the waters, what new scroll will you write for your life?
For this is the Divine Mother’s work: to hold us in her waters, cut away what is false, and birth us back into her arms. Not once, but endlessly.
Life itself is her labour. And you — you are her child, being born again.
