The Dawning of Aquarius

I’m an Aquarius.  During this holiday season, when people are excited about gift-giving, I’m excited because my birthday is right around the corner in the New Year!  I love being an Aquarius.  We are quirky, intelligent people who love and are passionate about the unique.  I love listening to the stories of others’ lives.  If you are ousted by most for your “out there” personality and antics, I’ll fall in love with you.  In my book of life, the “weirder the better” isn’t a chapter; it’s THE book.  Routine can feel mundane, and vanilla has to have sprinkles on top. 

I am a January Aquarius, which varies from a February Aquarius, although we do share similar traits.  The most important trait we share is that we live in the 5th dimension.  From a spiritual perspective, we live in Spirit.  We are born with this deep, resounding knowing, but life sometimes tells us this isn’t the norm.  As a child, I felt that sense of Oneness with everything; the vastness of the ocean in Rhode Island, colorful sea glass tossed around in the ocean waves, shells, and driftwood all brought me joy.  Barnacles on rocks and minnows.  With fascination, I watched all of the unfoldment of the life that surrounded me.  I love the seemingly unloveable.  Inside of me is this wellspring of love, beautiful notes all played in the harmony of nature. 

I am an observer of life, often watching from the sidelines, looking for that little spark of joy within all living creatures.  Sometimes, I’m the pack’s leader and find those unique souls who will join me in a specific crusade.  In another given moment, I’m a recluse, looking deep within myself to find answers within the shadows of my heart, reading, eating junk food, and always dancing.  An odd duck.  The black sheep.  All labels that I’ve come to love.  

I first realized that I wasn’t alone in my thinking, that maybe there were others like me, when the song “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” was recorded by the 5th Dimension.  I would raise my arms to the sky in the privacy of my room, singing my heart out, thinking, “Yes, yes, yes!  This is me!”  I would call the radio station and ask them to play it repeatedly.  And then it happened. 

I was around the age of 10 when my parents decided to take me to California to visit relatives.  My cousin, Carla, worked at Knotts Berry Farms, so one day, we went to see her at work and spent the day at the amusement park.  My dad and I went on this ride, the parachute drop, and he wanted to do it over and over again.  He was a February Aquarius and required adventure.  At that moment, I realized that he and I were alike in many ways.

Carla managed to get us tickets to the group “The 5th Dimension,” who were singing at Knotts Berry Farms.  During the concert, they sang MY song, “Aquarius.”  I was now living the song.  I stood up with my little hands raised to the sky.  I was a part of that song, and that song was a part of me.  There was no separation from joy at that moment.  While my Aquarius dad didn’t stand up and dance with me, he was smiling.  He was so happy.  First, the parachute drop, and now this.  Two Aquarians sharing joyous moments.  

Each year, as we enter into the season of Aquarius, I’m reminded of this dawning.  Hands raised to the sky, being a part of it all.  When I’m deep in the conundrum of my life, it’s time for a rebirth.  It’s time for the age of Aquarius, where there are “no more falsehoods or derisions, golden living dreams of visions, mystic crystal revelation, and the mind’s true liberation.”  Aquarius.  The quirky.  The bold.  The beautiful.