We convene on the waxing Full Moon of True Easter, or Oestre, as Mars and Venus are together in the Underworld. The daughter of Venus and Mars is Harmonia.

Let's see her hatch. Let's be her hatching. The First Full Moon after the Equinox is the Spring renewal moon of bringing all back into the swing of dynamic balance. 

Passover and Easter derive their timing from this Moon.
Ah, but this one is is mega: Mega-Passover, Mega-Easter, Mega-Bunny, Mega-Mojo, Mega-Bunny-Easter Egg-Mojo.

Let's intend the manner of "mega."Mars square Pluto on Tuesday's Passover;
Sun, Moon, Mars, Venus all square Pluto, opposing this Moon…So apt, as Pluto represents the mysteries of death and re-birth.

What must we die to, lest we die from? Lest we animate the desirable, anywhere,
it will default to toxic dissonance.We aspire to animate the astro-mythic story story of now into tangible good.

In the nick of time, thank you Saturn.

Each Planetary Intelligence dons metaphoric garb whereby to enter the word's Resurrection pageantry. "A woman feeding chickens and protecting them from the hawk,"  is the Full Moon's image. Chickens-eggs (the koan of which came first?) again…fertility.

Hawks are beautiful fierce, predator, messengers…whom we also love; remembering that even among predator and prey and humans betwixt, (the balancing act of mediators)
there are presiding manners, intrinsic etiquette, harmony in death-birth-death……
We are willing to spiral Harmonia into the memosphere, the Realm of what buddy Rupert Sheldrake calls "morphic resonance. "Please bring to our council -  all that we treasure, all in peril, as the world now stands, for whom we call in protection.

A rousing toast of "Yea! life! Arise from the ashen crypt!"