Time flows, but we keep trying to cut it into pieces, like using a sword to chop a river. In the past week we have crossed several of these imaginary cuts (and weeks and days are themselves slices in the river of time, as if it were made of ice).
We have entered what you might call the “month of Aquarius”, since the Sun entered that one of the twelve zodiacal constellations on Feb. 16 and will leave it for Pisces on March 12. But by the astrological system we are already in the “month of Pisces”, since the Sun entered that 30-degree-wide sign on Feb. 18 and will leave it for Aries on March 20.
On a wider time-scale, we are in the Age of Aquarius, which began when precession moved the March equinox point backward from Pisces into Aquarius – or are we? By the system of 30-degree-wide signs, that happened somewhere around 1400. (Or later, depending on how you calculate it; which depends, I think, on when you consider the equinox point, still traditionally called the “First Point of Aries,” to have been at the western end of Aries and where you consider that to have been. Many think of the Aquarian Age as beginning around 1960.) But, as the constellations are defined astronomically, the equinox point won’t move into Aquarius till the year 2597.
We are in Lent, the period from Ash Wednesday (Feb. 18) to Palm Sunday (March 29) – forty days inclusive, that is, including the days at both ends. (Lent, often marked by abstinence from meat, could serve as a stepping-stage into your Age of Vegetarianism.) Palm Sunday will be the beginning of Holy Week which ends with Easter Sunday.
And we have just entered a nine-month segment of time which is Mars’s sojourn in our northern celestial hemisphere. On Feb. 21 it climbed through the celestial equator in Pisces, to make a long arch, in the middle of which it will be hidden behind the Sun, nd to drop through the equator back on Nov. 18 in Virgo, half way around the sky.
I don’t mind chopping the river of time with swords, it amuses us and doesn’t bother time, which flows on; what I often do wish I could do is interrupt the river of time with a plank.