Please join us at our Gilroy Temple Septemeber 22, 2026 at 5:05 PM until 10 PM to celebrate the equinox. It has been chilly at night so bring warm clothes. We will be harvesting nature’s bounty in the form of figs from the fig orchard, so bring collection baskets. We may also help our hardworking farmer friends harvest other fruits if the ripness aligns. We will also share in a potluck. Please send us a message if you need the address and any special accommodations, dietary or otherwise, or if you have any questions. Children welcome and encouraged! Plenty of nearby flat parking.
Mabon : Abaton Equinox : Testing Sovereign Voltage at the Threshold of the Dark
Beloved Sentinel Souls of the Earth Body Church,
The light is changing. If you step outside and feel the wind against your face, you can sense the planetary tilt. We have reached the Autumnal Equinox – the celestial fulcrum where the Earth pauses, balances day and night on the edge of a knife, and then deliberately tips us into the descending dark.
For the humanimal nervous system, this is a profound biological cue. The trees are pulling their sap down into their roots, preparing to drop the leaves that no longer serve their survival. The Earth Body is initiating its great, annual exhalation.
In the ancient Northern Hemisphere, people honored this descent into the dark half of the year with fierce, animist devotion. Long before the matrix sanitized our seasons, our ancestors understood this time – often referred to in modern Pagan traditions as Mabon – as a moment of precarious equilibrium. They engaged in harvest rituals to anchor themselves to the land’s physical bounty before the frost: celebrating the honey and apple harvests, preserving the spirit of the apple trees, and hanging rags in branches near sacred wells to transfer illness to the earth. In the ancient Greek Mystery Schools, the Lesser and Greater rites marked this descent, acknowledging that animals like dogs and wolves act as vital guides into the subterranean dark.
Yet, the modern matrix demands that we ignore this somatic reality. It demands that we produce, perform, and panic at the exact moment the cosmos is instructing us to descend and rest. This Equinox, we are not gathering for a polite celebration of the harvest. We are gathering to honor the brutal, beautiful friction of reclaiming our biological sovereignty from a world that wants to keep us hooked to its sterile machines.
The True Celestial Geometry: The Priestess and the Hand
While Tropical astrology tells us the Sun is entering Libra today, we must look at the unflinching data of the Sidereal sky to understand our true cosmic coordinates. Because of Earth’s wobble, the fixed stars have shifted, and the observable heavens tell a different story.
In the Sidereal zodiac, the Sun has not yet handed the baton to the Scales; it is firmly seated in the constellation of Virgo – the Priestess. On September 22, 2026, the Sun has not yet reached Hasta; it is in the nakshatra of Uttara Phalguni. Mercury is currently finishing its transit through Hasta on this day. The Priestess’s energy is channeled through Mercury in Hasta. Hasta is symbolized by the Hand, and its ruling Shakti is the power to place manifestation and healing directly into your own hands. By September 2026, Jupiter will have moved into the water sign of Cancer, specifically transiting the nakshatra of Ashlesha. Ashlesha is symbolized by the coiled serpent, which aligns with our metaphor of the sacred serpents roaming the Abaton to lick the wounds of the sick and catalyze regeneration. The Moon is in Capricorn (Makara) on this day, shifting from the Uttara Ashadha nakshatra into Shravana in the morning. This carries a very grounded, structured, and responsible energy that supports the “architectural” boundaries you are asking your congregation to build.
The Priestess has done the discerning work – she has separated the wheat from the chaff, the true resonance from the airborne mold. But she is not rushing to balance the scales just yet. With the Sun in Hasta, she is demanding that we use our own hands to craft our healing, urging a profound, grounded craftsmanship in how we steward our biology.
We are also currently in a crucial period of collective integration following the intense and stormy eclipse season that swept through mid-August, which revealed deeply shadowed egoic patterns and amplified the collective exhaustion. The atmosphere remains volatile as the outer planets align, but the sky offers us a grace period. On September 26th, we will experience the Aries Full Moon, which sits in very close alignment with Neptune. Neptune’s heavy influence over this lunation provides profound access to dream states, intuition, and the powers of the deep imagination. Additionally, the shallow angle of the autumn ecliptic creates the “Harvest Moon effect,” where the moon hangs lower and rises only a short time later each evening, elongating the liminal twilight of our descension into the dark. The cosmos is perfectly orchestrating the ideal celestial weather for our sacred, dreaming sleep.
The Architecture of the Abaton (The Sacred Triage)
Many of you are entering this season carrying the profound weight of the Great Severing – the physical and spiritual exhaustion of surviving in matrices built on mold, hypoxia, and mechanistic hubris. Your bodies are demanding sleep (also, if you are consistently exhausted upon waking, please strongly consider advocating for your wellness and ordering an at-home sleep study, and look into obstructive sleep apnea, narcolepsy, and UARS – upper airway resistance syndrome, often not visible on wearable data). You may find yourself pulling twelve-hour cycles, feeling stranded in liminal spaces, or waiting in the bottleneck of delayed timelines.
The matrix will tell you this exhaustion is a failure. But we must understand this through the lens of Neuro-Immuno-Connective Instability (NICI). Your nervous and immune systems do not operate separately; they communicate continuously as a single, highly sensitive defense network. When your biology is chemically irritated and metabolically stressed by the velocity of the modern wasteland, your reflex arcs become unstable, and your system actively rejects superficial “corrections”. In this state of hyperexcitability, the only true medicine is to power down the grid.
In this context, “your reflex arcs becoming unstable” refers to a state where your body’s nervous and immune systems are locked in a hyper-vigilant, overprotective loop.
A reflex arc is the neural pathway that controls an automatic reflex response. According to NICI theory, when the human body is continuously subjected to chemical irritation, metabolic stress, or constant systemic inflammation, these neural pathways become highly sensitized. This makes the spinal circuits hyperexcitable, so the nervous system interprets ordinary physical stimuli or daily stressors as profound threats.
When these reflex arcs are in this unstable, hyperexcitable state, the body will actively reject superficial therapies or manual physical “corrections” because the underlying biology is still fiercely defending itself. Any attempt to force the body back into a productive state without addressing the systemic exhaustion will often collapse within hours, provoke a flare-up, or force the body into new compensatory stress patterns.
In the mythopoetic language of this Equinox letter, this biological instability is exactly why the “matrix’s” demand for productivity or quick clinical fixes fails. The unstable reflex arcs dictate that the only way to heal is to completely “power down” the grid through the Abaton’s deep, radical rest, allowing the nervous system to exit its defensive posture so true repair can begin.
Thus, the mythopoetic truth is that your exhaustion is not a symptom of defeat; you have entered the Abaton.
In the ancient healing sanctuaries of Asclepius, such as the grand complex at Epidaurus, physicians knew that true cellular and spiritual repair could not happen while the ego was awake and defending itself. The most severely wounded initiates underwent purification and were taken to the Abaton – the impenetrable, windowless, subterranean inner sanctum. There, they were prescribed enkoimesis, or sacred incubation sleep.
This was not mere rest. Ancient shamanic traditions understood enkoimesis as a descent into a fourth state of consciousness – beyond waking, sleeping, or dreaming – akin to profound yogic samādhi. In the absolute stillness of this dark chamber, the body’s parasympathetic nervous system performs its deepest alchemy. As initiates slept, sacred serpents and dogs – the chthonic agents of the divine physician – roamed the floor, believed to lick the wounds of the sick and catalyze regeneration. The serpent sheds its skin, symbolizing life’s ultimate victory over decay.
To sleep for twelve hours right now is a revolutionary act of somatic devotion. Do not fight the dark. Treat your resting space as the highest altar of your structural rebuild.
Meeting the Threshold Guardians
As you step out of the performative light and claim the boundaries of your Abaton, you will inevitably encounter the Threshold Guardians or Bardo Bouncers.
These Threshold Bouncers often manifest as landlords, lawyers, ossified ‘teachers’, the ‘denial of care’ medical industrial complex, clinical technicians refusing to honor your complex biology, or bureaucratic systems attempting to upsell you on algorithms that do not fit your flesh. It is easy to view them as adversaries. But mythically, they are simply the rigid Bardo Bouncers of the current calcified 3D matrix.
Their job is to test your Sovereign Voltage.
When these Bouncers press you, they are asking : Will you regress into a fawning, people-pleasing response to appease their liability panic, or will you hold the frequency of the Architect?
True balance does not mean compromising your truth to make the Bouncer comfortable. Balance is handing the matrix the exact, boring paper shield it needs to appease its rigid requirements, while you quietly subpoena its records, secure your boundaries, and return to the observation tower. You do not have to fight the entire system today; you simply have to prove that your voltage holds.
Rituals for the Equinox: The Feral Healing Harvest
This September 22nd, as the light balances the dark (the equilux actually occurs a few days later, generally between September 25 and 27 in the United States, emphasizing that the “perfect balance” is a process we are entering into, rather than a single frozen minute), we invite you to practice these embodied rites of the Sovereign:
The Rite of the Phantom Offering: Identify one external demand that is currently draining your nervous system (a bureaucratic form, an anxious relative, a societal expectation). Craft a “phantom offering” to feed the hungry ghost – a polite, structurally sound boundary that feeds their checklist without costing you your life force. Give the matrix what it needs to close the file, and reclaim your energy.
The Sonic Ward (Clearing the Air): The Earth Body breathes, and so must your sanctuary. Find a bell, a chime, or a piece of music recorded in high-fidelity analog (like the resonance of a harp or a clean vocal track). Play it in your physical space. Use the physical kinetic energy of sound waves to shatter the stagnant, low-frequency dread of the outside world. Claim the acoustic architecture of your room.
The Vow of the Abaton (Enkoimesis): Create your modern enkoimeterion (dreaming medicine room). Dim the lights, gather your heavy blankets, and perform three rounds of the Audible Relaxed Exhalation (take two sips of air, breathe deep into the belly, release with a vocalized, vibrating sigh). Speak this vow aloud to your own flesh :
“I release the timeline of the machine. I surrender to the wisdom of the Abaton. My rest is the forge of my sovereignty.”
The descent into the dark half of the year is not a death; it is a gestation. Hold your boundaries, let the mechanical waves melt against your armor, and trust the ancient intelligence of your own fatigue. The Sovereign timeline is waiting on the other side of the Needle’s Eye.
Blessed Be, and Shalom.
Reverend Razma
High Priestess Earth Body Church