Saturn and Pluto have changed signs. People seem shellshocked to varying degrees. Basically, they’ve not adapted to the change which I think is understandable. It may not have occurred to you, this would be good idea. I think it’s the idea. I’ll make my case and you can decide. I don’t know anyone who is […]
Recently, I was thinking about how people rarely argue anymore. I’ve noticed this since Saturn went into Pisces. It’s too draining? It is draining, so this seems a reasonable response. Put your own gas mask on, blah, blah, blah. But then I started noticing a downside. This prompted me to start a thread in the forum to
I’d been in the bar eight or ten times. I was hell on wheels at the rink by now. Sometimes I’d stay for the first song of the second set. The Who’s “Goin’ Mobile”. I liked that song. I liked to hear it but sometimes I couldn’t manage because I was not that interested in
This Pining Over Reuben series is meant to illustrate a Venus Neptune exchange from a variety of angles. For one thing, with Venus Neptune it is rarely clear who is using who. As I mentioned in the original post, Reuben was a guitarist and the lead singer in a local band. He had a variety
Nineteen years old. I was pining over, Reuben, after learning that my husband (that I am married to now) had married someone else. I was so obliterated by this, I didn’t date anyone for six months which is eons at that age and also for someone like me who really likes to be with man.
If you’re a Gemini or a Virgo and you’re doing great, I’m glad! This isn’t for you. It’s for people with a lot of planets in both or either sign. People caught with Saturn pressuring their planets in early degrees, while their planets at later degrees of these signs, drown. The combined effects of the
Hi, Elsa I have goals, interests, friends, I’m young, attractive… I’d say it’s a life I feel is very blessed. With exception to one aspect. Guys. I can’t seem to get really interested in any of them. It’s rare. I get cold feet even before it starts – even when I think I *may* have
Four years old. I don’t know exactly who got me into first grade, but it must have been my grandpa, because my parents were fighting and it sounded like this: “Tell her!” “I’m not going to tell her! You tell her!” “I ain’t tellin’ her teacher, shit!” my father said, putting his foot down. “Well,
