This stuff really happened
I just received, Frederick Woodruff’s newsletter, where he talked me up in relation to the Rage of Aquarius podcast. I was happy and flattered! He mentioned my storytelling. I don’t think he’s read any of my stories so I put these up and sent him links. If you want to read something true and original […]
Astrology does a great job of describing a person’s energy, which can be wildly skewed if you’re evaluating a person from their writing, online. I’ve explained this before, a few times. My writing is an expression of the Mercury Mars conjunction in my chart. It’s masculine, but I am not. I came across this old
There was enough interest on the More On Psychological Immunity post, I want to elaborate and make this mechanism, very clear. I mentioned my father would start up with some oddness. My sister observed he had no staying power. I said this had a big impact, but I want to give you an actual example.
Okay!! I found the story about that boy’s sister, mentioned in Mistaken Identity. She’s quite hard to describe. This family moved from California, I remember that. That didn’t mean anything in this era. She had Aquarian energy. In part, this was due to her unusual name and her boy-hair cut which was unique in this
There are a lot of stories on this site, about the mistaken identity scenarios that have occurred, constantly, throughout my life. I give this to Neptune on my midheaven. As an example, when I worked for Frito Lay, I had a route and certain stores I serviced. I’d been on the job for years. I
My parents were both Aquarians. My mother was a double Aquarius. My father was Aquarius with four planets and his n. node in the sign. That’s a lot of Aquarius! I was visiting my sister and her husband. We were sitting around telling stories, which is main thing my family does. The Blue Streak came up. “W”
3This is a true story. Catch up here: The Contest. Well I had to do that. Talk about a disaster. I was not kidding about “tired”. The last thing I needed to do was drive three hours, fly six more, then check into a hotel just to eat dinner with someone I didn’t want to know.
This is a true story. Catch up here: The Contest. Well, I wasn’t happy for long. Wait’ll you get a load of this prize. I was told I would be flying to Boston from a city that was more than three hours away. Hmm. An hour sitting in the airport at least, right? Then a six
