Upside Of Saturn & Neptune In Pisces

Generally speaking, Saturn and Neptune in Pisces is trash for Mercury-ruled, Gemini and Virgo.  There are high sides to it. There are ways to deal and such, but if you make yourself fall into it, magic happens.  What magic, Elsa?

Well, there are all types of magic. Transcending your worry, for example. Actually learning faith and having it support your mental effort, or just your ideas in general.  You can also see pieces of a puzzle, flow together in your imagination.  You don’t even need to know the puzzle exists!  That’s pretty “voila”, in my book. I’ll explain.

My first awareness of my little deal, was when I saw, or rather, saw through this company’s business plan and effort to market itself. I tied it to another company’s effort, I witnessed in the 1980’s. I benefitted when this clicked into place. It’s a matter of not knowing what’s going on vs knowing what’s going on. Reality obscured vs reality revealed.  The times you have clarity are are brilliant.  I covered this here:

Upside Of Aging: You See The Tricks!

I was glad and grateful for that knowing.  A few days later, I stumbled onto the title of a book (and nothing more) – “My Life In Advertising” by Claude C Hopkins.

It’s a bit weird, because, Mr. Hopkins was born in 1866!  Those old people are stupid, right? Who cares what old fashioned people are doing, in this “modern” age? Well, I don’t think like that.  I flow pretty well for a lowly Virgo. I thought my running across this title was not random, so I got the book right away.

I was not surprised, I was mesmerized by the preface and even more so, by the first paragraph.  It was like shooting heroin into my vein!

Mr. Hopkins published his book in 1917. He definitely thought his book was important, but I doubt he imagined some Italian chick would love it, 107 years after the fact.  Love it and find it relevant.

I’ve been enjoying this book over the last several days, and telling people about it.  I’m open, see?  That’s a big key. Then today this other piece flew in my open window, when I remembered an experience I had once.

I wrote about my experience, but I can’t find my writing.   I must have included it in a larger story, or I may have told it back when I first started writing on a business bulletin board, in 1999. It’s about this man I dated.  He was very rich or rather his dad was. I was eighteen at the time. If you read my book, I was living in the apartment with the Lutheran chick. I was dating a lot at that time and this guy was one of the men I went out with.

He was 25-ish and in his sixth year of college. I was me, in my clothes from Goodwill.  His father liked cars and had these incredible specimens.  Vintage sports cars. My boyfriend (for a time) was a Sagittarius, can you tell?  He would steal his father’s cars and take me on dates.  Cars as in more than one – variety of cars, variety of dates.

Really, this bastard (said fondly) would do whatever he wanted, because while his father had had enough of him, he was the apple of his mother’s eye. She was going to keep her baby boy, and her boy a baby, no matter what.  I found this amusing, as did he.

I’m telling you, he knew he was a fuck up. This was one of the reasons he was running with me.  He was trying to learn.   This was all out in the open, between us as we were both blunt.  He was fascinated with my poverty. I was telling him to stop stealing his dad’s cars!

“Why don’t you do your homework?” I said.  I really couldn’t believe it.  I had been a straight A student. How can a person spend six years in college and essentially, never pass a class?  This was not a stupid man at all.  He was a fun-seeking man and I was a fun-seeking young woman. I didn’t flunk my classes, so it was confusing to me.

One day I decided to help him with his homework.  I don’t know what possessed me, but I told him to bring it over and I would see if I could figure it out.

He agreed, though he did not think I would be able to help.  He was desperate. His professor had made him some kind of deal – nail the final and pass the class?  I was very curious what he was struggling with. I didn’t know anything about college. I didn’t think I could help him either, but I was going to try.

This man was studying advertising. He arrived at my apartment with this large ad.  It was a full page newspaper ad – he lay it out on the table.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“That’s it. That’s the test,” he said.

I stared, thinking college really is over my head. How is this a test?

“I’m supposed to write what I see that ad. I don’t see anything in that ad,” he said.

“Well, I do,” I said.  His head whipped around.

“You do not!”

“Yes, I do.”

“How can you see something in that ad? You haven’t been to even one class.  You do not see something in that ad.”

“Do you want me to tell you what’s in there?” I asked,  secretly hoping I wasn’t crazy.

“Fuckin’ A . Go ahead! Tell me!”

“Well… this represents this and that is that. The advertiser wants the reader to see this and think this and feel that.  See, that shape? It suggests, this…”

“Elsa!  You’ve got to be shitting me! You sound just like he does! My professor!  That’s the same shit he says are in these ads. How do you know that?”

“Um…I’m looking at it.  Are you saying, you look at it and can’t see ideas in it.”

“Yes!  That’s what I’m saying and this is my third time taking this course.”

“I don’t think you’re very good at it. The answers are obvious.  Do you want me to tell you what else is in there? How long does your paper have to be?” I asked.

“You mean you see other things?” He was stunned.

“Yes, I think so.  I think this is supposed to be this and if that’s right, this is this and these two things work together…” In this process, I complimented the professor for choosing such an interesting ad. Really, I just went on and on until he stopped me.

“You scare me.”

I had no idea what he meant.  I was trying to figure out how these things eluded him; what they actually taught in college, and why I could do this work, without any effort.

All these years later, I realize I am still that 18 year old girl. Looking at things and seeing things the person next to me cannot.

Today, I have a good idea, why this is, though I don’t know what to do with the information. What does it mean???

I also don’t know the next piece that will float in, but I do know it’s coming.

If you’re struggling with this transit, I would stop trying so hard.  I’m pretty sure, God, will give you the pieces to your puzzle, if you’ll just let it happen.