First thing that comes up is that I used to be such a bitch. It was my way as the “right” way, while erroneously thinking that I was such an open, and accepting person. I’m especially thinking of the period in my life when I was a vegetarian. I was soooopo spiritual and enlightened. Snarkkkhh! Not. But it is how easily I was able to fool myself into thinking that I was that amuses me now.
I had a dream last night that I was in Pleasantville, dressed in pouffy skirt, high heels, bullet bra and cooking pancakes for breakfast before I mopped the floors, did laundry and ironing, all of course in high heels. BAM! that woke me up, panting, clutching my chest. Thank GOODNESS that was a dream. Or was it? Do I live in some parallel universe where a doppleganger is still hanging out in the 1950s?
Nice sentiments, and I will admit that it is a better message than “We are all sinners and the Devil is about to devour us for eating that cream puff” nonsense. But still, it rankled. I think the god Chronos makes more sense. His sentiment is, “Be true to yourself, whoever that might be at the time.”
t the wonders of the universe? I would love to go to Space Camp, for example. My husband is the same way, infinitely curious and interested in the world. The last time we went to San Diego’s Balboa Park museums, we ventured into a science room full of gadgets, “please touch me” thingies, videos, games, and more. We were having a great time! For a while we were the only ones there, but about 30 minutes later, we looked up at the now full room and discovered that we were the tallest people there! Well there were others, but they were patiently looking on as their offspring enjoyed the wonders of the universe. Laughing about it, we continued to enjoy the fun.
When I was 15, I lost my virginity to a boy I married three years later. It was in the back of his mother’s 1947 Buick, parked in her garage. Hormones, can’t live with them, can’t live without them. At 15, hormones ruled my world.
After that, even though I had some metaphysical beliefs, I wasn’t completely convinced that there wouldn’t be a horrible fate awaiting me after I died because I had sex with my boyfriend, so I married him. BIG mistake! He was a temperamental child with no ambition, little education, and spiritual beliefs that were completely opposite from mine. But, hey, hormones ruled. I was a teenager and the future was some nebulous hazy thing that didn’t feel real. Live for today.
It seems these days that every metaphysically-minded person is saying we are in the Age of Aquarius. Well, putting aside the fact that many people believe Astrology is bunk, let’s examine the facts.
People declaring that the beginning of this Utopian Age was upon us goes back decades. Most notably, because of the “Summer of Love” many people said the Aquarian Age started in the 1960s. This was fueled by the hit musical play, Hair and its signature song, The Age of Aquarius.
The 12th house is a difficult one for many astrologers and students to understand and interpret. In traditional astrology, it represents institutions, illusion, and self-undoing. In its deepest, esoteric meaning, the 12th house is our journey to cosmic unity through dissolving the boundaries of time and space—object/subject—to return to the universal home from which we emerged.
Astrologers have been blowing the horns of warning for at least a decade if not more that 2020 would bring huge changes in nearly every aspect of life on earth.
The gathering powerhouse planets have and are coming together in great clashes and in bellicose banging, clanging, and roaring. A planetary maelstrom of powerful energies twisting and distorting the way things were into the way they will be.
