Astrology works. Objectivity though? That’s the hard part.
I don’t look at my own personal transits every day. As a matter of fact, I do it about as often as I get around to shaving… which, being a self-employed work-at-home type with naturally slovenly tendencies, isn’t as often as it should be. But it does happen, and when it does I freely admit to suffering the same flaw that any other astrologer will admit to (if they are human and honest about it): it’s pretty hard to be objective about yourself.
Or, as I used to tell my students on the subject: “Even the world’s best surgeon probably shouldn’t try to take out his or her own appendix.”
(No matter what transits are happening, how they play out in your life depends on your individual birth chart. Write me with your date, time, and place of birth — and I’ll send you a copy and a free sneak preview!)
Let me tell you a story about “objectivity,” from back in the ancient era of 2012 AD.
On Christmas Eve 2012 (remember back when the Mayan Calendar ran out and the world ended? Right, just after that) I sat down to check out my transits before commencing with my day. I admit I was troubled to see as many difficult aspects happening that day as I did.
My original plan had been to attend the Christmas Eve fund-raising event run by Muttville Senior Dog Rescue. They do good work, and besides… a $1.00 Senior Dog Kissing Booth? Holy cow, does it really ever get better than that?
A typical Muttvile Dog description: “Bumper is a 12 year old corgi mix, possibly with some Shepard or Jack Russell terrier. He was rescued from a high kill shelter by Muttville and has nothing but love for other dogs and people. Despite being completely blind and partially deaf, this little guy gets around very well.”
C’mon. Seriously. If that doesn’t have you ready to scream with some combination of small-child glee and full-to-bursting Buddha compassion, I don’t know what to say to you.
So before heading out, I had a look at the astrology of the day. And my thought processes were a little like this:
“Hmmm. Uranus is square my Jupiter, but that’s been going on for a long time, so let’s not worry about that just this second. The North Node is conjunct my Sun, but… yeah, well, that has a whole bunch of karmic implications that are kind of hard to nail down practically. And this morning’s New Moon was conjunct my Mercury-Venus midpoint, which is, umm… kinda karmic too, so God knows what that could mean. But: Transiting Mars is conjunct my natal Uranus-Pluto conjunction, and square my Sun, so…. hmmm… violently unexpected Ego upsets? A sense of either being denied my destiny, or finding it and getting screwed by it? Maybe.”
Naturally, I put that together with my plans and figured that perhaps I’d go there, see a dog I wanted but could never keep in my place, and I’d be devastated. Or maybe I just wouldn’t care but couldn’t afford the fee, and I’d get caught smuggling some three-legged terrier out under my jacket, or something like that. So I decided to avoid the whole matter entirely, and I changed my plans and went and did something a lot more emotionally safe.
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This is why at 1:28 PM local time on Christmas Eve 2012,while I was walking to the grocery store, my right foot was run over as I crossed the street, breaking four metatarsal bones like they were kindling. And of course, in hindsight, that incident fit the astrological symbolism of the time far better than any imaginary screaming fit over a dog.
Astrology doesn’t lie… but if we let our expectations do all the talking, we’ll never accurately hear what Astrology is actually saying to us. And if you’re used to “doing your own readings”? Maybe a second opinion wouldn’t hurt.
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