Hi All,
I was recently talking to a colleague of mine about a natal 12th house Neptune placement in a chart I had been working on. What is significant about this is twofold. First, rarely I have found that any two Astrologers agree on the specifics of an astrological consideration. Secondly, I revel in these types of discussions. I have found that when discussing a particular astrological placement (0r anything else for that matter) there is so much more to it than I had initially realized. Simply said, I find that the review of astrological self discovery and cognitive rationale exciting and stimulating.
Years ago I once read in an old Rosicrucian book that having a natal 12th house Neptune is akin to being in a five star hotel during the nine month period of the fetus’ development in the mother’s womb. In having a 12th house Neptune (more…)
Hi All,
These last several years have been quite interesting for me as transiting Saturn has been traversing my natal 11th house, also known as one’s house of friends. As most of you know I have a hand full of decades in life experience, and I feel fortunate to have survived the period of self doubt and self worth that we all must experience in order to grow. This critical time of self doubt generally concludes after the high school or college years. Although there are those that will experience these difficult emotions in these early stages, there are those that will continue to experience self doubt and the lack of clarity regarding all levels of relationships.
My experience regarding “friendship” over the last two or three years has been one of consolidation and determining the pertinence for said friendship(s). First a little about myself Astrologically. I have Scorpio Rising (more…)
Hi All,
It has been years (decades) since I was last in a bar or as they are now called, a “club.” However, I can still remember the smell of old beer and stale perfume emanating from the bartender and waitresses, not necessarily in that order. For the most part, it appeared to me that the people sitting in those stuffy, and dimly lit dens of refuge were seeking comfort in a number of ways. First, there were those that were the merry makers, you know, the ones that were loud, laughing, and buying rounds for their friends. Then, there were those that sat tucked away, huddled in the shadows of the room in the miasmic wisps of cigarette smoke.
My memory was jostled to these long ago forgotten scenes of when I used to build houses for a living, by a conversation I inadvertently overheard while working in downtown San Luis Obispo. As a former carpenter and (more…)
