Today is the feast day of St. Vitus, according to one calendar. What horoscopes are for, according to one comic strip. Backlash and forward-lash, according to what’s happening.
I was poking through my own report. In a reading last week, I received the kindest feedback I’ve had in a while, about the transit reports, in effect, what was said, is the transit report I peddle, my “goods for sale,” is obviously done in my own voice. Plus it’s not just rehashing some other person’s book.
It’s not like this now, but when I first got underway with this endeavor, blinding forging where I’d never been before, I discovered that approximately 90% of the astrology reports for sale were all generated with the same software. Therefore, all the words were the same.
The reason I was poking through my own report, curious as to what was happening, I ran into somebody on the street. I didn’t get a friendly “hello,” all I got was glare. I read a lot into that simmering, glowering look. Harkens back to a time when I was doing property management part-time.
For some reason, that dark, foreboding, simmering gaze saddened me a great deal. Northing I can do about it. I can recall a portion of the astrology chart, things should be a looking really good, almost any day now. Except for a pesky emotional instability. But that’s not my problem.
Since I never had a chance to follow up, there wasn’t an opening in that glower, I was left with what my imagination could fill in. Following that train of thought just leads to a train wreck. Derailed my thought for the rest of the afternoon.
Looking at major transits, not the little machinations of Mercury and his ilk, I find myself back at one point, and I tend to forget what’s happening to me. Every high is associated with an emotional low, or exacerbated by, this one transit that I’m processing my way through.
So I spent a portion on Sunday evening, poking through astrology charts, astrology texts, and I finally gave up. Monday noonish, I was meeting with a client for a chart discussion, and I found a similar placement. Just one degree of difference, but the feelings, the events, the situations all had that similarity.
I slipped in “astrology consultant” mode, and went to work. Afterwards, I wandered off towards the post office, downtown. Seeking a little solitude, I’d meandered along the train tracks, heading my direction.
I’ve never crossed the river on the railway bridge. Usually, I’m on the hike and bike trail, and I much prefer the convenience of the pedestrian overpass. But I did stop, and pause. The “no trespassing” sign beckoned like a giant neon sign. I thought about that transit report, the simmering look, the way I was rubbing folks the wrong way. I slid down the rocky ballast to one side and took the more pedestrian route. Safer. No sense in pushing my luck. Have to admit though, it sure is tempting, a direct route, right across the river….
