I may be wrong but….
It’s “the other side of Saturn.” Or the Dark Side of the Moon?
It’s a consultation question versus a piece of symbolism. What does one planet represent? I was faced with a question, and I’ve drifted back towards a more traditional interpretation of Saturn these days. Frankly, the influence of Saturn is like that of a wet cotton blanket, and that’s an especially apt metaphor on a hot summer afternoon in Central Texas. Sodden, weighing heavier than it should, that cotton blanket is starting to ripen a little, maybe grow some sort of science-project kind of mold, like agar in a Petri dish.
But back the idea of what a particular item represents, or the energies that a planet brings to a situation. I love me my Saturn, once friends are made, once a relationship with a particular planet is established, there’s a pattern that will emerge. Saturn – he’s in Cancer these days – is not particularly a nice planet. Sure, you’ve seen the pictures, the rings and all. Plus there’s ongoing space research, but what of the symbolism?
Someplace, buried in my books, somewhere, probably in Latin as well as in English, there’s a bit from an early astrologer. Astronomer. Same thing, back close to 2K years ago. Something about Saturn was really easy to predict with, being a great big bad guy as a point in the sky. Not as bright as Jupiter, but carrying a great deal of weight, nonetheless.
Saturn tends to push folks around. A lot. It’s not all bad, but there’s that onerous weight of work, as opposed to leisure time.
I started on an essay about Saturn, and my red-headed Capricorn friend called, “Hey, are you home? Want to walk today? It’s nice out. If I don’t go with you, I might not get out.”
So I adjusted my schedule – which means in real life? I took a nap. That Capricorn in question is notoriously late. Two more calls, including a wake-up call, almost two hours later. Which also means I forgot all about whatever I was going to say about Saturn. Saturn is the planet associated with the sign Capricorn, in case the symbolism slipped by.
We walked. We talked. Halfway around the trail, it was a short loop, barely three miles, she was complaining about her hip-leg-foot-some-part that was giving her pain. We stopped, and she stretched.
“If that’s all I have to do to relieve the pain, I should’ve been doing this long ago.”
A little later, she was tired, but I was still merrily trucking along, she was complaining about a certain issue.
“Look, I’ll pay you to do a reading for me on this one,” she said.
Halfway through the walk, not much of a trek for me, she stopped and stretched the sore muscles, relieving the pain. Saturn’s like that, you know. Doesn’t mean that she can stop, halfway through the Saturn exercise, though. Diligent work is still required. The other halfway back to the trailer park.
So I forgot all about whatever Saturn point I was trying to make. It was profound, I’m sure. I’m deep like that, at times.
As I was getting ready for the call-in radio show, I was straightening up the kitchenette. I noticed that – somehow – the only item I needed to buy during the day? Coffee. And someway or another, I’d managed to neglect that chore. Purchase. So with just minutes to go, I slipped out and up the street to buy beans.
“Italian roast: Sturdy & roasty-sweet” (with hints of chocolate and musty wine flavors and strong finish, I suppose.)
Saturn will do that, make somebody forget to buy beans. Not a problem at night, but decidedly a problem first thing in the morning.
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