Neptune

Neptune

Neptune pointer.

Came up in a couple of readings, again, the nature of the Neptune Transit.

Neptune is strange because of its associations — Pisces, 12th House, the worlds and planes beyond normal human recognition. The subconscious mind and all the realms therein. The other dimensions.

    That first Neptune pointer got it, but I do have other Neptune pointers.

Neptune gets up to about 12 degrees of Pisces in June, slides to a stop, and slips backwards to about 9 degrees of Pisces, changing direction again, at the very end of Scorpio, just before the Sun moves into Sagittarius — mid-November.

9–12 degrees of Pisces, and by extension, Virgo, and to a lesser extent Sagittarius and Gemini. All feeling it.

The net effect of a Neptune transit is about confusion, apparent loss, lack of motivation, and the illusion — the apparent failed promise — of a certain belief. Neptune defines spiritual beliefs. Neptune also causes confusion.

The best way to work with this type of energy? A devoted, spiritual practice — perhaps a personal practice that envelops more than one set of “beliefs.”

About Neptune

While I think the image first appeared on the back of one my books, as a funny “author picture,” I’m going to recycle the image. Perfect for Neptune Transits. Maybe a dozen years back, lake just east of Austin, spring fishing. I felt a fish strike the lure, and I reeled in the tiniest, angriest little fingerling of a black bass. She had tried to eat a lure that was half her size.

Kissing Bass

Kissing Bass

Carefully, I unhooked the lure, got a picture, and set her free.

While the stars portended well, and so did local fishing reports, I wasn’t having any luck at the moment. That was my first bite of the day. I went on to catch a slew of others, later in the morning as the sun burned off those clouds.

With Neptune and his influence? Don’t — can’t — take a tiny symbol, like that fingerling fish, don’t — can’t — take that as a symbol for what is in store. Instead of bemoaning my fate, I kissed the fish and set her free. Later in the day, I was rewarded about thirty times over.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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