Birthdays
A few days ago, I was motoring along, and I got hit broadside by another driver in an SUV. Fancy SUV, but who’s counting? Little hybrids don’t fair well against rambunctious SUVs.
Two salient points, I know, as an astrologer, that the time around a birthday is bad, and to exacerbate that situation, the time between the eclipses, rattling all of Sagittarius is even worse. Compounded by Jupiter and Saturn, Pluto, &c.
That in mind? A tidbit I swiped from Vedic astrology, treating the Sun as a malefic other than the traditional Western version of benefic? I tend to favor an interpretation in the middle, so the Sun’s influence can be either, but exercise caution with optimism.
Shaken, but not otherwise damaged, the accident itself, I was proceeding in a southerly direction in the middle lane of three-lane route, and the aforementioned other person, took a left turn, assuming that I had to turn left, and we were all very surprised when, as the traffic pattern dictated, I didn’t turn left. Spun my car up and over the curb, and I took one, good bounce against the ceiling, but I think I was restrained by the seat belt.
When talking about Mercury Retrograde issues, I warn about local drivers who exit from the far left to hit a right exit, or the reverse: left from the far right. Did I curse myself1? Maybe. When I cast my Solar Return chart2, I noted a disturbance — the chart carries warnings, and I tend to heed that kind of symbolism.
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Then, too, I also urge extra caution when so close to the eclipse pattern, and finally, holiday crap. That adds a pregnant, unwanted layer of manufactured excess.
Add it all up, eclipse, birthday, and the season. Planets and pandemic perils, too. Spells out more caution, which, obviously, I missed a clue, like a car turning into me.
On foot, I chased the other driver down, and they suggested I was in the wrong, so I offered my insurance, if they would back up and get out of the way. We both called the cops. I reported a non-injury accident, and mine wasn’t drive-able.
By time the cops arrived, we had exchanged driver’s licenses, and insurance. I had to hold the license because the other party was shaking too badly.
Mine was loaded onto a city-contracted tow truck, and left in the impound yard at some deanship, like, just blocks away.
It was a left turn out of a right lane. Kind of a no-brainer.
The cop gave us a ride home, and I thanked him profusely, and he tacitly demurred, but left the implication that I was right, the other driver took left from a right lane, but the cop wasn’t going to render an opinion. I respect that.
USAA is the other carrier. So far, I’ve been less than pleased with their response.
The cop, as he dropped us off, I was asking how long on the force, reminded him I’m nice to law enforcement, and he quipped, “Yeah, I guess if I wanted to be liked, I’d been a fireman.”
I just wish he’d blipped the lights, the siren, or something, you know, give the neighbors a new tale to discuss. “We never let the truth interfere,” as my own family would suggest.
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The insurance isn’t moving fast, and the lack of response is annoying, at best.
The other driver, also considered an aggrieved3 party in this situation? Birthday is a few days after mine. I didn’t snap until I arrived home, but with it being just a few days different, it points out what I was discussing, and my worry, astrologically, the possible problems and need for extra caution at this time.
Two Sagittarius, running into each other. Technically, I was hit. But the orbits are close enough to warrant extra caution these days.
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