It was part of my childhood: my Mom would take me on the ferry to the Toronto Island. For years, I have had this memory of being a toddler on the ferry, itself. But my view was mostly of the wooden seats with the window above. (It’s a fact that one’s childhood has a very limited perspective.)
In fact, the size of the ferry was immense, but I saw just a little slice of that reality. Strange, eh?
An astrologer on Facebook discussed yesterday’s Basket in a non-repetitive way. Her concern was that most people posting on social media sites were parroting other people’s words, without adding anything original to the discussion. I agree.
She pointed out that the ‘missing’ part of the chart can be as important as the more obvious aspects.
In my go-to Encyclopedia of Astrology (1947) by Nicholas deVore, 4° Sagittarius is listed as “Aviation”. That’s it, nothing more, but that’s significant because of Trump’s new Air Force One.
It’s a hint, folks.
EoM.
Sometimes, you just need to laugh. This is the silliest combination of heroines ever. James Bond meets Love Actually…
Or, more importantly, a female version of “Bad Boys”.
It’s a romp, make no mistake about that. It’s also a comedy wrapped up as a spy adventure. None of it should be swallowed whole, but enjoyed, one episode at a time. Each one ends in a cliffhanger of peril.
Tongues are firmly planted in cheeks, but Hannah Waddingham as Judith (the assassin) plays it straight, showing us the conflict of knowing that your working life is over because your employer thinks that you’re a W.O.A C.A. (woman of a certain age), meaning 50 years old. Olivia Spencer as Debbie (the M.P.’s wife) is the top-billed star of this vehicle. Both women are Executive Producers. That says a lot.
By the end, Debbie is calling the shots and Judith is suffering the consequences for going along for the Ride or Die.
Evidently, it hit the earth in Austria at dawn, creating a double sun effect. Here’s The Why Files YouTube video about the event and its consequences:
Here’s the event chart:
Interesting, eh?
Hmm.
In the twilight zone of wondering what the future will bring, I had a rough day yesterday. When Susan came to bed, she suggested that I stop thinking about it. It reminded me of this song:
Try not to think of the Bay, eh?
Strange thought, this morning: I have a specific to-do list every day, mostly involving my morning rituals, but they are so routine that I have hardly any thought of what to do next. Hmm.
I guess they call that being in auto-pilot mode.
However, I am not unmindful. My constant thought has to do with what the Sun (in Apollo robes) told me I was to do daily in my Inner Guide Meditation: think about him. I do, constantly.
I’m well-aware that the Sun represents a God-like figure in the pantheon of my heavenly creatures. And because there’s a sun shining daily, in fair and foul weather, it isn’t hard to remember to reflect his light.
I can do nothing more spiritualizing than that.
The MRI didn’t reveal why my PSA should be a 10 instead of a 5. Even the size of my prostate is only at 45% when a normal enlargement would be about 30%. There are two or three areas of my prostate that rate a scale of 4 out of 5. Taking a biopsy of those areas should settle the argument as to whether there are cancer cells there, and/or whether there are any cancer cells beyond the prostate.
The operation is yet to be scheduled. I’ll keep you informed.
Look, I’m only human. Even though the lyrics are speaking of hairstyles and beards in the United Kingdom in the late 60’s, early 70’s, I can be forgiven for thinking that it was a subtle political statement about the Labour and Conservative parties, considering that the final two lines speak of seeing the new boss, same as the old boss.
Looking at the MSM news this morning, I couldn’t figure out why there were so many posts about Lindsey Graham. Had he done something special? I wondered. Well, it turns out that he had: he died.
This event chart is rectified to Pluto transiting the Aquarius Ascendant. Venus is conjunct the South Node in the sign of Virgo in the 7th House (of Open Enemies), That conjunction represents the apex of a Yod (Finger of God), formed by inconjuncts to the Pluto/Ascendant conjunction and Neptune on its own. Lindsey Graham has always been a enigma in his life, and now is one in his death.
Dying only two days after one’s 71st birthday is quite an achievement. The North/South Node axis (Venus conjunction) of his death chart is aligned to his (randomized) Moon/Ascendant opposition in his birth chart. His time really was up.
That’s all I’m going to say, for now.
“Murdaugh, she wrote” was my alternate title. What I wrote in 2023 was based on my faulty understanding of when Memorial Day is in the States. It comes at the end of May, not July 1st.
I rectified the timing of his birth chart, based on the age her married his wife (Venus), 25. I didn’t expect to see that heavy stellium in the Gemini 7th House (of Open Enemies). Add to the fact that the Moon and Mars are conjunct @ 13° Gemini and you have the makings of a killer. And a liar: Neptune is conjunct a Scorpio Ascendant; Mercury is inconjunct the Ascendant, too; plus Saturn is inconjunct Pluto. We cannot believe anything he says, even under oath.
His new trial for the murder of his wife and son will (hopefully) be the end of the story.
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