
Citronella


It’s been like a merry-go-round in the U.K. these days. This is the seventh Prime Minister in a decade.

Unknown birth time (so, what’s new?) and I have rectified his birth chart to show the age (26) when he married his wife (Venus). Sun/Moon conjunction in Capricorn? Hmm. A Jupiter/Saturn opposition? Hmm, again. This man is a ‘natural’ politician. The double T-square, one part pointing at Uranus (from Sun/Moon opposition to the Cancer Ascendant), and the other pointing at Pluto (from a Venus/Ascendant opposition) show that he will do impulsively dangerous things to get his way. But if the birth time is different to this rectified one, the Ascendant oppositions will disappear, leaving a wide Uranus/Pluto conjunction only, instead. Same effect.
The only inconjunct between Pluto and the Midheaven is also dependent on the correct time. So, I won’t write about that aspect, here.
I chose the title of this post BEFORE I heard Burnham’s speech. Honestly.
Cash Peters flashed an interesting photograph after showing Andy Burnham’s in his YouTube video this morning: it was of Rachel Maddow. Hmm.

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.
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.