An Over-Active Imagination
It’s getting to the point of ridiculous: every time I pluck a name and memory out of the history books, I get a connection to me. Is this Egotism gone mad?
In the case of Phineas Quimby, I find myself face-to-face with (perhaps) the basis of my interest in Hypnotherapy. That makes me want to investigate our astrological connections.
Hmm. Nothing is ‘exact’, but there are some very close aspects which bring to mind a similar trend in thinking. My Mercury is conjunct Quimby’s Mars; my Sun is conjunct his Venus; my Pluto is conjunct his Midheaven; and Quimby’s South Node is about 4° from my Saturn. (Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas, today.)
Quimby’s death chart has a stellium of four planets, two lights and the Midheaven in Capricorn, with his ‘fatal’ Sun, Moon and Midheaven conjunct my Mercury @ 24°. And our North/South Nodes are reversed, with my Midheaven being ‘influenced’ by (and in opposition to) his ‘fatal’ Neptune @ 8° Aries. And, most conclusively, our positions of Uranus are (almost) exactly conjunct @ 1° Cancer. Even my natal Moon gets in on the act with Quimby’s ‘fatal’ Saturn in Scorpio. (You cannot make this shit up…)
If I were a betting man, I’d probably place a huge wager that even though sooo many lives are overlapping, my Oversoul has wanted to ensure that I get to play many roles in this story. Even though this makes me look like some kind of fabulist, I must explain that this is not my intention. I come back to the same truth, time and time again: we are One.