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So, the Configuration Formerly Known As Clusterfuck is going on right now. As always, there are forest fires; this time they're in Russia. As usual, there's a child abuse scandal. This time 89 babies were rescued from human traffickers in China.
I don't know if watching Doctor Who last night got me paranoid or what (The Impossible Astronaut, and sequel) but I woke up in the wee hours convinced that something invisible was in the room and watching me. I suppose that's normal for some, but it's not normal for me. I checked, and at the time Luna was exactly square Uranus, the very beginning of the CFKAC. I felt like shit, I don't mind saying. I didn't get up at dawn after all, but I did invoke Jupiter before the Luna-Jupiter sextile had passed. Dawn would have been cool though. I silently did a sun salutation instead and went back to sleep. Lame! If I was really dedicated, I'd wake up at dawn *every* day and engage in prayer of some type.
Also reading blogs by people describing the Nepheshim, or astral shells of the dead, being kept in pots and used as household servants didn't make me feel much better. After I read that I sprinkled the house with van van oil just to deal with my heebie jeebies. I suppose that makes me death-negative. On top of being sex-negative and violence-negative - what a goody two shoes! Since, going by the blogs, sex death and violence are the WHOLE POINT of being a magician, obviously I suck at this. :( Possibly because I'm a girl. :( If I had balls, I'd just love having violent sex with ghosts and the like. :'[ Well, I've boinked demons and one angel - and what did I get for my trouble? Being a creepy freak is overrated. The Shem angels won't let me mess with that stuff, it's that stuff or them, and I like them. So two shoes it is, maybe forever. What I'm saying is, I'm realizing I'm not going to turn into a spiritist any time soon.
And I can't believe I consecrated Wild Lettuce to Jupiter, either. Well, it was a very special conjunction of Jupiter, Luna and Neptune in Aquarius, so I guess that's all right. But Wild Lettuce is DEFINITELY a Saturn plant. Anything that scrawny and bitter and willing to grow out of cracks in the pavement has got to be Saturn's! But at the time, I thought it looked like a mega-dandelion, with micro-flowers that turn into puffballs when they seed out just like dandelions. Dandelions are said by some to be Jupiter plants (the roots are good for the liver). So . . . at least Jupiter was in a Saturn-ruled sign at the time. Well, what *would* a Saturn-Jupiter plant look like? A joshua tree?
I just looked at my solar return for next year - a little over six months to go. See, this year's chart looked violent and dramatic, so I've been laying low. I will continue with the laying low behavior for a while, it seems - next year's chart is quite different, but not better. Pluto conjunct Moon in Capricorn, both square Venus in Aries. If that was a person's chart, I'd totally suspect them of having Nepheshim jars tucked away someplace. A controlling, in-your-face woman who plays dirty and is in it for herself. I really really really hope this is not a person I will have to deal with literally. Why? The love-puppet thing. Gawd. Nawt again. Did you ever see a Chinese movie called Black Magic? Think of the widow, pretty much.
I don't know if watching Doctor Who last night got me paranoid or what (The Impossible Astronaut, and sequel) but I woke up in the wee hours convinced that something invisible was in the room and watching me. I suppose that's normal for some, but it's not normal for me. I checked, and at the time Luna was exactly square Uranus, the very beginning of the CFKAC. I felt like shit, I don't mind saying. I didn't get up at dawn after all, but I did invoke Jupiter before the Luna-Jupiter sextile had passed. Dawn would have been cool though. I silently did a sun salutation instead and went back to sleep. Lame! If I was really dedicated, I'd wake up at dawn *every* day and engage in prayer of some type.
Also reading blogs by people describing the Nepheshim, or astral shells of the dead, being kept in pots and used as household servants didn't make me feel much better. After I read that I sprinkled the house with van van oil just to deal with my heebie jeebies. I suppose that makes me death-negative. On top of being sex-negative and violence-negative - what a goody two shoes! Since, going by the blogs, sex death and violence are the WHOLE POINT of being a magician, obviously I suck at this. :( Possibly because I'm a girl. :( If I had balls, I'd just love having violent sex with ghosts and the like. :'[ Well, I've boinked demons and one angel - and what did I get for my trouble? Being a creepy freak is overrated. The Shem angels won't let me mess with that stuff, it's that stuff or them, and I like them. So two shoes it is, maybe forever. What I'm saying is, I'm realizing I'm not going to turn into a spiritist any time soon.
And I can't believe I consecrated Wild Lettuce to Jupiter, either. Well, it was a very special conjunction of Jupiter, Luna and Neptune in Aquarius, so I guess that's all right. But Wild Lettuce is DEFINITELY a Saturn plant. Anything that scrawny and bitter and willing to grow out of cracks in the pavement has got to be Saturn's! But at the time, I thought it looked like a mega-dandelion, with micro-flowers that turn into puffballs when they seed out just like dandelions. Dandelions are said by some to be Jupiter plants (the roots are good for the liver). So . . . at least Jupiter was in a Saturn-ruled sign at the time. Well, what *would* a Saturn-Jupiter plant look like? A joshua tree?
I just looked at my solar return for next year - a little over six months to go. See, this year's chart looked violent and dramatic, so I've been laying low. I will continue with the laying low behavior for a while, it seems - next year's chart is quite different, but not better. Pluto conjunct Moon in Capricorn, both square Venus in Aries. If that was a person's chart, I'd totally suspect them of having Nepheshim jars tucked away someplace. A controlling, in-your-face woman who plays dirty and is in it for herself. I really really really hope this is not a person I will have to deal with literally. Why? The love-puppet thing. Gawd. Nawt again. Did you ever see a Chinese movie called Black Magic? Think of the widow, pretty much.
