Since just before Xmas, the Nodes have been squared by Pluto and Uranus has been ON the South Node. Super-karmic, ultra weird and fateful encounters/deep life revamping are taking place as you read this. Maybe behind the scenes. Mercury IS still Retrograde. See your Scopes for more, obviously AND grok this excellent communique re just one such WOW encounter, sent to me by subscriber Sea Goatess.
Dear Mystic & Fellow Psuedo-Intellectual Astro Bitches,
Brace yourself for a cliched tale of vaginal feng shui glory !!
Having Venus-Uranus on the south node natally means that everyone I meet is very possibly a past-life fuq. I fuq the past but boy it fuqs BACK! Hard. This hot and heavy dharma has hardened me up like a mofo, but sometimes I think I’ve become so detached that nothing can surprise me or delight me any more except for what I create myself. Which is ultimately the truth anyway, right?
Not eight days after I feng shui-ed my life (surplus possessions and other assorted bullshit hauled to the rubbish skip) and feng shui-ed my vagina a la Denise Linn and the Secret Ceres, all it takes is for Uranus and Pluto stir up the nodes and I end up on a airplane, on my birthday, being shifted into a particular window seat at the last minute, next to a certain person who only found himself on that plane because he’d missed his connection in Abu Dhabi by ten minutes. Sadly I always cringe at being seated next to men because far too often menfolk at such close quarters find it necessary to either hit on me outright or start mentally undressing me in a way that I can just FEEL at that close a distance, and there’s no exit. Not all men, to be 100% clear. But I’m wary. And this day I wasn’t in the mood for taking such a risk.
But then mister middle seat with shoulders that came a half-foot over the arm rest opened his mouth and my annoyance quickly lifted.
Maybe it’s his natal Jupiter on my natal south node and Venus/Uranus. Or that this trines his Mars on my ascendent. Or that all this trines his sun in Aries (what’s hotter than a double Aries with Mars in Leo, forming a grand trine with Jupiter/Sun in the fire signs? Maybe one with Taurus rising, perhaps? What a creature. All horns and head, as he describes himself. And he doesn’t even “know” anything about astrology.)
Or is it that his Venus trines my Mars, and my Mars trines his Venus right back?
It could be that his Mercury is conjunct my Moon in Pisces in the 8th? Or his Venus in my 7th house? Or our Fortunas being conjunct? Or his MC conjunct my ascendent?
Who knows what it is, but right now I’m more than usually in awe of life, magic, the universe, space and time right now.
Of course I didn’t need to look at our charts to realise quickly that I had in fact FELT THIS COMING.
Chart be damned, in the flesh he exceeds all my ideas of what I thought it was possible for a man to be. Insert of cliches of instant true love, respect and adoration here.
And he’s only 11 years younger.
All things are possible in an infinite universe, right?
Hopefully this tale of Feng Shui majesty will cheer you immensely Mystic!
And hopefully I can breathe through it: it’s like a protracted soulgasm across all of time and space that requires tantra, tantra, tantra to sustain.
Now I’ve got that off my chest, it’s time to go mediate! I am nothing without my routine, and loving boundaries will steer me through this, tempted as I am to dissolve into a puddle of lust.
Like the bumper sticker says, MAGIC IS REAL.
Here’s to an amazing week!
xxxThe SEA GOATESS
Image: Yohey Horishita