Mystic advises a Sagittarius who wonders if it’s normal to have such a good Saturn Return. She’s now more mouthy, empowered, and brave in her every day.
I’m a Sagittarius Sun, Virgo Moon, Cancer ascendant. Before Saturn entered and left my sign, I was pretty much a low-key wallflower and when things upset me or people did something wrong, I coped by accepting it and writing through it. Since December 21st, I acquired a mouth overnight and have no problem telling people whether I love or hate them.
This means 1) I made peace with my sister. 2) told this mooch at work to fuq off even though I had previously put up with her crap for the past two years. 3) also felt ok telling this treacherous woman on Facebook to fuq off when she transformed an invite I had made (to someone else in our group) into a venture and then announced my “event” as canceled because she couldn’t come.
This feels empowering, and I don’t want to stop, but I’m surprised by this change in me, and I’m wondering where it comes from.
A The Sagittarius
Saturn Return Is When You Have Enough Experience On the Chronometer To Trust Your Personal Judgment More
SO many suspects beyond Saturn here but okay, let’s hit the Saturn Return first. Saturn Return is a piece of work. It’s the once every 28/29 years return of the Time God to his natal position in your birth chart. See it as being like the Hermit card of the Tarot. Not that you morph into an older man, permanently alone. But that you walk your path, lit by your lamp, aka wisdom. You have enough life on the chronometer to trust your own experience and judgment more.
But the mouthy aspect – the liberating fuq-off moments – they feel more Uranian. And I bet you the rad planet is squaring your Cancer Ascendant. Read Cancer Horoscopes as well as Sagittarius. So your built-up “empath” persona is zapped by Uranus emancipation rays – not that you lose those intuitive powers but that you let any appeasement/please-like-me aspects of it fall away.
Having said that, as I typed the last sentence, I had this vision of a soggy previous-era-luxe raincoat dropping off and giant shiny black bat-dragon wings sprouting out of your back, so maybe this is just Uncle Pluto at work. Nothing like a trip to hell and back to make you simplify and shorten your f-wit/muggle troll management strategies.