Venus Retrograde and the Meteorites is a strange story. Venus is already in the shadow of her Retrograde through Scorpio and the late degrees of Libra. It is not, as you may recall, a rad time for beauty-style moves that would be hard to change back. But it works wondrously for morphing various aspects of your grooming regime. Not only that, but such steps may have subliminal significance. Here is my example. It does include a brand name, but this is not an endorsement. As always, the site has no promo-links, affiliates or ads.
Years ago, in that hot-zone of the 18 to 24 years old life phase, I got mixed up with a man who could be called, at best, extremely sleazy. The relationship ended when I fled a sunlit dappled house in a swank suburb and made straight for the police station. For the Anti-Fragility and year of survival-hormone activation, I would like to thank Uncle Pluto.
Weirdly, though the memory of the Lower Pluto guy has thankfully faded over subsequent years, I always remember I left a cosmetic purse there. Given the scenario, the loss of that little bag was an odd thing to regret, but it was an era when I was obsessed with makeup.
The Memory Of The Lower Pluto Guy Thankfully Faded
The only particular item I remember was Guerlain Meteorites powder. It was a considerable expense for me at the time and came in these cute little-colored pastel balls. I loved that stuff; the packaging, the violet soapy smell, that I fancied it was from actual meteors and the ritual of dusting it on my face.
So, even though my modern taste has swung organic, herbal and low-key, the moment Venus moved into the shadow-zone the other day, I woke up after a weird dream and went straight out to buy Meteorites powder. The sales assistant was kind and she reminded me of my Scorpio grandmother, which seemed fitting. In the time since I left my original Meteorites at the house of the Sleazy Guy, they redesigned the product. It now has a Flower of Venus design on the container.
And so ever since Venus Retrograde in Scorpio, I have been dusting on the Meteorites in the morning, as a thanksgiving, a Still I Rise style of affirmation and a little prayer for those who did not make it through their hot zone.
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