A Surreal Venus Square Neptune Trend Indicator

I have an anecdote, an early indicator of Venus Retro and co. In a recent rave about Venus in Gemini, I mentioned the rare triple Venus Neptune square. A reliable amplifier of Mutable temperaments and zany love synchronicity, it’s in play from now until August. The prologue is May 1 till 8th, also known as now.

I was saying the beginning of this would be a lead-trend reveal, our chance to get a take on the Venusian-Neptunian Vibe.

Well, it sure is. When I was writing about Venus square Neptune the other day, I was visualizing my experience of it to be esoteric. How could it not be? Neptune is nearing my Venus in Pisces. I didn’t care about love and the first thing I felt was the Mutability ramp-up.

You know it if you get it: you can’t stand more than the first 45 seconds of any music track. Sometimes you snap out of trance and you realize that you hate the music. Shrieking, you lunge to adjust it and end up making notes about disco. Doing ten things at once is not enough. Weirdness permeates the everyday fabric of your existence.

You know you’re a Mutable sign or style of person when people ask your day went, you tell them and they look fuqing perplexed, blank out and wander away. You’ve created a repetitive loop that can’t parse you. Even if they’re trying to sleep with you, they’ll stay but change the subject to something conventional. Presumably, it’s a neural reset.

So I’ve had this issue with a power distribution company for eight weeks; over-voltage and humming etc. It’s vile. So while the person I had to hire was measuring the harmonics, he found malware in the fridge. He was talking about how the fuqery of the power distribution company destroyed the harmony of the waveform when the meter started shrieking and making a noise like teeth clacking: the malware was behind the electronic board.

That was surreal; while I was in an absurd live chat with the fridge company, the meter man explained that ripple signals sent through the system can corrupt power and that the distorted frequency resonates. I was wondering what it does to psychic powers. Then the meter picked up a bit of radio, static and a woman saying: Diana knew. My first flash was Epstein and Co.

On the spot, I became obsessed with harmonics and the Pythagorean implications, their connections in music, magic, everything. Power companies are allowed to stuff up the harmonic frequency of 5% of houses apparently – they’re probably trying to shut down a portal or something. Was electricity – the pure Sine waveform of it – an elemental being under attack?

The power measuring guy interrupted my reverie: “I’ve asked this other electrical guy to come over next week, they call him the Frequency Guru. He’s an engineer but he’s got all these crazy theories about electromagnetism and the Kabbalah…”

The lights surged as I gazed at the meter man, stunned. The Frequency Guru. Could it be the same guy I’d met in 2007? 2008? He’d come to my then house to do something utterly normal and ended up putting in power devices that mystified every other electrician who saw them.

The house felt like an ancestral space or forest temple. He talked about radiofrequency as a language – quoting Terence McKenna* – and the Celtic Ogham. We talked flat out for ages, on that giddy high you get when you’re connecting with someone in all dimensions.

He eventually left, having offered to personally deliver the invoice the next week. I was delighted as that gave me a chance to fervently spiral up into a higher grooming plateau. He said it would be good to talk some more to me, asked if I was attached, said he wasn’t, flung around some more random thought bolts, and exited.

He never came back, his phone stopped working, he wasn’t online – at least not as ‘him.’ And that was that. He couldn’t even be e-stalked.

The meter man was talking again. “He says he knows you, that you’re really good friends.”

That was the first two hours of Venus square Neptune at my place. I think it’s going to be whack. How about you? Thoughts?

The world is not made of quarks, electromagnetic wave packets, or the thoughts of God. The world is made of language. Language is replicating itself in DNA, which, at the evolutionary apex, is creating societies of civilized beings that possess language and machines that use languages. Earth is a place where language has literally become alive”. – Terence McKenna.

Image: Hans Doller – The Conductor

UPDATE:

I have an update lol! The Frequency Guru turned up, seemingly unaltered – still fascinating and charismatic. The sensual energy between us was still potent as well. However, I’d changed and this turned out to be a classic Venus-Neptune square scenario.

Long story short, he was married and not only that he always had been – but F.G. is the kind of guy who prefers to vibe unmarried, presumably to elicit Qi from females who think he’s a prospective lover and act accordingly.  He’s like a Vibe Vampire/Future Faker who can at least rewire something.

I figured out that he’s one of those men who can hover precariously on the verge of marital separation for decades and that even his own wife may not be aware of it. His desperate torment is only evident when in the presence of someone he would hypothetically have sex with.

And more alarmingly, he’s witty and animated in monologue – not dialogue. Respond to his patter with even the most relevant snippet of information or anything other than silent awe and he powers down.

The former me would have been sorely tempted to sleuth out the wife – sad, I know – but this time? Curiosity flickered for less than a nanosecond before being replaced with vague compassion for the woman and gratitude for F.G. as an original source of inspo.