You reach a certain age and you begin to beg off more stuff finding its way into your home. It doesn’t matter: Presents, collector’s rarities, gewgaws, giveaways, Chinese effluvia (burp!) — all of it, no more of it, please dear God Almighty — take it away.
Suddenly space becomes a commodity you’ll fight for.
As a footnote consider this recent factoid: The average home has over 3oo thousand items in it. And somehow your brain has to manage and try to recall where all of that shit is located.
Given the ongoing Saturn Pluto conjunction that defines our cultural moment, this quest for space is a necessity. Our mental health depends on it. Why?
The astrological Saturn is aligned with our efforts to establish and accrue — and Pluto, well, as I make clear in my new report, Pluto equates with a void, an absence, a ‘nothingness’ that honors the no-thing-ness of life.
So this Christmas it’s all about what you’re not getting. Amen.
With all of this in mind, there are select items or experiences that you can still partake of without feeling like you’re accruing more stuff. I mean, we still need clothing, especially if that clothing can also help clothe people who don’t have clothing.
And as astrologers — novice or professional, — we thrive on insights that support our cosmic quest. Music is always good and it’s pretty much invisible, and an astrology-based session can touch multiple parts of your life in ways that will amaze you.
Anyway, enough babbling. Enjoy these suggestions and a Merry Christmas to each of you!
Human beings give undo importance to the question: What do you do? Americans, especially, seem fixated on the question. As a Cancer-ruled nation (the zodiac sign, not the disease), how we make money, consume and survive fascinates everyone. Nothing wrong with fascination, except for how mechanical the question eventually becomes.
The inquisitiveness with ‘what you do?’ is amplified in a bustling gathering like a party, where there might be lots of unfamiliar folks milling about the watering hole. The animal in us wants to feel secure, so an answer to the vocation question telegraphs relief, helps us orient and relax. “I’m a clerk. Oh, and you’re a nurse. Cool.” Our cards are on the table. As if our job comprises the entirety of what we’re about as a person. In the early 70s, counterculture party peeps, still high on the dawning Aquarian Age, devised a much more interesting question: “What sign are you?” I miss that question, and I’m all for restoring the quirkiness of that social strategy.
I attended a party last night where the notion of small talk wasn’t appealing — I mean, if I’d a choice between banality and watching The Real Housewives of Hoboken, I’d probably have stayed home and watched the harridans go at it. What can I say? I have a Scorpio Moon with Pluto on the ascendant, sometimes my intensity and aversion to the static of chitchat gets the best of me. During a party I can usually toggle over to Venus and let her Gemini-informed esprit take over, but last night Pluto’s Darkman archetype set the conversational tone. Too, a couple of gin and tonics had lubricated things up enough that I became daring and announced to everyone I met, right out of the gate, that I was an astrologer. Usually, I don’t.
Today I’m talking about one of the most magnificent events in our lifetimes, the January 2020 stellium in Capricorn.
I’m also recommending a book in this video; always at the top of my syllabus for my students: Dane Rudhyar‘s Astrological Signs: The Pulse of Life.
It’s so close the date is floating before your eyes, a numerical symbol of hope. January 1 2020. A clean slate, unsullied by time. And your desire to kill-off 2019 feels savage. Who can blame you?
But, wait a minute.
Just weeks after the New Year commences we drop straight into one of astrology’s most peculiar alignments. The January 12 conjunction of Saturn and Pluto in Capricorn.
The last time these two planets converged in Capricorn was in 1518, when Martin Luther unleashed the Protestant Reformation, a movement that altered Christianity throughout Europe.
And so, yes, conjunctions of this magnitude are major, confirming the feeling that we’re living through unprecedented times. In fact, the full overture for the Saturn Pluto alignment has sounded throughout 2019. And once exact, in January, will color not only 2020 but the new decade as well.
Personal questions loom: “What will emerge in my life as the old order collapses? A phoenix from the rubble? Or just another squawk from the cuckoo clock?” Let’s find out.
Until January 15th of the new year, I’m offering a 20% discount on my regularly priced sessions.
This special holiday discount is available to new friends and my regular clients. The offer includes:
• A 50-minute inquiry session. Normally priced at $125.00.
• A free copy of my new private e-report, The Saturn Pluto Conjunction and the Remains of the Day. (To be sent to recipients in late December.) A $4.99 value.
• Plus, in the spirit of baby Jesus’ birth, I’m waiving the regular $3.00 processing fee for booking your session.
• This $99.00 special would normally cost $133.00.
I have limited consultation spots open, so hold your space now. Or better yet, book for yourself and for a friend or family member. An astrological session makes for a really memorable gift.
Your payment is immediate and totally secure with my processor.
I’ll talk to you soon in 2020!
One of the last truly great images of Hollywood glam-o-rama is Terry O’Neill‘s shot of Faye Dunaway, post-dawn, lolling at the Beverly Hills Hotel’s pool, after winning an Oscar for Network.
Obviously, no one went to bed the night prior.
O’Neill’s ebulient, future-leaning Leo take:
“I always wanted to capture what it felt like the next day… I wanted to capture the moment it all sinks in, that your asking price has just skyrocketed and you can have any role in the world. I wanted to capture the morning after.”
Dunaway’s, melancholic, shadowy Capricorn take:
“In Terry’s picture, success is a solitary place to be…in my life, it has been the same … One of Terry’s favorite films is Sweet Smell of Success. Like the film, what Terry managed to capture in the shot was the emptiness of it all.”