My friend Astrid and I were planning to get together recently when she called to say she couldn’t leave the house.
Astrid is a strong believer in the efficacy of the Astral Plane as an indicator of future events. She had just found out Saturn was entering her seventh house signaling Saturday, our planned meeting day, an inauspicious time to socialize. Better, she said, not to tempt fate.
I thought about this for a while. It all sounded pretty new-agie to me, but I decided to give Astrid the benefit of the doubt and found my birth chart on-line.
As you might imagine determining the exact time and date of my extrusion wasn’t easy. The year was printed on the bottom of my left shoe; I consulted my keeper as to purchase date, estimated delivery time and took into account the slight flaw on my shoulder as an indicator of a rush job probably done shortly before the end of workday.
Anyway, my chart indicated among other things the moon was in Aquarius just passing into my eighth house. What this suggested was my head was full of original ideas but that I would have the tendency to be selfish and blunt.
Being the skeptic I am I called Pearl. We went out and had quite a good time. I thought I was quite a pleasant companion until Pearl told me she hadn’t noticed the smear on my shoulder before. I responded by telling her she wasn’t exactly Miss America herself.
Pearl just shrugged off the comment but it definitely got me thinking: I wonder what will happen when the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter aligns with Mars? Will peace guide the planets and love steer the stars?