Things are good, business is booming, people are terrific. Or, depending when you catch me: "It's an outrage! Why won't things go my way? God! Venus/Schmenus, Eclipse/eSchlipse, WhateverTF is going on up there, I want the stars to line up andput out! What is it with this process of "growth"? It feels more like death, God. WhoeverTF You Are."
Yesterday I had my first real astrology reading––at least "real" according to my new English astrologer. Kind of mindblowing and also kind of annoying––she confirmed that I'm in a Death-and-Dissolution phase, as though I needed anyone to tell me. But the interesting thing was that she didn't need my birth time. We Brits are very practical and don't bother with such details as hour and minute of birth––at least we didn't back then whatever-years ago when I was delivered by a Jamaican midwife, at home in London.