Chiron Square Midheaven

Time Passages says this is exact today, astrodienst that it was yesterday - whichever is right it's horrible and leaves me paralyzed, depressed, furious and unable to act.

A test of endurance, astrodienst calls it, and it is, and I suppose I just have to hang on till the end of April next year, and then I can look forward to Chiron sitting on Mercury again and then moving on to sit on Venus, all the while with progressed Saturn sitting on my natal north node in Cancer in the Third. 

Ah yes, a bright future indeed. 

This transit affects your self-expression, including your creative potential and your sense of well-being. Your physical vitality is also affected, and your attitude to life in general. Issues of outer-directed activity are challenging for you at this time. There may be many painful realizations around the areas of how you assert yourself with other people and what exactly is your place in the world of activity and outward drive and ambition. At this time, you may feel that unconscious drives are more powerful than your overt conscious motivations. You also have a powerful urge to achieve at this time, and you need to get in touch with how to use this energy and what it is that you want to accomplish. You may experience frustration in trying to go your own route, independent of what consensus reality surrounding you may dictate. Old wounds in the area of self-assertion and how you make your way in the world may come up at this time, causing you much suffering as you try to find your true path. It is only by going deep within yourself and trusting the intelligence of your own inner awareness that you can begin to heal these issues inside you, come through this period of chaos and enter a new birth of understanding and trust in your own process.

Mercury Trine Mars

 

Another of those excellent times for impressing someone with my ability and confidence when I see no one (for the third day in a row), speak to no one and am so dispirited and lost I do nothing all day except sit and watch the U.K.version of Law and Order and look at the rain.

If I do speak to anyone today it will be the Walmart driver on the other side of the arroyo calling to tell me he or she can't get across because of rushing water and what should he or she do. 

Then I shall be able to use my ability and confidence and tell him or her to take it all back to Walmart, refrigerate the milk overnight and then bring it all back tomorrow. 

OMG It's Saturn to Natal Part of Fortune in Pisces

Began in April and goes on to - is it January or next April? So astounded when I realized what it was I can't remember. 

And today was Venus to natal Chiron, and natal Chiron being in Virgo I was moved to tackle the pile of genealogy research on the dining room table that's been waiting for me to sort through it for weeks now so I can send it off to my sister in Spain so it doesn't go the local thrift shop when I die.

All things considered, it may as well go there anyway as there's really nothing to be done with any of it, but the point of this is one of the papers in the pile was my father's birth certificate which made me draw up his chart and then add today's transits, and there it was, Saturn at 26 Pisces which jolted me into realizing that I have Saturn sitting right now on my Part of Fortune. Hard work, discipline (hah!) and perseverance, resulting in wonderful and fabulous awards if I make it through. Ah yes. Of course. And a little bit of faith. 

Sun Opposed to Sun

 This was yesterday, Friday. 

No getting around it. INTOXALOCK are as bad as Lifesaver when it comes to contacting them, so in spite of pitiful I'm in great pain emails and attempts at "chats" there was no choice but to drive to Deming with a shoe box full of Lidocaine pain patches and gauze tape and scissors and Tylenol and ibuprofen on the passenger seat. 

A gorgeous day, no traffic, I remembered to be aware of the Chevron station on the way and not go sailing past it, and I kept on the lookout for the dumpster halfway there and stopped and got rid of two bags of trash and three Walmart bags full of other Walmart bags and all the broken down Amazon boxes from the past month, and even though I still can't use Apple Maps and get it to speak when I want it to I made it to Interstate Transmission (?), got calibrated and made it back to Silver unscathed. 

A slight kerfuffle over timing and a bigger kerfuffle over The Device not working properly for the first time and I made it to the Bowling Alley to meet V for a later than I wanted lunch and home again to go straight to bed and collapse.

So today, thanks to a natal Sun/Moon sextile, I get to have a day of inner peace and balance with the Sun trine the Moon. Can hardly wait. 

Mars Trine Mars

 And what might today be going to bring? 

Will I be able to walk, number one, or do I spend the day juggling Ibuprofen and Tylenol Extra-strength until I'm no longer in pain by the middle of the afternoon and then I'm so exhausted I stay in bed for the rest of the day anyway, like yesterday? A rich, full life indeed. 

My call for help at SW Bone and Joint resulted in a prescription for Meloxicam being sent to Walmart, and that will be here by 11 this morning. 

And as far as I can tell I've managed to combine all three of my blogs into this one, so it has posts from 2020 and 2009 all mixed up together. If I tried very hard I might be able to smile. 

11:10 am and I'm back in bed with a stomach full of pills and a Lidocaine patch on my knee waiting for the Meloxicam to arrive. 

2:46 pm  Meloxicam arrived, downed with another keep the pain at bay handful, and I'm beginning to realize how the days go. By about three each afternoon the pain has subsided enough that I don't feel it and I can think about getting out of bed. 

Phew. 

Anhedonia Strikes

Mercury opposed to Mercury and my one real life contact with anyone was with the counter person at the Post Office.

The rest of the time on a gorgeous Autumn day I'm flat on my back in bed feeling miserable and full of despair. With my knee hurting. 

My Blog Has Completely Disappeared

Or not. I have no idea what the name of this blog I'm writing in is, and I have no idea which of my three Google accounts I'm signed into, but in some mysterious Neptunian way I seemed to have just joined a blog from 2020 up to what might be this one -   nearly-everyday-astrology, in 2025.

Sending into the Ether. It's like a message in a bottle.