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Big T-square, stupid minutiae: a first step into writing about the Saturn-Pluto-Uranus T-square

April 5, 2010

So as usual, life is getting in the way of my blogging, and it’s not going to stop. Astrologically, Pluto is going retrograde again on Tuesday (nooooooo) and Saturn regressing back into Virgo on Wednesday (yessssss). In life, I have a shit ton of work to do (I’m doing even more intensive work in the lab now, I’m starting GRE prep and sooner than I am probably ready to admit it’ll be time to write to schools with, “Dear Sir or Madam, Please send me the appropriate application materials for your PhD program…”), and also I have been doing a lot of hanging out, like with friends, crazily enough. (At this time last year I was in Los Angeles working. I didn’t even know when my next bathroom break would be, let alone remember that I had friendsĀ I could hang out with.) But I realized I’d better hurry up and blog again because, you know, I don’t think I’ve written about the imminent giant T-square yet, and I DO have thoughts on it. (SHOCKER.) To help illustrate my giant read on it in a way that is a little more manageable, let me treat you to a slice of my life.

As is probably the case at most schools, the one I am attending right now is woefully understocked when it comes to computer labs. When you go into the library to wait for a computer, you had better have something else to do while you wait, because you will be waiting a LONG time. You’ll sit there and read for another class, delete some text messages, eat your package of Oreo Cakesters- and of course, glance around at the students who were lucky enough to have found computers before you. Two people, at most three, are actually doing work. The girl who is always watching episodes of Chuck and screaming laughing, oblivious to the fact that she’s in a library, is there doing her thing. Everyone else is playing Farmville. Minutes go by. More people show up, waiting. Half an hour goes by. Still more people join the line. You close your eyes. You open your eyes, and you find you are covered with a thin film of cobwebs. You look around. It appears that everyone has been waiting for about five decades, and there are still no available computers. You stretch a little, retouch your lipstick. Finally, one of the Farmville addicts gets up, leaving a computer free- but does the next person on line actually take it? Of course not. Even though it has been nearly half a century and you have all considerably aged and atrophied, instead of jumping up and running to the next available computer like it’s a mirage in the desert, the next person and the one directly after her (because it is always inevitably girls who do this, but that’s a whole other blog post) look at each other and have the following exchange: “You take it.” “Oh no, you take it.” “No, no, you were here before me.” “No, I think you were here before me, go ahead.” “Are you sure? You should go.” “No, no, you look like you have a lot to do.” “Well- oh, but I couldn’t, you take it.” This is usually the point at which, if you’re me, you scream, “OH MY GOD FOR FUCK’S SAKE” and I get up and I take the computer that they’re hemming and hawing over, even if it’s not actually my turn for about four more people. Not because I’m selfish or inconsiderate, just because I want them to stop. And so does everyone else, because never once have I gotten into a full-on confrontation with anyone when I’ve done this. The computer is occupied. They snoozed, they lost. Order is restored.

Sort of like the imminent T-square, no?

Everyone seems to like Saturn in Libra, but I have misgivings about Saturn in Libra, especially since it’s been retrograde. On the upside, by itself, Saturn in Libra is exalted: it’s all about fairness, balance in relationships, everyone getting exactly what is coming to them- and when Saturn is retrograde, in order to get all the fruits of being exalted in Libra, you’ve really got to take apart the whole thing and rebuild, which is sometimes the only way to fix something for good. BY ITSELF. Saturn in Libra right now is not by itself, though. Saturn in Libra is squared by Pluto in Capricorn, which carries more serious and fated implications. With Pluto as the backdrop, Saturn in Libra to me feels… trivialized somehow, more like two girls going back and forth over a computer they’re both waiting for. “You take it.” “Oh no, you take it.” When Saturn was in Virgo, I feel like even when people I spoke to were unsure about what to do next, they thought things through in a practical way and took small steps that ultimately ended with a concrete plan for the future, if not an actual materialized outcome. But with Saturn in Libra, the same vacillating over the computer happens, except in a much more dangerous way. Pluto in Capricorn relates to enormous shifts in authority and in power struggles; squaring Saturn in Libra, in people’s personal lives and in the news alike, you see a lot of, “You decide what to do.” “No, you.” “No, you, I don’t know what to do.” “I don’t know what to do either.” “So let’s ask someone else.” “But we’d be bothering them.” “So what do we do?” “I don’t know.”

I find this aspect of Libran thinking dangerous. It’s dangerous in this context because Pluto just does not have time for that kind of diplomacy. That’s part of why, I believe, the Saturn-Pluto square feels so incredibly heavy, and why for my part I’m a little relieved that Saturn will make one last dip into Virgo for a bit. Our attempts to structure and restructure elements of our lives (Saturn) through sweetness and light and niceness and fairness (Libra) can be ripped apart at any second by things that are completely out of our control (Pluto). If we waited too long to make a decision for fear of hurting someone else’s feelings, we’ll all be left particularly vulnerable in the wake of Pluto because we will literally have nothing to work with. We were too busy making sure that everyone else was okay.

I was initially very nervous about the imminent T-square, as I’m sure a lot of people are. On the downside, explosive shit could happen. Literally explosive. But thinking about it again, I actually feel somewhat more excited about Uranus entering Aries and locking in the T-square, because it is such a different energy than the Saturn-Pluto square on its own. If Pluto is inevitable transformation, Uranus in Aries is a swift, original, dynamic change. It’s someone deciding that it doesn’t matter whose turn it is- someone is going to have their needs met, and the computer is going to get used. (Or deciding that it would be far less frustrating to bring one’s own computer from now on, which is what I’ve ended up doing for the past several weeks.) Either way, something actually happens- even if choices people make as a result of Uranus in Aries are not necessarily the smartest choices, at least they’ll be pushed out of the impasse of the Saturn-Pluto square and on their way to something else.

There are a million astrological things I could chalk this up to, but in the last few years I’ve found myself getting increasingly impatient, and not just over things like kids being stupid in the computer lab or my colleagues in the neuropsych lab trying to decide what to have for lunch (oh my God, do not even get me started on trying to decide what to have for lunch). If life were the imminent giant T-square all the time (and thank Christ it is not), more often than not I would be the Uranus in Aries factor. I often end up claiming the final say in what’s supposed to be a mutual or group decision if we can’t arrive at it fast enough. I push and shove. I frequently find myself chanting, “DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” when someone asks my advice on a decision they’re ambivalent about. But although I may come across as a little brusque, I’m not impulsive or reckless, or even (believe it or not) rude or inconsiderate. I’m expedient.

And I like being expedient, for myself and in situations that require a consensus, because if I wasn’t just deciding flat-out what we were having for lunch or pushing and shoving or chanting, “DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” do you know what I’d be doing instead? I’d be chronically worrying about being indecisive and whether I’m really doing the right thing. And lest we forget, I have a Moon on my Ascendant opposing Uranus, both of which make a T-square to the Sun. When I say chronically worrying, I mean chronically worrying. Like I could give both Morrissey and Woody Allen lessons. I have worried over whether I should have ordered something else at a restaurant two days prior. I have worried over whether a point I was trying to make in an essay came across just right even after it’s already been graded. I’m using all kinds of stupid little examples to illustrate a pretty gigantic planetary interaction, but really, they’re not so stupid. When people get used to chronically worrying and hemming and hawing in this Saturn in Libra way over stupid little things, the big things that Pluto brings feel that much worse. (Little hassles add up to major stress. Richard Lazarus. Google it.) In this way, when they realize how destructive that can be, they welcome the Uranus in Aries energy, the ability to just make a decision without having to second-guess themselves for the sake of others around them. At least when Pluto hits, they’ll know very clearly where they stand in all of it.

I think what scares people the most about having to act Uranian instead of Saturnian, but especially when Aries-Libra is involved, is the idea of upsetting things or breaking things. It’s more than just hurting peoples’ feelings, as I described above. It’s this idea that everyone else is secretly so fragile that making a proactive decision for oneself will really psychically annihilate them somehow. For God’s sake, no. If you want to make an omelette you have to break a few eggs. If you need a computer and no one else is getting up to take their turn, then you are totally within your right to cut ahead of them. And better you do it and get what you need done before something Plutonian happens, like a power outage, and all of you are shit out of luck. If this doesn’t happen, the worst thing is that the people on line with you will just have to wait a little bit longer. They will get over it. (Unless you are actually logging on to play Farmville.)

I think proactivity and accountability are going to become much larger issues to be contended with in the coming months than maybe they’ve been in a long time. But I think there is potential to find balance among all the forces involved in the T-square- if not collectively right away, then definitely personally, to figure out where we are conceding too much not only to other people, but to forces beyond our control, at the expense of the expression of our own needs.

I know where it’s affecting me, and I’m sure I’ll be writing about it a lot more upcoming, especially while Saturn goes back into Virgo, for extra analytic power. Where is it affecting you, and what do you plan to do about it? Specifically, how will you mitigate your apologist tendencies with making sure you’re doing right by yourself?

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Let’s Scare Lucy to Death: a sudden insight into my dark Plutonian 5th and 6th Houses

October 6, 2009

It’s been a little while since I blogged, and I didn’t want to lose my touch, so I thought I’d come back. The time has mostly been spent studying for exams (and acing exams- A+ on the first big biopsych test!) and weathering out some more stressful home and health situations that again played out beautifully in an astrological sense but not so much in the true sense (Saturn-Uranus opposition, I’m looking at you). I’ve found that for the most part if I just do what Stephanie Gailing tells me to do, I should be okay. And I’m realizing now more than ever that I kind of really need her advice. (I shall explain.)

I feel like there are certain elements of my natal chart that I understand forwards and backwards, but there have always been a couple of things that elude me a little- namely my 5th and 6th Houses. The 5th and 6th Houses, naturally ruled by Leo and Virgo, in certain respects seem to be polar opposites. Leo is self-serving; Virgo is all about service to others. The 5th House is play; the 6th House is work. The Leo 5th House is sex, and the Virgo 6th House is condoms and dental dams and baby wipes. The natural Leo 5th House and natural Virgo 6th House, mind you. But of course, mine can’t be simple that way. My natal 5th House begins in Virgo and contains asteroid Lilith in Libra (which is intercepted) and Pluto in Scorpio. My natal 6 House begins in Scorpio and contains Mars and Saturn in Scorpio, as well as Uranus in Sagittarius.

I’ve been pretty stumped about the 5th House, because all most cookbooks have told me is that I’ll probably never be able to have children. (So if anyone else wants to shed light, knock yourself out. It’s too dark in there.) I was given some vague insight into my 6th House around age eighteen, when my boyfriend-at-the-time joined a cult group of shamans and Jim Jones the leader of the group said that having Mars, Saturn and Pluto, the most highly concentrated masculine planetary energies, in Scorpio implied that in a past life I had been some kind of all-powerful warlock who was forced to hide my craft for fear of being persecuted. He said that was why, in this life, I seemed to be resentful of the cult’s group’s practice and how much closer to enlightenment they were than I would allow myself to be. (Actually, I was concerned that my boyfriend-at-the-time would suddenly break out in a roaring “OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM” when we were in public, was now unable to do anything without calculating the mystical numbers of everything he touched and constantly carried around this giant glass walking stick because it had “exactly 72 spirals,” and had started to demand that I visualize a blue triangle with an eye in the center while we had sex. No, I’m totally not exaggerating.) Then he offered me some Kool-Aid. Good times.

Somehow, I have this hunch that being a formerly all-powerful warlock is not all there is to it, as much as I love The Craft. But it wasn’t until over this weekend that I finally figured out what it could actually mean in a way that’s relevant. Two nights ago I watched this Korean horror film called A Tale of Two Sisters. This has become something I frequently do, as I’m sure regular readers have gathered by now- I will watch one or more horror films just before I intend to retire for the night, and regardless of how scary they are in reality, due to my overactive imagination they become ten thousand times scarier as I continue thinking about them. Obviously, I’m most often alone at that hour of the night, but even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t trust another person to make me feel less afraid- the last time I slept in a bed with someone else right after watching a horror movie, she spent a good part of the night waiting until I was almost asleep only to make that “CH-CH-CH-AHH-AHH-AHH” sound from Friday the 13th. So alone, I’ll spend the next several hours (or hell, the rest of the night if it was scary enough) watching episodes of The Muppet Show or The Office and not actually feel ready to go to bed until the sun has risen. Which is what happened two nights ago- A Tale of Two Sisters is more than scary enough, and in fact, I waited until about eight a.m. to actually fall asleep because one of the most frightening scenes in the entire film takes place at exactly dawn. Needless to say, I felt pretty rough when I finally staggered out of bed around 12:45 p.m. (One reason among many that I was so grateful to be working freelance.)

When people hear that this is a regular occurrence- nay, practically a ritual, they’re always like, “Why do you do this to yourself? If you’re so scared of these movies, why do you watch them? It’s not good to stay up all night!” (STOP THE PRESSES!) Well, it occurred to me yesterday morning (afternoon, whatever) that there are several reasons why I do this to myself, chiefly:

1) I have Mars and Saturn conjunct in Scorpio in my 6th House. Mars and Saturn are the two dichotomies of pushing yourself, and when they’re together, what you end up with is this jerky kind of stop-start energy that gradually gathers momentum but will eventually run you down. And while I mostly tend to think that Scorpio gets a bad rap, seeing how it plays out in my 6th House, as far as my health and my daily routines are concerned, I can totally grok the sadomasochistic, obsessive, destructive side of it. Even as I’m becoming healthier in certain areas, such as body image, my relationship with food, thinking less about aesthetics and more about my actual health, there is definitely a pervasive Scorpionic aspect of wanting to see just how far I can push myself until I literally burn out. Working in television, what with the occupational hazards of constant traveling and 14-20-hour days and minimum of five Diet Cokes a day and (secondhand) chain-smoking and practically medicinal drinking that occurred after hours, was a fortunate outlet for that impulse. Now that I’m not doing that anymore, I have no excuse- but maybe I miss it. Stranger things have happened.

2) I watch horror movies even though they terrify me because I have Pluto and Lilith in my 5th House. On some level, I must really love being scared. My former roommate (a double-Capricorn and equally avid horror-and-exploitation buff) and I once had a conversation about how even as the current quality of films is declining on the whole, the horror genre has not exactly suffered as much, because in a sense it’s the purest genre, and the most truthful. It’s the easiest with which to identify. Not everyone finds love eventually, not everyone thinks that all the same things are funny, not everyone has the intelligence to understand that a movie based on an actual event is not necessarily historical truth- but everyone- everyone- gets scared. And even if you’re not literally scared of what is actually being portrayed in any given horror film, it still probably has some latent content that’s relevant to everyone subconsciously. That’s where my former roommate and I differed; in typical Capricorn fashion, he insisted that I read too closely into things. But I’m not looking for these things, per se- that’s what I experience when I watch these films. I’ve been interested in horror films academically since college, but I notice that my interest has especially peaked since my attack last year; perhaps it’s a further attempt to make sense of feeling abjectly terrified, and to find an outlet for the frustration I feel at expectations of certain behavior I’m supposed to have in order to somehow not be victimized. In a similar fashion, taking into account that the 5th House deals with “children of the body and children of the mind” and my own little addendum, “inner children frozen in time in the damaged psyche,” it could also be a less literal (and ultimately less anxiety-inducing) way of driving home the reality that I am actually an adult now, and if I don’t start to make more responsible decisions, adulthood will be full of fear. I was never allowed to watch these kinds of films as a child. My (Taurus) parents understood that I was super-sensitive, but they kind of took it to an extreme and in a lot of ways treated me like I was in a glass box. And even though I’ve been independent and I’m very accomplished, there are a lot of times when I still do feel like I’m in a glass box, and I’m looking at other adults from inside and wondering about being grown-up, as if I were still a child. Somehow if I can scare myself shitless, I’ll be able to catch up realizing something about adulthood that maybe I should have been better prepared for a long time ago.

When I’d finally shaken myself conscious, I went to a yoga class that afternoon. I’ve started yoga again and it’s making a gigantic difference in my stress levels, even when things are still pretty stress-y. The theme of the class was about balance, and somewhere in my practice it occurred to me that my 5th-6th House confusion also requires balance. With Pluto dignified in the 5th and Scorpio ruling the 6th, I can understand now why I would be conflating super-serious psychological work I have to do in the form of a really stupid-seeming pastime with physically pummeling myself in the form of too little sleep and an erratic diet. I think- no, I KNOW that despite Scorpio, it is possible to face deep darkness without totally destroying oneself, and that being kind to my body will not decrease my capacity for catharsis or my appreciation of Dario Argento. Not to mention that in several weeks, transiting Ceres is going to enter Scorpio and then my 6th House- at which point I will probably have no choice but to start pruning away more of the destructive behaviors so I can actually feel ready to take better care of myself.

With that in mind, I am going to actually go to bed now. I have a feeling I’m going to be mining through this one for quite some time. But somehow, it seems less scary now than, for instance, A Tale of Two Sisters.

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Psycho love, drunk dials, and slasher movies: when Mars and Uranus attack

April 12, 2009

It has been a long time since I last posted, which I realize isn’t going to fly most of the time. The last week has been truly Piscean in all ways possible: I returned home to New York from Los Angeles on Wednesday morning (after having been in four more cities prior), I have spent nearly all of that time asleep or drunk, and I have barely gotten out of my gray slip, to the point of building other outfits around it for when I HAD to go out. I didn’t realize how sleep-deprived I had actually been until I woke up and realized I’d missed the Full Moon, i.e. all of Thursday and most of Friday. (Which, in Libra, may have been a close call, but maybe not, for reasons you’ll find out below.)

Friday night was a wrap party for another show I worked on earlier this year, and I wasn’t even going to go until someone reminded me that it was karaoke and open bar. I am glad I went, because I had a really good time during the part I remember. Usually I’m a complete lightweight who stops at one and a half drinks (known affectionately as “Nurse Lucy” to my friends), but I know for a fact that I drank WAY more than that. I remember eating a lot of mediocre sushi, I remember singing “Sweet Child O’Mine” and being told I had a great voice (by someone who was also undoubtedly very drunk), and I vaguely remember singing something else but having someone whisper back-up vocals to me while holding me up. Then somehow I was in a cab, and I came home. And that’s all I consciously remember.

Of course, since I’m only an occasional total alcoholic, in the morning or afternoon or whenever it was that I woke up, I had to make sure that I hadn’t done anything stupid. All my belongings were intact. All my clothing was intact. The only telltale signs of anything being slightly off were that my knees were all bruised, for some reason Netflix reported that I had watched an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents called “The Older Sister,” and my phone reported that around one in the morning I had called the man who recently dumped me. Wha-at?!

Now mind you, with the exception of one e-mail exchange a month after the break-up, with the promise of further communication after he’s less busy, we’ve had no other contact. And it says the call was only thirty-three seconds long. So I figure that possibly 1) he didn’t answer, 2) he hung up, or 3) I called him with my ass by accident, as I am sometimes prone to do when my phone is in a pocket or garter belt. An honest mistake. I think? I’m not sure. Mars and Uranus are both conjunct my natal Mercury right now- had I paid attention to that, I probably wouldn’t have even brought a phone out. (Then again, had I known how drunk I would get, I probably would have eaten an actual dinner first too.) But the fact of the matter is that the call is complete and total news to me- which means that I am NOT some kind of Glenn Close freak- and he hasn’t acknowledged it or me in any way- which means that at best he didn’t even notice. Or at worst, won’t ever talk to me again. Which would be bad, because I am still kind of a little obsessed with him, in the most innocuous non-bunny-boiling way possible.

When you’re me, and your disposition is more Victorian than anything, prone to blushing excessively when embarrassed and crying at the slightest provocation, and you have a natal T-square of Mars, Venus and Chiron, and Pluto is your final dispositor, not to mention transiting Neptune and Chiron on your natal Venus, it does not bode well for your coping skills in the wake of failed relationships. My most recent counter-intuitive strategy has been to watch a lot of slasher movies. Like more than I usually watch. As crazy as it sounds (but this is what Pluto does to you), I can almost sort of understand why the killers need to kill and possess their victims in the way they do. Ultimately all they want is unconditional love and acceptance, which they were deprived of in childhood, so they try to create it with trophies and relics from their murders. It’s actually really sad, when you think about it.

But what I remind myself just as I start to worry that I am truly psychotic and capable of murder is that the killers in films don’t truly know what it means to love- they see their victims as disposable objects. They don’t have any regard for their victims’ feelings or needs, which is why they can just as easily “love” a piece of their victim’s liver or their severed head as they can the whole live person- sometimes more, even. Eventually, we all have to come to terms with the fact that someone we love just may not love us back, and move on. And yeah, it’s painful as shit, but if we can’t do it, we are crazy. If we truly loved them to begin with, we would not be dictating their emotions, assuming that they always felt the same way about us.

So in sum, if he wants to contact me again, he will. I have every reason to believe that he will, but if he doesn’t, I can’t make him. The least I can do is stop imagining how the conversation will go, and stop beating myself up over how I’m imagining he feels, because I don’t know, and I can’t know until he tells me. In the meantime, I have only my feelings for him, which I must make sense of regardless, and which I must point out do not include anything you would find in a B-grade slasher movie.

In the meantime, I think I’m done drinking for a good long while. I more than got it out of my system, I think.