Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Planet, Saturn? Or as Mark calls it, "The Flaming Shitbrick"


“Once Saturn enters the twelfth house a subtle change occurs within the psyche…the time of dissolution.”

I’m cliff climbing up that rock face, sleeping or waking these days. Struggling to write something witty or even slightly, minimally upbeat. Sorting through my bag of spiritual answers and handy little mantras and folks, I’m coming up empty. Coming up dissolved you might say. I thank you from my heart for your patience – but I don’t see any immediate possibility of a change in weather patterns.

“There are many times the client has said ‘I don’t know who I am’, when Saturn is deep into the twelfth house. This is not to say that other people do not think that they know who one is.”

Which could explain the disorienting sensation that people are talking to someone who is not me. Someone who is occupying my exact location in space.

“The boundless deep of the unconscious is filled with primordial images that arise spontaneously, both while awake and while asleep. Images and sensations creep in, occupying what used to be superfunctional space in the consciousness.”

Well. There we go. Then everything is unfolding as it should. Do not adjust your monitor, there is merely a leak in superfunctional space. A sense of “terror and anxiety” is to be expected.

You see? This is also why, when friends ask me to look at their current transits, I know that they are likely twisting on any one of a hundred hooks like this. And I am plumb out of soothing phrases like "transitional period" and "opportunity for growth." It's the equivalent of telling a woman pregnant with huge triplets that she "will experience some discomfort" during delivery.

I am apt to use phrases like "Flaming Shitbrick" - and really, it's not very professional to do that.

...Once my friend KD dreamed she was sitting in a boat with an angel who was standing, (looming, I assume) at the front. She was trying to shoot it. And she was missing. “At close range,” she told me, in a tone of disgust...

I think I know the feeling.

(Quotes from Saturn in Transit – Erin Sullivan)

6 comments:

beadbabe49 said...

I find that the more I struggle the deeper I get into the shit...so, I'm now working on going with it...accepting that days, weeks, even months can be pretty low functioning (probably the opposite of that superfunctional you mention)...and the world will not end...my friends will not abandon me...my beads will not be taken away from me for not doing something with them today...that kind of stuff!

phlegmfatale said...

go with the flow, I guess - even if the mess is flowing out of a flaming shitbrick. I'm not fighting anything. Just making my little inroads.

You know how when you're swimming in riptides? Well, the worst, most counter-productive thing you can do is swim toward the shore. Instead, you swim along the shore, parallel but making teeny little incursions to it, most gradually - that's how you survive.

I think that's a good analogy for these strange times. But tell us - how LONG is this transition? Weirdness abounds. I love interesting times as much as anyone, but I'm craving a bit of normal right about now.

Anonymous said...

Hang in babe, there's a whole bunch of us up to our eyebrows... email me sometime.

-marko

LJ said...

Hi Phlegmy. We each get these twice in a lifetime, unless you get very very old. It lasts about two and a half years. When in life is determined by your birthtime (which sets the houses)and the transits of Saturn. I survived on in my 30s so I expect I'll survive this too. But it's weird enough.

Hi Marko! Will email you, honey. Hopefully if the water hasn't risen to your eyes, you'll still be able to read.

Dale said...

(o)

mm said...

Saturn. Nobody does it better - the stuff you're writing about I mean. Sorry life is tough, LJ. I think about your Mars taking a hammering .......