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Ben came over with his latest "project". A young singer from Kentucky he's using to impress himself that he's still in the groove albeit through the other as his agent/nemesis. It's Ben's second Saturn Return blowing away his mid-life crisis without permission. Life's like that. A bitch, and then you get old and die. No blame.
That's not just another way of saying it as opposed to walking it off, but a manner of discarding the dead past with disdain as utterly useless. The ballast/baggage of self-worth that's outstayed it's welcome has to be tossed overboard in order for the remaining hot air to lift our balloon to climb higher until we can find a flat, unrocky place to have a soft landing.
Astrology is one of many systems for saying proven things extemporaneously as if in their own time, and by using the trusted, time-tested expressions and words that capture the specific moment, the entire bundle can pass unquestioned like getting for you wholesale.
Who-you-think-you-are-to-yourself means something pretty valuable to most people. It's kind of like in some impressionable moment in the past somebody they admired told them that if they don't think they're important their own self, who will? Sadly, one's need to feel important can become addictive with a need for more flattery as the proviso for their inflated, highly self-esteemed company. The down side can be a mofo.
Perhaps it's not so much self-worth that's the villain as much as one's need to think well of one's current persona. Creating a believable persona that can be like money in the bank takes time and energy beyond the day job. Its said to take dedication as well. Something extra to go the distance. It's an investment, and either it pays off or it don't.
In my youth I saw this cycle of investing one's time and energy into making oneself into an enviable person as a death trap. I thought people who lived this way were hypocrites, and that if I gave their ideals value and arranged to emulate and mimick them successfully I would BE a hypocrite too. I couldn't be-ar the thought of it.
Oh... yes... I was writing about Ben playfully subsuming his mid-life crisis in preparation for his second Saturn Return and his Sexy Sixties. That's what I was using my astrological lingo to describe, but in the full awareness that some, if not all of my unknown and unknowable readers don't know squat about astrology, even at the simplistic level I employ it.
The duration of the orbit of Saturn around the Sun in relation to the Earth as represented by the Moon is twenty-nine odd years (trust no one over thirty). Ideally, the first Saturn Return represents the possibility of becoming a mature, self-actuated adult. The second time Saturn orbits the Sun since a native's birth is the entry point to old age.
Turning sixty years old doesn't necessarily mean you are old in astrological symbolism, but it definitely means you're no longer middle-aged and that everything you learned about being a mature adult will soon start being treated as the meaningless, senile blather of a has-been.
Biblically speaking, where there are two or more of us together the spirit of me-and-ing co-me-s to gather. Me-and-thee-ing is what can happen when you're not allone. On the contrary, when we're no longer together face-to-face, what we mutually for-me-d in at-one-ment is no longer our consummated shared truth, but the alienated past of history.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
