By Cal Garrison a.k.a. Mother of the Skye
This week’s horoscopes are coming out under the light of a Full Virgo Moon, on the day that Mercury turns direct. But this week, I’m going to use this intro to talk about one of the hardest things about being an astrologer.
Last week I did a session with a woman that didn’t go well. This happens every now and then, and it’s always a bit of a drag. In this case, the girl was young, and fresh out of her first Saturn return. Like so many people her age, she was well armed with all the equipment that gives us the sense that we’re on the right track, living life according to the correct plan, and ready for the string of experiences that everyone on the planet expects to have. This gal was bright, recently married, and seemingly self-aware enough to handle whatever I had to say. In fact, as I entered the conversation, her response to some of the things I mentioned, made it seem as if she knew exactly what I was talking about.
Her main question was about the prospect of having kids. It was quite obvious from her chart that she had a burning desire to be a mom. With a Libra South Node in the house of children, it was clear that she had already spent every previous incarnation being overly involved with the business of having kids and of being an extension of someone else in a relationship or a marriage; one could say that the urge to be a wife and a mom was blocking her growth this time around, because she already had her PhD in this aspect of human experience and didn’t need to repeat it. She had mentioned that she was having fertility issues and all her efforts to get pregnant had come to naught.
I mentioned something about how life is always showing us exactly what we need to know, and that instead of forcing her will on things, she might do better to ride the horse in the direction it’s going.
As I worked my way into explaining the connection between past lives and what we have yet to experience in this life, I told her that each lifetime is given to us to evolve beyond the lessons of the past and enter new realms of thought and experience as a means to grow. We don’t come to this planet to do the same thing lifetime after lifetime.
But what came through from her was stubborn, intractable and stuck. She did not want to hear any of this. After three hours on the phone she was in tears, saying, “You just told me nothing good is ever going to happen to me.” At which point I said, “Well, outside of what you expect to happen to you, the realm of possibilities is endless, and probably much more interesting than what you are hoping for; could you look at it that way?” No, she couldn’t. I left it at that and told her that she didn’t have to pay for the session, but that if, in 10 years, it turned out that I was right, if she thought of it, she could send me a check.
This is the bane of the astrologer’s existence; you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. You can either tell people what you see or you can tell them what they want to hear. There are plenty of other astrologers out there selling astrological cotton candy. It will taste great while they’re dishing it out, but when time gives birth to the truth, you will curse them for leading you astray. This is what I mean when I say, we are damned if we do, and damned if we don’t. Let me leave you with that and invite you to take what you can from this week’s ‘scopes.