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Hey everyone-- beginner here. I've been looking at my chart, and lately I've been curious about the 8th house. I have Venus, Pluto and Lilith in my 8th house... Considering it's the house of sex, death, money and secrets, I'm a little concerned. In the past, I had been abused (in childhood and in a past relationship). I'm now a passionate activist against sexual and domestic violence, which is what I think the Lilith in my 8th is referring to. I feel like my activism has been the best form of healing. However, in every relationship I have, there is an element of a power struggle, and I am never really trusting. Yet, another interesting facet of my chart is that I have four of my inner planets in the 7th house... meaning that partnerships are the most major element in my life. And yet, after several attempts at relationships, I can never seem to commit, much less feel like I belong to someone.

Coupled with the combo of Venus-Pluto-Lilith in my chart, does this abundance in 7th house action mean that my marriage (if applicable) would be a dark and secretive relationship, based in an unequal power balance? Are there any other indicators in my chart of relationship issues?

Thanks, everyone.


( Chart under the cut )

Profiles of Marilyn Manson and Nicolas Cage (and tomorrow David Bowie), and a post on Mars retroing in Leo about the Pluto in Leo generation (born 1938-1957).

http://tdjacobs.com/blog

Because they just smell so damn divine, I bought a Buddha Hand and then promptly couldn't figure out what the hell to do with it. I eventually decided that it would make an amazing flavor addition to Vodka, heh. Last night for dinner I roasted a turkey breast with lemon and a Dijon. Oh, and Jack Daniels... can't leave that part out. So freaking good!


WTF BLURRY? Never-the-less, Koi is cute. Also, Zen has glowie vampire eyes as does Koi. Heh. 


Our sweet little old lady Amaranth (BAM) is greatly amused by this post. I'm making stock today and burned the bejeezuz out of my hand. OW. I now have a juicy blister. >=/

observations


"excuse us, are you from here?"
"nobody is from here, man," the young stranger replies, but is quick to point us to the red light district (the place that totally does the word 'window frame' justice), and it's bizarre: whores in the windows, swans in the canal, floating along obliviously.
nobody is from here, but who are the people that needn't ask for the way to go?

there are about as many steakhouses here as people. in fact, it seems half of Argentina lives in Amsterdam. Spanish should be mandatory.

i wonder if that hooker (the one with the real boobs) would have given me discount because i don't have a dick. like, fifty percent off for no penetration or something. i wonder what it would have been like, hundreds of eyes staring at a tall, strong, dark-haired woman instead of an insecure, stoned, limp-dicked creep, who couldn't fuck her like she needs it even if she asked him to. if her English Lit professor walked in, would she serve him?

the freezing cold does nothing to the flair of the city, the buzz, the heavy legs from ten straight hours of walking.

oh yeah: never ever when you're in Amsterdam eat at the pizza place La Traviata - you wait an hour for your order, the waiter is a misbehaved prick, the paintings on the wall look like his retarded brother done the job, and the pizza tastes crap. have a falafel instead. Arabic, another mandatory language.

i see not a single woman with short hair. not one. (men wear it longish.)

new year's, a million people out. we pass scantily clad girls in the merciless cold, and i envision them spending their first days of twenty-ten in the hospital, half comatose, like this other dude we see splayed on the stairs of the cinema: way past passed-out, eyes barely operating to see the girl who holds a water bottle to his mouth. his vomit will greet theatre-goers in the day, a frozen puddle of poison and acid.

we dance underneath the rainbow banners in a queens' club - perfectly sober, perfectly loving the united colors of gay. so many complexions, so many different shapes and forms doing the GaGa ó la la.
first time i ever hear a gay Turkish accent, or see two adult Arabic men holding each other, whispering what looks like words of meaning.

need an 18th century ship? get your unemployed to do it voluntarily, then park it in the harbor.

you can love New York in Amsterdam (my brother loves Shia LaBeouf's eyes), in the oldest cinema in town, and is that not a way to remember where you've been...

everyone you greet greets you back with a "hi".

here's one thing that does not exist in this place: ugly people. flawed skin. and they look at you, i mean, really look at you when you walk by.

a corner shop sells magic mushrooms and opium. you're immune to the breeze of weed by day two.
the native don't have hazy eyes.

the steadfast and tenacious wait the line that stretches all the way around the block just to see Van Gogh. then you're in, and his genius radiates from all corners, and you'd be damned if you believed that ain't worth it.
visitors speak Italian and French and English and American - kaleidoscope of the city in the house of one man and one man alone.

last night is sleepless. we arrive at the airport at eight in the morning, but the sun is nowhere to be seen. five nights only, four days are over. this gracious host bids us farewell.

here's another thing you wanna know: Amsterdam is fucking beautiful, man. I mean gorgeous. So European. you know, the old home.
go there. don't think.
just go.




2009 © unbridled_dream
 

Some of you are on my "abuse filter" and are aware of who Cory is. I frequently call her "my father's bitch wife" although, a few years ago they started going through a gnarly divorce. You might have read the confrontation letter I sent her about 5 years ago, if not, here it is, in 2 parts.  (You'll need to be on my abuse filter to be able to read them...)

Anyway, I started having really nice dreams about her a couple years ago, and in therapy, I was able to see her as just a woman. Maybe once I was (am) an adult woman? I dunno, anyway, recently in my little sister's Yule card I asked if she could tell her mom that if she ever wanted to talk, I was here (there?). Literally 5 days later I got a lovely card in the mail that said this:

( letter... )

So sweet! I almost dropped, seriously. Sometimes you have those rare moments in life when somehow, the scales can balance, and this was one of them. I'm writing her back and telling her that I want her to be part of my family and part of my life. With all the bullshit I'm going through with Gisela? I so didn't expect this. It's such a blessing, I keep wondering if I'ma wake up, or you know, pinch myself. Heh, you know me... grateful for every fucking little thing. 

mish55 , jblaque , naughtydolphin , filmex2000 , friends & family!
May this new solar year bring you tons of blessings and happiness!

MBTI has been an interest of mine for some time, and while it would be interesting to note correlations between MBTI types and astrological elements, that is not the point of my post.

Something that makes MBTI particularly interesting is how layered the types can be. Rather than resting on simplistic characterizations, MBTI digs a bit deeper. David Keirsey's Please Understand Me II is quite fascinating in this regard, linking specific types to particular elements (go here for more information about the types in Keirseys' Temperament Sorter). For instance, having a Thinking preference doesn't mean a person lacks emotions - just that emotions are not initially prioritized.

Is this something that we could use more of in astrology? In the absence of a full reading of a person's chart, is it more beneficial to use elements as a way of describing the sequence of how people process information and experiences? Rather than describing certain elemental traits as a quantity (how many thoughts, how much emotion, etc.), what about showing them as different dimensions of the human experience that are accessed in a certain order?

I would imagine that an individual's personal sequence would depend upon the prevalence of each of the elements. But without having that information handy, would it be more helpful to understand the elements this way? For instance (going from the fire-earth-air-water cycle of elements), earth could experience things first through the senses (earth), then intellect (air), followed by emotions (water), and finally with energy (fire). I'm not putting this forth as something concrete I actually believe, just as a way of showing the process

Am I getting the basic idea across?

I was wondering how much stock should one put into retorgrades? I was just looking at mine and my boyfriend's natal chart and was quite suprised by the amount of planet's were in retrograde with him compared to mine. He has 5 planet and the true node ( didn't know that could be retrograde. While myself only have 2 planets.
So I was wondering does this affect anything? And if so is it a heavy influence? So what do you guys think?

A few months after Pagan Unity Festival 2009 I read Tyson's, "Runic Astrology."
Also picked up a few other books that have astrological chart stuff.

Just a thought bubble that came up while I was almost asleep.

Is there something special about the interplay between two signs (speaking of energies here, not specific planet placements) where one sign "lives" in the house another one "rules"? Consider the following combinations:

• Aries-Aries
• Taurus-Gemini
• Gemini-Leo
• Cancer-Libra
• Leo-Sagittarius
• Virgo-Aquarius
• Libra-Aries
• Scorpio-Gemini
• Sagittarius-Leo
• Capricorn-Libra
• Aquarius-Sagittarius
• Pisces-Aquarius

Whether in an individual chart or in synastry, I have a feeling there's something especially intriguing underfoot here, but I can't put my finger on it.

http://paxmercurius.wordpress.com/2010/01/02/cancer-and-the-moon/

With the blue moon and the eclipse over the New Year, I was inspired to write my second zodiac article on Cancer.

Hope everyone in the community have a good new year, and successful resolutions!