As URANUS RETURNS, I’m “Coming Back Home”

May 27, 2026

I remember when I drove east on a winding road through the countryside from Terra Haute to Bloomington, and the strangest feeling enveloped me. I felt like I was “coming home.” This feeling was utterly new to me. In my 60 years, I had simply never encountered such a feeling, living instead, as a bird on a tree, liable to fly off at any moment.

Similarly, when Coming Back Home in terms of the first and only (unless I live twice as long as now: joke?) Uranus Return, while nearing my 84th birthday: the road has felt and still feels winding; I never know what’s just around the next corner; and the corners are not just 90° turns, they are infinitesimal, magical, subtle. A one degree difference makes all the difference! Have you noticed? Truly, we are spiraling, rather than merely cycling.

Okay, now here’s what I want to speak of today. My Coming Back Home series that I composed and published in the local newspaper when I again lived in my home town of Twin Falls, Idaho, back in 1976. The series was read by all sorts of people, and very much either appreciated or denigrated. Finally, after the 7th one the publisher took me to lunch to say that there were simply too many important people in town who did NOT appreciate the series, and that he would have to stop it, now.

Here’s the ebook I composed of this series.

Coming Back Home

 

Two years later, I found myself leaving another publication, one that I had started myself, and then, of course, as is my way, grew restless.

Here’s the piece I wrote in OpenSpace, about my life’s journey back then.

 

EYES ARE LIGHT SENSITIVE

 

I wrote that essay as the final column for the newspaper, and then, when it was not published, shelved it for two years.

It begins:

Plato tells the story of a people who lived in a cave. All day long these people sit, backs to the door, staring at reflections on the wall. These reflections — dancing shadow and light — the people take to be real, the real world, the facts.

Ever so often one of these people stares at the wall for too long. He grows hypnotized: the wall disappears, his orientation dissolves; he is left lost, lost and confused. 

Usually, the strange one returns to his normal state of staring in time. Nobody notices. Nobody gets embarrassed . . .

I was talking about myself. . .

Another excerpt:

We come into this world, says Plato, trailing clouds of glory, knowing all and everything. Yet we leave it knowing only “the facts,” mere shadows. Why. How does this happen.

Thus the story of the cave.

Here’s the drawing that accompanied this article:

Wow. I just this morning realize that this drawing includes me! (taken from a photo that I remember well). I have no memory of who did the drawing . . .

A bit more from that old essay, which even now, I find utterly remarkable. So amazing, to have lived one’s life consciously, learning, learning, learning, both from experience, and how to express linguistically. So very grateful.

And if the path from the shadows to the door is full of pitfalls, then the path ahead is infinitely steeper, longer: the distance form earth to the sun.

Our seeker has turned, his body now faces the door. Slowly, surely, and of its own accord, that body moves through the door and into the light. A living body seeks to warm itself. This is only natural. But eyes were not made to turn to the sun. Eyes are light-sensitive; too much sun can blind. These blind ones are our burnt-out cases.

In order to turn to the sun, and not go blind, our seeker must look obliquely, as if only in passing. There is no direct path to the truth. This seeker is mortal. Mortals have bodies. Human bodies have eyes. Eyes are light-sensitive.

Our seeker has seen the light.

And the light has made him changed. And he is full of light now, compassionate.

He returns to his homeland, the cave. But his fellows do not recognize him. They stare as he walks by. 

And he looks at them, and sees their stares, and feels strange. He is a stranger, and this is a strange land, his homeland, a land he no longer feels at home in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

URANUS (in Gemini) RETURNS, exactly, to both degree and minute: TODAY!

May 24, 2026

Notice: See posts from last four days.

Oops. At least I “think” it’s today, on the basis of charts that I set up now on astro-seek. My natal chart there shows Uranus at 1°35′ Gemini. And yet a chart I set up a long time ago with a different program and website shows natal Uranus at 1°36′ Gemini. So does the printed 20th century ephemeris I have had since forever.

So who knows. Who the fuck knows?

Meanwhile, just went on astro-seek to make sure today is when Uranus returns to 1°35′ and guess what? It’s already (at 11:20 AM) at 1° 38′! Oops . . . wait a minute. Where was Uranus a day ago, same time. Aha! At 1°34′. So between now and sometime yesterday, Uranus passed over the exact degree and minute of my natal chart, if it’s either 1°35′ or 1°36′.

I mention this to demonstrate how, no matter how we try to nail the messy outside world down with our words, symbols, diagrams, etc: the map is not the territory; never has been, never will be. Nature always squirrels out from under our attempts to (conceptually or otherwise) mirror it exactly.

(My Uranus gets off on that “fact”; my Saturn hates it.)

 

My four day ceremonial protocol pretending to align NOW with the position of Uranus at my birth has been, however, I’d say, immensely successful — in that it has left me utterly transformed. 

Remember, as I’ve tried to indicate (no longer have patience for long-winded explanations . . .), I was born during the years when Saturn and Uranus were both in the early degrees of Gemini, like all those born between mid-May 1942 through 1943.

We came in craving own individual ways of thought and expression, but we did so within certain constraints which those of us who have individuated, realize were inside us. Rather than projecting those constraints lifelong, we managed to learn how to stop blaming anything or anyone outside — for our internal drama, and instead take responsibility; i.e., consciously respond, rather than unconsciously react!

I am one of those who managed to individuate, and did so by finally facing and embracing deep, intensely difficult lessons provided by the 90° turning points of Uranus.

At first, I felt those constraints merely as the culture and training I was born into.

Reviewing the first and second turnings, I now recognize that with each turning, I began by hijacking the needed evolution with constraints formed via relationship with a (dark) male figure — not realizing that I needed to see those attractions as projections!

Yes. What I must still continuously learn how to do is integrate dark and light, male and female, conscious and unconscious, mind and body, Sagittarius and Taurus, as well as any other polarity I notice, and then tend to identify with one pole while projecting the other pole out, as in “Out! Out! Damn spot!”

 

Okay. Here’s what’s already become clear as I complete this Uranus process. The closing of this cycle spans, for me, remember, from August 2023, when Uranus conjuncted my 23° Taurus Moon and then moved further to now conjunct 1°+ Gemini, and soon to conjunct natal Saturn at 6°+ Gemini. The entire process to last about five years, through 2028.

Will I still be alive by that time? Or will I have moved on. Who knows?

 

 

What I do know is that it’s time for me to unleash my Uranus fully, and not let Saturn corral it at all. Instead, utilize Saturn differently. Just how, not sure yet, beyond announcing my new (Saturn) plan.

Which means, for these blogposts, I will publish another one whenever it occurs to me to do so. Sometimes a lot, and sometimes not at all. No more four mornings (Monday through Thursday) weekly in obedience to a routine I set in motion a few years ago, and then was determined to stick to.

Notice: I’ve already inaugurated this new way of working with this week’s posts lasting from Monday through Sunday! Still not sure of whether or not I even need any other kind of ritual (sitting down with prayer rug, plus Tarot/Runes/I Ching, journal, etc.) today or tomorrow to complete this ceremonial initiation. Right now, that feels confining. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, I leave you with this quote, from an old journal, April 16, 2003 (right after Jeff died; right when I was initiating the final quarter cycle that would bring Uranus home to itself, TODAY.

I now function as a lightning rod,

linking the deep bass,

slow rumble below

to the light and high frequency above.

My body the rod.