Saturn/Neptune once more: I RETURN TO THE BMV

October 2, 2025

I DID return yesterday afternoon to the BMV, bearing needed docs (social security card and two recent pieces of mail addressed to me) and successfully obtained my non-compliant driver’s license (it arrives in two weeks). But not without experiencing more Saturn/Neptune confusion.

It turns out that the second clerk disagreed with the first one. Said that the extra docs were not needed. Just the passport would do. I was flabbergasted. Told her about the confusion I was experiencing both there and on-line. She agreed that it is confusing on-line, but said that anyone currently in possession of a driver’s license that wasn’t a REAL ID, didn’t have to bring any docs proving who they were, except for passport (which will function to get me through airport security). But that those who came from elsewhere, and those who had REAL ID licenses now, would have to get REAL IDs again when their current licenses expire.

My son Colin, when he got his license, discovered it was a REAL ID only later. Nobody had said anything to him about it; that was some time ago. Not nearly as many people were awake to this matter until recently.

But: I asked the second clerk if lots of people had been coming in, insisting on a non-compliant ID. No. Oh. So it appears that many people here are still unaware of this situation.

Sitting there, waiting my turn (this time it took about an hour), I couldn’t help but notice how most people who came up to see the clerks seemed to be either extremely slowed by age, and/or decidedly disabled in some way. My heart went out especially to one middle-aged man who, with two canes, hobbled his way up on his ankles, both feet splaying out. With every step, I noticed his extreme concentration.

I told my observations to paralyzed, nerve-damaged son Colin (see colincudmorehealing) and he wondered, instantly, do you think it’s because they were vaxxed?

That brought up the subject of the Trump administration and what is or is not going on now re Trump’s apparent partnering with Pfizer, and RFK Jr. standing just behind him. I’m learning to just put up my hands, and say, I don’t have any idea what’s really happening in that larger world. All I can do is pay attention, each and every day, to what’s happening here, locally, in my own body and mind and soul; and the more or less conscious, heart-centered and empathic ways I can and do resonate with others, so many of whom seem to be either numb, or obviously suffering.

Saturn Neptune Reflections on this morning’s “FAILURE” . . .

October 1, 2025

Yesterday, I found myself internally wandering; or, not that’s not it. How to spell it out?

Yesterday I found myself internally lost in space, having to pull myself back into 3D over and over again, to even begin to “tackle” all the tasks I’ve set for myself that involve “clearing the basement.” I’ve been at it for about a week now. A big project! A big new project! ARIES! NEPTUNE IN ARIES!

Clearing my own psyche of what no longer serves. NEPTUNE IN ARIES PLUS SATURN IN PISCES . . . Saturn, the task master, sunk down into the basement, full of not only my own stuff, but all sorts of stuff from all sorts of people who have lived for a time in Green Acres Permaculture Village over the past two decades . . .

Making Saturn decisions. What to keep? What to take to Goodwill? What to put outside on the curb for neighbors to take? What to give to the Teachers Warehouse?

And all of it, full of hazy, indwelling Piscean memories . . .

Yes yesterday, one task after another, all of them written down on notes, and requiring, many of them, sub-tasks to complete (which I had spelled out), floated unmoored inside me. Very weird.

Or not so weird. Not during these 0h-so-weird times.

Just yesterday also, for example, while on my ipad (where I tend to go when I willfully disobey my own Saturn directive, in this case, mainly: “please, Ann, focus on the here and now!”), I noticed not one, but two big articulate “influencers” both losing touch with their own capacity to find the right word for whatever they were talking about. Not a difficult word, either. Just a regular word which we all use. For both of them, the “momentary lapse” of memory lasted longer than a moment. More like three or four moments. Embarrassing, for both of them; that was obvious. I imagine both of them (in early middle age) wondered if they were beginning to collapse into dementia . . .

 

Okay, back to me, my own weird not-so-momentary lapses . . .

Quick! Get going! I had said to myself in September: Figure out (Saturn) some big dream (Neptune) that you can use Aries to initiate, ignite, set on fire!

Oh but I can’t. I still need to clean the basement, still need to dig myself out. (Transit Saturn/Neptune conjunction on the root point of my chart, opposite Libra/Neptune midheaven!)

Still need to clear out my own mind!

To bring myself “up to date!”

Oh yeah, at 82, goin’ on 83?

Yes.

 

Okay, so here’s what happened this morning.

I had set myself the strict, Saturnine task of going down to the BMV to get my driver’s license. Maybe that will help me focus. Plus, my birthday comes up in just over two months, and I’ve had the same license for ten years!

But: I do NOT want a “Real ID.”

In fact, am determined to get a “non-compliant” Driver’s License, something that’s still possible in Indiana. I tried once before, and found that I didn’t have the right docs. Needed either a copy of my original birth certificate, or a current passport, plus social security card and two pieces of recent mail addressed to me at my current address.

I remember going down to the local Social Security Administration location to get the social security card (which you’re not supposed to carry around with you, so I put it in a safe place), and now, today, looking back, remember that it was for this express purpose, so that I could get a non-compliant Driver’s License.

I remember sending away for my Texas birth certificate, and when it finally came, saw that it had my first name spelled “Anne” rather than “Ann.” I have used Ann all my life; even my baby book had my name spelled “Ann.” So this was new to me. And boy was I pissed.

So I started the process of trying to get it changed. Failed on the first try, but will try again.

I also remember doing all the paperwork to get a new passport (the old one expired two years ago), but only vaguely remember why it was important that I do, since I no longer want to travel abroad.

Wow! The passport arrived, about a week ago!

But I had forgotten why it was so important that I have it now. Until I looked up all the requirements once again, for the state of Indiana to get a driver’s license. Aha! Terrific! They say either a birth certificate or a current passport will do.

When I drove down there this morning, with my new current passport tucked into my purse, I was excited, though loopy. Maybe this will get me going, back on point, to focus on all these various uncompleted or not yet started tasks!

Of course, there were detours along the way, so many that I almost got lost. The usual 20 minute trip took ten minutes longer. I even went into the wrong driveway at the BMV! Luckily I had memorized the address, 1531 S. Curry Road, and had put up a map of the way to get there on my ipad which I had with me.

You’d think I’d just use the directions app on my phone. But no, I did not.

Okay: so what I (re-)discovered this morning was that besides the passport, I needed the social security card and two pieces of mail addressed to me!

Ah, so that was why I got the security card in the first place! Having forgotten (Pisces) the reason, I just dutifully (Saturn) went to get it and had tucked it in the same safe place as I later put the new, and current, passport, which, yes I took out of this safe place, and wondered, briefly, whether or not I should also bring the social security card along . . .

I got home in about an hour and a half, which is what I had budgeted (Saturn) the time for. But I did not succeed in my purpose (Saturn), thanks to my own Piscean tendencies.

So Neptunian ignition will have to wait awhile longer.

I “spell” out this story just to let you know that if you are having the same weirdnesses in your life, none of us should be surprised. Just slog on through, and above all, LAUGH!