What? WHAT? WHAT???! Facing (not yet embracing, and certainly not yet erasing) a sudden Saturn/Uranus eruption . . .

August 7, 2026

Yesterday afternoon, just as I was beginning to think things are clearing up around here, i.e., that transit Uranus approaching my natal Saturn, after returning to its own natal place for the first time, was not going to give me any more Saturn surprises.

But I did feel weirdly uneasy . . .

And then, wouldn’t you know, just like that, I got a phone call about a (SATURN!) contract I had apparently signed online with my ipad early this summer (to add a battery to solar panels on roof of one of the houses; I’m leaving details out here) informing me that if I DON’T follow through with it (I was SURE I had cancelled it within the three day grace period, and have an email as evidence), I will owe 1/3 of the cost anyway. That’s $5K. Well, you can imagine how my Uranus erupted.

WHAT?

WHAT?

WHAT?!!?

I’ve always had to work very hard to continuously calm my extremely volatile nervous system (Mars in Sagittarius opposite Uranus/Saturn in Gemini) so that it doesn’t blow up. Thus my two hours of “physical culture” (4-5 mile walk, plus yoga, chikung, taichi) daily.

Wow! Sudden Uranian recognition, one I’ve never had before! I could view my original childhood terror of nuclear war as a massive projection of my hidden terror that my nervous, finely calibrated mind would suddenly go nuclear and blow me up.

 

So anyway, with help from both my sons, we’re working to figure out how to deal with this intensely Saturnine situation, with no or minimal economic cost.

For one thing: this morning I dragged two rolling garbage bins from each of our three Green Acres Village homes to line the end of the driveway of that house, in case they try to just drop off the battery . . .

And I await a promised call from “the Vice-President” of the company this morning, which I will immediately turn over to my sons to deal with.

And yes, at 83, I am seriously “playing the age card” with this sudden Saturn/Uranus emergency.

I speak with soul sister CAROL ROSIN upon the death of her husband.

August 6, 2026

Yesterday evening I spoke with a dear friend of mine, (the famous) Carol Rosin — google her —whose sweet, gentle, loving husband, the actor Jon Cypher — google him! —  died two days ago, at the age of 94. Suddenly, unexpectedly, moments after she realized she could not be his caregiver after all, because she found herself physically unable to move his heavy body to the center of the recently installed hospice bed at their home.

Carol is nearly 83, same era as myself. The two of them had been together for 40 years. One half Uranus cycle. One half a Uranus cycle ago, they got together, and when Uranus then closed its lifetime loop for her, he died.

And left her alone, stunned, still in shock.

I called her when I got the message, and we spoke yesterday, when she told me I forgot to send her the book I wrote during the year after my husband Jeff died.

The way she spoke of Jon’s death and dying process, reminded me of my own uncanny experiences with husband Jeff Joel. He did not leave. In fact, for at least that first year of grieving, Jeff was even more present than he had been when in body! Many strange, decidedly paranormal occurrences during that year. I have a feeling Carol should be prepared for, and will utterly welcome, the same.

 

And I finally mailed her the book, this morning, via media mail. To arrive in about a week.

On our phone call, she told me they were going to bury him in the ground in a simple shroud, according to his wishes. And will do this “green burial” near where she lives, in a wonderful community of mostly oldsters.

His Buddhist burial scheduled for 11 AM, on 8/11/26.

Carol and I met in the early ’90s, at a peace conference in Washington DC, where she was a famous featured speaker and I was publishing the quarterly, Crone Chronicles. Once we met, she contributed to every issue of the magazine until it ended in 2001.

She wants me to do an astro chart for the burial time. So I will do this today.

Given what she’s already told me about his death and dying, the miracles involved, I know she will be very much in tune with TVB. And of course, I’m not surprised.

This is what sisterhood is all about! Grieving together. Loving together. Across vast distances. In the same pregnant space. Reminds me of our Sisters of Earth meeting last weekend in Cincinnati! Carol would have felt right at home with us, capable of solemnity and hilarity, moment by moment, after a lifetime of extraordinary experiences during which we could not help but learn both our limits and our vast potential.

Now? No inhibitions. Living from the inside out, as we eat our own shadows, to emerge, sooner or later, whole, ready to die, like Jon was, having lived a very full life and, in his case, loving one singular woman totally, thoroughly, and always, with every fiber of his gentle, steadfast being.