At 83, Older and Wiser: but for WHAT?

December 31, 2025

Note: See the many recent posts. They all tie together in subtle and not so subtle ways.

Yesterday’s post was an attempt to invoke the actual felt sense of the mucky yucky gathering maelstrom humanity is seemingly drowning within. This maelstrom in me, too. Yes indeedy. I too, on the inside, have been suffering; and must re-member, moment by moment, to actually, consciously NOTICE this foul mood so that I don’t energetically spray it all over others.

And so I want to say here, today, that at this point in our common phenomenological voyage through the misty dystopian/utopian waters of “Avalon,” that the urge to vomit all over people is actually rare, within me. I DO manage to “hold it in,” though still experiencing it, nonetheless. It’s not that getting older and wiser prevents all the earlier sturm and drang of Life on Earth in a body, but that Older and — if conscious — Wiser opens space within to experience everything without being overwhelmed by it; or if overwhelmed, then just barely, and just for a second or two, or an hour, or even an afternoon. And I am extremely aware of the difference between this very temporary black mood and the lightness, the Love the fills and fuels the universe, endlessly coursing through my own all-too-human heart, radiating to one and all as I walk down the street and greet, though the eyes, the tender, suffering soul of every passing stranger. This soul-to-soul greeting almost never fails to lift BOTH our hearts — the energy between us sparking inexorably flowing aliveness.

The ignition between two strangers who pass each other on the street is the real deal, FREE ENERGY. It’s filling space and time, coursing through our radiant hearts, IF we but just move down into our souls, and rise up into our spirits, and remain there, in both places at once: the first uniting us with the in-and-out breath of the entire material realm, the second uniting us with the mysterious cosmic infinity.

Even this integration can be seen from within an even larger infinite space. Because ultimately, of course, as with any polarity, the Two are One.

Higher mathematics: 1 plus 1 is 1.

 

Last night, I became particularly cognizant of the utterly amazing fact that all the longer cycled planets are active in my chart during this time. And I mean all of them:

Natal Jupiter at 23° Cancer (12 year cycle), returning for the 7th time.

Natal Saturn (30 year cycle) at 7° Gemini, and widely conjunct natal Uranus at 1° Gemini, which itself is undergoing a prolonged first and last (because 84 year cycle) Uranus return.

(And what I notice about these two planets especially, right now, is their natal house position, 6th house of daily habits, among other things. And my daily habits (Saturn) are being decidedly and voluntarily disturbed (Uranus), due to the new dental regimen. “No sipping between meals?” WHAT?)

Natal Neptune (165 year cycle) at 2° Libra and at the Midheaven, now opposing itself by transit while also conjuncting the root of my chart, while accompanied by transit Saturn conjunct!

And one more: mighty Pluto (248 year cycle), at 6° Leo, moving into position in the 2nd house of self-valuation where (like Neptune) it also opposes itself for the very first time. Coming wealth. For seven years now, I’ve owned some physical silver. Which means that at some point within the next few years, I’m going to have to decide how to leverage it into the material world for the most energetic benefit to the whole.

Question: how could the half cycles of Neptune and Pluto occur during the same year(s) when their cycles are so different? Answer: it’s because the cycle of Pluto is highly eccentric and elliptic, so that it moves faster through some signs than others.

Ye gods! I just put in google search bar this question:

How often does the half-cycle of Pluto occur during the same year(s) as the half-cycle of Neptune when Pluto’s cycle is 248 earth years and Neptune’s cycle is 165 earth years?

 

And the AI spit back at me this . . . ( There’s more if you care to look.)

 

So yeah, we are inside a truly historical time on planet Earth, and for some strange, still perplexing purpose, my soul chose to re-incarnate at the point in history (late 1942,  a war baby) when, during this epochal chaotic change-over we are already beginning to undergo, I would be 83 years old.

Too old to make a difference? By what measure?

Is that why getting my mouth working at least better, since all the cells in my mouth are interwoven with all the cells in my entire body, I only now consciously recognize (me, who prides herself as a permaculturist, with a holistic understanding of the all in all, the One in the Many), and so almost obsessively choose to do everything I can to encourage this body to continue, not just intact, but full of energy, for as long as possible?

 

 

 

Oh ye of Inner Turbulence, prepare to join the Chaos Club!

December 30, 2025

Are you experiencing memories of (shameful, guilty) difficulties in your life (bad decisions, thanks likely, to unresolved childhood wounding, that ignited endless trouble of one kind or another), difficulties which — you realize, but don’t want to admit, to yourself or to anyone else —  you yourself caused — erupting like Vesuvius from unconscious realms below?

And are you then tempted to project your (hopefully masked, you think) mental/emotional/spiritual eruptions into the external world — onto other people, situations, etc. etc.?

If so, if both the yucky, volatile, riddled-with-erupting memories and the nasty projections are true, for you, then, join the club!

And, I’d say, notice how social media (or: at least how “the algorithm” funnels X posts to me) is full of erupting fury — no longer just against the federal government (thanks to Elon’s DOGE), but likewise DOGE-like investigations into corrupted bureaucracies in Minnesota, Ohio, Washington, Idaho — where else? Likely all of the states. Likely, there’s corruption at the highest levels, at medium levels, at your local level, and even, in your own neighborhood, household, and yes, your very own SELF!

This is the time, this nasty, sunk-down-in wintertime when volatile, eruptive, long-cycled Uranus, is still crawling backwards through late Taurus — that stubborn, fixed earthen sign wants nothing more than to feel at ease, placid, steady, comfortable. . .

And yes, fractionalizing Uranus, while it manages to break up even long-standing internal denials and refusals, also happens to be sextiling (I.e., harmonizing with, 60° aspect) the weird, delusionary, but targeted, directed, dreamy Saturn/Neptune conjunction in late Pisces, an always uncomfortable conjunction (due to the opposing natures of each planet: strict, practical organized Saturn, with imaginative, dreamy, lost, organized, Neptune) which I have pointed to in these posts way too many times already, but which still holds us in its cloudy, watery, confusing, addiction-riddled mayhem. Addictions to not just substances, but to patterns of behavior. To patterns in thinking, feeling, etc. And, thanks to Uranus, to sudden breakup of those patterns.

(I think here of a local woman who, a few days ago, all of a sudden, thanks to two people who did not know each other calling her out one after another. Thanks to them both, and likely, the synchronicity involved, she actually woke up to the fact that for years, she has been going around the world angry. And when she woke up, her adult children told her, her eyes changed. All of a sudden, she is attractive — warm, engaging, undefended. Wow! I doubt she’ll be able to hold it; this change will likely come and go for awhile; but just the fact that she actually awakened to the nasty internal state she had been projecting for years out onto others who, then, thankfully, both finally got the nerve to tell her they felt like they had to walk on eggshells around her . . . And she did it, yes, she transformed, during this seemingly endlessly extended moment in clock time when transits of Uranus and Saturn/Neptune have configured into a sextile to now suddenly activate her own natal chart.)

In other words, Uranus stimulates the Saturn/Neptune conjunction. And the result, for anyone with a birth chart that resonates with their current positions (and that’s most of us; or rather, most people that I know, or notice, while passing by, either driving or walking), — all this confusing, yucky, angry morass  is what I am foolishly attempting to linguistically describe, or at least invoke, point to in this post.

I look out through bleary eyes into the dank foggy, seemingly dead muck of an Indiana winter, and yuck, what I see outside is what is INSIDE ME!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall . . .

And yet, and yet, and yet.

 

 

I can’t help but bring to mind the magnificent Fire Horse year that awaits us, starting February 17th  (through February 6, 2027), that extraordinary Chinese zodiac sign that occurs only every 60 years, and just happens this time, to ignite only three days prior to the exceedingly rare mind/heart/spirit boggling, 0° Aries eruption of Saturn/Neptune when they finally do leave Pisces, karma cleared (we hope), and ready for lift-off.

This is that year folks. The year of the courageous, outrageous, enthusiastic, daredevil, optimistic fiery steed.

2026 also just happens to be the 250th anniversary year of the U.S.A.

A year likely to begin chaotically, just as any birth announces itself, with nearly unbearable labor pains.

Center yourself, Ann.

Get prepared for whatever.