Uranus/Saturn Breakthrough: knee pain signals need to return to crucial early memory

August 12, 2025

The painful right knee continues to fester, especially when getting up from sitting down, or getting out of bed. I have to be very careful. So weird. No swelling. No obvious injury. Just this interruptive Uranian pain with any sudden switch in position. And, I’d say, it’s a bit worse today. But: I still did my four-mile walk, and early morning tai-chi practices. No problem, even though not pain free. However, the knee pain is not possible to “walk off” at this point.

Last night, I can’t remember when, I woke up with a start, and all of a sudden  saw my life differently. I saw myself as agent, rather than as victim. (A recurring theme, likely for anyone who strives to be conscious and awake). What alerted me was the pain in the knee. It felt like it was my body talking to me. Telling me that I needed to dramatically shift my perspective. That I needed to revision the way I’ve been drowning inside the protracted ending of the nearly 84-year space of Uranus. That it was time to begin again. Not just to end a cycle, but to truly begin another cycle of Uranus, leaving the old one behind. This next one will NOT be a repeat.

Reminder: I consider planets as energies of various kinds, each of which gains its “meaning” via the time it takes for it to complete one cycle through space. Planets looping as larger and larger as space/time frequency fields. 

The Mars cycle for example, two years, is likely obvious to everybody as they start and end jobs, relationships, etc. in tune with active, propulsive Mars returning to its natal place in one’s chart every two years.

Likewise Jupiter: 12 years, and therefore returning at 12, 24, 36, 48, 60, etc. Each a cycle of opportunity, growth, expansion.

And Saturn: 29-30 years, and therefore returning at at 30, 60, and 90, if one lives that long.

Now come to the one I’m currently working with, Uranus: 84 years, and its conjunction with natal Saturn. For me, this Return began in earnest this summer, and will go through 1928, moving back and forth in early Gemini all that time.

 

Why I mention this again:

Last night I was startled awake around 1:00 AM, at a time when Uranus was crossing the Ascendant. Of course! Constant synchronicities in my life . . .

But what was weird about this wakeful period: I immediately got up, turned on a light, and began taking notes:

I had a single driving question: What happened with me shortly after birth, especially concerning both Uranus and Saturn, which were both moving retrograde when I was born.

To make a long story short, last night I charted some remarkable timing of both planets, which both turned to go direct within two days of each other to return to birth positions, having retrograded for slightly over 4 months. In other words their retrograde periods were syncing with one another.

Then I looked at the exact conjunctions between Uranus and Saturn: which occurred first on July 1, 1943, again Dec 3, 1943, and for the final time on April 19, 1944.

I had known, but had, until last night, forgotten, that Mom left town for about a month, to await my sister Marnie’s birth (which came on May 4, 1944). Mom had told me she shouldn’t have done that, should not have left me with relatives at that early age.

(Remember, my Dad was already away, serving as a physician on the front in the Phillipines during World War II.)

My sense of abandonment, and of needing rescue in order to live, that I am experiencing now, as my Uranus return begins: I have a sense that my knee pain is related to that early Saturn/Uranus time; this pain makes me feel utterly powerless, needing to be either rescued, or die.

Oh, and it’s my right knee, active (vs. left knee passive, receptive), hampered from moving fearlessly forward.

In other words, my right knee is speaking to me about my unconscious Saturn/Uranus frequency field. My knee is signalling, through the body (co-terminous with the unconscious), that this sense of despairing abandonment is still poisoning the gigantic Uranian field.

What’s amazing about this discovery in the middle of the night:  It felt like an occult rebirthing process. That I am letting go of that original victimization. The final note I jotted down while the light was still on:

ARISE AND SHINE!

 

 

Today: It’s “Touch and Go” with Me

August 11, 2025

Over the weekend, I was internally bothered by the fact that on Thursday I had called Donald Trump into question by referring to Lada Ray’s analysis, which I hadn’t read yet, and decided later not to read.

Not that I don’t want to get and remain “neutral;” but I do feel that her bias is consistently anti-Trump, a position that I am not willing to take, especially in view of the astonishing things that seem to be happening now to take down the more and more obviously ghastly control system that has ruled humans for centuries, seemingly thanks to Trump’s mastery of the financial/political/cultural world.

But then, what will remain?

We’ve got to remember that any government (govern-ment) functions to “govern” the mind.

So, though the global deep state apparatus may be dismantling, what will take its place?

And/or: how far down to the grassroots can we go with decentralization?

Can we decentralize down to me, each of us, ME?

Take responsibility for my own precious life?

 

Case in point. Over the weekend, I realized that, for me, it’s “touch and go.”

TOUCH AND GO.

What does that phrase really refer to? For me it means either freaking out to the point where I can only “touch down” for a millisecond into the material realm (and frankly, would just rather die, let go), or it means, that I am learning to remain centered in the spacious present, made seemingly infinitely more spacious due to Uranus first return after 82.5 years to the degree it was located at my birth. I always wondered how (more or less) consciously occupying such an enormous space would feel. Now I know. Or, I’m beginning to know.

How much of my current touch and go state of mind is also due to an infection in my jaw, necessitating a root canal of a back left tooth by an expert dentist in Columbus Indiana this coming Friday? Last Friday I finally decided to start the Amoxicillin prescription, just in case. I know that this infection steals my energy. In fact, I’m noticing new knee aches, twinges, etc. that have been festering off and on for years. Up until this point, and that includes my usual 4 mile walk this morning, I can just “adjust to the pain,” while walking and/or “walk it off.”

Interesting: that transit Uranus is not only returning to the 1°36 Gemini position it occupied at my birth, but in the process, it is already also widely manifesting its coming conjunction to the position of natal Saturn at 7° Gemini (This outer planet conjunction a signature of mental contrarians born in 1942-42:  Saturn/Uranus in Gemini). Why do I say this? Because Saturn governs the teeth, knees and bones in general. Oh my . . . What came into (Saturnine) form a long time ago; what is due to be interrupted (Uranus) over the next several years . . .

Will I get to the point where I can’t walk it off? Where I can’t even walk? Walking has been my principle healing modality for incipient depression/anger/fury, since I was 17 years old!

TT 2 WALKING and where it leads

 

So yes, this is not an easy time for me.

And as I say this I know it’s nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to others. Everywhere I look, people are undergoing unusually difficult trials.

However, check out the extraordinary adventure my paralyzed, nerve-damaged, 59-year-old (Saturn return!) son Colin Cudmore and his friends and brother went on this past weekend, as he was moved after two full years (a Mars cycle) from Majestic nursing home to his own apartment in downtown Bloomington! Colin’s extraordinary, long-term process warms my antiquated heart.

Oh, and here’s a pic of the famous hospital bed that he was generously gifted from a woman who took care of her paralyzed 13 year old daughter for the next 38 years . . . A bed that weighs in at 350 pounds, with functions that exactly meet with Colin’s needs and that the Five Guys, all friends of Colin, successfully moved.