As Uranus Return Begins: LIKE TWO SHARP ELECTRIFIED WIRES, FUSED

August 5, 2025

Realization sinking in: my Uranus return, the first and only one in my life (unless I remain in this body until it is still kicking at age 168!) is MOSTLY what my current, and seemingly growing jitteriness, my instant, continuous distraction, my run-away mind is about.

(Oh, and it just happens to be occurring during two other rare and extremely important outer planet transits: the Saturn/Neptune conjunction in Aries exactly upon my root point IC, where it exactly opposes natal Neptune at 2° Libra, and the MC; plus:  transit Pluto in Aquarius nearing opposition to natal Pluto in Leo — both these positions again, for the first and only time in my very long life. 

Uranus, planet of eruptions, volatility, recently moved into airy mental (at least) two-minded Gemini, and is therefore contacting my natal Uranus, at 1°36 Gemini, for the very first and only time.

Like two sharp electrified wires, fused.

No wonder I feel internally “crazy!” Though thoroughly conditioned into Catholicism as a child, in my 20s I broke out of normieland. However, now I’m some kind of outrageous Freak! Thank goodness for “awareness,” — continuous, moment by moment, cultivation of a. doubled consciousness, which I have been practicing forever. Was it Krishnamurti that started me on this path? I have no idea.

Right now such “awareness” is touch-and-go.  I’m learning to be actually grateful for the flea problem, as it forces me to remain grounded into the itty bitty, despite natural tendency to simply lift off and fly through space forever.

I feel for those who must personally interact with me right now on a daily basis.

 

Here’s what we’re up to today: paralyzed and nerve damaged son Colin Cudmore, inventor of the Garden Tower, will be visiting briefly in a few minutes to decide what to keep (very little) and what to let us decide what to do with as he begins the process of moving into his new apartment from the nursing home. (The actual move on August 9th, Saturday, with five big strong male friends helping). I’ve written posts nearly every day on Colin’s Job-like endurance journey, starting back when it first began, on August 16, 2023, almost exactly two years ago (a Mars cycle) —which happened to be the very month when transit Uranus in Taurus hit my natal 23° Taurus Moon, which governs, among other things, children and mothering. Taurus enables grounding for one such as my mostly fiery/airy self.

During these years (seven years altogether) Uranus was in Taurus, extreme turbulence on the material plane. Yes, of Colin’s very body (aortic dissection, from which he was supposed to die), and my continuing emotional reaction and response.

During those two years, and ongoing still, I have written nearly daily posts about his astonishing, inspirational journey; with natal Uranus/Saturn widely conjunct in Gemini and Uranus itself exactly opposed to Mars in Sagittarius, this is the way I tend to heal; by writing down what I’m thinking and feeling.

Today’s Temporary Rollway

Colin Cudmore Healing

How I’m kind of managing to survive as August begins

August 4, 2025

This post is much later than usual for a Monday, after I’ve supposedly had “three days off.” But this last “three days” was unlike any I’ve ever experienced. Way full of teensy weensy details of the material world. Details I had to be ultra close attention to. Me: fiery and airy by nature, just as fire and air now dominate in astrology, had to tediously pore through the icky aspects of earth energy, and not stop, not all weekend could I even pause to take a breath. At least that’s how it felt. And I was consumed by this task, consumed, and yet utterly distracted, just about every single second, losing things continuously, dropping them here and there and completely forgetting. Forgetting where I was heading now; where I was just a moment ago; supposedly focusing on the present, and yet the present kept slipping away, second by second, into oblivion.

I’m not describing this inner process very well. Language fails me; something very unusual in my heady, mental life. My life that is mostly in the abstract world, looking at principles, opposites, dimensions, and how they work out in practice. But the working out is not nearly as interesting to me, as are the principles, the opposites, the dimensions, themselves. All heady stuff. And here I am, in a body, having to deal, seriously, with my surround which, BTW, has gotten seriously cluttered over the past 23 years I have been in Bloomington. (Not good, in a flea infestation.)

And not only that but here I am in a body, that, I think mostly due to the stress of it all, developed a very sore place in my JAW, an obvious infection leaving me swollen under “tooth #18,” a left back molar, which I knew I would have to deal with come Monday morning. Today. So I did.

And yes, several X-rays later: That tooth, one that a new crown was inserted into just about a year ago, is infected down below. Either a root canal or a tooth extraction required: which is worse? I haven’t decided. But must do it soon.

Meanwhile, the FLEA INFESTATION, the focus of all my mental gyrations within and upon the physical world, continues. Yesterday I spent 5 full hours vacuuming (turning over pillows, moving chairs, etc.), and did five loads of laundry, going up and down steep stairs to the basement at least 25 times. Today I hired someone else to do the vacuuming.

The flea infestation was and is moment by moment; in the background was and is all sorts of other stuff, having to do with the coming days, including my son Sean’s visit from Colorado for (paralyzed, nerve-damaged) Colin’s move from nursing home to his own apartment on the 9th; me having to go get the key for it on the 7th, ahead of regularly scheduled Thursday Community Dinner, and so on.

If you don’t see a post from me on at least one of the next three days, don’t be surprised. Just know that I am dealing with what fiery/airy Ann has been given to do: focus on the material world including that of the body — just as all so many planets move into fire and air.

And of course, I realize that my own woes are nothing compared to the next person’s — whoever that is. As time both speeds up and slows down all at once, we all seem to be undergoing an immense test of some sort. Are we capable of passing it; are we even capable of surviving it?