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.