I thought I posted here yesterday, as usual, Monday through Thursday mornings, for the first of four posts weekly. But apparently I must have cancelled that draft! Hmmm. .  .

Actually I had been wondering about that post, thinking it a bit too cynical. So glad my hands followed my intuition rather than my intention.

Okay, start over.

 

Let’s face it. My main preoccupation is epistemology, or “how we think we know what we think we know.” Always has been. Or at least it has been since I “woke up” in my mid-20s with the sudden recognition that the dogmas of my Roman Catholic faith could no longer hold me in their fierce mental grip.

How did that happen? I think I’ve mentioned it here before. I decided to try an experiment. What if, I didn’t go to Mass three Sundays in a row. Would I still feel as guilty after the third Sunday as I did after the first?

Well, you know what happened next, that is, if you have also woken up. My experiment produced a result I did not expect: I didn’t feel at all guilty after the very first Sunday of not going to Mass! Frankly, that pissed me off. I had been caging myself, not realizing that I didn’t have to do or not do what I had been indoctrinated to do or not do. That discovery was a revelation, and set me on my Sagittarian life quest. To just keep opening, further and further, wider and wider, no mater what.

My experiment had revealed to me that any dogma is a result of  operant conditioning, a la B. F. Skinner. It was as if I had been a rat in a cage, conditioned to follow orders, and willingly obeying them. Or, I should say, automatically obeying. Will was not involved. That would imply that my will had been free.

But wait: my will was (and is) free! That’s what I discovered. That whatever happened next was up to me. Which meant that there was no limit: I could conduct my entire life as an experiment.

Which I have done, in spades.

And furthermore, as time went on, I realized that whatever happens next fulfills my expectation, whether negative or positive. (This can be subtle. I may think I’m expecting one thing, and actually, underneath, expecting its opposite. Self-awareness is key, and must be constantly cultivated.)

Expectations, or: what I project into the future. Either fear or love. Those were and are the choices: cower before the imagined threat, or greet each and every surprising moment, as a miracle.

The first requires what we now call (on a political level) the Overton Window, a framework that determines/constrains possibilities.

The second dispenses with frameworks altogether.

I choose the second alternative: stay centered and grounded Ann, no matter what life in a body “throws” at you.

This admonition to myself is, for me, for all of us, more and more difficult to maintain. Five planets are now in fixed, airy, very very mental Aquarius; five, out of nine! They include Pluto, Sun, Venus, Mercury, and Mars. Plus, once Saturn enters fiery Aries, to join Neptune (which entered Aries on the 27th January), on February 15th, we will then be experiencing 7 out of nine planets in air and fire signs. This, folks, is lift-off.

Oops! No, wait. By that time, both Venus and Mercury will have entered the next sign, Pisces. So only three planets, not five. Plus, by February 19th, Sun will also leave Aquarius for Pisces.

One way to look at the sequence of signs around the zodiac is to say that each one corrects the excesses of the one before it.

So, with with Sun, Venus and Mercury soon shifting from Aquarius to Pisces, any heady concerns will soon be followed/overwhelmed by emotional reactions, or responses, depending on our level of conscious awareness. (Not aware, we react; aware, we respond).

Notice how confusing it is, and yes, it always is, especially now, as Pluto transits through Aquarius until 2044, with both planets (and our mentation) wandering this way and that?

And keep this in mind: Uranus is still regressing back into earthy Taurus, and of course, being eruptive Uranus, it’s wrecking/liberating/deconstructing everything we thought we could count on in this material reality.

Uranus is due to turn direct tomorrow. Tomorrow! February 4th. I imagine we will see plenty of disturbing action on this day.

Keep in mind that Taurus rules whatever makes us feel secure. And the financial system, i.e., money, has long been the way we attempt to make sure we ARE secure.

So it’s easy to predict that the already vastly disturbed financial system is to be perhaps even wrecked, by Uranus, during these few days surrounding Uranus turning direct.

Uranus entered Gemini for four months on July 8 through November 9th, 2025. That was prelude. Now comes the main deal, starting on April 27,  seven years of Uranus moving through Gemini, another very mental air sign.

So, altogether, we will have, for the brief time that Sun, Venus and Mercury, and a bit less brief, Mars, in fixed, airy Aquarius, along with Pluto (which remains there until 2044), plus Uranus in Gemini, six planets in air signs, and two (Saturn and Neptune) in fire signs. That’s eight out of nine, folks.

This folks, is ignition.

Lift-off our beloved earthy planet.

Or at least my beloved earthy planet. (Yes, my Moon is in Taurus.)

And of course with the integration of very very mental, left-brain AI, into all our thinking processes, space opens and time speeds up — to infinity.

Are we ready? I’m certainly not.