TURNING TIME! (Weird?) Forward Motion, but glitched . . .

Today both Mercury and Venus ST, i.e., SD, or Stationary Direct, pause briefly, before finally resuming forward motion, rather than the churning churning we’ve been undergoing recently.

Especially me recently, anyhow.

Plus, Mercury, at 5° Scorpio, squares transit Pluto, now at 3° Aquarius. Two fixed signs, totally at odds. Mercury holds cards close to chest, to keep Scorpio secrets; Pluto in Aquarius during these years, and also, one of the few planets now in forward motion, insists on always exploring, upending, even chaotisizing group thought. Exhausting.

This morning I noticed myself enduring a subtle, strong, interpersonal (Venus in Libra!) repeating relationship pattern, during which I became acutely aware of the deep resentment (Mercury in Scorpio) held within another; not that I can mention what it is here! It’s simply too secret to divulge without hurting the one who secretly held (holds!) that thought against me! Wow, what a convoluted way to demonstrate the combination of these two energies as they both turn to go direct!

I woke up this morning, full of energy, knowing Venus had already turned, and eager to greet the day. But that intense, subtle Scorpionic drama, only hours later, I confess, kind of derailed me. This drama is actually always present; only today did I pay close attention, consciously acknowledging it to myself, but without saying anything (Mercury in Scorpio!).

After that unsettling encounter (an ongoing somewhat subliminal situation which I for the first time not only consciously, but this time acutely, recognized and which I doubt the other person has ever consciously recognized), I had trouble getting back on track.

That said, to me it was not at all surprising that today is also Friday the 13th, the German goddess Freya’s day. I’m German, I go by the name Freya at our Dances of Universal Peace events. 13 is my numerological soul number (adding up vowels of my full name), which then reduces to a 4, symbol of the need for structure, security.

So I’d say, in my case, he usual collective sense of “Friday the 13th” seems to have heightened the doubled-over, gut-punch feeling I got inside me as I resonated with what happened this morning all day long.

Hopefully yes, this morning’s unusually conscious recognition of the deeper level of an (ongoing) encounter does signal transformation: the clearing of old stagnant, barely recognizable patterns within myself that stretch into ancestral memory.