49 posts tagged “saturn return”

So, my Pisces Moon mom has just been totally effing crazy all last week, and Teh Crazy is continuing this week. Alas, she has to use up her vacation time this week, so she is spending it calling me at work wanting to cry and go over drama (thanks, Mom), AND she can't find anyone who wants to hang out with her in this mood. Can't imagine why.

So, astrology: just coming out of an exact Saturn Return again for her, transiting Pluto square her natal Venus, nearing the end of Uranus through her seventh house. Progressed moon in seventh (trining Saturn for awhile) and she is screaming for a partner and nobody's giving it to her. Whee.

Then I get e-mail from my Pisces Moon BF, so I analyzed her tarot reading. Moral of the story: COOL IT WITH THE EMOTIONS, 'CAUSE THEY ARE MAKING YOU CRAZY AND YOU GET NOTHING DONE.

Her astrology: progressed moon in seventh, progressed Pluto/Venus/Sun trine and Mars opposed to Pluto.

I am so the person with No Sympathy For Your Pain this week.

Another Saturn Return story, but much less with the answers and much more with the panic so far.

Again from reading Rolling Stone (though this article isn't online at all), I found an article on Conor Oberst and how he was making musical changes in his life.

"Oberst clearly grappled with the transitional period referenced in that album's liner notes: when "mighty Saturn enters your eighth house"--the late-20's threshold between youth and adulthood, when friendships die and beliefs change. He stopped recording for the label he co-founded, Saddle Creek. He broke up with his longtime girlfriend, singer-songwriter Maria Taylor. (He remains single.) He even decided to retire the name Bright Eyes, his main musical identity since age 18. "It's such a big part of my life," he says. "But it does feel like it needs to stop at some point," which he plans to achieve with one final record. "I'd like to clean it up, lock the door, say goodbye."

After untethering himself from so many things at once, Oberst felt adrift. "I didn't want to go to Omaha, didn't want to go to New York, didn't want to be around anything that I'd known before," he says. "The idea of going to another universe sounded fantastic to me." So last year, Oberst traveled to the Mexican mountainside village of Tepoztlan, in the Valle Mistico, which he first heard about after a tour stop in Mexico City. Known for its UFO sightings and huge Aztec pyramid and as the birthplace of the feathered serpent god, Quetzalcoatl, the place seemed to offer solace and restoration. "It's a magical, magical place," Oberst says. "If you go down to the Pyramid of the Sun, climb that thing and stare out--it's hard not to feel something. To me, that Native American idea that you can see the reflection of everything in nature and in each other seems really true."

Oberst chose this valley to open a new musical chapter in his life. He found an adobe building and had instruments and a special 16-track recorder brought in. "I really wanted this particular machine that M. Ward records on," says Oberst. "It's like this magical, supermellow sound, like a warm old quilt." Then he called some friends: Bright Eyes keyboardist-arranger Nathaniel Walcott, Rilo Kiley drummer Jason Boesel, bassist Macey Taylor, Thrasher photographer-turned-singer-songwriter Nik Freitas and Taylor's friend from Birmingham, Alabama, guiltarist Taylor Hollingsworth. Together in the adobe cabin, this group--soon to be dubbed the Mystic Valley Band--cut the 2008 disc Conor Oberst, his first record since he was 16 not credited to Bright Eyes."

Nikki Sixx's Saturn Return.

The Eagles.

I can't believe I've never mentioned this book on here, but according to the searches I really haven't. Bizarre. So here you go.

(Astrology note: Mary's horoscope is impossible. It's oddly similar to mine, and there's no way the girl is a Scorpio Sun with Mercury in Aries. I'm inclined to think the original chart they worked off of/fudged was a Taurean chart, or at least on the Aries/Taurus/Gemini side of the zodiac!)

As Mary Forrest turns 29, she goes to see an Indian astrologer, who tells her of the SR and says stuff like "You have to kill your father." Well, Mary's is dead, so this is gonna be more in the metaphorical sense.

In Mary's case, her SR has the following events:

• her mother deteriorates and dies.
• she reconnects with other family members.
  
• she reconnects with her first love, Austin. I must point out that she was dating Austin during HIS Saturn Return, which didn't go at all well for him and involved a lot of addictive substances.
  
• she kind of drifts away from her career (Mary's got enough money that she won't have to worry about employment) and starts taking up stuff like yoga.
  

Okay, wacky idea, but I figured it might be a good one to mention characters who relate to this topic.

The setup: Maxi Amberville is 29 years old at the start of the novel. She's spent almost her entire life as a charming party girl, the sort who gets voted class president just before she gets expelled. She's held one job in her life as an intern for one of her father's magazines (he has a magazine publishing company), which she was a total dilettante about ("Lunch! Three free hours to shop!") until a hunky fellow named Rocco was hired. Maxi immediately became the world's most helpful assistant to him, and later ended up marrying him/having his kid before the marriage blew up after about a year. Since then she's been divorced two more times after impulsively marrying two other blokes. Her second husband, known as Bad Dennis Brady, well...it's a good thing he inherited money, because he had no interests other than boating, gambling, and boinking. Maxi got fed up with his lack of ambition and then ended up marrying a guy with ambition...only he was kind of nuts and his ambition had more to do with the past than anything else. So, basically, she's gotten married a few times, raised a kid, and shopped a lot. Her goal in life is the Search for the Ultimate Fun.

Then Maxi finds out that her evil uncle Cutter has just married her widowed mother (yes, this is partly a retelling of Hamlet, but with less deaths) and taken over the family company. Which he means to destroy. None of Toby Amberville's kids showed interest in taking over the biz in the first place (Maxi was partying, Justin was roaming the world, and Toby is legally blind), so you'd think nobody would care if he starts cutting corners, right? Well, Maxi, who was her daddy's favorite, pitches a fit and demands control of one of the to-be-axed magazines. She picks "Buttons and Bows", the first magazine her dad ever founded, on a whim. It seems like a pretty stupid whim when she goes down to the place and finds it pretty well dead already.

So Maxi decides to create a new magazine on top of the old one. She buys every magazine she can find on the stands, reads them all, and gets vastly furious with the "shame, shame, you're not good enough" messages of every dang women's magazine out there. (AMEN TO THAT.) Her magazine idea then becomes "B&B, the magazine that loves you." It's all about fun. Reusing stuff in your closet, amusing celebrity confessionals, and no shaming and guilting! Much to her surprise, Maxi finds that the Ultimate Fun is...work. Who knew?

Maxi's birthday isn't outright stated in the book, but it's indicated to be in August. No way in hell is she a Virgo, so clearly she's a showboat Leo kinda girl.

I looked at the links on Metafilter for this guy, read his writing, thought "What a narcissistic douche, and his writing is boring, yawn" and clicked away, but then for some reason I read the article about his blog. And I couldn't help but take note:

"On March 3, 2009, Arthur Kadyshes quit his job as a financial adviser at an American Express franchise in Conshohocken, changed his name to Arthur Kade, and embarked on “The Journey.” 
“The Journey” (his capitalization and punctuation) had been a long time in the making, the product of several converging events: an awakening timed to his 30th birthday in 2008, years of psychotherapy, the dissolution of a relationship with a woman to whom he’d almost become engaged. “It got to a point where I went into work one day and there was no passion,” Kade says of the career he had “conquered,” the salary “in the six figures,” the townhouse “professionally decorated with designer furniture,” trips to the “most exotic places in the world,” sex with “the most beautiful women in the world.” “I’m a passion-driven person,” he says.
Kade has given himself three years — and approximately $500,000 from the sale of his financial-planning franchise — in which to become a Hollywood actor, in the vein of “Bruce Willis or Mel Gibson or Christian Bale.” Never mind that his entire acting experience had hitherto been limited to a theater minor from Temple. He’s rented out his townhouse, taken up residence on various friends’ Center City couches, and hired an agent. He spends every day scouring acting websites, makes regular trips to New York for auditions, works out twice a day, takes Botox injections as well as a potentially dangerous over-the-counter muscle builder, plus the virulent anti-acne drug Accutane for his adult acne, and has accepted all the low-paying, non-speaking “background work” he can get — “I’m not a fan of the term ‘extra,’” he says, “it’s demeaning in my eyes” — including on the TV show Gossip Girl as well as in a movie being filmed in New York and the M. Night Shyamalan movie currently being filmed here.
All of which means a few years back, this would have marked the end of this story. Barring a lightning strike, “The Journey” would almost certainly have ended with Kade fading away to nothingness. But Arthur Kade made a fateful decision — to launch the website Arthurkade.com.
The result is a blog that is equal parts diary, public exhibition and, in the eyes of many, train wreck. It has made him a cult hero — or, more accurately, villain — not only here in Philadelphia, but, as ridiculous as it sounds, around the world."

Honestly, he still sounds like a douche, but I can't help but notice the dramatic Saturn Return behavior turn here. And I kind of have to admire him deciding to go after a goal like that.

My Tryst With Saturn. Hoo boy, is it ever.

Here. And here. Good reading.