Mercury & Miscellanea on Monday

We pause our regular programming for this announcement:

Mercury turns direct this week! Thursday, September 22 at 1:30 in the morning East Coast time (so 10:30 Wednesday Pacific Coast time).

Resumes direct motion at 14 degrees Libra.

So whatever’s have wonky … delayed … out of sorts … out of sync … frustrating  … needing adjustments then more adjustments to fix those adjustments! … those heightened annoyances, oversights, errors, miscommunications … that sense of trudging through mud uphill will abate!

The brakes will be lifted and the car can move forward again — as of around Saturday.

Takes a few days to shake off the retrograde dust and be in the clear to initiate action, sign contracts, say what you mean and be heard for what you mean, generally progress or get things moving forward again.

End of September’s stacked with notable astrological shiftings on the heels of Merc turning direct on the 22nd (or 21st depending on location):

The equinox, in Libra, on Sept. 22.

Pluto turns direct on Sept. 26, after 5 months of retrograde. Distant Pluto  moves like molasses so extended retrogrades are normal, unlike quicksilver Mercury.

Mars enters Capricorn on Sept. 27, finally moving past its own retrograde cycles through summer basically. (Mars rarely retrogrades so its effects are noticeable.)

Last but not least: The new moon Sept. 30. In Libra, at 8 degrees so it’ll pass over the spot — at 14 Libra — where Mercury turned direct.

My take on all this is that these past 6 months, or from about April, have been Movers and Shakers. Shakeups. Shakedowns. Really big moves thwarted, frustrated, incomplete or if completed only with arduousness, effort and muscle — physical, mental or both!

Like, say, a series of earthquakes and tremors that keep on comin’!

Perhaps all that change, upheaval, chaos has been welcomed. Perhaps not. One thing’s for certain: It’s been confusing! Taxing even. Scary – probably. Because of the Pluto, Mars and Merc retrogrades and other planetary alignments.

Come October, things’ll begin to settle some. New realities will begin to take hold, stabilize. Fresh or altered situations and alliances will find their groove and/or you within them.

In short, everything or anything that got tossed up into the air in a seeming free-for-all-fall since spring’ll begin to make sense.

If earthquakes haven’t shaken your life, count yourself lucky!! haha, kidding. Everyone’s natal chart is unique, thereby enhancing or mitigating these universal shiftings.

Nonetheless, no one can escape ’em entirely! Unless you happen to live in a cave or atop a mountain maybe. 🙂

Anyhow, enough astro ramblings for today. Just wanted to note Mercury turning direct anon and other newsworthy shifts as September rolls into closure.

Reckon October’ll bring a flowy-ness that’s been in short supply for a while. I’m looking forward to it! And to Halloween, just around the corner. It’ll be here before you can say BOO!

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The handwriting’s on the wall.

Or the voice.

It’s coming.

Sure as a doctor’s visit you may dread. Sure as the Thanksgiving feast you anticipate. Sure as the rain will fall tomorrow someplace in the world or the sun shine.

It’s coming. Can’t be stopped. The period at the end of this story. The closing of this chapter. The turning of the page.

It’s coming. I know that it is by the voice message this morning. From my boss, in his gentle, even, low-key tone. Nothing in the voice or content — a simple request for a callback — alerts to what is coming.

But I know. The end is here. I saw the ad for my job on craigslist three days ago.

How do I feel?  Isn’t that the question we normally ask ourselves or another   at the loss of a job or income?

Relieved.

This was a dream job. I worked hard, persistently and passionately, for a year for a foot in the door.

For the first year, year-and-a-half, I was like a pregnant lady. Glowing. Just to be there. Doing something I love. For a workplace I love/d. {part of me still does, always will.} For a community I love

Then it went south. The backstory: long and complicated. Reader’s Digest version: a coworker turned abusive toward me, singularly. With the need to stay silent; to inform the boss would cost me my job. Coworker’s seniority and skills outranked me.

And he was / is untouchable. The made man in the mob.

Even if management did believe the accounts of abuse … even if he did cop up to them instead of deny … they’d still keep him and let me go. He wears that aura of Untouchable well.

In fact, he’s a big bully. Perpetually saddled in his high horse. Good at his job most of the time. Long invested in the station and they in him.

At 2 years against his around 5, I can’t compete. Or survive the cut to dispel our “personal differences.”

And then there’s Stacy. Not her real name. The newest employee who arrived, coincidentally, at the same time stuff nosedived with the kingpin.

Those two buddied up as workmates. Two peas in the pod.

Again, more secrets. What the boss doesn’t know of is Stacy’s assault of me. It was verbal, right after she’d started there. Outside away from everyone’s ears but mine. It was terrible. Reportable.

But I held back. One, I didn’t think my boss would believe me. I saw how everyone in the office, including him, fawned over her. The Sycophantic Schmoozing Cunt. A phony self-serving cunt bitch who has everyone fooled. Except me.

Two-faced “always smiling always cheerful” bitch armed with a knife for the back of any one, primarily female, who got in her way in her climb to success.

And if I told anyone who she REALLY is, they’d laugh in my face, call me nuts, rally around her. I’d be the outcast in their circle of Lies and Facades.

Not a bad place to be, mind you, but not exactly conducive to harmonious work relationships either.

Her arrival altered the entire dynamic of the workplace. (We’re a small staff of a dozen so doesn’t take much.)

The Bully wanted me gone. The Cunt too.

And my boss hadn’t a clue! All he saw was “personality conflicts.”

If only … if only it had been so simple.

The abuse came in different forms, mostly from the made man. None of that matters now.

Well, that’s a lie. It does matter. It’s what triggered the landslide that I rode to the Exit. If not by my boss’s action, my own initiative.

The dream job turned into a nightmare. With no end in sight: save my employment.

My boss’s call this morning tells me Time’s Up. You’re being replaced by someone who can work with S. the kingpin.

I’m ready to let it go.

Perhaps I already have. I dunno. This job has been a part of my life — a significant part — for more than two years. A veritable lifetime for me!

Don’t know what it’s like NOT to go to the radio station every day of the week seven days a week, for an hour here, 6 hours there, 8 hours here.

What I don’t know is what it’s like to have both antagonists (bully and cunt) out of my life. To be free of their bullshit. His booming hostility and nuclear glares through the glass of the station booths that could melt butter in a second. Her manipulative bitch ways.

 

What I don’t know is: What will take the place of the radio station job. From perspective of both career and income.

I didn’t call my boss back. Not because of fear. I know what’s coming.

Instead, I’m going to stop by. Do this in person. My dream job deserves that.

Just two things left to do.

One, learn the final departure day.

Two, whether the bully, long involved in this conflict, will be staying. I assume so but there’s a small chance the station will cut their losses with him too.

Three, rewrite a draft letter to the boss of the incidences and colleague’s truly bad behavior that crossed both professional and personal lines and show disrespect to me as well as the station.

I can tell the story now that I’m leaving. Because whereas before I had something to lose — my job — now I’ve nothing to lose. And only one thing to gain.

Correction: Two.

  • The freedom to tell the truth
  • The opportunity to redream a  better dream job.

What better time than during a Mercury retrograde! The time of REs: rethink … redo … reconsider … review.

I’m REady to go. To let go. To be free and in gratitude for what was given to me: a job I loved for a good while. At a radio station I love/d.

Thank you thank you thank you.

Ohhhhmmmm … my, Mercury’s gone reverse

Il est arrivé.

At 10. 20 a.m. Pacific Daylight Time, 1.20 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. 23 degrees Taurus.

Mercury retrograde.

So much is written, including by moi, on the Do’s and Don’ts of Mercury retro. The Planet of Communication in reverse is much maligned, misunderstood and misperceived.

Like OH THE SKY IS FALLING!!!

Not-breaking news: It’s not falling. News is:

Mercury, as ruler of Gemini, rules transportation, communication, information exchange, mental processes, thought, scheduling, things electrical and mechanical.

Think of Mercury as a connector. A plug connecting us to the external world and the internal.

In a retro, these things turn wonky. Unreliable. Unpredictable. Static-y.

A person says one thing. The other person hears something entirely different. Or misses some element.

The brain is out to lunch. So mistakes happen at work caused by inattention. The Zone Out. Even otherwise routine tasks have to be redone. Mistakes occur, corrections are required. Hiccups. Burps. Glitches. Annoyances. These are Mercury in reverse.

Fresh ventures don’t pan out. Anything begun in a Mercury retro is pockmarked by annoyances, twists and turns. Example: A job started in a retro will NOT look the same down the road. Avoid signing contracts!

The exception is if you return to a job — the actual place and employer of the past.

Sign a lease, same thing. Unless you lived in that very house/rental prior.  Occupancy will end prematurely and/or will be laced with problems that you’ll want to move. Noisy obnoxious neighbors or barking dog next door anyone?

Do NOT under any circumstances make major purchases! Especially vehicles, computers, appliances, things mechanical, electric. They’ll be buggy, at worse a lemon, for as long as you have them.

Essentially, Mercury retro is all about the RE.

  • Review.
  • Redo.
  • Rethink.
  • Re-examine.
  • Reflect.

Mercury retro used productively means for example:

CLEAN OUT YOUR CLOSETS. Rid yourself of clutter. REview what is essential and bid bye-bye to the unnecessary and the dross.

Rethink before you hit the send button on those emails. Are you communicating succinctly. If it can be misconstrued by the recipient, then assume it’ll be. Take steps to minimize miscommunication.

The retro’s perfect for REvisiting your work, editing manuscripts, drafts for fellow writers and editors.

REflect on the past. It’s common for people of our past to REappear. Whether that’s positive or negative, only you can determine. BUT know this. Just because a former love of your life, friend or significant other returns is NOT a sign you should REunite.

Because Merc retro brings the past to us to REview and REthink. To heal the old and move on when Mercury resumes direct motion in a month.

Allow extra time in traveling. Be it on the road, by air or sea, delays are to be expected. Mercury does not GUARANTEE it, rather significantly heightens the possibility.

Fender-benders are very common in a retro. Because people are inattentive. More than usual that is. The best offense thus is to drive super-defensively. Expecting the worst and acting accordingly will help protect you.

I hope this short-short course on Merc retro helps.

It’ll be over. Officially May 22. Add a few days for the dust to clear in the back-end shadow. So about a month from now, we’ll be in good to go and things can begin moving forward productively and cleanly again.

Until then, practice:

zen

Zen

My oh my, say bye-bye to Mercury retro

It’s over! Officially today. Until April 28 anyways.

I speak of course of Mercury retrograde.

Mercury reversed course on Jan. 5. at 1 degrees Aquarius. Today, 3-1/2-weeks later, it’s at 14 degrees Capricorn. It turned stationary direct — meaning the planet quit retrograding and slowly resumes its “normal” forward motion — at 4:50 p.m. East Coast time.

The Web’s replete with the Mercury retrograde phenomenon (from both an astronomical and astrological perspective), the Do’s and Do Not’s and making positive use of energies when the planet of communication’s traveling in reverse.

As it does typically four times a year for around 3-1/2 weeks at a stint.

But wait!

The next Merc retrograde is nearly four weeks long! {Ugh} From April 28 to May 22. Wholly in Taurus, from 23 degrees down to 14. Simply put, write off May for any new commitments, ventures, adventures, contracts, new jobs, productive job searches for starters!

I enthusiastically welcome Mercury ending its retro and resuming direct motion today — even more than usual — because I. Really. Felt. This. One. Details unimportant. Suffice it to say that these past few weeks have been like walking around wearing a vice clamp.

Or driving with one foot on the accelerator and the other on the brake.

You don’t get far. You get nowhere: slowly.

But now, with the Mercury retro brake off, I feel free to begin moving forward again.

Speaking of cars …

The lock cylinder on my car door disassembled again. {It happened several years ago.} The spring clip (I believe) came loose and fell into the driver’s door.

Result: The keyhole is not secured flush to the door; to avoid risk of lockouts, I’m not locking the car door.

Fortunately my home and goings-about are in good areas.

The driver’s door needs to be disassembled and the spring clip retrieved by mechanics with those skills and tools. (I have neither!) Arranging that appointment anon.

Mercury retrograde. Things mechanical (and electrical) can turn wacky ‘n’ wonky.

In short, if y’all have found these first few weeks of the new year to be draggy … funky … marked by hiccups … slow starts with no finishes or no starts at all … minor mishaps, misfortunes, misfires or missed connections, you can thank Mercury retrograde.

And rest easy knowing that this 3-1/2-week period’s over. Officially today. The foot’s off the celestial brake; things should and can get rolling again.

Until April 28. That retro’s gonna be a doozy. Alas, I shan’t get ahead of ourselves. Let us cheer today’s Mercury’s return to forward motion in the skies … and our lives!

Musings of a Mercury-retro’d mind …

What is it that makes a cup of coffee taste differently day to day?

The same coffee selection at the same cafe.

It’s not really the coffee that’s changed. Same beans. Same ground. Same ceramic cups and saucers. Same pour. Same pitcher. Same half-and-half. Day in and day out.

It’s the experience of it that’s altered. The ephemeral. The intangibles. The ever-flowing and ever-altering peculiarities and details of any given moment in any given day that influence the experience and Enjoyment Factors of that coffee.

Yesterday I came to this very cafe. A daily jaunt it is not but I come regularly enough to know the baristas and cashiers on a superficial friendly basis.

My order’s unchanged most visits: a small Americano in a real cup with a little room.

Yet somehow yesterday’s Americano brought more pleasure than today’s. Why? None of the “ingredients” were changed.

Was it the friendliness of the barista? Her mood? A smile yesterday that wasn’t forthcoming today?

Was it the vibe in the cafe? Less crowded than yesterday. I was even able to get my favorite table with the wall outlet nearby for the laptop!

Was it the time of day? Unlikely. High noon visits both days.

I can’t pinpoint exactly why it is that today’s Americano — which is no different from the others enjoyed on many days prior — grabbed me less than yesterday’s. One that, as a matter of fact, so hit the spot that I had a second! Highly unusual.

Whereas at this very moment as I note the teaspoon of java and trace of finest grounds resting at the bottom of the white cup, my desire — my enthusiasm — for a second cup is zero.

I could get all metaphysical and philosophical about a simple cup of coffee and the causes for the shiftings in pleasure, in enjoyment, in experience elicited by that same beverage day to day.

Granted, it’s not the IDENTICAL cup of coffee day to day. I’m only contemplating malleability and altered experience with an object* held constant.

*a “mundane” object at that!

Imagine the implications when a mundane object such as a cup of coffee or a meditation boulder in the garden is replaced by a person or collective event! Mind-blowing!

I know not why these musings are floating about today. Who am I to understand myself or the way my strange mind works!

Perhaps it can be attributed in part to Mercury retrograde. About 7 degrees Gemini today (June 3). (A week from Friday it turns stationary direct, yey!) Mercury retro in Gemini and personally in my 12th house lends itself to odd contemplations, seclusion, withdrawal, meanderings private and internal.

The presence of Sun and Mars both in mid-Gemini also languishing through that same 12th house of contemplations and privacy only add (mental) fuel to the (conceptual airy Gemini) fire.

Think of a robed monk alone atop a hill or in the forest meditatively questioning the nature of things and having no answers. Only question after question whose answers — if he’s lucky enough to receive any! — only leads to more questions.

Suddenly I’m restless. Time to repack the backpack and venture yonder. I’ve truly no idea why I write on this topic today! A topic inspired by coffee — GOOD coffee, the best Americano in town! — in a basic unadorned white ceramic cup with a small unadorned eggshell plate (a stand-in saucer) beneath.

A reminder perhaps that rich, fluid and thought-provoking dimensions lie behind the most banal or mundane of all things …

Astro chatter: Retro Mercury’s about to change its flight path

Two days and counting.

A few hours shy of 48 hours until retrograding Mercury turns stationary direct.

It’s not that I’m at odds with Mercury retrograde. On the contrary. I’ve gained valuable insight, knowledge and understanding of Mercury in retrograde, what it means, what to do and not do during the 3-1/2 weeks of retrograde (closer to 8 weeks when including the front- and back-end shadows). Both life experience and Mercury have schooled me well on how to ride the bumpy surf that Mercury retro is.

So I’m counting the days not because of the retrograde itself, rather the sign it’s now traveling in. Aquarius. An air sign.

That’s made the ride dicier and challenging for me because I’ve no planets in air signs. Not a one. Closest I get is Mars in 28 degrees Taurus. A mere 3 degrees from Gemini. Hence there is some bleed-through that imbues my Taurus Mars with Gemini qualities.

Still, it is Mars in Taurus. As Mars likes to remind me. Moreso it’s Pluto, in Leo in exact square to Mars, that won’t let me forget! Those two are rugged individually. Together, they’re powerful forces. When tension arises {square = tension}, when their synergetic powers are unleashed, wow, get out of the way! They could move a mountain. Or bring down a 30-story building with two hands.

On the other hand, squares do bring immense challenges and opportunities for growth and evolution. With Mars the physical planet and Pluto the one of profound creative transformation, truly great things can be accomplished when their energies are harnessed and directed toward transformation and healing.

Squares (a square = 90 degrees planetary separation, with a 5-degree window on either side) often get a bad rap in astrology. I’ve been guilty of it. They are NOT easy, granted. When employed wisely, however, squares are enormous tools and avenues for soul growth. More so than with any other aspect in astrology, methinks. “No one works harder than someone with a square” is what I’d say!

I digress. Back to Mercury retrograding in airy Aquarius (from 17 to 4 degrees). I’ve no planets in air and hence am feeling the edginess (along with millions of others). Mercury retro in Aquarius will do that to anyone. Point is, as primarily a water baby and secondarily an earth mama, Mercury retro in any air sign is bound to rattle my cage pretty significantly.

In astrology, Aquarius is air. Air is mental. Thoughts. Dialogues happening in the head with one’s self or others. For me, as water baby and earth mama, there’s no place to plant the feet or waters to soothe the soul.

Merc retro in Aquarius is a hamster spinning circles on its wheel. “I can get there. I can get there. Wait, where the fuck am I going? Didn’t I cover this ground like 1,000 times already?!”

Revisiting. One of the effects of Merc retro. So not a bad thing by any means. But it’s hard to get outta the head when Mercury’s retro in an air sign (air signs = Aquarius, Gemini, Libra).

So in a way, Wednesday morning, when retro ends and Mercury resumes direct motion, can’t come soon enough! Of course, it will come when it comes and I’ll wait patiently. One cannot hurry the river, even when that river is flowing in reverse. A good analogy for Merc retro. There’s still that back-end shadow until March 2; however, the dust will begin to lift and air clear by Valentine’s Day.

Once Mercury leaves Aquarius and enters Pisces (on March 14, a day before my birthday!), I expect to be feeling better than I have. For starters, Pisces is my sign and its water my element. Probably bring a spring back to my step and ease that hamster-on-the-wheel retro effect.

I cringe to look ahead to the next retrograde. But I will. May 18-June 11. In Gemini (13 to 4 degrees). Also an air sign. That’ll be a doozy, for everyone and me too ’cause it’ll be in my 12th house {eeeyow!} With May still months away, I’m not gonna obsess or bite my nails just yet. I’ll hafta hang tight through that Merc-retro in Gemini surf! Or is that hang 10?! {Perhaps a poster of this on the wall would be a helpful reminder come May!)
ridingtheretrosurf

Mercury retro through 12th house: Ouch.

Today, Monday, June 30, marks not only the last day of the month but the final day of the Mercury retrograde.

Whew! Been a rugged one and a whopper! — as I knew it’d be.

Mercury turned retro on June 7 for its standard 3-1/2-week retro that happens about every three months. (FYI, next one’s in early October.)

This one saw Mercury retro from 3 degrees Cancer to 24 degrees Gemini — the degree at which it turns stationary direct tomorrow, July 1, at 5:50 a.m. my time (Pacific Standard). So when I arise, Mercury’ll have juuuust begun to resume direct motion. Nice way to wake up, I’ll take it!

The goals of this post isn’t to articulate the meaning and purpose of Merc retro. There’s tons of info online, with cafe astrology offering a good basic introduction. Neither is it to convert skeptics or disbelievers of astrology or Mercury retro specifically.

No.

I merely want to acknowledge that this one’s been a doozy. I really did feel it — in my body, in my central nervous system, in my thoughts system — in the weeks preceding the retro date of June 7, aka the roughly 2-week shadow period.

In my experience, this retro has been especially nerve-wracking and hard-hitting due to its journey through my natal chart: exclusively through my 12th house, the house of privacy, solitude, secrets hidden, confinement. It’s called the House of the Unconscious and Self-Undoing.

I like this excerpt on the 12th house:

“The last house of the zodiac also recognizes that we can feel bound in life — stuck and confined. For this reason, this house rules jails, hospitals, institutions, asylums and any space that inhibits freedom. More gloominess in the 12th comes in the form of danger, secret enemies and clandestine affairs. Beware!”

Don’t know that I’d caution “Beware!” … rather “Be Aware” of the seclusionary aspect of the 12th house.

Not to divert from the topic of Merc retrograding through my 12th. I’ve strongly felt it for the house AND the signs it’s crossed — from Cancer into Gemini.

Mercury rules Gemini, its natural sign, imbuing this retro with a certain level of ease not experienced when Merc retros through other signs, say, Virgo. Thank god for small favors!

Still.

Merc retrograding in the 12th AND in Gemini is, in my chart, a double whammy. Not only is it stirring up a LOT of subconscious/unconscious material of an unpleasant nature — depression and a fair lifetime of lack of support being central — it’s also turned on the Negative Thinking due to the Gemini influence (Gemini’s all mental).

The result: a rehashing of my past (Merc retro) of the worst kind (seclusion, isolation, loneliness, lack of support — all 12th house matters) in first Cancer (emotion, the heart, nurturing) and then Gemini (the mind).

That’s a fairly concise summation of this Merc retro!

I’m in no mood to recount (or revisit) what’s gone on at the job or in my mind in these past 3-1/2 weeks of the retro.

Rather, I wish only to acknowledge that it’s been rugged. Like … well … as if I went down into the basement … found several large suitcases containing old painful past issues … opened some up to explore their contents … then carried and/or dragged the suitcases back and forth back and forth across the basement floor … up the stairs … through the house (not my house, my roommate’s) … to the job … then back home (not my home) … back into the cellar … every day the same actions.

All 12th house stuff. All in solitude, isolation, lack of support.

I’m not bemoaning the process, the struggles or the challenges with some dark demons that’ve ensued. “What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger” goes the adage.

Don’t know that I actually agree with that. Strength consisting of gritting one’s teeth and enduring COME HELL OR HIGH WATER — LIFE IS BUT A FIGHT TO SURVIVE — isn’t necessarily the best or healthiest sort of strength to have.

Sometimes having strength requires: letting go. And I’m first to admit that that remains a huge challenge for this person who’s still alive, despite a truly hard and deprived life, because I’ve practiced Endure: COME HELL OR HIGH WATER from Day 1.

Well, these are some of my contemplations as Mercury completes its retro today. Early tomorrow morn, it resumes its direct course, slowly at first, then gaining steam. It’s been a slog this round … though I’ve been extraordinarily mindful and respectful of the planet’s retro period, which is likely the singlemost important tool that helped maintain some level of sanity.

Or at least didn’t deliver me unto insanity (again, 12th house!) … so it’s all the same.

Well, this has been a contemplative post and perhaps “rambly” to outsiders yet these were things that had to be acknowledged and written. (Why I apologize for writing and/or expressing myself is curios and harmful to my nature and aspirations as a writer.)

Guess that I also wanna say sorry for not writing more during this retro. I was told that I’d need to write and write a lot through it and I didn’t. My posts in the past 3-1/2 weeks register nary a blip; my journal fares little better.

The Beast that is Depression has had me in its clutches. And Depression has no voice. It blackens everything. It grays out your very breath. In the clutches of Depression, I cannot breathe, never mind have the energy to pick up a pen. That’s how it goes with Depression. It kills or sucks the life out of everything it its path. Be it heart or home, mind or soul.

On that note, I’ll say toodles … and yey! yey! to Mercury as he resume direct tomorrow. Deliverance is the word that flashes ….