Never thought of myself as needing rescuing, until a few months ago. One day I read, ‘Uranus entering your Second House indicates a man will come into your life and change it forever.’
I really do not like being told what to do and part of that is my aversion to using Tarot cards or depending on Astrology to make decisions.
However!
The following week I met someone. Odd fellow. I never get interested in men unless they are odd. Perhaps it’s the Venus trine Uranus trine Jupiter and square Moon… I shall let you do the research.
Anyway, I was in a pickle. Over the next few weeks after I met him, I found myself moving home for the third time in a few months with the real estate agent renegotiating on everything they shook hands on: ‘it’s not in the lease so FUCK YOU.’
This left me with half an apartment of belongings to squeeze into a small room. A small and already-furnished room. ‘NO belongings may be stored outside the room you are renting.’
The double garage full of a drugo’s junk was proof of that.
I repeatedly asked for support but got none… until this odd fellow and I started chatting.
As it turned out, he had gone through even worse circumstances 10 years previously and, later I would realise, was his motivation for assisting me.
For rescuing me.
‘Would you like to come to Italy with me? I’ll pay for the tickets and accommodation, don’t worry.’
FUCK, YES.
So, off to Italy I went with him…
The thing about odd men is that they are odd. Inexplicably, I find odd men incredibly attractive. I have only ever fallen in love, become smitten with, odd men. I am still in love with the odd men of my past, even though I may never speak with them again… But there are two odd men in my live right now.
Unlike many people, my love does not reduce or weaken, and this means either over time or across people: it increases. The more people in my life that I love, the stronger my love generates.
Loving only one seems to crush my feelings of love until they fragment and disperse like ashes after a bush fire. I hate being alone with only one other.
I have felt such universal and constructive love, love which empowers me beyond conscience, conscious of the loveliness of humanity, when I have more than only one to love.
Wrestling with jealousy in my 20s became a challenge to my psychology: dare I let insecurity or any other type of fear defeat my joy?
(If you answer otherwise than ‘no’ here, I entreat you to get to know me better.)
I am so driven to overcome all impediments to growth, to happiness, to love, that I find it difficult to relate to others. However, I know I am right to pursue my course.
Perhaps T-square to Chart Ruler Mars from Sun opposite Neptune describes this for those who wish to research. Mars is in Pisces in the 11th, for the curious.
My care, my concern, my desperate need to nurture, pours out of me into my men and I really hope no one dares hurt them. I am concerned about my reactions to those threats.
And so I observe how each of them adjusts to my love for them, a love which I doubt either has ever received before. I respond to each of their insights and effort to actualise themselves. I love them.
And so I was rescued a few months ago, as indicated by Uranus entering my Second House. My life flipped upside down and all for the better, yet not without consequence to the men I love the most.
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