I have the whole house for myself since Saturday night until Wednesday evening.
I had forgotten how it feels.. even the occasional loneliness feels lovely.
My energy is becoming more concentrated in the bedroom and I’m slowly allowing myself to settle in this place.
There is a cemetery around the corner of my house where I went for couple of walks. The energy there is peaceful and soothing.
I had yet another strange experience whilst giving an astrological reading. This time though it wasn’t as awkward, it was just confusing. The client didn’t seem to care much about anything.
It wasn’t difficult for me to do the reading. She was lovely and I’m sure that we could be good friends and have a laugh together.
But once more it wasn’t the kind of reading that I intend to be doing or the kind of astrology that I believe in.
There was no big insight conducive for transformation.
The lady seemed to be the epitome of Neptune. (Of the confusing side at least..)
She just didn’t know anything and didn’t truly care about what direction things were taking. She couldn’t remember what happened at certain times of her life, and with a lot of confusion in the air, even I started feeling clouded during that reading.
These last couple of readings have made me question a few things about my work as an astrologer.
Perhaps I should trust more and flow with it.
Today I was rereading Carl Jung “Man and his Symbols” and at some point, speaking of dream interpretation and the relationship between the analyst and the analysand, he says:
“The individual is the only reality. The further we move away from the individual toward abstract ideas about Homo Sapiens, the more likely we are to fall into error.”
Maybe that’s it, the more we try to fit or shove the symbols down the client’s throat the more likely we are to fall into error..