Friday, October 05, 2012
Why I Hate Saturn
A few years back I came to a decision; I would only pay attention to the major transits in Astrology. These seem to be the only things astrologers will agree on, and even then it's a crapshoot. I'll read columns by a small handful of astrologers I find interesting, and often times I do so at the end of the day to see how well they did describing what happened already. But I always keep several grains of salt in a handy travel pouch in my journeys among the stars.
Since I look as astrology as a kind of synchronistic timekeeping system, charting the cyclical and rhythmic nature of time and being, I usually have a bias for the meat and potatoes writers who look at the various movements and their "effects" (which I interpret as the movements and their correspondences). Give me at least the veneer of science- something I can wrap my head around.
You see, back in the 90s Rob Breszny kicked off a kind of New Age, touchy-feely Astrology in which the columnist would serve up a blend of Stewart Smalley-type self-affirmation sermon and neuvo-hippie tone poem (with generous dollops of PC bromide thrown in), necessitating the reader to parse the hidden meaning allegedly embedded within. Sometimes it worked, usually you cringed. And it all got reduced to the point of self-parody; you need look no further than the current atrocity in TV Guide (which once ran horoscopes by heavyweights like Patric Walker and Sally Brompton) to see how low that particular blend can go.
Whatever the skeptics may say, I've found the astrologers I pay attention to to be as least as credible as the weather services, at least when it comes to these major transits and these effects. This recent Saturn transit is a perfect example. I've written about this before, but my mind is still boggling over it. After Saturn's transit through Cancer I was assured that it would be 29 years before I had to deal with that kind of misery again, and lo and behold it was less than five.
Saturn is transiting through Libra and apparently was doing so through my 4th house? Something like that. My eyes tend to glaze over with all the charts and graphs and the rest of it. As I said, I just tend to look at the big picture. Apparently Cancerians are more vulnerable to Saturn's malign influence since the planet rules Capricorn (my mother's sign, which explains everything), which is on the opposite end of the Zodiac. Whatever the exact mechanics of all this are, I'll leave to the experts. All I know is that the effects were brutal.
And believe me; I realize that to some this all sounds like madness. And I realize that a lot of people like to chalk all of this up to the power of suggestion and all the rest of it. The problem is that the power of suggestion can't influence outside events beyond your control (at least according to the skeptical POV), nor does it influence events that occurred during previous transits when you were totally oblivious to all of this. It just doesn't work that way.
Either way, when Saturn was transiting through Cancer it was kind of like living with a physically-abusive alcoholic; you never knew what kind of nightmare was going to pop up next. I ended up in the hospital quite a few times and things just generally went to hell. This recent Saturn in Libra thing was more like walking around with fifty pound sacks of wet sand on my back. Everything just ground down, like driving a car with four flat tires. Of course, the daily burden of managing a severe chronic pain condition doesn't make any of this any easier.
I wish I could say it was all a blessing in disguise but I just don't see it at the moment. Certainly the Saturn in Cancer transit presaged a major reinvention, leading to the books and this blog and all the rest of it. But then Saturn shows up again and basically shits all over it. So what's the point? I'm trying to make sense of it all but the jury is still good and out.
Maybe this is the point where I peddle a bunch of rehashed Nietzschean twaddle about the glory of struggle and overcoming the odds, but on one hand Nietzsche was a genius and the other he was just another shut-in and momma's boy with a brain was rotted out by syphilis. So maybe that doesn't do much in the way of applications.
Because we've been sold this bill of goods about the glory of hardship and redemptive qualities of struggle, predominantly by an over-privileged class of parasites, who've never experienced a single day of hardship in their lives. But the fact is that these narratives are all deeply subjective and highly mythologized (being charitable), and the sooner we dispense with the new ubermenschen archetype the better. It's all fine and good to overcome the odds and all the rest, but it's no way to write policy.
So maybe if there is a lesson in all of this is that suffering isn't some political issue that can be resolved or some question of ideology that can all be wished away by some magical force like the gold standard or the hidden hand of the markets. Sometimes shit just happens. Sometimes it's written in the stars.
I realize this all wades into thorny territory, and I realize how much of this mythos is primarily- if not exclusively- informed by long-standing racial resentments in my own country. But the fact remains that the people who seem to buy into this bootstrap delusion the most these days- meaning the white working class- also have the most to lose if in fact it were to be enacted. I can't help but wonder if that's been the idea all along.
In the meantime, everyone keep an eye on Saturn. It doesn't matter how you think you have, he'll take it all away from you if you don't watch out...
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