Why I Have Not Been To an Astrology Meeting in Eight Years! Continued…

Now, I’d kept my mouth shut in these meetings almost always. If you read the beginning of this, then you know I had a little thing going with the Scorp at the back of the room. But that was outside the realm of my interaction in these meetings. Why did I keep my mouth shut?

Well I have all that Capricorn and at the time, Neptune and Uranus were BAM on top it and I was not myself. Not by a shot. Basically I felt see-through, and I did what I could to keep it that way. You know. If I act invisible, then no one can see me, right?

::smiles::

Anyway, here’s what happened. The guy showed his movie and he was really into it. He was really into the planets and his enthusiasm was catching. I just remember getting a zing out of him.

He was an older man. Not that old, but quite a bit older than me at the time. He was good looking, late fifties maybe, or early sixties with white hair. But he was very boyish, and clearly thrilled with Jupiter and the chance to share his movies. This amused me, and the point?

Well the point is I kept watching movies of comets hitting stuff and I kept thinking SPERM.

Obviously, a comet looks like a sperm and I don’t mean, kind of. A comet looks exactly like a sperm, especially when it’s aimed at JUPITER, which is big and round and looks like an EGG. You don’t think so? Well you weren’t there.

A comet has a head and a tail and it’s going to penetrate Jupiter, okay? Over and over and over, because that’s what these movies were. They were simulations in advance of the event and anyway, this is what I was thinking and I was terrifically amused. I was amused because the speaker was so enthusiastic. He was charming and boyish and excited about these movies and the contrast is what got me.

He was showing us his comets like a boy, proudly showing a frog from his pocket. But I was seeing this ripe little Jupiter penetrated by the comet sperm… and I dunno. If you’re me, this is funny and regardless what you think, there I was. I was thinking all this sex stuff, up against his boyish fascination and this was the set up in the middle.

So I watched and I tried not to smile too much, or giggle although it seemed really funny to me. I just watched Jupiter get pregnant forty times! And from all sorts of angles too, which sounds sort of porno, huh?

So maybe you can see why I was having such a hard time (no pun) not laughing. I was seriously amused watching all this “sex” with this double Cancer going on and on, very much like an effervescent little boy, though obviously a highly intelligent one. He was just so happy to have such good images of this event to share, and it was like standing in some weird stream of living, that struck me as surreal.

Like the Pisces at a seminar I was at once. He sat behind me and blew on my neck. But when it came time for him to comment, that guy was right on it. He was an astute astrologer, but he was blowing at my neck for three hours, sure as shit.

I kept turning around to look at him, like what the fuck are you doing?

And he just smiled really big, like “Obviously I’m fucking with you! How do you like it?” He was totally cocky like that. Can you believe this?

And what could I do? Complain to the “teacher”?

What I did was blush. What would you do? Kick his ass? Well me too, but not with that Neptune transit. I was what you call, disabled.

I wonder what David Pond thought. He was the presenting astrologer and I was the chick in the middle, on the aisle with these bizarre face contortions going on throughout his entire talk, because the guy behind me was blowing on my neck.

And this is the kind of thing that happens when Neptune transits your ascendant, so lets just be glad it only happens every 164 years, okay?

To be continued

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