Well I have another manifestation of Mars Saturn to report and I like doing this, by the way. Because like I said at the beginning of this thread, Mars Saturn has a terrifically bad reputation in astrology. So I think it’s good to throw all these various manifestations of this energy up here to illustrate two things.

First that when you have an aspect in your chart, it shows up everywhere, all the time. It pervades your life. And secondly, the list of ways a particular aspect or energy can play is endless so when you read somewhere that Mars Saturn is cruel… period; you can know this is ludicrous. It is one person’s observation based on their experience, or worse, it’s based on what they read somewhere else and are now repeating because they have no idea of their own.

So anyway, I’m going to tell a story about Mars Saturn, along with some other things and this is the beginning of it.

I mentioned that I got a better workout when the Salesman was in the vicinity. And the difference isn’t mild, it’s extreme. For example, I stay on the crosstrainer, 50% longer when he’s around as compared to when he’s not. Remember, the Mars in these charts aspects mine. So when they go, I go and vice versa. And Mars is competitive! So when the Salesman told me he stayed on the crosstrainer for 45 minutes, I immediately extended my workout from 30 minutes to 45 to compete! Think I am going to let some Salesman outlast me? Forget about it!

So maybe you can picture this. I’m on one machine, working out furiously, the Salesman alongside me doing same.

“What level you on?” he asked. “I’m on 14.”

“Level 20,” I said smugly, with a chuckle.

“Oh,” he said, as he tweaked up his workout just a little.

And back in the day I would leg wrestle the soldier. And he never could beat me. As a matter of fact, I’d throw him clean off the bed, onto the floor.

“And there I’d be on the floor. And I’d be thinking it had to be a fluke,” he said. “She didn’t just throw me onto the floor, I’d think as I was getting up off the floor. This can’t be! I’m going to have to try that again. We’re going to have to have another match and this time I’ll pay attention because there is no way she can beat me. Her legs aren’t stronger than mine.”

I laughed.

“And we’d do it again. And you’d throw me on the floor again! Bam! Onto the floor! Bam onto the floor. I’d go flying, too. You could literally flip me off the bed.”

I roared. I could vividly remember my heart pounding in my chest as he got back on the bed and got in position to have another go. And I was going to beat him, believe me. Or die trying! I’d be grinning ear to ear, too. Bring it on, you turkey!

“And it wasn’t like I was some kind of wimp. I have no idea how you did that. How did you do that? I don’t think we ever leg wrestled where I didn’t wind up on the floor. And I never admitted this to anyone. The last thing I want is people knowing that some girl could beat me, leg wrestling.” He laughed. “We finally quit doing that. I was tired of winding up on the floor, that’s why.”

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Do you have someone in your life that triggers your competitiveness? And do you like it?

pictured: those are my legs. Be nice (says Libra), or I will kill you with them (says Mars).