I was surprised at the results of the Crimes Of Passion poll (repeated below). Only very few of you (7% at the time of this writing) believe there is no such thing as a crime of passion which has actually pretty much been proven. I lost my mind and killed her? Turns out this is something criminals tell juries and judges and lawyers but it is not what they tell Lonnie Athens.

Lonnie Athens is what you call a maverick in the criminology field and I was introduced to him by HQ some years ago just in case you think all HQ does is build websites. Actually he reads 3 books a week and knowing I am interested in violence, crime, sociopaths and so forth, he sent me Lonnie’s book(s).
Continue reading Astrology And Violence: Crimes Of Passion… No, I Don’t Think They Exist

Other Pluto (death) Moon (women/past) happenings….

My sister’s best friend in high school, mother with two children went missing some years ago. I knew her pretty well myself.

Her husband who she was in the process of divorcing was immediately suspect when it was discovered he was a fugitive living under an assumed name. He was extradited out of state to face other charges (aggravated assault, attempted murder, forgery) but her body never turned up.

I followed this case for some years before letting it slip away but I had cause to poke around last week and found that although her body has still not been located her husband pleaded “no contest” to her death and was sentenced to 20 years for the crime… this on top whatever else he was being sentenced for.

I also turned up the perp’s birth data, courtesy of astrologer, Bob Marks who has included his data as part of his study: Frequencies of Various Aspects and House and Sign Positions in the Horoscopes of Murderers, Serial Killers, and Mass Murderers as Compared to Control Groups

That’s his chart there … (see full size) can you just imagine the grin and smooth talking of Jupiter rising in Gemini in concert with the undertow of the 8th house. Gah.

Thanks again, Bob Marks.

What do you make of that chart?

Other posts - “Pluto transit to the moon - Mine“

Daeshii writes on the Karma… Justice, Etc. What Goes Around Comes Around blog:

In my experience, karma always happens. In Wicca, we have the threefold rule. Anything you put into the universe, good or bad, comes back to you three times as strong.

Hasn’t the energy you’ve put forth been returned to you in the form of this site, your astrology weekly site, the continued support of us, your fans, and your loyal friends?

Daeshii - this is not really what I was talking about. As an example, I was once with a bunch of cops… this is many years ago back when I thought there was justice. They told me a story about a man who beat his wife constantly. She’d been hospitalized several times due his beating on her and this happened in your hometown by the way. Not your home town, but the very town where you live right now.

So anyway one day this guy, the husband called them up to tell them his wife had fallen into their well. Uh huh. Big accident.
So the cops went out there to retrieve the wife’s body and the husband is standing there smirking at them. He’d gotten away with murder, see? Did he push her? Well they thought so. He was grinning ear to ear and the cops told me this happened… a lot.

So do you think that guy is suffering now? Think he has cancer or something? I don’t. I bet he’s getting a blow job.

And I don’t mean to sound jaded. I like it your way but I have seen it this other way time and time again.

This is not to negate other people’s experience. I don’t think my experience is usual by a shot which is why I am exploring this.
See, the soldier and I have opposite experience and it’s very apparent in real terms. So this is why I wonder what will happen when the lines intersect. Will I see justice and he see injustice? I don’t know but it’s the first thing that occurs and here’s the trippy thing:

Justice is his comfort zone. I am comfortable with injustice. See what I’m getting at? It’s the opposition again. So that’s one angle but here’s another:

The soldier has Saturn BOUND. By that I mean he has hard aspects to Saturn and consequently, there are lines! I have Saturn mashed with Neptune and people and things slip through cracks (like Houdini). Is this meaningful? Probably.

What do you think will happen when these people intersect?

You voted:

Leopards can change their spots…
Yes - Scott (54%)
No - Arie (46%)

If I were on the jury, I would vote with Arie. A reprobate is a reprobate is a reprobate! And Arie would probably tell you he knows about reprobates because what do you think he is? He’s a reprobate, of course!

Arie was a little 14-year-old reprobate criminal when he got his ass kicked but good. Crafty and arrogant, Arie decided he was going to extort money from a grown-up big time drug dealing reprobate, which turned out to be a major mistake.

In lieu of the payday he anticipated, he found himself beaten half to death, and that was before he was tied up and stuffed in the trunk of some killer’s car and driven around half the night!

And when Arie survived that night, yes. He did decide to take another career path.

And yes. He did spend roughly 35 years in service, and performed countless heroic acts. But please. Arie is still is a reprobate!

Like a sober alcoholic is still and alcoholic. Or like me.

I am a committed commitment-phobic! But I am still a commitment-phobe, are you kidding? I was born a commitment-phobic and how is that going to change? It’s not.

“Oh boy! I love this commitment stuff!”

Hah! That’ll never happen. You will never hear me say that.

Like the Aquarian who wakes up one day and wants to be smothered. You do what you want. I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for something like that to happen. Arie is right. A reprobate is a reprobate is a reprobate. Scott is right. People have free will.

I have decided the consequences of acting on my commitment-phobia are not worth the candle. I have decided not to act in a way that is criminal; however I still have a criminal mind! I stole a truck when I was 10, for Godsakes! I moved into a male barracks without bothering to join the army. I went undercover as gay man! Let’s face it! If I think I can get away with it, I’m going to do it.

And now I am the very grown-up advice-giving mother of two. And one of the things I am committed to is writing this blog. But that does not mean I do not wish to escape it on a weekly basis because I do. And it does not mean I do not have another escapade planned, because I do.

And if a random opportunity for some other outrageous exploit crosses my path, I will be on that thing in 2 seconds. How could I not? This is what I do. It’is who I am. And meantime?

Well, just like reprobate, Arie when he is out there saving lives for three decades. my criminal mind is all over this blog. It’s in virtually every post.

So there you go. A reprobate is a reprobate is a reprobate. And Scott, a compassionate person, is a compassionate person, is a compassionate person.

This is my story…

That was a great poll. 61% of you sided with Scott. 17% with Arie. 22% on the fence.

These are my thoughts on this matter…

I agree with Arie. I’m an astrologer after all. And you are born with your nature and your nature is your nature. Evidence of this abounds! And Arie could tell you all about it. About reprobates that is. Because I didn’t even finish listing his credentials!

Arie has been shot in the chest at close range. And he lived obviously. He was shot in a gas station toilet. By a whore no less, so how Scorpio is that? Hah!

So, Arie knows reprobates and he knows them at close range. And I am sure he would tell you when the thief gets out of jail and steals again it is no great surprise! Who would be surprised at a thief that steals, anyway? Or a rapist who rapes or killer who kills?

Further who would be surprised when a doormat acts like a doormat or a generous person acts generously? This is human nature. It’s astrology in action!

Show me a leopard who changed his spots. Come on! Find me one. It doesn’t happen. A reprobate, is a reprobate, is a reprobate!

So where does that leave Scott?

Well come on, people. Anything is possible. How can you say it’s not possible? It’s not possible to say something is not possible! Where talking about possibilities here, right? And miracles. And it is obviously possible there can be a miracle!

And what would Arie say to that?

Miracles, yes! But not when it comes to reprobates!

Ha ha ha!

And now you’re the jury. How do you vote? Do you still believe in spot-changing leopards? Or no?

And there is no “other” this time. Because this is court, maaan. You’re on the jury and you’ve got to pick side!

And I’m coming back read on this. My real read that is. This is merely my argument(s) for the court.

I got a speeding ticket the other day. I got pulled over by this big ol’ cop. Very studly but with an attitude. He meant to mock me, I think. But in a way that was funny. He sidled on up to my car with his hand on his belt like some kind of 6′4″ Texan.

“I guess you didn’t know we was the Po-Leece when you did this and this and this,” he said smugly, as if he’d just busted the notorious criminal of the decade. I shot him my best Thelma and Louise grin.

“Actually, no. I wasn’t trying to get away with something. I’m having a super terrific day, so I’m out driving happily and I was completely oblivious (Neptune) to the police (Saturn). But now here you are,” I said brightly.

“I’m sorry I’m going to have to ruin your day with a speeding ticket.”

“Oh, go right ahead. There are much worse things,” I said, smiling. “I can’t imagine I could care any less about getting a ticket because really, I am feeling very good and days don’t get much better than this.”

He didn’t talk to me after that. He probably thought I was crazy.

Keep reading -> Who Am I Again? Neptune on The Midheaven

My son has inherited my criminal mind. He’s seven years old. He has Mercury in Mars rules Aries (the family Mars Mercury signature) and a Scorpio Mars. And he is one crafty little bastard!

I was in my bedroom when he called me. “Mom!!”

“What? Are you calling me?” I shouted back to him because this is how we are. Loud, that is. We’re loud Italians.

“Come in the bathroom,” he called back.

“Okay.”

I walked in the bathroom and he’s standing there with a huge screwdriver. “Notice anything different?” he asked, pointing at the door knob of the bathroom door.

“There’s no lock,” I said.

“Come with me,” he said. I followed him to his bedroom. “There it is,” he said, pointing at the bathroom door knob, now installed on his door. “I have been wanting a lock for a long time.”

I just shook my head. What a little bastard, you know? Did he ask? Hell no! But how mad can you be when your kid is slick like this? I think it’s much more appropriate to be scared!

And the next day I thought this through. And I can see my kid is just like me. He knows right where the line is. What he can get away with and how he can get away with it.

How long do you think he plotted? Because had he asked…well there is no way I’d have given him permission to do this.

“Hey Mom, can I take the lock off the bathroom and put it in my room?”

“No! Are you crazy?” ::smiles::

And he had to have known that. So here he is thinking, “How am I going to do this…to get what I want?” And then he just decides to go for it.

And I wanted to go to the store when I was kid, living in the middle of nowhere. And I eventually decided the only way to get there was to drive. And considering I was ten years old, I was pretty sure if I asked…

“Hey! Can I drive to the store..?”

Answer? “No! Hell no!”

So I just stole a truck instead, see. And I got away with it, just like my son got away with this door knob thing. Although I am going to buy a new lock for the bathroom and have him install it. And by the way…

How the hell did he learn to change a door knob? Same way I learned to drive a truck, I suppose. Instinct.

So what about you? Any other criminal minds out there? Tell us!

Thanks for the great comments on the NCGR evil blog. I’m not sure I have some sort of comprehensive understanding of this subject. I do know I used to be very naÆ’

When something comes up three times in a week, it usually warrants writing about and in this case, it’s my criminal mind. I have one, I absolutely do and I mentioned this to another astrologer a few days ago.

He seemed surprised or something because he made me repeat myself.

“You say you have a criminal mind?”

“Well, yes. How could I not?” I answered.

I couldn’t tell if he was surprised I had a criminal mind, or that I was actually copping to it but in whatever case, I discussed this with him briefly and that was that.

I’ve written about this extensively, so I didn’t think about the conversation after I had it until a few days later when the AMF brought the same thing up. I had tricked him for about a week and he was sort of pissed off when he found out.

See, I had gotten this steroid shot in my back (hip) and he sometimes slaps my ass. So when he did this, I yelped and acted like it hurt me, “My shot! Ow! Ow! That’s my shot!” I shouted. And of course he got all discombobulated. “Oh Bean! Did I hurt you? Sorry, honey, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. But Jesus! Don’t be hitting my shot!” I said.

Now actually the slap had no effect at all, but fuck him. I figure he shouldn’t be slapping me anyway, so it serves him right. Plus he’s always claims to be waaaaay smarter than me so you can see this why this is irresistible.

So anyway, this goes on for a few days. Or a week. Because his patting is a habit. So he keeps doing it and I keep yelping and he keeps getting distraught.

And then one night he pushed me or something. He has that Aquarius and I think he was pushing me away on the bed to get himself some space. But anyway, he pushed my shoulder and I yelped. “My shot! Ow! That’s my shot, for godsakes!” And I started laughing of course. Like the banshee I am as I watched the realization come to his face. And then a couple nights ago, this came up.

“The look on your face. It’s…it’s priceless. When I’m found out,” I said.

“Well, yeah. That’s your criminal mind,” he said. “You’re a total criminal and I’m not. I’m a nice guy and it’s not easy for someone like me to be around a criminal like you.”

And I was so surprised at that. But then I remembered the day we met. I just wrote about it. He was there early. He’s a Scorpio and he’s a man. But I was there waaaaaaaaaaaaay earlier, because I’m a criminal.

But then came the clincher. What made me write this.

I was talking to Scott today about the immigration issue. Scott is a super-liberal, I don’t think he’d mind me telling you. He also has terrific guilt. His guilt is legendary and some of it centers on me. Because Scott has always enjoyed a sort of material security and I am from the other side of the tracks.

He is also a total UN-bigot. He actually feels anyone who is racist has a psychological problem. “They had to have been brainwashed, or something, because there is no logic to it at all.” And I agree with him, but back to today’s conversation:

“Invariably when you see someone waiting for the bus, or walking they are African or Latino,” he said. “It never changes.”

“Yeah I know. That reminds me of a story.”

“What?”

“Back when I didn’t have a car…when I was looking for a job, when I was kid? I would always have a car. I was trying to be a waitress and on the way in to interview, I would be sure to memorize a car in the parking lot. Then if they asked, do you have a car, I’d say, yes. And I’d point to one, through the window of the restaurant. That’s my car right there. Because come on. They aren’t going to hire me if I don’t have a car. They’ll think I won’t make it to work. But you know I never missed work, so what the fuck. Do I want a job, or not?”

He explained most people wouldn’t do that. They wouldn’t think of it. He said a few things, but while he was talking all I could think was there goes my criminal mind…

So I know where I got it. I was raised by a criminal!

But then I thought of the astrology. Where does this show up in my chart? Because it would have to be there. And it would have to be Mercury….it rules the mind.

And sure enough, it fits. I have Mars conjunct Mercury and I would say this is the Scorpio side of Mars. It’s some sneaky shit.

But the conjunction is in the 9th house (Sagittarius) so I broadcast it. I tell the truth about my criminal mind! I will testify!

So what about you? Are you a criminal? Or an innocent?

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criminal mind - take two…