Though the existence of crazies is something to take pause about, I think it’s important to remember that MOST people — a vast majority — are not this batshit crazy. The world, at least in the States (and other places on earth) are largely safe. We just hear about the exceptional, violent things that obviously DO happen. You can prevent yourself from falling prey to a crazy person with critical thinking and comparing the present to the past (does this guy remind me of the Son of Sam? Ohhhh…) and you can not enter active war zones to keep yourself safe from crazies in that dept. But you can’t live (I don’t think) as if every person is capable of becoming a loony. Because the chance is far greater that they’re as normal as you.

When I moved to NYC, I was this wide eyes country gal, and would say hi to anyone who made accidental eye contact. No one said hi back. After awhile I learned why: You never know who the crazies are. I would be sitting next to someone on the train, all was well, then he’d stand up mumbling and growling, started “singing” his own salsa ditty, and was “dancing” to it. Nuts lol Maybe not belligerent nuts, but unpredictable, for sure. The way to cope was to shut out the world. People pretend to sleep to avoid the poor people panhandling on the train, even when the panhandlers are verbally aggressive. We tune our sirens and screams. It’s a highly concentrated area, and to me, that makes it an exception. But what sucks is that EVEN THERE, it was only MAYBE one or two crazies in a train car where there were 50-100 people who were NOT crazy.

I can’t live that paranoid. I lived it for a few months, and felt so much of my humanity slip away, I forged forward and got the hell out of there. I think critical thinking is important because it’s the subtle often benign sounding arguments that lead you down a slowly degrading path. And people often mask those in threats of being unpatriotic or not loving God or not caring enough about fill in the blank. To me, that’s not Son of Sam crazy, it’s human nature. It’s bullshittery. It could be shot down if people would think for themselves and know history better. However, my faith is not high it will improve enough to eradicate that stuff…In the meantime, I seek out the nice folks and try to maintain relationships with them.

I’m sorry you had to learn about this first hand. Very scary, and I don’t doubt it’s the fuel behind your passion.

My hope is that my spidey senses would be triggered and protect me from becoming anybody’s victim.

Yes, and I was pretty stoked when an obvious sociopath set off my alarm bells within ten minutes of meeting him. It’s been a learning process — life experience has tuned me in to the more diabolical facets of human nature. Fool me once …

I am way more gullible than I would prefer to be, but I do try (try being the operative word here) to guard my thinking as much as I can.

I can see my Mercury-Saturn-Neptune thing in full bloom here.

Here’s a former boyfriend’s chart info. For me it is a case study for this sort of potentially evil and narcissistic pervert chart.
I once read that this sort of destructive personality usually included strong Neptunian or Piscean features, strong Pluto (obviously) and strong Uranus as well.
So here we go: Sun in 1st house in Pisces opposite Pluto (Rx) and Uranus (Rx).
Moon in Aries in 2nd. Venus in Cap in 12th conjunct Ascendant (very seductive and charming).
The 1st and 7th houses are intercepted. The 7th house holds North Node (opposite Venus), Mars (Rx), Uranus (Rx), and Pluto (Rx).
In karmic astrology this suggests past lives with very serious violence and possible rape issues.
But I’ve learned now to protect myself and what’s mine. After I lost most of it once with this guy. Never again. In a way I have to thank him. He forced me to build myself solidly where I was idealistic and naive.

Psychopaths and I do not get along at all. Putting me in the same space with a psycho is like mixing two chemicals that together produce nerve gas. I can only say things get ugly and fast. Manipulating a Sag Mercury/Venus/PF is mainly insulting. My viewpoint is way higher than anything a psycho could imagine, so it’s kinda like a frog trying to manipulate the weather. In the end, the frog can either shut up or get struck by lightning.

My Mercury is also participating in a number of grand crosses, which in practice means a multitude of painful aspects the poor thing has had to get used to. Contact with similar aspects, which in a psycho are obviously out of control, increases the pain even further, resulting in an adverse reaction to all things psycho. If I ever got stuck on a desert island with a psycho, one of us would end up as sharkbait and I wouldn’t care who, as long as I could have some peace. Nobody has any peace near a psycho. Nobody feels good, nobody feels secure, nobody can relax, nobody can have any self esteem, nobody can even imagine being one’s best self around such an emotional parasite. Sure, they can be charming, but only because they have no emotions of their own. This means they have no qualms about lying through their teeth. They can say exactly what the victim wants to hear, no matter how ridiculously untrue it may be. They can cheat lie detectors, because there is no measurable emotional response to anything. Other people’s responses are interesting mainly because by understanding how cause relates to effect, they can extract nice things to satisfy their out of control needs. They need sex, they talk real sweet to a pretty girl, walk her home and rape her. If they find the girl’s emotional response interesting enough, they can torture her to get more interesting data for future use. If a psycho needs money, he simply intimidates some helpless soul to give some or orders his girlfriend to walk the streets to pay for his penis implant.

Of course, few psychos really turn into full fledged serial killers. Most are quite happy to make life miserable for as many people as possible, without the obvious risks that come with killing. The bully at work is probably a psycho who specializes in exploiting hierarchical structures to serve his perverted needs. The “friend” who drops by, lets slip a couple of seemingly innocent and accidental revelations about a mutual friend to start a bitter quarrel between the two of you, then plays both sides and accidentally sleeps with both your husbands, is most likely a refined psychopath. When the dust has settled, she probably pretends to give you both therapy and poses as the Messiah, who made it all good again. Some psychos specialize in creating more psychos. They may appear to be totally devoted and family oriented parents, who sacrifice their every waking hour to the nurture of their children. In reality, the kids live in constant terror, they have “accidents”. They have strange illnesses that keep them home for weeks so that daddy can have his way when he so wants. Some develop mental problems which can’t be hidden, but a smart psycho mum will use this to her own advantage and gain a lot of sympathy as the mother of a special needs child, even when the ingrate brat starts telling the truth about her, which naturally nobody believes, as the kid is “special”.

So, they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and sexes. Obviously, they exist and we need to recognize that fact unless we want to end up as snack. We should also have a strategy against them. They already have a strategy against us and no inhibitions to stop them from implementing it. My favorite strategy against these pesky little critters is Amplified Mirroring. They push your buttons, you push their’s ten times as hard. They project fear at you, you project physical injury. They give you pain, you give them a one way ticket to hell. Serious opposition makes most psychos back off and the ones who do not had it coming long before they ever met you. If one needs to be annihilated, so be it. Scores of victims, past present and future, will thank you for it.

I try, but it’s hard to know who to trust or not trust. It seems very unclear.

Long ago I decided to keep everything inside, but then it was impossible to build a bridge to other people. Learning to be vulnerable has felt very painful- I’m in the middle of lots of pluto-saturn stuff- and I have pluto, saturn and mars in the 12th in libra, and my sun down there in the 3rd in Cap. maybe I’m the psychopath?

Does anyone struggle to decode your intuition or does it always feel as bright as day?

Thanks, Elsa!