With Jupiter in Sagittarius my longstanding friendship with gym pal, Denis from Cameroon has expanded. We now talk on the phone…

Briiinnng! Briinng!”

“Hello?”

“Ilsa, this is Denis.” He has an accent. I like how he says my name.

“Hey. How are you, Denis?”

“I called to find out what you’re doing today. Me? I’m going to a baby shower.” Continue reading Jupiter in Sagittarius: Mashing The Cultures… Baby Showers

I was on the cross-trainer today next to pal, Denis, from Cameroon.

“Where’s your… where’s that guy?” he asked. “He’s not here today? He’s not chasing today?” He meant the Salesman.

“He’s gone, Denis. He. Is. Gone.”

He laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah, he’s actually gone. He moved back to the desert, starting today. We’re not going to see him anymore.”

“Ah, that’s too bad. It was… comic. It was comical watching the two of you.” Continue reading Astro-Twins: The Soldier and The Salesman – Jupiter in Sagittarius – Storytelling and Foreigners

“He’s stuck to you like mistletoe to oak.” That’s what my pal at the gym, Denis from Cameroon said today regarding, “The Salesman”.

“What?”

Denis twisted himself up. “You know how mistletoe attaches to oak? Once it does, it won’t let go.”

I got a mind picture. “Yeah. Well I’ve noticed that and I’m glad I’m not the only one. I’ve told him no, many times. Lots of time. Nothing stops him. I am pretty sure I could hit him with a truck and he’d still keep coming…”

Denis laughed and I went into the astrology. See these men, astro-twins, Salesman and my Special Forces ex have a T-square in their chart. Charts, since it is the same T-square. And the n node fills in the T-square, and guess who’s Mars Mercury is conjunct their n node? Me.

So that means the madder I get, (Mars Mercury) the more I cuss, the more I swing motorcycle helmets at them… the more I assert myself (prettily) in the gym, the more I look like “her” to them. The more I look like their destiny.

So as you can see, it’s hopeless. Any action I take (Mars). Any communication I make (Mercury) reinforces their resolve. Isn’t that a hoot?

Have you ever stuck to someone like mistletoe to oak? What about the reverse?