The soldier and I on the phone. He’s a Pisces rising, Moon Neptune conjunct in Scorpio in the 8th house:

“Well, P, I have no control. I can’t control it all, believe me I’ve tried. People are always wanting me to try to see things for them because they know I can do this but it doesn’t work that way and it never has. I’ve been doing this since I was 7 years old you know.” Continue reading The Soldier On His Psychic Abilities And Experiences

I spoke with HQ over the weekend and he asked me if I thought mediums were real. Apparently he’d run across some medium who said not only were they fake. They said every medium they knew was a fake.

Now I don’t know about mediums… people who specifically contact the dead. I have never met anyone who could do it, but I absolutely know people who are “psychic” and I wonder how people think this shows up in chart.

Most notable in my life… psychic beyond a shadow of a doubt would be my sister who always credited her Sun in Pisces trine Neptune for her ability. She also has Mercury in Pisces which I would think denotes the ability to get information from ethereal sources.

The soldier is also wildly psychic. He has a Scorpio Moon conjunct Neptune tightly inconjunct Mercury.

Are you psychic or do you know someone who is? How does your ability manifest?

My son has a grand cross in his solar return this year and has really been under the gun. He surprised me last night when he said, “Ever since my birthday…”

He went on to explain how particularly hard things have been since he turned 8 and all I could do was nod and commiserate because facts are facts. He then surprised me by telling me he had been having prophetic dreams.

He said he dreams something and two days later the things happens. He expressed a sort of ambivalence over the situation. On one hand I think he knows this is special, on the other hand most of the things he is dreaming that wind up happening are bad. Pretty heavy for an 8 year old, I’d say. Continue reading Astrology and Children: Sun Conjunct Saturn @ 8 Years Old With A Grand Cross In His Solar Return – Psychic Ability and Traumatic Babyhood

So how about another story? This one concerns my sister who is a Pisces (Neptune) with a Capricorn (Saturn) rising.

She also has Saturn in the 12th (Neptune’s house) and Neptune in the 10th (Saturn’s house). I told you it ran in the family!

Anyway, my sister is psychic. Think what you will. I grew up with her and I am damned sure of this. And one night I was talking to her on the phone.

This was quite awhile ago and I was pretty disturbed at the time. This was back in 1992 when all the planets were lined up in Capricorn. These were the outer planets… much different than the line up now forming in Scorpio.

And if you have Capricorn I am sure you can relate. All bets were off! Capricorn lives were going off like the 4th of July. And in whatever case, my sister could see the future quite readily and I was in the habit of calling her…

Briiiiiinnnnnng! Briiiiiiinnnnnnng!

“What’s next on deck?” I asked.

“Flowers,” she said.

“Oh fuck me, with the flowers. I don’t want any flowers and I’m not getting any flowers. Did you hear me?”

I had just been through some flower trauma. Some bastard had sent me like fifty dozen roses. Actually, he didn’t send them. He brought them. And I didn’t want them. And I didn’t want him. So how could she say something like this after I just had this fiasco? I didn’t want to see another flower for twenty years at least. If ever!

“Look. No flowers! I’m not getting flowers. As you know I’m not dating anyone. And I’ve got no one on the hook. I am man-less.”

“Well, that won’t last.”

“It’s lasting pretty good so far,” I said.

“A week? Fuck you, Elsa.” She yelled to her husband. “Hey! Elsa’s having a dry spell! She hasn’t had a man on her hook in a week!” She laughed and I listened to her laugh. Back on the phone with me… “Like I said. You’re getting flowers.”

“Look again. That can’t be. And it’s been more than a week. Look better. There are no flowers. There is no man. No man means no flowers. I don’t give a shit about that anyway.”

“Okay. I’ll look. But I see the flowers. It’s been more than a week? What? Eight days? Has it been eight days since you had a date? What is it with you and flowers anyway?”

“I don’t know. I’m not interested in them.”

“I believe you. I’m not interested in them either. And I never get them. But you get them all the time. I wonder why that is? Because you definitely get them all the time whether you want them or not, and now you’re getting some more.”

“Are you sure?”

I asked because what I really wanted to hear was that I was getting a man. And if I’m getting flowers, which apparently I am…

“Yeah. I see them They’re right there. More flowers for the condo.” She laughed.

She knew I’d my whole place full of those roses. This guy put roses everywhere. He put them in the blender for godsakes. My blender was stuffed with them. The bathroom trashcan too! It was stuffed with roses as if it were a vase! Believe me, there roses everywhere. He’d come in my condo and arranged them while I was out of town. I decided to cop to being me.

“Well if you see flowers, then maybe I am getting a man. I’m hopin’.”

“Maybe.”

“Am I? Can you see the man?”

“No. Maybe you should wait a week. Do you think you can do that?”

“Well if I have to then I guess I will.”

“Well I can’t see him, so you may have to. But the flowers are coming.”

“Great. Flowers, but no man. See ya.”

“Bye.”

*click

The next day I met the Aquarian in the hot tub at the gym. He was an older African guy who had befriended me. I was in a new state, see. And I’d landed pretty hard.

Anyway, he was pal. And we were in the habit of meeting in the hot tub after my work out. He was lazy and rarely worked out, but I did. And anyway it was a regular day. We had our regular chat, but then when it was time to go, he asked me to meet him at his bike.

“I want to show you something,” he said

The Aquarian had this major motorcycle. He was damned proud of it too. It was aqua colored if you can imagine that. And he’d park it illegally at the front door of the gym so the he could see it from the hot tub. He loved that bike and I was standing next to it after hitting the locker room, when he walked outside.

“Have you ever seen a finer machine, Elsa?”

“No, not really. It’s a beauty. You sure I can’t drive it?”

“I can’t do it, Elsa. No one has ever ridden her but me, myself and I.”

I nodded. “I know, I know. Just checking.”

Keys in his hand, he unlocked the saddlebag on the back of his bike, lifted the lid and pulled out a huge…

Spring!

Bouquet!

I just laughed. He said he saw them and thought of me. Bursting with energy and so forth.

And I blushed and thanked him of course, but really all I could do is think of my sister. And do you know what I thought?

“Damn her, she just did it again.”

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pictured – Bouquet of Flowers in a Sculpted Vase, Jan Frans Eliaerts (b. 1761, Deurne, d. 1848, Antwerpen) Oil on canvas, 90 x 71 cm, Koninklijk Museum voor Schone Kunsten, Antwerp