When I told this story the first time, someone asked for some astrology on the men and to tell you the truth I don’t know much about them. The first husband was having a Uranus transit, I can tell you that. But it was the women who turned out to be interesting.
For starters this was a big dilemma for me. There is such a thing as confidentiality of course. But I had this idea I should introduce these two women. Because think about it.
I was talking to both of them and both of them were in terrible pain. Might it help them to know this woman was a serial cheater? With men named XXXXX, who are married to Leo Rising, Pisces Women with Pluto and Uranus opposite their Sun? I thought it might. But I also thought I might ought to keep my mouth shut! In the end I did tell them about each other and they became friends. But that’s not all.
I also became friendly with both women which is another weird boundary thing. I have heard some astrologers say you shouldn’t have anyone as a client you wouldn’t like to have as a friend. That’s something to think about but other astrologers are far more detached. For example, I know I can advise anyone. It doesn’t matter if I like them or not, I’m going to do my best work. On the other hand, if I had a client is just a total pain I don’t think I would like that all, so the idea may have some merit.
In whatever case I worked with the first gal, was contacted by the second and I introduced them some weeks later. The first gal stayed with her husband. The second women divorced. Two fish, two directions.
Both women, though hurting had perspective, a sense of humor and a level of understanding I admired. They received support (not just from me, but in general) and they held up phenomenally well. They also became friends and at this point I removed myself from the situation… but not for long.
It was about two months later the first woman contacted me for another consultation. Seems she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Whaaat?
She was in her early thirties, with a young child. A baby, really. A two year old. And my son was three at the time, so I really felt this. How do you die when you have a little kid, hmm? Let’s just say it hit close to home. And I got to thinking about that woman who did the cheating with the husbands. I wondered about her karma. Can you imagine? It reminded me of a story.
I once had a brazen friend. Come to think of it, all my friends are brazen but anyway she had a habit of parking in handicapped parking places. I know, I know and she would defend it.
“How many people use them, anyway? There’s no one ever parked there! And can you believe someone had the nerve to confront me…”
“Well you know,” I said. “You’re not handicapped. And has it ever occurred to you that you’re tempting fate? What if you park in those spots now when you don’t need them and then wind up needing them…”
She never parked in a handicapped spot again. And I thought of this story in relation to the cheating woman. Say you nab someone’s husband. And then six months later, that woman is dying of cancer, leaving a baby behind. What’s that feel like, hmmm? It was chilling really. On all levels.
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