In regards to The Thrill Of Agony story, it occurred to me this morning that event was a Jupiter Uranus thing in that it was a shocking broadcast.
In hindsight, as of right now this morning, I can see how unusual that was. It has never registered prior to today because the fact is when you are living inside a life like mine you’ve no way to see it is unusual. How could I know?
Anyway, I have Jupiter and Uranus in tight aspect in my chart and weird stuff like this happens… routinely? It’s a gift and a curse I am sure.
Today, at this moment it reminds me of when my husband and I went to Tucson and visited an old friend of his that I knew as well back when we were kids. He and his wife (and daughter) were having a dinner party… sort of in our honor.
They had this group of friends, very tight, so they invited all their friends to meet us. It was sort of an upscale group… great food and drink but the thing is the group was super, super liberal and anti-war.
The teenage son of one of the other couples wanted to be a Ranger. The parents were pretty upset and they specifically wanted to talk to my husband about this. Long story short, the strangest thing happened.
I tried to write about this on the blog a couple years ago but a story like this is way outside the comfort zones of almost everyone so the silence on the blog was deafening. Unwilling to modify the story to make it easier to digest, I just set it aside but what happened that evening was entirely remarkable.
There were 8 of us there, 4 couples plus his friend’s 17-year-old daughter and we were all sitting around a rectangle shaped table when my husband and I started telling stories. We were telling stories of our exploits as kids which took place in Tucson so everyone knew of the landmarks and we had everyone laughing pretty hard because we can both tell a story and we have little if any shame.
At one point my husband stood up and pretended to be running in slow motion as he described how he felt / his thoughts as he ran after me as I ran in a rage towards his motorcycle intent on smashing it with my helmet. This was right after I’d failed to kill him with said helmet and we’d been telling stories for awhile at this point so by the time he got up and ran like a rhino in slow motion, “Nooooooooooooooooo…” the people at the table were heaving with laughter. I mean, it HURTS to laugh that hard, and long story short, after we finished entertaining everyone and making them laugh to the point of snot and tears, my husband lowered his voice and started talking about war.
At first there was dialogue but as minutes passed and then chunks of minutes passed, he was so incredibly compelling, everyone at the table gave him their total attention as he outlined his thoughts and feelings about, “war”. I mean everyone at the table set their forks down to listen to him as you could plainly sense that the opportunity to hear something like this would be a one-shot-deal and everyone was memorized.
I’ll never forget the looks on the faces that night and this is where writers come in handy I guess. Because I can tell a story, a story like this can go into wide release. Hundreds, thousands and even millions of people can be given a seat at that table and the share the experience and that is Jupiter for you.
I really hope to get back to more storytelling and I mean I live in hope because I am the only one at that table who can write, see? And if I don’t write it, then I guess it never happened except for that it did happen.
pictured – The Boyhood of Raleigh, Sir John Everett Millais, Bt, 1870