Nine years ago, on a Thursday, an 8 year old neighborhood boy went missing. Around midnight there were police dogs searching my yard. Everyone was on edge. The next day his body was
Days before the murder, I took away my 12 year old son’s wander privileges, not because he’d done anything wrong, but because it wasn’t safe. He had been playing basketball alone in the park when 16 year old Ryan buddied up to him and walked him home. I felt horribly sorry for those Alexander kids, their mother was batshit crazy and their homelife was clearly bizarre. Not long before all this I caught their mother hiding in our bushes watching us eat dinner through our dining room window. She walked around the neighborhood talking to the guinea pig on her shoulder, narrating what everyone was doing. The younger brother assaulted our heavily pregnant neighbor woman, pushed her down and put his hand up her skirt. Then he went right back to his daily play of riding his kiddie car around on the sidewalks, making an ambulance sound, “weeeee-oooooo, weeeeee-ooooo,” trying to get the little kids to play with him.
What was the sky like that day? Nothing obviously big. The most salient aspect was retrograde Pluto on the south node opposite Saturn. Pluto was otherwise unaspected. Jupiter opposed Chiron; I suppose that was relevant. What was going on astrologically for my son that week? Pluto trined his Aries Mars and sextiled his Moon, which was trined by Saturn. His own energy, independent, not an easy target, and his mother’s rules took him out of danger’s path. Jupiter conjuncted his Sun. He was lucky.
Earlier that day the 8 year old and his younger twin brothers were terrorizing my house, knocking on the front door then running around the house and knocking on the back door. We had an underground garage then and I caught them jumping from the ten foot concrete retaining wall. I told them they mustn’t do that as they could get hurt and I banned them from my yard for the day. I didn’t even know they lived directly across the street from me as I’d never seen a parent or where they came from. I assumed they lived further away. I told them to go home, but had no idea where home was.
I’ve got no judgement about what was, or what should have happened. I’ve got no idea if things could have gone differently. All I know is I did the best I could at the time and that’s all we can do.
Ever had a tragedy occur that touches your life? Did you second-guess yourself?