In synastry, when you compare charts and one person has their Saturn on the other person’s Mars, you will read that the Saturn person restricts the Mars person. This is seen as deal-breaker by many astrologers and can be very frustrating depending mostly on how flexible the Saturn person can be with their rules.
The soldier has his Saturn on my Mars and you can see the glaring evidence of this here. We get manage to get around this, but as the Mars person I can feel the crushing down on the natural physical fervor and exuberance that I feel when I see him… as I am encouraged to grow up by Saturn.
I am posting this so people can see an aspect like this is not the end of the world, particularly if the Saturn person is a “good parent”. If otherwise, Mars who gets blocked rushing in can become mad as spit and wish to kill Saturn, with a motorcycle helmet or whatever else may be on hand. Saturn of course, eats children but we do get around this all the time as this conversation illustrates. I wrote the conversation post the conflict because it is also an excellent example astrologically…
For one, the soldier has Jupiter in Sagittarius so here comes a story. He is imaginative (Pisces) and you can read between the lines his lament over being mistaken as something he is not and not being believed when he states otherwise, which is right in line with the Neptune problems I have been writing about all week. So here you go. It’s astrology alive for sure.
We were on the phone last night:
“Oh! You’re done with your work! If you were here I would leap on you.”
“No, P. We’re too old for that.”
“You can’t be leaping on me. We’re old, I said.”
Oh for chrissakes. So what am I supposed to do? Walk up alongside you and peck you on cheek lightly right there on the bone by your eye?”
“Well I don’t want you to knock me down.”
“I see. Knock you down like a beetle? You’re afraid you’ll get caught on your back or something?”
“Okay, well I won’t do that.”
“Good, because I’m old and I’m delicate.”
“Well then how come you’re always talking about beating someone up? You are always hoping to find someone to punch and then you go tell me you’re afraid I’m going to hurt you with my leaping.”
“Oh, well I’m going to beat those guys up real quick before I get winded.’
“I see. So no leaping? No more leaping ever?”
“P, you can leap just don’t knock me down. I tip easy. I have short and stubby legs. I have these stubby legs, everybody knows it.”
Further discussion we decided it was more like cow-tipping than a beetle. “I’ll keep all this in mind,” I said.
“Okay. Well you can leap for awhile longer if you want. We can do that for about 10 more years, I guess.”
“No leaping on you.”
“I said you could leap for 10 more years! And boy you sure used to leap when we were kids. I’d come home and you’d come running leap on top me, wrap your legs and all that.”
“Yeah, I was happy. I was happy and you were stunned. You always had a stunned look on your face when I did that and now I know why. You were afraid of tipping.”
“Yeah, and I was young then but now I’m a hog.”
“You are not a hog.”
“Then why do all the girl pigs rush over to me every time they see me? The little pink ones with mud on them. They come up and put their snouts on me and try to talk to me. Do you know what they say? They say, well you’re the cutest hog we’ve ever seen.”
“Is that what they say?”
“Yeah. And I say, I’m not a hog. And they say, yes you are. And you’re a good looking one too. You are one fine looking hog. And I say I am not a hog. I am a not a hog, I tell them! I am not a hog, I am a rhinoceros who is in love with a gazelle.”
I snorted. “That’s what you tell them?”
“Yeah. And they say you ain’t a rhinoceros in love with no gazelle. I am too. Are not. Am too. No you aren’t. That can’t be. Rhinos don’t fall in love with no gazelles.” He sighed. “No they don’t. Rhinos don’t usually fall in love with gazelles but this time one did. So why don’t you pigs go find yourself a real hog, would ya? A hog that is really a hog and not some rhino you think is hog! Anyway, P, you see the problem. So don’t tell me I don’t look like a hog because all the pigs think I do and they are the ones who would know.”
More on this topic -> Too Old To Leap Redux