Sometimes it hits me like a brick. People like me with a lot of planets in the 8th house have everything to do with legacy and then some. We tend to leave a legacy and we most definitely carry a legacy.
I carry my father’s legacy, my grandfather’s legacy and legacy of a gal I met when I was 15. That’s me in the picture, dressed as her. I copied her, see?
She was 26 when we met, a Libra Sun with a Scorpio Moon with stelliums in both signs. She was very generous and told me right away that she was going to teach me everything she knew, which she did… and then she promptly died. I was 17 then.
It’s a lot of years later and my hair is jacked at the moment. I have an appointment to address it later this week but in the meantime I am resorting to barrettes. I tacked my unruly hair on top my head, first one side and then the other and there she was in the mirror. ::shakes head::
I look so much like her, still, at times. I look like my father too. I have his curl on my forehead see, it is exactly the same and his (and my) criminal mind(s) are legendary.
I feel okay about all this, carrying the energy or what they call the “goods” of the dead but this stuff needs expression and on that front, I am very frustrated right now.
These people (and there is a lot of them) want their stories told and if I don’t get it done, their stories die with me.
That sounds dramatic but in fact it is true and this weighs heavy these days.