pitofhades
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I found out I was a Scorpio.
Then the rest followed, quite quickly too.
It was a lot, but I loved it.
Then the rest followed, quite quickly too.
It was a lot, but I loved it.
I was always interested in astrology as a child but studied astrology seriously and conducted research in 1990.
I became involved in Susan Miller's message board as (pisces_1) over the years and met a lot of wonderful people there.
Susan was the one who told me I should become professional, so I did and now teach through the C.A.A.E astrology online classes of all types as well as giving reading and lecturing at Donna Van Toens S.O.T.A.
Astrology is my passion........If anyone goes to S.O.T.A. this year in Niagara Falls, NY come by and say hi
Bev.
Interesting thread....
My mother, bless her bohemian soul....
Well, she had the Moon in Leo, angular -- and Uranus rising
And she was a Free Spirit who needed a bit of attention.
One of the ways she got that attention was to ask "What sign are you?", and off she would go.
I was about 9 years old and brought a friend home from school to play.
When George and I walked in the front door, there sat Mom....
Playing her out of tune guitar with 4 strings, her bottle of Schlitz and the ashtray overflowing with Lucky Strike butts on the little wrought iron table with its black-and-ivory tiled checkerboard top, singing some hillbilly spiritual in her croaking voice......
"Hi Mom. This is George."
Mom jumps up from the old overstuffed blue chair.
"Hi Georgie. What sign are you?"
George, like me, is 9 years old. There is a blank uncomprehending stare on his face.
"Georgie, what's your birthday?"
George understands "birthday."....."May 14th" he says, not quite sure if he should answer, but he's trapped.
"Oh, you're a Taurus, you stubborn little devil you!"
I wanted to crawl under the rug, but we didn't have one.
Same year, Mom sends $25 (1951-- about 2 days' average wage) to some guy named Gus from Pueblo, Colorado who had an ad in American Astrology or Horoscope magazine. He sent back my personal horoscope. I read it twice and it passed into oblivion. I recall how the "reading" for Sun square Uranus began: "You've sown your wild oats -- and how!" Rather a strange thing to say to a 9 year old boy, but.....
So, I came to detest astrology. What stupid nonsense (and it had embarrassed me countless times through my mother.)
Fast forward to Mexico, June 1972. It was a hot day even for a Sinaloa summer. I was an English teacher, walking down the hot sidewalk between one class and another, and had a few minutes to kill. As I walked along, I passed the open door to a bookstore. I stopped, backed up, walked into the bookstore. Books are my fatal attraction. As I passed over the threshold of that bookstore, literally in the doorway....a little voice in my head said, "Get a book on astrology."
I had not even thought about astrology in years. My distaste for it had not diminished.
And directly in front of the doorway stood one of those little revolving book racks. I walked up to it to see what it offered. There, 500 miles below the border, in English, stood A Time for Astrology by Jess Stearn. Jess Stearn wasn't even an astrologer. He was a sort of literary voyeur who wrote about things like psychics, UFOs, astrology...
Not wanting to offend the little voice, I bought the book. I read it. It was well done, and even showed how to do a solar return. It had monthly tables of planetary positions in the back. I decided to do a solar return as a test of astrology's validity. I chose the year of my first marriage as a significant year. And I found that Saturn, lord of my 7th, Venus, planet of love and relationships, and Mars, that passionate sexy devil, were all clustered tightly at my 7th cusp. Hmmm, says I. This seems like more than coincidence.
Still cynical, I decided to look a little deeper. One of the first astrology books I found was Grant Lewi's Heaven Knows What. I thumbed through it, came to Sun square Uranus, and it said "You've sown your wild oats -- and how!" Good old Gus knew how to make an easy buck. Well, at least I was old enough by now to have sown a few wild oats -- and how!
Mirabile dictu - Max Heindel's MESSAGE OF THE STARS is currently downloadable/printable - all 766 pages free in pdf form at http://www.rosicrucian.com/pdf_plaza/Message of the Stars.pdfIt was Max Heindel's "Message of the Stars", seven years ago.