Haha you made me laugh. My planets are mostly packed below the horizon as well, I hear you.
My Uranus is partying with Mercury Rx (3a), but in Sagittarius in the 5th house. With such a big Stellium I had a feeling you would probably share this aspect. I really enjoy how their energies blend, it can be electrifying, but this conjunction can be exasperating sometimes. Even if it’s soften by a Venus sextile. My mind feels like a lit lightbulb all the time. Does it ring a bell?
With my Moon in the 4th house I supposed I look at the 4th house as a key to decipher my chart (myself). I was always fascinated by the 4th house. Not sure which dimension, perhaps the emotional and healing dimension of the 4th house. I also read somewhere once that a scorpion moon can act like a second Chiron (well a scorpion moon touching Pluto can certain feel like a second Chiron). Maybe it feels very heavy loaded, Saturn, Pluto, South Node, and I’m trying to shed some light and understand better the depth of its nature and accept its challenges. I’m guessing Uranus and Mars can be very challenging as well.
In my case, that fourth house is also intercepted, btw.
Sure, my mind tends to be "on" almost around the clock, and it works in its own way. As my Mercury is in the fourth, my attention gravitates towards those dimensions. And I don't mean interior design.
Family has been important in my life, but not in the standard, fluffy way. There was "karma" briefly mentioned before. I don't use it in the sense of previous lives. But there do exist patterns in our life, and in families - some have it stronger than others.
I have always lived between two worlds, which scared and angered my mother who tried to beat it out of me, to "get me straight". (my father died when I was 8).
My mother, in her turn, was brought up by her authoritative father, who had an extreme, fanatic hatred towards everything intellectual and/or spiritual. Even in the seventies, he refused to have electricity or running water in his house. *** all things different and new.
This, in part, was rooted in his problematic relationship with his own father, who was a freemason. Ironically (it was more than irony, of course), he happened to fall in love with the clairvoyant of the region. He probably hoped to "straighten" her out, but she died a few months after giving birth to my mother.
I, in my turn, was brought up mostly by my mother, who heavily identifies with her father. As my grandfather cut all ties to his wife's family, my mother grew up not knowing them, and that's how it started for me, too. But, as it often happens, when I was approaching adolescence, my "gifts" were becoming stronger, and the situation developed into a crisis. My mother thought I was going mad, and I wasn't sure what to think. I have no idea how things would have ended. But then, like in the fairy tales, we were suddenly approached by the sister of my grandmother. My mother was ambivalent about the situation, but who can help being curious about their own mother and family? My grandaunt soon took me under her wings. The world opened up, and out of a sudden, I had a place in it, after all. She's a shaman, btw.