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astrologyOk. So, I have a new source of information and inspiration in my life these days, right? This coupled with the fact that I've been generally evolving my opinions and other inner emotions away from "science as only religion" over the last few years is really starting to scare me in good ways. I'm reading transits, talking about energy, believing in astrology, and considering a world-view greater than the scope of my understanding. This is a big change for me, and I'm embracing it, and then something happens. Something big, emotionally. I freak out totally. Panic. Mania. Neurosis. I can't stand up. I can't sit down. It's really bad. But the thing that really kicks my ass is that as I exit that state, I begin to understand. Really understand. Really get it. There's astrological explainations, related to the exact dates. It makes me understand why I was (am?) acting in was that are so unlike me, and so seemingly crazy. It grounds me, and makes me breathe deeply again. I feel alive, and that someone has explained me to me. it's all good. I hope there's not a day in the future when I look back and say "Oh, anyone can draw parallels from these archetypes in a book and some event in their lives." I'm sad because I feel it's very likely that this will happen as I look back at these halycon days of vegetarianism, passion and adventure. On a similar, but slightly different note: |
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