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Exact Aspects

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
(The stars incline us. They do not bind us.)

Exact Aspects get called fate aspects. I hate it so much.


I grew up with a darling mother with a sterling character and heart of gold and a mountain of personal baggage. I grew up with horrible ideas like "If you dream it, it WILL come true." and spent much of my early adulthood desperately trying to escape a deep dread and the terror that my life was like a Greek Tragedy, where the harder I tried to escape my horrible fate, the more doomed I was to make it come true.

So I like collecting movie snippets and sayings that assert this is not true, such as this line from Minority Report that I typically misremember as you still have a choice.


And I like collecting anecdotes. Someone sold their house and traveled the world hunting for gold and later gold was found literally in the backyard of the house they sold.

When my eldest son was thirteen, I told him to not worry about trying to accomplish anything in life. I told him if he was really as smart as the tests said he was, it would show in whatever he chose to do and he should think about how he wished to live and I said "I'm sure Hitler was a bright guy."

I like astrology because it gives me a menu to choose from. Saturn rules limitations and poverty but it also rules time and effort. It suggests I can accept my limitations or I can put in the effort to overcome them, possibly over a long period of time.

Uranus kind of rules the cliffs we fall off of so to speak. It also rules brilliance and the unexpected.

I try to focus on figuring out how to build a metaphorical hang glider for the cliffs I see coming my way.

As a child, I knew I would marry a man with a particular name and be widowed young. I forgot all about this premonition until after I married a man with that name and began having nightmares about him dying.

I'm divorced because I can choose and I did. He's still alive and no longer young.

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