Wednesday 7 September 2011
\One Soap Box, Soap Opera, or Another/
It's interesting that in the brouhaha over the double-scheduling of a Presidential address and the Republican candidate debate, the Republicans apparently won, but really lost: because this evening looks like a ridiculously crazy time for most anything, with the moon still squared Saturn, opposed to Mars, and void-of-course beginning at 1:35p PT | 4:35p ET | 8:35p UT. The President is lucky the Republicans stole his scheduled speech-time! Thursday will be better for him. If any of the Republican candidates say anything intelligent, I would be surprised.
The day as a whole is difficult, although the moon trines Venus at 9:20a PT | 12:20p ET | 4:20p UT. A few hours before and after this may be the smoothest or friendliest time of the day, and better for business (not after the void-of-course begins).
When people get together, in interest groups, or social or spiritual groups, there is a stripped-back determination for each to assert himself or herself gallantly, with the risk of clashes but at the same time some relief that feelings are being expressed honestly. Everybody has rights, it seems, but it's hard to see when someone else's trump one's own.
Your reserve forces are strong, and even strengthen in the face of disappointment, because you are using your astute perception of all factors to meet slowness and backtracking, the economic doldrums, with determination to shine eventually rather than succumb to the temporary respite.
Holding on to advantages, you are convinced you will attain mastery of all essential factors. This requires trusting those who are trustworthy, and especially the Supreme One Whose guidance and support trump human ineptness whenever it is encountered.
Erotic happenings could be peculiar while Venus is biseptile Pluto and the Part of Fortune in the 5th sector. Whoever attracts you is either friend or enemy, and could be the latter without knowing it. This does not mean you should be paranoid, but caution is recommended when it comes to anyone whose interest in you is seductive. Usually ordinary common sense prevents such comeuppances, and then one can muse on "what might have been" as a cut scene from one's personal soap opera. You have prerogatives, and so does the other. When they fit together, all seems well, unless there is a dollop of mutual beguilement ending in disillusioning pain.
{Wednesday} /One Soap Box, Soap Opera, or Another\
Cosmic Piper
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