Tuesday, August 4th, gaining a sense of personal effectiveness and power seems to run contrary to our beliefs and values; it’s as if what we need to do to make an impact is something we don’t really want to consider. The fact is, we may want and not understand what it will take to get it. Our desires are exaggerated, and making a beeline toward their fulfillment won’t get us the clout we’d like, either, no matter how obstacle-free the distance from ‘here’ to ‘there’ seems to be. If we pause for a moment, we realize we know the smart approach–it’s the practical one, the one for which we have the skills–and even if it doesn’t get us the flashy influence that would’ve tested our morals, it does bring us something that arises from our own understanding and wisdom–and so can bring us our wants without violating our beliefs or standards. Some will receive bursts of reward, knowledge, or praise over how they’ve shined in the world, and this can foster big changes–and those willing to see will have full access to the facts and the wise alternatives. (Vesta qnx Juno, Venus conj Jupiter both sesq Pluto, Sun trine Pallas)

Featured configuration: a Fist of God (also known as Thor’s Hammer, for Asgardians), consisting of Venus-Jupiter square Saturn, all sesquiquadrate Pluto=the reality picture for Love and/ or Money is based on facts/ what we know–that’s the only way to successfully make changes happen, at this point.

Working at a mad pace on the Vesta book, which just keeps growing. Thought I’d have it done by now, but since I’m acting as my own editor, well, let’s just say transiting Pluto square my Sun, and t Neptune quincunx my Mars, keeps me up at night, wondering, “Am I doing the right thing?” That same combo is likely what’s giving me some amazing dreams–I should preface this tale with the way I see words as I say (or type) them, almost like a banner that runs by. I cannot recognize a spoken word unless I have some concept of how to spell it (even if that’s a phonetic version). In this dream I was speaking a language I didn’t know, and I remember only vaguely seeing one very long word that began ‘oexti’  and ended ‘putl’. I was speaking with a man in a big feather cape, with a round hat. It felt as if something really momentous was about to happen. And then I woke up; the dream left only a lingering picture. Maybe, as has happened before, I’ll get a second installment to that dream image sometime in the future. Have a great week!