Astrology
"The prediction was coming true"?of course, astrologers don?t like to call anything a prediction, but it was a prediction nevertheless. And it was worse in this case because Isabelle herself was the astrologer; the predictor. She certainly wasn?t a fortune teller, and she certainly believed that free will could overcome any karmic challenge that might arise, but it was shocking to see how her life seemed to be dissolving in front of her.
She had to admit that it was a liability of her profession to sometimes see too much. Signs and synchronicities had a way of seeping into her psyche like water slowly rising in the basement. She didn?t use the words like good or bad, but instead she believed in ?fierce grace.? Anything could be turned around, and often what felt like a terrible fate could turn into grace. Sometimes the change occurred because of what we did, sometimes it was because of what we didn?t do; our patience. At this point, all she knew was that she desperately needed some of that ?fierce grace.?
Isabelle had been an astrological counselor for over twenty years, and it felt good to be on the helping side of things, to be on the ?knowing? side, of this profession. How easy it had been to encourage her clients in ?foul weather or fair? or suggest ideas as to how to handle the moment of crisis or opportunity. But no matter how many ways she looked at her chart now, she saw only the slipping away of certainty and the call of an unknown summons ?a prediction that she could not evade or barely understand.
Isabelle liked to muse on possibility and probability. But her rambling thoughts now were a liability rather than an asset. Her hands clenched and gripped the steering wheel in an effort to keep the car from careening out of control. The windshield wipers fought fast against the icy rain, as her eyes tried to adjust to the kaleidoscopic white swirls of snow coming at her. She kept her frozen foot on the accelerator at a steady 50 MPH. She was going to make it to the city before dark; she was going to make it to Newport before she lost her courage.
Courage. People would call Isabelle when they needed to summon their courage. She loved that word, because in French it meant to ?take heart? and she was good at helping others do this. She believed in the power of a generous heart and a beginners mind. But before this, she had always been on the giving end of the encouragement and the receiving end of the numbers?the birth dates, times, and credit card numbers. It had been an honor to be invited into the private lives of others, and to get paid for it.
Isabelle needed to concentrate on the road now instead of a chart. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as if the car was going to go out of control at any minute. The wipers were mesmerizing as they thrashed across the windshield and the sleet had turned to snow making it all dangerously slippery. Isabelle turned off the old ?Enya? CD and turned on the car radio station. Country music, static, hard rock and roll, or the oldies station playing ?Desperado?. She switched it off.
Maybe she should be thinking about a plan to defuse the energies of Saturn, Pluto and Uranus instead of just reacting. These planetary energies were striking her chart and her life with such force already. Maybe she should be coming up with a real plan, but astrologers all had different ideas about the 2012 predictions that had already started. It was hitting everyone in such a unique way, and Isabelle had no solutions this time, especially for herself. The combination of these planets aspecting her chart was like an earthquake---the rumbles had begun and she was holding on?at least to the steering wheel, at least in the moment.
It was a classic story for sure, of death, reinvention and rebirth. Pluto, Saturn, and Uranus. But if astrology was about anything, it was about trusting what she had always called ?Divine Right Timing? and she hoped she had it. ~ © Elizabeth Spring
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Astrology
The Prediction Was Coming True
"The prediction was coming true"?of course, astrologers don?t like to call anything a prediction, but it was a prediction nevertheless. And it was worse in this case because Isabelle herself was the astrologer; the predictor. She certainly wasn?t a fortune teller, and she certainly believed that free will could overcome any karmic challenge that might arise, but it was shocking to see how her life seemed to be dissolving in front of her.She had to admit that it was a liability of her profession to sometimes see too much. Signs and synchronicities had a way of seeping into her psyche like water slowly rising in the basement. She didn?t use the words like good or bad, but instead she believed in ?fierce grace.? Anything could be turned around, and often what felt like a terrible fate could turn into grace. Sometimes the change occurred because of what we did, sometimes it was because of what we didn?t do; our patience. At this point, all she knew was that she desperately needed some of that ?fierce grace.?
Isabelle had been an astrological counselor for over twenty years, and it felt good to be on the helping side of things, to be on the ?knowing? side, of this profession. How easy it had been to encourage her clients in ?foul weather or fair? or suggest ideas as to how to handle the moment of crisis or opportunity. But no matter how many ways she looked at her chart now, she saw only the slipping away of certainty and the call of an unknown summons ?a prediction that she could not evade or barely understand.
Isabelle liked to muse on possibility and probability. But her rambling thoughts now were a liability rather than an asset. Her hands clenched and gripped the steering wheel in an effort to keep the car from careening out of control. The windshield wipers fought fast against the icy rain, as her eyes tried to adjust to the kaleidoscopic white swirls of snow coming at her. She kept her frozen foot on the accelerator at a steady 50 MPH. She was going to make it to the city before dark; she was going to make it to Newport before she lost her courage.
Courage. People would call Isabelle when they needed to summon their courage. She loved that word, because in French it meant to ?take heart? and she was good at helping others do this. She believed in the power of a generous heart and a beginners mind. But before this, she had always been on the giving end of the encouragement and the receiving end of the numbers?the birth dates, times, and credit card numbers. It had been an honor to be invited into the private lives of others, and to get paid for it.
Isabelle needed to concentrate on the road now instead of a chart. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as if the car was going to go out of control at any minute. The wipers were mesmerizing as they thrashed across the windshield and the sleet had turned to snow making it all dangerously slippery. Isabelle turned off the old ?Enya? CD and turned on the car radio station. Country music, static, hard rock and roll, or the oldies station playing ?Desperado?. She switched it off.
Maybe she should be thinking about a plan to defuse the energies of Saturn, Pluto and Uranus instead of just reacting. These planetary energies were striking her chart and her life with such force already. Maybe she should be coming up with a real plan, but astrologers all had different ideas about the 2012 predictions that had already started. It was hitting everyone in such a unique way, and Isabelle had no solutions this time, especially for herself. The combination of these planets aspecting her chart was like an earthquake---the rumbles had begun and she was holding on?at least to the steering wheel, at least in the moment.
It was a classic story for sure, of death, reinvention and rebirth. Pluto, Saturn, and Uranus. But if astrology was about anything, it was about trusting what she had always called ?Divine Right Timing? and she hoped she had it. ~ © Elizabeth Spring
- Prologue For Book: "predictions: The Private Papers Of A Reluctant Astrologer"
? "Isabelle CoCroft"? ?Falling in love with yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance.? Oscar Wilde When I first met Peter I believed in predictions. Now I know ?it?s complicated.? That?s the phrase people use to describe their love relationships...
- Astrological Predictions Of Death: Simple Grace
Simple Grace The prediction was coming true?or at least I thought it was. Astrologers proclaim that it is completely unethical to predict death, and the idea of ?desiring death? for another is unacceptable for everyone. Yet during the past few months...
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Predictions When I first met Peter I believed in predictions. Now I know ?it?s complicated?. That?s the phrase people use to describe their love relationships when some things are true and some things aren?t as they?re meant to be. ?It?s complicated?...
- There Are No Atheists In Foxholes
?Hell is hot, isn?t it?? I shouted to Peter while hurrying through the Paris airport. I thought how hell happens in the ?in-between times?: the times when you don?t know if you will make it or not?those times between the biopsy and the result, between...
- The Private Papers Of A Reluctant Astrologer
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