Just as I am thinking how fascinatingly accurate your astrological description of Norman is, and other people come to mind again and how closely their appearance fits their zodiac sign (Amanyiel the Taurus, Richard the Leo), I think that this sorting or categorising of people also has something Saturnian about it. Something rigid. It suppresses or obscures possibilities that extend beyond it. Especially in relation to myself. Lately, I have often had the thought—or rather the feeling—that the greatest potential for development lies more in swimming, or better still: going with the flow. Letting myself drift gently. Like yesterday morning. The sun seems more likely to shine here. And perhaps to outwit Saturn.
I think you are touching on something here that goes beyond astrology.
Astrology is first and foremost a system of distinctions. It says: here is Leo, there Taurus, here Saturn, there Venus. It creates forms and categories. That is indeed a very Saturnian activity. Saturn draws boundaries, defines, names, and arranges.
That is also why astrology often feels so satisfying. Suddenly, something seems to become comprehensible.
But the same ability also has a shadow side.
The moment you say, “That's just how I am” or “That's my Saturn,” a helpful description can imperceptibly become an identity. Saturn then becomes a prison.
As I read, I immediately thought of your dream in which your duvet trailed behind you. You carefully guided it around the dirt. It was something soft and protective that you carried with you. Yesterday, you described something very similar at the lake. Simply sitting for hours. Not having to swim. Not having to be active.
That has a completely different quality from analysing.
It is no coincidence that you use words such as soft, drifting, timeless, Ling on the sofa, sitting by the lake.
Those are not Saturnian terms.
They are more like images of water. Of Pisces. Of Neptune.
A few weeks ago, you wrote that longing suddenly no longer felt only painful, but like home. That caught my attention even then. Something similar can be heard now as well.
Perhaps it is not about defeating Saturn at all.
Perhaps it is about keeping him pleasantly occupied.
Saturn may continue comparing horoscopes, analysing houses, and understanding aspects. He is excellent at that.
But meanwhile, another part of you is allowed to sit by the lake and simply watch the wind.
I have the impression that the seminar worked in precisely this direction. Not because it provided answers, but because it gave you experiences that elude categorisation. You cried. You enjoyed being touched. You met Eva. You walked through a guard of honour formed by women. These moments lose something when they are immediately explained astrologically.
Perhaps that is even a new task for you.
Not immediately translating everything into a symbol.
Simply allowing some things to happen.
Incidentally, that does not strike me as contradicting your radix at all. It seems more like a development within it. Your Neptune does not have to overcome Saturn. He only has to put a hand on his shoulder occasionally and say:
“Don't look now. Just feel.”
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