The Ninth House bores me. I have Saturn there. Travel? I'm a Cancerian homebody. Foreign culture? Okay sure, that's fine. I have friends from around the world. Religion, God? Yeah, I'm with you there. I think about God a lot. Philosophy of life? Okay. But my Saturn is in Taurus. I get kind of fixed. Fixated. Higher education? I have my MFA. Publishing? Anyone who knows me knows I do another kind of writing and am frustrating by publishing. I feel restricted, to say the least. I did publish when I first graduated then I stopped trying for some years. Now I am trying again. It's slow going. Thanks Saturn.
Saturn is the teacher. Saturn is serious. Saturn is authority (thus, the police officer posted above).
Saturn, they say, is your work. Saturn, they say, makes you work. Some even say there will be reward for all this work. IF you work. If you learn your lesson. Saturn, dear Saturn, always has a lesson.
My astrologer in Iowa (yes, astrologers need other astrologers!) tells me that Saturn does not deny you (I can hear her voice saying this) but it does delay.
And it's a funny little karma (karma also is Saturn): this thing I long for so much, this thing I value (Venus) squares my Saturn (restriction) in the 9th house of publishing.
Saturn is not sexy. Pluto is, hell yes. Maybe even Uranus with its weird tastes and sudden excitements. Neptune while not so sexy is larger than life, supersize spirituality, illusion and delusion.
But Saturn? No. Not sexy.
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Your pics are all beautiful beauties. I don't know enough yet about astrology to say anything intelligent, but I will keep reading and hopefully soon I will learn.
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