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Part 2 - I Received The Call It was Saturday, March 15, 2003. When my phone in Nashville, TN began its persistent ringing, I just barely managed to catch the call as I was heading out the door to face the day. The
Ides of March But waking up that - otherwise nondescript - Saturday morning, it was supposed to be just another Saturday. Damn it, it was supposed to be just another Saturday like all of the many uneventful Saturdays that had passed before it. It wasn't. According to the hesitant, but steady voice of my mother's physician on the other end of the line... my mother had been diagnosed with a fast growing tumurous growth in her kidneys. Mom had already made the difficult decision that she would not have the elective surgery to be followed up by chemotherapy that might or might not briefly extend her life. Because of this... my mother had now been given a maximum of six months to live. Mom, a retired school teacher, living 1,000 miles away along the eastern border of New Mexico, had called a couple of days earlier in order to let me know that she was in the hospital. According to her, she'd admitted herself for the rather benign purposes of regulating all of the various and asunder medications that she had been taking. This was Mom’s typical modus operandi of letting me know that she was or had been in the hospital. After everything was already okay and squared away, then she’d call me with the news. At the same time... I, as her only son, was expected to let her know immediately if anything were wrong with me. Being my mother's son, I usually didn't. Feeling adrenaline and accompanying panic now surging through every inch of my body, I knew that my sister, Karen, living 300 miles away from Mom on the other side of New Mexico, would still be able to reach our Mom much faster than I could. Unfortunately, I also knew the odds of getting hold of my sister on that particular Saturday were somewhere between slim and none. My sister was scheduled to be on the road that day, traveling to Albuquerque to pick up her son during his very first college spring break. And my sister and nephew were seemingly two of the last people on the planet that didn't yet have a cell phone. With a hopeless sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I called my nephew’s dorm room. My sister was there. She immediately headed for Mom. Looking
At The Charts In the first place... when caught up in the heat of the moment, I'm not likely going to be clear-headed enough to get much of anything right. Besides... the forecasting of future events, based on whatever astrological symbols are involved is (and has always been) a dicey and hazardous endeavor at best. Chaos
Theory and Prediction Put simply... nature knows what it's doing. Thus far, it has been easier to see and explain this hidden pattern after the fact, because the second tenet of the Chaos Theory is that very small intervening variables (events) can cause complex behaviors or events. This has been called the Lorenz Butterfly Effect, where it's somewhat "tongue in cheek" asked: "Does the Flap of a Butterfly's Wings in Brazil set off a Tornado in Texas?" Astrology, and precise forecasting of future events, is much the same. Aligning
With Destiny Speaking only for myself, astrology has generally been most effective in my life when used as one of several augmentative tools that assists me in confirming what I already know (or should have known) in the inner-depths of my being. The very idea of predictive astrology being used to gain a sense of control over one's circumstances reminds me of the wonderful Scottish astrologer Isabelle Pagan (1867-1960) that commented in the 1930 edition of her book "From Pioneer to Poet" that as a rule she avoided making predictions about such things. "Few have the fortitude to face predictions of calamity without loss of energy; while many, assured of coming luck - especially financial - are inclined to take things easy." So... at exactly what point I finally chose to take a closer look at the various charts involved in my mother’s situation - I’m not quite sure. When I finally did take a look at the various charts, it ultimately didn’t help much for the more mundane purposes of planning and (yes) attempting to figure out and control the situation. It did however help in explaining the larger picture of what was going on and thus providing a quiet sense of meaning. Home > Astrology and Jung > A Time To Live > The Call |
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