Venus Retrograde In Scorpio: Diving Deep to Create Balance

Venus retrograde for spoonies 💕

Astrology Musings for Spoonies

Details: Venus entered the pre-shadow phase September 3rd 2018 at 25º Libra***Venus stations retrograde October 5th, 2018 12:05pm (PST) at 10º Scorpio***Venus enters Libra October 31st, 2018 12:42pm (PST)***Venus stations direct November 16th, 2018 2:51am (PST) at 25º Libra***Venus leaves the post-shadow period December 17th 2018 7:28pm (PST) at 10º Scorpio 

Meet Venusshe’s bold, she’s beautiful, she knows what she likes and what she wants, and sister planet is intense when she pairs up with Scorpio. Venus is more than just romance and beauty, she influences all of our relationships, our finances, our creativity and appreciation for art. She teaches us something about how we feel about our partnerships, desires, and needs. She wants us to learn how to be compassionate with ourselves, and the importance of learning how to receive without guilt. We only experience Venus retrograde every 12-14 months, so let’s dooooo this!8B51B2C8-355F-4334-B289-CDA97B2B648EWith Venus retrograde starting

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Out of the shadows and into Autumn

Started a new astrology blog 💕

Astrology Musings for Spoonies

Phew! We made it out of a summer of intense eclipses and soooo many retrograde planets! Leaving the shadow of Mars retrograde feels like a good time to start this project.snailhi

Hi! I’m Leah, and I have been interested in astrology since middle school, when I discovered the daily astrology nuggets by Holiday Mathis in the Washington Post. I think that was when I was really beginning to struggle with depression, and for some reason those two or three sentences would be my little morning moment of hope. I don’t know that I actually believed in any of it until I was in my early twenties and started learning there was way more to astrology than a sun sign. I came to find astrology a fascinating way of gaining some understanding of my human experience. I don’t know why it took me so long to accept that I am passionate…

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Empty Bucket 

Today I don’t even feel like I 

Am even a drop in the bucket, 

no I…

am more of what’s left behind 

Some residue and reflection on a beat up YIELD sign

All of the hatred washes over us like some desert-dry heat 

Tiptoeing on baking tar, 

we cannot even smell the burning of our own feet 

We, the nameless generation of exhausted phoenixes who… 

can combust no more

We, who were once the formiddable waves tumbling onto life’s shore

Reduced to drops in a leaky bucket

Worn down to a lazy middle finger, and a “fuck it”

On planet made of mostly water, we’ve found our way to dehydration 

Separated ourselves with fences and nations

And all that’s left of me now is the faintest resignation,

Some signs on a park bench of evaporation.

❤ Leah Ruthe

Sequential Dream: Chapter 3

Rescue Mission?

We left off with the discovery that humans are the muses of the cosmos (at least in this dimension), and serve some sort of important purpose for the multiverse. Our creativity and our empathy are critical, as is our continued social evolution.

In the third dream, I found myself looking out of a giant glass dome, not unlike many of the viewing decks in sci-fi shows. I remember being mesmerized by the endless stars and vastness before me. I noticed the quiet and solemn presence of Etnu, my extraterrestrial guide. After a long moment, it occurred to me to ask, “Etnu, what are we doing here?” They replied, “We are witnessing the Big Launch,” with great emphasis on “big launch.” I had a lot of questions for Etnu, but I didn’t have time to ask any of them because his long fingers waved in front of my face, then pointed in front of us. Suddenly the space in front of us was filled with spherical pod-like vehicles; there must have been thousands of them. As the moved away they looked like glowing orbs, perfectly round lanterns floating off into the abyss.

I looked at Etnu, eyebrows raised. “Are they going to Earth?”

“Yes. Earth, and one planet beyond yours, which also contains a struggling species. Listen closely, Leah. These beings have been specially trained to help human social evolution accelerate quickly. You will meet three of them over the course of your life. The first will give you the records you have been unable to access. The second will teach you to balance empathy and critical thinking. The third will be your partner. You will recognize them when you meet them. Orion will be meeting two. He already has access to the records. The first to visit Orion will teach him to heal both animals and plants. The second will be his partner. He will also know them when he meets them. I will introduce you to them each in the coming months, so that you will not be confused.”

There was a long pause, as I tried furiously to commit these facts to memory. Please don’t let me forget when I wake up, please.

The last thing I can remember Etnu saying before I woke up was, “You will also meet the ones who are NOT helpers. We will prepare you for them…”

Until next time!

Sequential Dream: Chapter 1

My friend convinced me to chronicle the sequential alien dreams I’ve been having lately. Blog dream journal takeover! Hope you’re as entertained as I am! –Leah R. Chatterjee

Meeting Etnu

I remember opening my eyes to find I had fallen asleep on the ground in some sort of desert. I looked up into very large, golden eyes, with more pupil than iris.

“My name is Etnu. I’ll be with you from now on in all of your endeavors. I’m here now to take you to the conference,” said this very lanky, tall creature. I can’t say what sort of creature, but very humanlike.

Etnu was very long, androgynous, and their energy felt like home. I don’t know how else to describe it, but this person felt like family. So, without asking any questions, I took Etnu’s hand, and was suddenly hurled into some sort of tunnel. My ear pressure went berserk, and I remember pressing my free hand firmly against my right ear in an attempt to ease the aching. How exactly we exited this tunnel I cannot really recall, I just remember suddenly feeling a lurch in my stomach, and a large, circular room materializing around me.

“You are only invited to listen and observe, you understand? No talking,” Etnu said in a very matter-of-fact sort of manner. I nodded in reply.

Looking around the room, it appeared to be some kind of fancy conference room. There was an oval-shaped table surrounded by about 30 or so beings. Each one had a unique sort of outfit, but they all had similar features–hairless, androgynous, long. Hovering about six feet above the table was a hologram that was spouting a series of seemingly random numbers, but I soon realized this was some sort of translator. As quickly as I realized this, I suddenly began to understand what was being said by reading the numbers.

I seemed to be a fly on the wall of a very heated discussion. The topic seemed to be what to do about the “humans on Earth.” From what I gathered, humans were very important to their cosmic path, but there was a problem. Humans had broken tradition, and their technology was evolving faster than they were socially evolving. The problem with this was clearly that we had not resolved our petty issues (religion, politics, climate, etc), and were on a path of self destruction. It seemed to be of great concern to everyone present at this strange meeting that we would figure out space travel before we had learned to be a peaceful species. This would basically seriously fuck up all of their plans, especially if we figured out how to use black holes properly (!!!!! more on this later !!!!!).

There seemed to be an alarming amount of support for the annihilation of humans. “Start again from scratch,” said one particularly irritated being, “Remember Mars? It worked with Mars.”

“Yes, but we wasted an entire planet, don’t forget that!” Another asserted in a reasonable tone.

There was a lot of bickering about this point. Did they have time to wait for an entire evolution of species again? No. It didn’t seem they did. Just as I was really getting interested and feeling my way through the discussion, Etnu took my hand again, squeezed it as if to say, “time to go.” And the room faded away, and I opened my eyes to the spare bedroom in my parents’ house, where I had fallen asleep four hours earlier. I felt as though I had just been on a journey miles long, and my skin felt like one giant bruise. I was awake.