Transiting Uranus conjunct Natal Mercury

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“They are closer than you think”, REALLY!

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Thoughts on Transiting Uranus conjunct Natal Mercury

Natal Mercury is in a Natal Yod/Boomerang configuration in which Mercury sextiles Natal Uranus from the 10^th to the 12^th house. Both planets inconjunct the Natal Moon in the 5^th house. The Moon is conjunct the Vertex and Juno and all 3 oppose the Natal Mars which is in a cazimi conjunction with the Natal Sun in 11. Yeeeoooow!

When Transiting Uranus crept up upon Natal Mercury, my 2^nd child died...Uranus rules the 8th, Mercury rules the 12^th and 4^{th. -} All the psychic houses were activated. The Moon rules the 1^st and yes, when he strangled himself, I felt someone was strangling me 1,617 miles away at the same time. I now know he made a trial attempt 6 weeks earlier. That Sunday I didn’t know what was happening to me, but after 24 hours of periodic shortness of breath and chest pain, I went to the Emergency Room of the local hospital.

I can’t remember the title of a book that I once read. It stated that your dead family and friends are closer than you think they are. When Progressed Mercury was dancing over my Natal Pluto, I was reading the minds of animals, seeing visions, and thought nothing of it. I took delight in communication with Mother Nature. Natally the pair are septile.

With Transiting Uranus, synchronization happens a lot. Over St. Pats, I remembered my Munster Irish Grandma who died before I was born. I wrote a piece about her on Gab.com under a Glenn Beck video on the Stock Market Crashing and the Corona-virus and received 3 comments. I told the story of her psychic dream which instructed Grandpa to get out of the Stock Market before the crash of ‘29 and her love of gardening which she passed to my Dad and myself. I wrote of the Great Depression and “Stone Soup”. One of the commentators said he never heard of Stone Soup. Depression Era mothers would, for lack of meat, drop stones into their pots of vegetable soup. The leeching stones added minerals to the diet. I lamented that I did not know which kind of stones leech the best minerals. In my mind, I wished I had a teacher.

Today, while turning over the winter cover crop in the garden I spotted what I thought was a small red-skinned potato, but I hadn’t planted potatoes in that section of the garden for 3 years. Intrigued, I bent over picked it up and began brushing off the dirt. It was a red stone with flecks of sparkles. I am forever and a day picking stones out of the garden. One year a visitor heard me exclaim that every spring the devil pushes more stones up from hell and into my garden just to piss me off! I have never seen this type and color of stone in my garden before. I put it in my pocket. Once this “pushing 70-year-old body” wore itself out, I headed into the house. A couple of hours later in a google search,

I found out that the stone was red granite. The red pigmentation comes from a mineral that has FE or Iron in it! Damn! It’s a meat stone soup substitute! So, my Irish Potato Famine Grandma gave me the answer to my question in more ways than one!

Communication with the other side is interesting when you’re aware enough to “get it”. Oh, the things they do to get your attention! Peel back some of your own mental onion skins, why don’t you?

Today, was a real “beauty” Grandma! Thanks for the instruction and God Bless You.