I've had my horoscope done three times, each time by women, who tend to be much more interested in astrology than men. I have no interest in it, other than wondering about the Three Magi. The first time I was 19, and it was my neighbor who did it. She was self-taught, and it showed. She claimed I would die mysteriously and my body would never be found. Sure, whatever.
The second time was by an 18-year-old Filipina, also self-taught. She did a lot better than the first one. Still wasn't anything memorable, which is why I don't remember what she said.
The third time, however, was by a woman who had been taught by a professional astrologer. None of this self-taught stuff from some book.
The third time left me speechless. I'm used to leaving people speechless, but I'm not used to having it done to me.
Turns out my chart has an unusual configuration called "the finger of God," based on a William Blake painting, "The Ancient of Days."
For you astrologers out there, here's my chart.
My chart has a lot of royalty in it, which didn't surprise me (I'm a Leo). I've always felt partial to kings and queens, and have no use for the leftist delusion of democracy.
What did surprise me were the other things -- the obsessions with power, with good and evil, and sex (all of which, by the way, are related). The first three I write about constantly; the last, never. But all of it clearly showed in my chart.
How can this be? I have no explanation for it. But I do know my inner nature clearly showed in my chart, a nature that I can no more change than a dog can change his.
It's actually pretty scary, I'll tell you that.
Poster Comment:
I have no idea what to think about this...except that what was told me is absolutely true.