Showing posts with label Past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Past. Show all posts

Friday, September 15, 2017

Everything Ends One Day

PAST


September 8, 2017

These blogs are usually on a time lapse. I write a pile—more than could ever fit in one post—so I break them up and schedule them one after the other. Chances are, you won’t find out whether the prediction came true or not for a couple of months after I know about it.

In the meantime, every time I have to write the date, I’m reminded that it’s one day closer to the end of the month. I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that, if the prediction comes true, it could be a bit late, especially since Chi’s preponderance of fixed and mutable signs reflects what I already know: a tendency to be afraid of change, and to run from the opposite direction of any kind of pain or upset, therefore letting problems fester in denial until they reach a horrible crisis. (Which is precisely what he did for twenty years the last time.)

But, much past the end of September, and that prediction isn’t coming true. Either they had EXCELLENT help, did lots of terrific work in therapy, both of them--and I’ve seen the transits these past two years reflecting that they’ve had those opportunities--and they’re fine, which is the best and most desirable outcome for them.

Or they didn’t, and he’s either fixated on someone else to avoid his problems with, or is just too ashamed, embarrassed, or scared to ever contact me again.

Even if he did, I'd have to send him back to her for reasons coming up in the next post. Either way, it’s definitely over, and I’m going to be alone for a long, long time. Quite possibly forever.

And besides, who the FUCK would ever look at this situation and think it holds any hope of any kind of future?

(This is, I note, the very same thing I said to myself when I knew I liked him all those years ago and went, There’s no way that can ever happen.)

But really. Sometimes you have to get real.

I am really, really sad, and really, really depressed. I hope that some day, life the way it is will feel like there’s enough meaning in it for me. Because it’s not going to change.

Well…I can’t say there isn’t meaning in it. I have learned an awful lot and grown a lot through this experience. I know things I never knew before, and I have changed some unhealthy perspectives on life and relationships that I have held and believed since I was little. I know that that is the main purpose of life, and in that, I have accomplished a great deal. There’s a school of thought that suffering is good for the soul. In that case, I imagine my soul is in excellent shape.

I just wish it didn’t have to be so joyless. So lonely and so sad. I guess that’s a consequence of having been happy. When you’ve been as happy in a relationship as I have been, nothing else is ever really going to compare. All I’ve really wanted my whole life is to belong with people, solid, healthy people who fit who I was.

I guess that’s just going to include only me from now on. And life is just so much better and happier with other people in it, if they’re healthy people. When your relationships have been horrible, being alone is wonderful and freeing. When your relationships have been happy, being alone is sad.

At least I know that the universe isn’t just being cruel, and that I’m supposed to get some crucial learning out of experiences like these. I know what crucial learning I was supposed to take home from knowing Chi, and from examining those relationships. 

I just don’t know what crucial learning I am supposed to take home from being this alone and this sad. It feels like my whole life is over, nothing much good is going to happen to me anymore, and I’m just waiting to get old, lose my faculties, move into a shitty nursing home, and sit in front of a TV set alone til I die. So what if I ever did become a successful writer? I’d still be all alone. 

Let’s face it, when you’ve had the happiest love in your life, nothing else even comes close, or ever will again. And when special people are gone, nothing ever will replace them.

Even pets feel this way. My friend in writer's group just had to put her dog to sleep a month ago, and woke up in a cold sweat the other night dreaming he was lost and she couldn't find him. Even her remaining dog is overeating, housesoiling, and experiencing symptoms of separation anxiety. There really is no way around it; losing someone special is traumatic.

I just hope I can find some way not to be this sad for the rest of my life.

So, I’m trying to be real here. These are just horoscopes. There’s no way I’ll ever see this guy again. (Although, I will say, they were just horoscopes before, and they predicted the beginning of this relationship perfectly, and right at the end of the transits that were relevant. Just like it’s the end of them again this time.)

One other thing I’ve learned: All that really has to happen for a horoscope transit not to come true is one thing…someone’s decision. If you decide a thing will not happen, you can alter any transit. 

Robert Hand and Liz Greene (famous astrologers, leaders in the field) both say this. In fact, what they write is that astrology is there so that we may peek into the future, see the bad decisions we are about to make, and change them before they happen. Use them to learn our lessons more quickly and efficiently and make ourselves better people, while avoiding some of life’s most painful consequences. Speed up our ability to reach the spiritual milestones we incarnated in order to reach.

Maybe that’s what Chi and Rory have done. If so, more power to them. If they could turn that Titanic around (especially Rory), then they deserve every happiness, and I’m just the chump who goaded them into it. I did my job, and ended up badly, badly hurt, as I was supposed to. As 99.999999% of all of us third-parties-to-the-marriage do.

So what does the chump do next? Finish her novel, I suppose. Complicating that, unfortunately, is the fact that now I’m up to the love affair and I have to reread ours to figure out how to structure that one.

And all I know is how happy I was. I’m happy just rereading it.

And so, so sad that it will never happen again.

Part of knowing that you’ve had good things in your life, and done good things in your life, is the fact that you have happy memories to look back on. And when you can look back and see the good things you did. Because I did do some, even with regard to their marriage, and that much is evident.

But it sure is sad when your present life is dismal by comparison.

I have to remember two things: One, if he ever came back, it should be for HIM, not me. I don't want him back because he feels guilty that he hurt me or that I'm upset. That wouldn't be any better for him than going back to a bad relationship with Rory because he felt guilty about her would be. 

If a relationship does not work for YOU, it's not going to work, period. As bad as I feel, I'm healthier emotionally now than he was when I last saw him. He was in very bad shape, and as such, it's his welfare before mine. If I'm unhappy, handling that is my job, not his job. Healing his codependency and low self worth is his job, not my job.

We can't do these jobs FOR each other. Humans can do these jobs WITH each other, but never FOR each other, Bible stories about Jesus dying on the cross "for" our sins notwithstanding. If we try that in real life, it's codependent and unhealthy.

Second, I need to remember that THIS IS LIFE.

No matter what happens, if you love someone, you're going to lose them ONE day, unless you die first.

That's the way it is. Tough.

Sooner or later, every one of us is going to spend time alone--maybe a  long time--and every one of us needs to learn how to do that.

So it's been almost four years, and I still haven't figured that out.

That's my job.


Sunday, August 27, 2017

A Flash From The Past...

PAST


I wrote this back in May of 2016.



I went back and looked at my current horoscope transits, trying to find the answer to this yod. What AM I being tested on? How DO I pass?


I’ve read these things only about a jillion times and only now are they beginning to make sense. They say, in brief, that something horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible has happened/is happening in my life. That I’m taking it, and myself, so seriously that I’m able to be extremely creative. That I have foresight right now and can recognize opportunities. That there’s a danger I may behave ruthlessly and hurt other people very badly. That this is so bad I’m struggling to survive psychologically, but that something about this works in my favor…eventually.


That I’m horribly, painfully lonely. That I finally see that I really haven’t had a good life overall, and that I’m expecting just compensation as if this were a courtroom, that I’ve been expecting it like a little child expecting to go to Disneyland one day. That I finally see that life never works this way, and I decide to give this fantasy up for good. 


That I need to give up the ideas that I’ll get what I think I deserve, that there will always be someone to love me, and that perfect love or lasting happiness can or should occur. That I need to give up believing that love and relationships will support me and that support from other people will always be there to make me happy. That I am an adult, not a child, and I am now alone to fend for myself. That I need to stop being this emotional child and grow up now and take care of myself on my own, or this will just happen all over again. (In 2020-2021, when I have The. Worst. Horoscope. Ever. Apparently I didn’t learn my lesson.)


That I feel so desperate I don’t make good decisions. That I have this deep, deep need for life and circumstances to treat me very, very well, and I need this so badly I might do anything, and that’s bad. That I just want to go back to the kind of relationship I had with Simon, and that’s not going to be available to me any time soon. That I need to find a project to hunker down and work on, don’t get into drugs, don’t start drinking, and don’t fall for another relationship where it looks like “everything’s perfect.” As long as I need that, I’m going to be miserable.


Life is tough and cold for a good long time, and I’m going to be alone in it. Happily or unhappily is up to me.


I also read that something is coming up in September that’s going to upset me, but I’m finding some way to look at life so these things don’t slaughter me anymore. This aspect of it is good. And whatever it is that happens, not to get upset, fly off the handle, and do something stupid, because what I do helps shape what happens next. That all I can do to help things is just sit tight and try to see the deeper reason it’s all happening.


That something life-shakingly horrible has happened to my entire world view. (And yeah, I can really see this.) That I’m reacting very painfully and dramatically, either becoming horribly depressed or trying to control other people. That I’m supposed to use this time to take care of myself and understand myself, and to control myself, not other people. That I’m supposed to honor my feelings but DO NOT strike out at anyone. 

I’m supposed to be learning about myself and about the worse aspects of human nature, achieve deep insight, and become strong enough to cope with this. These things happen to the best people, and I’m just supposed to toughen up and deal with it. That there’s no easy answer to this, I’m in a situation I don’t morally agree with, and this is the challenge. That I’m supposed to be strong and behave with integrity. NO power trips, NO manipulation. That this is an extremely important time and how I choose to handle it is important. (Sounds like my yod, right?) That this is just a really, really bad time and I’m supposed to be developing myself and my character. That I’m supposed to be learning detachment and self-sufficiency. That I’m supposed to become absolutely and fully able to handle anything life dishes out, all by myself and all alone. 

This has a lot to do with what comes next...

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Taking a Searching Moral Inventory...It's Not Just For Dope Addicts.



PAST

I have figured out why Liz Greene’s horoscopes are the best thing going: because she’s also a psychologist.


Saturn reflects struggling to build an ego and protect oneself. I have discovered that I have Saturn squaring just about fucking EVERYTHING in my chart: Sun, Moon, Mars, and Mercury. A square is considered a “hard” aspect and requires real work to overcome a difficulty, with good results if you do. The only inner planet I missed was Saturn square Venus, and you DEFINITELY don’t want THAT in your chart. Saturn is also the tip of my yod with Uranus (reaching for the freedom to be oneself) and Neptune (creativity, dreams, and delusion). Even my rising sign got stuck with Saturn (denoting the desire to develop a talent and climb the ladder of success all on my own, and being worried about how I am perceived by other people, that I’m aloof and don’t warm up to people very well; at least this one is a trine and not a square.) Really, I only have four things in my chart that escaped Saturn: Pluto (planet of transformation, death, and rebirth), Jupiter (planet of abundance and good luck, also of overreaching oneself), Chiron (symbol of childhood wounding), and the Moon’s North Node (symbol of where you’re going in life.)


WTF? So, on a trip to our local New Age book shop last weekend with my Sunday writer’s group, I noticed a book by Liz Greene on nothing but Saturn. Of course I bought that sucker.


Astrologers can write whole chapters about ancient myths and why a planet symbolizes what, but, in short, Saturn:


--Indicates an area of the personality where the person remains infantile or childlike/ish because they didn’t get what they needed in childhood for that area to develop into mature adult understandings, attitudes, and behavior. It’s necessary for the person to grow up in these areas. (So, basically, as we’ll see, my entire personality is infantile and childish.)


--When studied in depth, Saturn offers a detailed picture of what you don’t want to see about yourself.


--Saturn is a measuring stick of the individual’s power of self-determination; it denotes that which can become a permanent part of your conscious self through self-motivated effort. You’re closed off from things you want or need in life until you get a specific task done. You’re supposed to become a good parent to yourself first, then you can help other people.


--Usually in a relationship where Saturn in one person’s chart forms an important angle with something else in the other person’s chart, this kind of thing is going on. The Saturn person has some area of life where they feel incompetent and where they didn’t grow up, something they don’t think they can do in their life. Instead of trying to build this competency in themselves, they’re trying to marry it and get that person to do it for them instead, so they don’t have to risk and try and struggle to build it in themselves, and they are doing it at this person’s expense. The other person gets castrated or truncated, because the Saturn partner is insisting they do something Saturn can’t seem to figure out how to do for themselves. The relationship ends up stale because of frustration and anger building up as this is carried out over time, and the Saturn person doesn’t gain anything, because they just steamrolled their own partner—whom Saturn “loved” because they were going to do this thing for Saturn. But all Saturn did was break the other person and not let that person be himself. “Yet if we pursue the line of thought that Saturn is the great gateway to freedom, the presence of Saturnian contacts in a relationship can be an indication that much growth and self-knowledge can be gained if both people make the commitment to be honest with themselves and with each other.”


What Liz Greene writes about relationships is that “we do not generally form them for the purpose of being happy; we form them to express something incomplete, and they are therefore a process of growth rather than an end in themselves. In this is implicit the idea that no relationship which does stimulate growth can exist without some pain and limitation although we tend through ignorance of ourselves to exaggerate the pain and minimize the growth. There is ordinarily so much unconscious projection occurring in most relationships, and so little objective perception of the real nature of the individual opposite us, that any effort to bring the relationship out of the unconscious level and into a conscious act of union inevitably brings pain with it—the pain of confronting oneself.”

Well, I’m not afraid of confronting myself, or of being honest—BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE DO NOT—so let’s see…


Saturn squaring the Sun (my sense of who I am), the Moon (feelings, what I need to feel happy, the atmosphere of early home life and the relationship with the female parent, instinctive habit patterns), Mars (self-assertion and any aggressive impulses), and Mercury (knowledge and communication)…Gee, I guess I didn’t grow up at ALL. (Looking at Mom’s chart, she has Venus square Saturn, which is famous in astrology for indicating serious personality problems, and also Pluto Square Saturn; these two aspects describe a lot of BPD behavior, which I am convinced from years of reading and study that my mother has. So, yeah, there ARE a lot of aspects of my personality that need to grow up.) Add that to the fact that Saturn is the long end of my Big Yod, and I have QUITE a lot of growing up to do, which explains what Chi and I were doing together; he never grew up either. Basically, our Davison is saying, “This is the highest potential of your relationship,” and our transits and progressions are saying, “And this is what will happen to the two of you if you don’t GROW THE FUCK UP.” 


The astrologer Alice Portman read my chart and told me this big yod with Saturn at the long end (I actually have three yods in my chart) creates a feeling of “What’s the use?” in my life.

And, boy, has it. Let’s take a look:


Saturn Square Sun: (P.S., Saturn always seems to tell you a lot about your parents.) “Sun-Saturn contacts seem to be the mark of the individual who has the opportunity to shape an integrated and finely edged tool out of his personality components and to put this tool to work as a servant of the perfected will.” Let’s hope so, because, fuck, man… We figure out at a young age that we have to work for everything we value. We feel we have to guard ourselves against life. We never had the chance to be a child, so we “never learned that naïve trust in life’s bounty which permits relaxation of effort.” We’re either very successful or we’re failures. We’re either intensely ambitious or we have no ambitions because we’re afraid of the pain of not making them come true. We’re offered the opportunity to become masters of our fates. If we don’t take the opportunity we become very sad people. Usually our fathers were not there for us in some important way (mine died when I was twelve, and was emotionally absent before that, trying to escape my BPD mother.) We have problems with initiative and creative endeavor and have to develop these all on our own because we didn’t have strong parents, especially dad, to encourage us. If your Sun aspects Saturn in your birth chart, it denotes that you didn’t have much help in discovering your own identity. I can certainly say that that’s true of myself. I became what my family wanted me to be. I didn’t even know what would make me happy to be, and even now that I do know, I have an awfully hard time drawing it out of myself, and I believe that even if I finished a novel and offered it to the world, it’s highly unlikely it would be successful and I don’t want to be crushed by it. 


Which is stupid. Why do you have to define yourself by how well your novel does? Only about one percent of books sell more than five thousand copies anyway, and I know all the others aren’t trash, because I’ve read them around the table in writer’s groups for more than twenty years. Why have this kind of feeling about it? Just because you aren’t J.K. Rowling doesn’t mean you’re stupid or worthless. But, that’s me.


Sun square Moon: Denotes a person who wasn’t able to express themselves emotionally in childhood, who had to control their feelings all the time as a child, and whose mother was a disappointment or who let the child down in some way. No kidding; I really couldn’t express myself in childhood because my BPD mother needed validation and insisted I be just like her. I had to be her instead of me. Denotes a person who is brooding, lonely, aloof, and isolated. The person is lonely and needy because they never had an emotionally loving family, even though it looked like it from the outside. The child experienced a lot of harshness and duty and rules, and not a lot of warmth and love. The person has to become strong through isolation because they don’t have any happy memories from childhood and can’t depend on others to provide an emotional family nest they can bury themselves in and not grow (which is just what I do when I have supportive people; nest there and not work on what I want to do). A woman who has this often had a bad relationship with mom that made her feel rejected, isolated, and not good enough, and doesn’t want to express herself emotionally because of the fear of being rejected and humiliated. 


Yeah. Sounds like me.


Sun square Mercury: Denotes that the person often appears stupid out of fear and inhibition. Mercury represents the communication of the birth chart’s potential to the environment and the instrument of assimilating data from the environment. And Saturn is the planet of frustration, difficulty, and delay, so…! If you have a Mercury-Saturn aspect, you got cut off from data from your environment to help you shape your ideas and orientation, and you have to do it all on your own. Specifically, your parents treated you like you couldn’t think for yourself because you were a child, and stifled you if you had any thought or idea that conflicted with theirs. You end up sure you’re stupid, and you work so slowly, because you’re so scared of making mistakes, that you really do look stupid. Then people make fun of you because you look stupid, and you feel and look yet more stupid. This truly was the story of my entire working life, right up until Simon got really sick with brain cancer. Then people started respecting me because I was still functioning! And I realized I really did do some things right, and a certain workplace bully situation (which Chi did help me with) helped me realize I am competent and not stupid. But I’ve had that same problem trying to write an original novel, and stuck with fan fiction for decades because I couldn’t write anything original. I would try, and come up with nothing, for years and years and years. With Mercury-Saturn you are supposed to end up with freedom of thought, because you get cut off from the ideas of other people and have to develop your own. Often Mercury-Saturn people end up searching deep within themselves for their own truth.

Saturn square Mars: Denotes a person who feels frustrated, weak, and powerless, so tries to control other people, especially through emotional domination. Basically, the individual had overly controlling parents and possibly physically abusive parents. The person feels like their will is ineffectual because it’s been thwarted so often, and feels like they have no control over themselves or their life.


Sheesh. So, to recap: I had an awful childhood with a lot of hazing at school, no dad, and a mentally ill mother. Therefore, I have no trust in life because things didn’t go well in childhood. Nobody encouraged who I was, so I’ve had a hard time finding that out, knowing who that is, and believing in myself; and I feel like life is too hard and I can never relax. I couldn’t be who I was in childhood and had a parent wanting me to parent her instead, and neither parent loved me for the person I am (which, really, is the same as not loving a child at all). So, I’m lonely, isolated, needy, and afraid of being rejected and humiliated. I’m think I’m stupid and don’t know anything, and I’m afraid of being laughed at and made fun of. And because of all that…I’m not going to stick my neck out in life. I’m afraid to risk, afraid to try, afraid of failure. I’ll feel humiliated if I fail, like I’m stupid and no good, and should be ashamed of myself for even thinking I could be as good as I want to be. I’m afraid of being all alone and not having enough money because I couldn’t achieve the success in the world that would bring enough money in. And I'm going to need money, especially if I'm all alone for the rest of my life, to pay student loan and hospital bills and adequately fund an old age. So I’m going to…

(Saturn square Mars) latch on to someone else—poor Chi—who appears successful at all the things I’m not, and try to get him to take care of me. And he will, because he’s codependent, with HORRIBLE self-esteem, and believes the only value he has to anyone is if they need him, because he thinks he has nothing else to offer. And I’m going to browbeat him into whatever kind of life it is I think I want, which destroys the relationship.

Which is pretty goddamned bad, because I’m angry at Rory for the exact same thing. 

But Chi and I were together for only four months, and we couldn’t even really date, AND ALL OF THIS WAS ALREADY STARTING TO HAPPEN.

This is one sorry state of affairs. One sorry, sorry state of affairs.

And it’s good that I found this out, since according to our transits, he’s due back in about six weeks.

This is appalling, and I should be ashamed of myself. Since there is no way, no way in HELL, anyone treats another person this way whom they say they love.


Basically, Chi found two carbon copies of the same woman. The difference is, I seem to be able to wake up a whole lot easier than Rory. Looking at her chart…she shares a Saturn square Pluto with my mother, and has some other things in her chart that sound just as difficult.


Which isn’t to say waking up is impossible.


But, really: If I’m scared to pursue a dream, that’s MY problem. I am NOT allowed to substitute someone else, or their success, for the need to achieve in MY life, nor am I to ever, ever, ever, EVER make that person pay for what I failed to do because I was too scared to risk and try.

If I do, I have lost every right to say I ever loved that person. (And so the fuck has Rory, since that’s exactly what she’s doing, too.) Shit, that was what our parents did to us! So what exactly makes it right to do the same fucking thing to our significant other??

Let’s not forget, while we’re at it, that Chi has problems of his own: ACoA, codependency, and lowlowlowlow self esteem. So, while we’re using him to alleviate loneliness and the frustrated need to achieve, because we don’t believe we’re good enough to accomplish what we want to, he’s using us to be his self esteem. Because he’s one of those people who, unless he gets those constant, constant, constant drip-drip-drips of approval from everyone in the northern hemisphere, he isn’t able to believe he’s an okay person. So he picks someone who’s so needy they don’t look like they have any other choice, gives them everything they want, gets used to death, and wonders why he isn’t happy, since the other people are all going, “Isn’t this great? You should be as happy with this as we are!” while they’re directing his whole life and using him to death. (And being distancing, caustic, and controlling into the bargain.)


Jeanne Avery writes that with Saturn in the eighth house (me), the person is about transforming the way he gets his needs met, involving an ultimate transformation of the self. There were a lot of restrictions in getting needs met in early life and the person ends up scared to ask for anything at all. After the person convinces himself of his own ability to get his needs met, he is ready to make a contribution to society and humanity. 


Don’t know about that last one, but the rest of it wouldn’t be so sad if it weren’t all TRUE. I don't know about anybody else, but I think it is much, much better and more honorable to put a book out and endure it being a laughingstock, or nothing at all, should that really happen, than to punish another person because you were afraid to put a book out. Or to go ahead and be poor if you fail that badly, than to harness someone else into providing for you because you are afraid to risk being poor, old, and alone.


At least I can admit all that before I really hurt someone.

I don't know if Chi really will be back in six weeks or not. Perhaps he and Rory had excellent therapists and they both buckled down and worked their butts off. If so, then they are doing very well, and there's no need to come back and ask me for advice again.

If he does come back and I do see him again, the very first thing I will do is APOLOGIZE. Chi saw these very things in me and he told me so the night he called me to break up. He didn't quite put them just this way, but he saw them, and he felt them, and he was right.  


He was right. And I really do owe him a big, big apology.

And if things are okay a few miles north of here, and I never see Chi again (or if he feels too bad to show his face around here and takes up with someone else instead), I will now feed this into the ether:


Dear, sweet Chi,

I'm so sorry for some of the ways I treated you when we were together. You have a hard time to begin with telling others what you want, and I didn't always listen very closely to you, even after I promised to. Even when I heard you, I argued with you and steamrolled over you, and made things all about me when it was clear you were tired or you didn't want something. 


I could listen, all right, but only when it was something I wanted to hear. 

And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

If you ever show up here again, I promise right here and now that I will never, EVER treat you this way, ever, EVER again. Things that happened to me in the past are in no way your fault, and I am to make up for them, not you. And there is no way I will ever, ever again ask you to make up for any achievement I have not made, or am afraid to try to make.

I love you and I mean to set you free, not to enslave you. You need to be you. And I am the person who's supposed to be me, not another person who's trying to direct your life to make up for what she couldn't do.

Wherever you are, I hope you are okay. I hope you are healthy, and I hope you are well. I hope you are happy. And if I never see you again to give you this apology in person, I hope it finds its way to you in spirit.

I love you very, very much.

Forever,

Ridley.