posted June 30, 2010 09:59 AM         

Chart: http://www.astro.com/cgi/showgif.cgi?lang=e&gif=astro_245gwgw_01_me_201071.50344.14560.gif&res=100&va=&cid=522fileFVfdAh-u1268321067

dob 22/10/1978, London, England, 12:30am

Thanks for your help in advance

Mystic

posted June 30, 2010 10:38 AM         

Ami

posted June 30, 2010 12:59 PM         

Ami,

a progressed chart is your natal chart, that moved on in time.
There are two methods (I use, th ere are more though):

1. secondary progression
One year in your life equals one day in the ephemeris.

I have been born on 18th december 1974

My progressed chart for age 1 would be the 19th december 1974 and so on.

2. Solar direction
You move every planet as much degrees, as the Sun has wandered.
Mostly it is about 1 degree per year.

For example:
My natal Neptune is on 10 Sagittarius

At the age of 15 I had to approximately move that Neptune forwords 15 degrees (as I was 15 years old) so that it landed on 25 Sagittarius, the place of my natal Suna nd natal Mercury.

posted June 30, 2010 08:35 PM         

I just wanna be free!!!!!! Free to be me, without judgment.

posted July 01, 2010 09:14 AM         

everyone says how good i look now,more elegant and confident.

that is good!

posted July 01, 2010 04:56 PM         

well be prepared for some unpreparedness.

This accumulation of Uranian energy to my Sun coincided with my planned trip to London last year, to see, yes exactly, Jude Law as Hamlet.
I was actually kinda afraid going to London, even though I went by train, but still, it was something new for me. And me is always afraid of new things at first.

Anyway, I had planned to meet an internet friend there, plus my brother and his girlfriend wanted to come along.

But a month or so before that trip my brother and his girlfriend cancelled, cause they could not afford it at that time.
Then a few days before departure my email friend had to cancel, too, because of financial reasons.

Me going alone somewhere? Not anywhere, to London?
Having to speak in a language that is not my own?
Yes, I know I am writing English here, but speaking it is not the same.

So, I was nearly paralyzed with hesitationa nd fear, but I went there anyway.

When I arrived at the hotel, my credit card was invalid. I had checked it at home, and it had been okay, but they said it was being invalid.

Me in London, alone, without creditcard and not really thousands of pounds in my pocket.

Did I mention that I am a sucker for security and control-freak, when it comes to these things?

I called my Dad, we tried to find a way for some money to be transferred, so I did not have to sleep under the Tower Bridge. lol

I went from being paralysed to short of a heartattack within minutes.
Luckily after an hour or so, they finally realized that I was from Germany, and German credit cards are obviously unable to be read by certain cardreaders. :rollingeyes:
They checked the number. And it was of course okay.

So I could stay there, after all that exitement, and I just wanted to lay down for a moment.
For my invonenience they offered me a double room.
Well, they led me into it, and it was deep in the earth. I felt like being in a coffin!
So the next morning I asked them if I could change it back to my original booked room, cause I just couldn`t stay in that coffin-like room, so far under earth. Made me think of Aida and Radames.

And I NEVER asked for something like that before. Somehow I always think I have to put up with what is given to me. But this time it was impossible.

So the night comes, and I end up in the theatre. Of course my absent friend had to book first row, in the centre of the stage. Great.
It was a beautiful theatre, from a past century, when people were neither tall nor big.
It was really petite, and so were the seats.
Very low and very narrow.
Even people with normal weight had problems fitting in there.
I have no idea how I managed to squeeze myself into these seats, but after 3 hours of the edges boring into my thighs, I felt the aftermath of the pain even days afterwards.

On the day after that, I had a slightly different seat, which was even more narrow than the one on the night before that. No way that I fitted in there. Some things are physically impossible.
So I prepared to leave. What should I have done?
And of course I felt ashamed. I mean my butt is so big that it doesn`t fit in a theatre seat?
Led to a real trauma for me. lol

But somehow I swallowed down my shame and embarassment and talked to the manager of the theatre, who actually tried to find a solution.
I was surprised about that. I actually expected her to tell me: "Bad luck for you. But why did you have to eat so much in the last 20 years so you donīt fit into the seats?"
She didn`t say this so (well I msut have heard my mum`s and my own voice in my head), she was looking for a solution, and finally offered me to stand at the backwall of the Royal circle (I think) so I could at least see the play from there.

So I did, I ended up under one of these emergency lights, and was standing there, and well, the theatre is not that big, so that I earned some curious glances from stage, as well as from the audience.

Oh my, the shame! LOL

But that definitely was an unforgettable, unpredictable time for me!

Oh and since then I have lost 20 kilos. So there was something good in it, too. Probably I would fit into these seats NOW.lol

d

posted July 01, 2010 06:44 PM         

i hope i won't have to go through that sort of thing. seriously i had a hell of a year and just hope that this was my rite of transition into Aquarius!