posted July 10, 2015 07:37 PM            

In two romantic relationships, composite psyche was conjunct the comp. north node. In a former best friend relationship, no synastry aspects but we had eros psyche conjunct in composite. In a currently platonic friendship I have with a man comp psyche is trine the comp north node.

In the two romantic relationships, psyche trines BML and textiles juno in synastry (they have very similar birthdays, only two weeks apart). Nothing in synastry with my former best friend. In my man friendship, my psyche is conjunct his ascendant. I have had three comp eros/psyche conjunctions (two romantic, plus the one girl friend who betrayed me), and with the friendship I have with the man mentioned above I have eros quintile exact psyche.

posted July 11, 2015 12:38 PM            

Secondly, be sure to keep the orbs very tight: 3°30 maximum.

posted July 11, 2015 10:39 PM            

The two composites were 1degree conjunct to north node, the friendship I had was 1 degree eros psyche conjunct, and the friendship that is trine is exact.

Deep psychological wounds resonates with me. I feel like these have all been catalysts in my personal development and spiritual healing.

They were tough relationships, and painful at times, but oh so meaningful to me.

posted July 25, 2017 08:52 AM            

From the minute he kissed me....I could feel this..... I TOTALLY can feel it.....I am seriously scared and hungry for this man. I am not sure if I should run or stay.

posted July 25, 2017 05:52 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by mereiposa:
I have noticed that in my major relationships psyche is a big player.

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posted July 26, 2017 07:03 AM            

I am currently interested in a man whose psyche squares my sun and moon. It also squares my eros. It's conjunct his mars, so I imagine it's a big player for him.

I don't know what all these squares mean... not liking that.

posted July 28, 2017 04:17 AM            

With my most important soulmate his psyche conjuncted my northnode, squared my moon and sentagon my sun. My psyche conjuncted his sun.

posted October 12, 2021 03:24 AM            

...The dances ended, the Spirit epiloguizes.

Spirit:

To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky.

There I suck the liquid air,
All amidst the gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree.

Along the crispéd shades and bowers
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring;
The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours
Thither all their bounties bring.

There eternal Summer dwells,
And west winds with musky wing
About the cedarn alleys fling
Nard and cassia’s balmy smells.

Iris there with humid bow
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hue
Than her purfled scarf can shew.

And drenches with Elysian dew
(List, mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of hyacinth and roses,
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound,
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits the Assyrian queen.

But far above, in spangled sheen,
Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced
Holds his dear Psyche, sweet entranced
After her wandering labours long,
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal bride.

And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.

But now my task is smoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run
Quickly to the green earth’s end,
Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend,
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.