For the past several days, I’ve been feeling the pressure of a “very personal” post build up in me. But what was it to be about? I knew astrology would be involved but I didn’t know how.
On Sunday, the day Venus turned to go direct after 44 days retrograde, I thought well, surely, that’s what this post is to reflect. And indeed, I did have a very powerful experience involving my own natal Venus that day, and its natal square with Neptune at the Midheaven. An experience that proved, once again, just how thoroughly, during this past decade or so, my awareness has expanded from Venus to Neptune. “Personal love (for a person)” has been subsumed into “unconditional love (for all of creation).”
But that’s not what I want to talk about here.
Oh, and BTW: for those still writhing within the throes of push/pull Venusian dynamics, I send you a deeply reflective and beautifully written essay on the subject, clearly a distillation of the author’s own experience:
Okay. Back to the subject at hand. What was I supposed to write about? What was this personal post to reflect?
Well, after yesterday, now I know. Here’s what happened, in a nutshell. I almost died. I was almost hit, head on, by an oncoming car. Had I kept going in a straight line down the road, I would have been hit. Instant death. But I didn’t. I swerved, deeply, to the left, as an oncoming car turned left directly in front of me, both of us going the speed limit, about 45 miles per hour. My hands on the steering wheel, my entire body attuned to the moment, turned the wheel smoothly and drastically counterclockwise, to avoid the oncoming car. The timing was exacting, uncanny. Mere fractions of seconds separated us. Luckily, there was no car following the one that turned directly in front of me. Either I would have hit that car, or I wouldn’t have swerved, and been hit myself by the first car. I have no idea what I would have done in that case. All I know is that my whole being, for that looming, slowed down instant in time, was at one with the whole. My body knew what to do. And did it.
This is not the first time I have experienced such a life-saving moment, one that required not thinking: one in which thinking would have paralyzed judgment. This was happening too fast for thought. Instinct took over, some might say. And if it was “instinct,” if that is what emerged from the deep to “save” my life and that of the other driver, then I have a sense that we don’t really understand “instinct.” That this way of being and acting is not lesser than the mind, not lower down in the evolutionary heap, but entirely other. Uncanny. Magic.
As with other occasions on which I almost died, during yesterday’s extended moment, I felt as if immersed in the liquid ocean of love that holds us all, always, without our usually realizing it. Love smoothed and harmonized a situation that would otherwise have resulted in a horrific, head-on car “accident.” Love clamped my hands to the wheel and moved muscles to swerve counterclockwise out of danger. Nearly off the road on the left hand side, but easily correctible. Even by the time I was correcting the swerve, I was already back here, in this reality, dropped into the 3-D world again, dealing with separate objects in space, as usual.
For that extraordinary, extended moment in time, I had been at one with a larger dimension, one that holds us all, cars and people and trees and roads and everything else “down here” in suspension, as one, curving us this way and that, depending on what is required at the time to not just avoid crashing, but to turn the sudden swerve of the car in front of me into a mighty ballet flow with my car swerving opposite in response. The metal shields encasing the two drivers passed within feet of each other. And all at 45 miles per hour. There was no time to slow down. The moment had to be grasped and held, and moved with, leaned into. And we, I, did. Or something did. Something overlit the little me driving that car, something way bigger than I am, something mysterious and magical that holds me safe and sound.
Here’s the chart for the approximate time of the swerve: of course I was looking for either Mars or Uranus to be somehow affecting the angles of the chart. I got what I was looking for, and then some:
Notice Uranus, at 19° Aries, square the Ascendant/Descendant angles within one degree of exactness. That’s the angular connection that expresses the aspect into the outer world; in this case, the sudden, unpredictable movement of the other car that nearly caused us to collide. But notice what else is going on in this chart: Mars in Leo also at 19°, exactly trine Uranus, smoothing the way.
Then there’s the Moon/Pluto opposition, sextile Sun, semi-sextile Venus. A strongly emotional time, and again, harmonized. All in all, Uranus, Ascendant/Descendant, Mars, Moon, Pluto, Sun, Venus — all aspected to each other, creating that energetic field I will call, for want of a better word, communion.
Now to the point of all this. For there is a larger meaning, as usual, as ever. If we but wake up to these kinds of uncanny experiences, they “happen to us” on a regular basis, each of us. No one is immune from what I will call, again for want of a better phrase, divine intervention. No one. Pay attention to these moments, and believe me, they will increase. Not just the “dangerous” ones, but others, spreading open the 3-D space/time matrix to admit the presence of other, vaster, dimensions. All around us. Inside us. We are guided. We are protected. We are loved.