Seeing the Lilith glyph in my head, making connections between charts, transits, people, events. Not awake but not sleeping, something else. My dad calls it working at the office, I call it the Mercury-Pluto conjunction; obsessing over something until their insides get squeezed out.
Earlier yesterday a friend that lives close by dropped by my house. I hadn’t seen him in a year or so. He told me he just wanted to lay down on my couch and listen to me talk about his chart. His life is not going the way he wants to. He has a child with a woman that he loves…loves to hate. He is miserable. He hates his life and he hates her. They are not together anymore. Friends with benefits, or maybe more like foes with benefits in this case.
I pulled out his chart: Mars rising in Aquarius, Uranus on the midheaven…it make sense, it’s impossible to talk without him cutting me off. I recognize myself. Fuck the World he says.
Venus conjunct Lilith in the 12th house. That’s harsh man. Now I get it. That’s his blind spot; he loves to hate. Aphrodite meets a beast it’s fun, it’s wild…until it turns sour, then it’s really destructive. In love with chaos, like a descent into the underworld through the medium of love. It could be a nice opportunity but one does not leave the realm of Hades without a few scars.
To get another clue I looked at his ex (the mother of his child) chart. I had it from a few years ago when she was still living around here. She is born with Lilith rising conjunct her Ascendant. You can’t make this up. So simple, so elegantly played out. This man is in love with Lilith what else can I tell him?
The symbols speak for themselves.
They contain a whole world of experience and sensations.
A key that unlocks a door.
It’s a delicate matter.