the Odyssey
Review
‘The Odyssey’? No, thanks. There are important things going on. Trump is in the White House. Death Note is being made into a musical at the Barbican.
Astrologically, everything is aligned well for me in terms of newspaper columns. Neptune in Aries, its coming home. Uranus in Gemini, the moon, *nods* Pluto, brilliant, bonkers Pluto, forming that crucial sextile. Yet, of course, you learn a little about anything and its all bad news! Uranus in the Fourth House – the worst possible house there can be. Pluto in the 12th – the place of hidden foes (which, which, which of my foes could possibly still be hidden!?) The 2nd House AKA the Gates of Hades. Nonetheless, in “Maia terms”, the universe is sort of angled towards God’s Little Crusader at the moment. I sometimes wonder whether the Hidden Enemies might see talismans of my pysche in the cosmic scenery and chatter their teeth. At the same time, it can make you very paranoid, because I myself am invisible to them; are not the auspicious transits of all great people coincidental when they were working on something which later made them great, or am I squandering a chance at fame?
