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This month is jammed with celestial events – two eclipses, Mercury turns retrograde, Neptune turns retrograde, and Venus, which turned retro in May, finally turns direct again on June 25. Also, on June 30, there’s the second of three exact conjunctions between Jupiter and Pluto. The first was April 4. Buckle up.
About that first Jupiter/Pluto conjunction. On April 4, here are some facts about that day (CNN):
The figures: The novel coronavirus has infected more than 1.1 million people and killed more than 60,000 worldwide, according to Johns Hopkins University. The US has more than 300,000 cases and more than 8,100 deaths, according to revised figures.
The US: More than 8,300 people have died, with 1,224 deaths reported so far on Saturday, the most deaths reported in one day thus far. Wyoming is the only state yet to report a coronavirus death.
US marks record for most new coronavirus deaths reported in a single day.
Dr. Deborah Birx: ‘This is the moment to not be going to the grocery store, not going to the pharmacy.
Today (May 24) in comparison, the U.S. has 1,668,493 cases and nearly 98, 706 deaths. Each day there are 20,000 plus new deaths. But all 50 states are in some stage of reopening. Just pay attention to events that occur on or around June 30.
And also, during these times of uncertainty, pay attention to any synchronicities that occur in your life. It’s a guidance system.
The last time we had three eclipses back to back – the two this month and a lunar eclipse on July 5 – was 1988, so this is a relatively rare event. As with most eclipses, if you don’t experience anything on or within a couple of days on either side of the eclipse, something may occur a month to the date. So let’s look at June’s eclipses.
The lunar eclipse in Sagittarius on June 5 is a time of completion. Given the Mercury retro that begins on June 17, tie up projects before then. The eclipse gives you the opening you need in that regard. Mars forms a perfect square to the eclipse and that could mean that disagreements may occur and tempers flare. Also, this eclipse is opposed to Venus, so that may complicate your love life and/or your finances.
The dates for the Mercury retrograde in Cancer: June 17- July 12. The drill for these retros:
Don’t sign contracts
Don’t make travel plans
Don’t start anything new
Revise, review, reconsider
Don’t submit manuscripts
Don’t buy a car or anything electronic
Re-check appointments
To check on the June forecast for your, look in the masthead.
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This month is jammed with celestial events – two eclipses, Mercury turns retrograde, Neptune turns retrograde, and Venus, which turned retro in May, finally turns direct again on June 25. Also, on June 30, there’s the second of three exact conjunctions between Jupiter and Pluto. The first was April 4.
I’ll cover the eclipses by signs, but the dates for the Mercury retrograde in Cancer are: June 17- July 12. The drill for these retros:
Don’t sign contracts
Don’t make travel plans
Don’t start anything new
Revise, review, reconsider
Don’t submit manuscripts
Don’t buy a car or anything electronic
Re-check appointments
For those of you who would rather read than listen, the written forecast is in the masthead.
Trump is a virus.
He’s contagious.
He’s lethal.
He has taken a country of laws, a democracy that is nearly 250 years old, a democracy with a constitution and a bill of rights and freedom of speech and religion, and turned it all inside out, upside down. And because he’s a conman who is media savvy – about the only thing he has going for him – he knows how to whip up chaos.
It’s a bully tactic, this chaos. The real hardcore bully doesn’t care if you know who he or she is. That kind of bully lies – and you get expelled from school. That kind of bully is your buddy – until he isn’t and trashes you in public. He’s the boss who lavishes you with perks until you do or decide something he considers to be disloyal to his vision. Then he attacks you through his twitter megaphone. He impugns you. Accuses you. He becomes the Pitt bull that you once thought of as a Golden Retriever.
He used to be a buffoon on reality TV. During his campaign, the media loved him, gave him billions in free air time because he was so outrageous, such an asshole, that he was good for ratings. But hey, they assured everyone. He won’t win.
The pundits and the polls, the astrologers and psychics, were all wrong. The electoral college loved him. The popular vote went to the woman, you know, that Clinton, Hillary. But with the electoral college involved, what the people voted for doesn’t count. And remind me, why do we have an electoral college in the 21st century?
Media pundits said, “Oh, he’ll act presidential once he’s inaugurated. Give him some time.”
Like he was puppy who would be house trained as soon as he understood the drill. Thing is, trump never got the drill because that’s not who he is. With him, what you see is what you get – the racism, misogyny, hatred, divisiveness and stupidity of a man who believes being president makes him king, emperor, supremo leader, a savior, a god.
This is the man about whom the children’s story was written, you know, about the emperor who wore no clothes. That same theme fit the wizard in The Wizard of Oz. Pull back the curtain and…oops, there’s the Big Lie. He’s all smoke and mirrors, a germaphobe who refuses to wear a mask when in public, and stuffs his face every night while glued to Fox News.
This “morbidly obese man,” as Nancy Pelosi referred to him, attacks his enemies about their weight, appearance, ethnicity, age, and anything else he can come up with. And then we look at him, a fat orange man with silly hair and belly fat that rolls over the belt of his golf pants. We look at his small hands and little stubby fingers and the way his mouth purses when he says things like the “virus is a hoax…it’ll magically disappear in April…hydroxychloroquine… disinfectant…”
A shot of Clorox, anyone?
What I would love to know is how republicans who acquitted this man during the impeachment trial feel now. Here in Florida, we’re surrounded by his sycophants: Marco Rubio, Rick Scott, Governor DeSantis. My question to the three of you: why have you sold your souls to a fat orange man who lies every time he opens his mouth?
By the sources that keep count, there are more than 18,000 lies.
But all of that aside, I don’t understand how any woman- of any color, religious belief, culture, age – can support a man who talks and acts like your worst nightmare of a friend, a partner, a father, son, uncle, nephew, cousin. Go here to read about how he refers to women.
But hey, if you love the guy, if you think he inoculates you when you don’t wear a mask because he doesn’t, if you think he gives a shit about you and you family during this pandemic, if you believe he’s a tough guy who will keep all those awful immigrants from taking over this country, then hey, vote for him. And good luck in the coming apocalypse!
Sometimes coincidences pass us by and we don’t even notice. Although later you might recognize some of them if the incidents come to mind, and you might wonder how you hadn’t recognized them immediately. For example, say you bump into another car in a parking lot as you were both backing out of your spots. You exchange insurance info and write down the car license of the other person’s vehicle. Only later, when you look at it, you realize the numbers on that license plate are identical to the numbers on yours…except in reverse. Beyond that you see now the person’s first name is the same as your spouses, who you were arguing with awhile before the accident. But you didn’t notice those two coincidences until later.
Once you notice a coincidence, you may write it off as just chance, or you might suspect that it happened for a deeper reason, in other words a meaningful coincidence—aka a synchronicity.
David Spiegelhalter at the University of Cambridge collected 4,470 coincidences, and found the 58 percent of them included words related to family or loved ones. That suggests that people are more likely to notice coincidence involving people close to them.
Spiegelhalter’ s research was featured in an article on coincidence that appeared in The Atlantic on May 6, 2016.
An analysis made of the findings found that the five most common types of coincidences were about:
Notice that two of the categories involve travel – vacation or in-transit synchros. Those are quite common and the subject of our book, The Synchronicity Highway. Coincidences related to marriage—like divorce and hospital visits—are about life events involving our emotions, which was one of our categories in our book,The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity. If you notice the patterns in the graphic at the top, the findings also show a lot of connections with numbers and dates, which often appear in clusters—another category in 7 Secrets.
Academics who study coincidence tend to be most interested in categorizing and quantifying, a traditional method of analysis. But it’s also a dry one. Because what people mostly want to know about their synchronicities is what do they mean? That’s a subject that is difficult to quantify. As the author of the Atlantic article wrote: “What I learned writing a feature about coincidences is that a coincidence is in the eye of the beholder. Or rather, the mind of the beholder.”
I’m recording this on May 22, but it pertains to March 27, nearly two months ago, when I made the actual entry. My human has been a little slow getting this together.
In February, I heard my humans talk about a virus. I didn’t understand the word when I first heard it. My vocabulary with words that begin with V is limited. Vanish, victory, villain, vamos (I sometimes hear Spanish). I figured it might be a name.
Then one day in early March, I noticed how empty our city dog park was. It was me and two other dogs, my humans and two other humans. And while I chased my ball and the Frisbee, I overheard the humans talking about virus and numbers. Lots of numbers. And which states and countries had the most cases.
And I figured out that virus is an invisible enemy. It travels from person to person unless they’re separated by at least six feet, which these humans were doing. Virus apparently doesn’t have a scent. It’s not like squirrel, a word we dogs know well. Squirrel has a distinct smell – not pleasant, but enticing, exciting, you imagine what if I catch that squirrel?
I also notice that no other dogs come over to play these days. It’s just me and the cats, who enjoy going outside now because the weather is no beautiful. I love them, but they aren’t much fun. So I bug my humans to play with me. I drop Frisbees and balls in their offices and since I know when it’s time to go to the dog park, I go into their offices and start panting really hard.
Two days ago when we went to the city dog park, I had the place to myself. It’s a weird feeling, all this space to run after balls and Frisbees, but no dogs. No squirrels, either. The humans sat at the picnic table in the shade and played with their phones. I kept dropping the ball or the Frisbee under the picnic table so they’d have to put down their phones to retrieve my toy and toss it.
I was doing that on the way into the park, too, dropping my ball, then stopping and waiting for one of the humans to pick it up. A woman who was leaving with two dogs, sort of chuckled and said, “He’s waiting for his managers to pick it up.”
The humans thought about that comment and now when I drop a ball or Frisbee, they point at it and tell me to pick it up. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. Depends on my mood.
I’m a Gemini, you know, born on June 14 or 16, the humans aren’t sure which since I was a rescue. But I gather from the female human that it means I have two sides. The Happy Nigel and The Please Don’t Bother Me Nigel. I dislike confrontation and conflict and I’m sensing more of it around me now. I hear it in the barking of dogs in the neighborhood late at night, in the way my cat buddies don’t mind being brought in after dark, in the behavior of frogs, insects, birds. I hear fewer cars. And, oh yeah, the city dog park closed indefinitely.
So now in the evenings the humans hop on their bikes and the three of us race through the neighborhood to the park at the end of neighborhood. It’s probably five acres big, great for chasing balls and Frisbees, and in the evening, it’s just about perfect. Cool in the shade.
One evening, there were two other dogs that I sniffed and checked out, but their lives seemed pretty boring and I went back to chasing balls. Now, it’s pretty much me and my two humans.
The park is next to a school. When I was a pup, I remember racing down here with Noah and Nika and the three of us would pause at the back fence, watching the kids on the playground. Noah is still here with me some days in his ghostie form and Nika’s last visit lasted about a month. That was great! I had a dog buddy. Do I want a permanent dog buddy? I don’t know.
Right now, for tonight, I’m sharing the family room couch with my cat buddies. The three of us distract our humans from virus. For now, it’s enough. (Nala is the black shape at the end of the couch ). We’re discussing virus distractions.
P.S. It’s now May 22. The dog park is open! Nika is visiting again! I hope this means that life is slowly returning to normal.
Love these new moons! And the one on May 22, at 2 degrees Gemini, is a beauty. It’s bolstered by a conjunction of Mercury and Venus in Gemini and by a trine to the new moon from Saturn in Aquarius.
Regardless of where this new moon falls in your chart, the new opportunities that surface will center around communication, information, and its dissemination. With the Saturn trine, at least one of these opportunities will be serious, with a long-term impact.
With more and more states reopening, a possibility exists that if there’s resurgence of the virus, countries may be better equipped to deal with it. In this country, that may mean testing is more widely available and that protective equipment is more abundant. It could also indicate an abundance of communication among government officials and health care experts about the virus, lockdowns, new test kits, a vaccine. Regardless, new moons are about new chapters, new opportunities, so I can consider this new moon hopeful.
Since trump is a Gemini, the new moon (conjunction of sun and moon) Venus, and Mercury all fall in his 10th house of career/profession. Venus and Mercury are conjuncting his natal sun and within a three-degree conjunction of his natal Uranus. This could indicate he’ll be tweeting up a storm, may be speaking publicly more frequently – perhaps at rallies? – and his apparent madness may be more bizarre than usual.
He may do something so totally out of left field that it’s shocking even to a nation that has endured nearly four years of shocks. Instead of recommending a dose of Clorox or some other disinfectant or advocating the use of hydroxychloroquine to prevent your contracting COVID-19, it may be some other alleged miracle cure. Or a complete meltdown about Obama. Or Clinton. Or China. Or some other facet of his delusional world.
Mike Pence is also a Gemini (time unknown), so he may also be in rare form. Pence, as head of trump’s virus task force, has stated some doozies recently. On Geraldo Rivera’s radio show on April 24, he said he thought the U.S. coronavirus outbreak could be over by the nation’s Memorial Day holiday on May 25. As I’m writing this near midnight EDT on May 18, the number of U.S. cases are 1,550, 295, and the number of deaths in the U.S. are 91,981. Today’s increase in deaths was over a thousand. At that rate, we’ll be at 100,000 deaths in the U.S. by Memorial Day. So much for the virus being over.
So on a personal level, the new moon should be hopeful and helpful. On a national scale, however, that this new moon, in the sign of communication and information, says we should be discriminating in the source of information we use to make informed decisions. And right now, those informed decision probably include things like, Is it safe to go shopping? Eat inside a restaurant? Should I wear a mask?
For the full May horoscope by signs, look for the May forecast in the masthead and stay tuned for the June outlook.
Rob jokes that we’ve been in quarantine since 1985, when we both started working full-time as writers, without part-time employment as a teacher or a journalist. But since we never have been strictly under a nationwide lockdown – unable to run to the grocery store the hardware store, etc., – the joke isn’t quite accurate.
Yes, writers do most of their work alone, but most writers I know also have outside interests. They get out of the house, out of their work areas, out of their heads. They make time for other people, for social connections, for doing things they enjoy. So in that sense, the quarantine, lock down, partial lock down, whatever you choose to call it, has been different.
Our gym, of course, has been closed. The yoga studio where Rob taught is closed. The mall is closed. The dog park is closed. We haven’t seen our daughter since mid-March, the longest period in many years. Even for Nigel, our Golden Retriever, life has been vastly different.
Until WHO declared that COVID-19 was a pandemic, we were doing doggie day care so Nigel would have other dogs with whom he could interact. We also boarded other dogs. Some of them he liked and played with, some he ignored, but at least there were dogs. Before the pandemic, we had Nika, our daughter’s dog, here for a month. Before the pandemic, he went to the dog park every afternoon and wore himself out chasing balls and Frisbees, and sniffing butts, as dogs do. Now, there’s no dog companionship. He’s lonely. He gets along well with the cats and vice-versa, but cats aren’t dogs.
When the dog park closed, we took him to our neighborhood park, riding down there on our bikes, Nigel racing alongside us. Then that park closed so we found a vacant lot where he could run. Now that park is open, so off we go on our bikes every afternoon. But no other dogs go there. A couple times a week, I take him over to a friend’s house. Arlene lives on two acres, has two dogs, and the squirrels on her property are plentiful and he loves chasing them and visiting with her dogs.
But. It’s not normal life. For any of us – humans, dogs, cats. Sometimes late at night, the repercussions of this pandemic, the economic meltdown, the entire mess, washes through me. I think about the people who have lost loved ones who might have lived if our country’s response has been quicker, more focused, and if trump hadn’t dismissed it early on as “a hoax.” I think about how my daughter’s future will be vastly changed, diminished, more restrictive. I think about the countries I’ll never see, the cultures I’ll never get to experience. I think about our mortality.
But tonight, as I listen to the wind outside, as Nigel and the cats and Rob sleep, I also think about how this country could emerge as a better, more egalitarian place. The age of Aquarius and all that.
In December, both Jupiter and Saturn enter Aquarius, the sign of the visionary, the rebel, the sign of revolution. Perhaps the 99 percent will find their collective voice and rise up against the one percent and demand a decent minimum wage, universal health care, and a real say in the system their taxes fund.
Perhaps the republican party as it exists now will be swallowed up by its own greed and corruption and the democrats will really stand up for what they profess to represent: the people. Perhaps the anachronistic electoral college will become as extinct as the 467 species that have vanished in the last decade and our presidents will be chosen by popular vote, not the parties, not the delegates. Maybe we’ll finally wake up to the threat of climate change and realize that COVID-19 may be one way the planet is fighting for its own survival.
And so are we. I mean, c’mon, we’re reduced to THIS? 
If nothing else this, pandemic has revealed just how democracy has failed, where the constitution is weak, and where the inequalities lie. It has laid bare the simple fact that we haven’t had federal guidance, a federal plan, and that trump really is the manifestation of America’s dark underbelly. He’s the emperor without clothes, the little man behind the curtain in Oz, and he has served his purpose. It’s time we find and shout our collective voice.
So please, can we now move on?
IP.S. It’s now May 19. Florida opened up yesterday. The dog park is open. There’s toilet paper on the shelves, paper towels, flour. We saw our daughter this past weekend. We can go out to eat in restaurants, go to the gym, have our nails done. We can now move about as though the old normal is back and better than ever.Except: yesterday, Florida had nearly 900 new cases. More than 91,000 people in the U.S. have died. And although the curve seems to be flattening in New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut, it’s spiking in the rest of the country. It seems we’re still transitioning from the “old” normal to the “new” normal.
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Dr. Bernard Beitman is the first psychiatrist since Carl Jung to attempt to systematize the study of coincidences. He is a visiting Professor at the University of Virginia and former Chair of the Department of Psychiatry at the University of Missouri-Columbia. He attended Yale Medical School and completed a psychiatric residency at Stanford. He is also author of Connecting with Coincidences:The New Science of Using Synchronicity and Serendipity in your Life.
