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A quiet secret day of patterns in the planets. Herbert is very irate. Things are shredding in pieces different from what he meant. Mars is moving slower, lingering longer than normal motion, and the anger drains his spirit down to impairing his health. Always, always, Saturn wins -- Chronos, Father Time. Just like daddy Prescott's dying came timed inopportune and derailed 1971's Plans off-track. Afflicting Mars dissolving still is the wet blanket of Neptune, and the heat and compost is turning everything to crap. In Herbert's delerium he failed to see and acquire the crispest clean intelligence. Astrology. Ever in the eons, somehow it is in human nature: The knowledge protects itself. Remember that. Knowing to be bad means knowing better.For the rest of us, today continues yesterday's vacation nap. A few are waking up but there's nothing going on to get involved in. Bagels and coffee at the breakfast table, reading fiction, floating disengaged. New Year holiday time keeps thought streams filled in reverie, the year in review, and fantasy, the year ahead. The central news today, and tomorrow, is in money. The action in the markets shows the desperation of the movers / makers, like camels crowding against each other trying to get to and through the eye of one needle.
Still relax this weekend. Cocoon, make love.
