tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post1633426618249402312..comments2024-01-03T17:02:06.646+00:00Comments on ASTROTABLETALK: George Bush and my Neptune-Sun TransitBarry Goddardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050835957098177925noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post-33462471928260677922010-02-12T06:17:03.272+00:002010-02-12T06:17:03.272+00:00Just smiles and reads...
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http://awesomeast...Just smiles and reads...<br /><br /><br />larry<br />http://awesomeastrology.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post-82610023428711580812010-02-08T20:33:55.190+00:002010-02-08T20:33:55.190+00:00As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes...As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field,for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.........Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02226954288536769046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post-77686799192966809232010-02-08T18:47:27.801+00:002010-02-08T18:47:27.801+00:00I just finished a Neptune/Sun square and all my dr...I just finished a Neptune/Sun square and all my dreams were about traveling on roads that became more and more treacherous until they were nothing but a series of trenches (40 feet deep!) and craters that looked like a bomb-scape. In one dream my car fell off the road into a bayou that I lived near when I was a child. Whew! Glad if that's over.Finnyfangnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post-1550047311782246252010-02-05T00:13:30.907+00:002010-02-05T00:13:30.907+00:00Very thought provoking last paragraph. My widowed...Very thought provoking last paragraph. My widowed mother in-law, lived for 43 years, dwelling on what might have been, if her very successful husband hadn't passed on. Her children never met her expectations nor did their partners. I've tried to remember that and not fall into the same trap by expecting too much from my children and grandchildren.sheris whitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07930729475595036201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post-90765985799711090672010-02-04T01:53:31.861+00:002010-02-04T01:53:31.861+00:00Beautiful post, Dharmaruci.
When I worked as a ...Beautiful post, Dharmaruci. <br /><br />When I worked as a funeral director, I was struck by how some people thought their deceased loved one was a lot more important than other people. They would tell me stories of all their loved one had accomplished, and I would say WOW in appreciation. Inside, though, I knew that these families had to go on with their lives at this point, without the person, and that this made them the same as every other family I would see that day. <br /><br />Their loved one was gone, gone, gone, GONE. Their loved one was just as gone as the ones who had hurt their family members without conscience, who were stingy or lazy, or who had led secret lives the families were only beginning to discover. They were just as gone as the countless people in the graves we would later walk on at the cemetery, some of whom had been gone so long that there was nobody left to remember them. Their bodies had become trash, basically, and their names were losing meaning by the second.<br /><br />Despite what your parents or anyone else would have you believe, the only thing you truly have is time, and a limited amount at that.Kenna Jnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30912075.post-30094349370580084982010-02-02T02:32:46.482+00:002010-02-02T02:32:46.482+00:00I think our legacy, if we have any, is most meanin...I think our legacy, if we have any, is most meaningful to ourselves. What others think about us reflects more what they are like than what we are like. We all have the ability to be helpful to those in our immediate surroundings and something small may leave a bigger impression than anything we could have engineered.<br /><br />I've been pursuing a career for 10 years now but it leaves little outward legacy. Yet it's been transformative to be able to grow in knowledge and skill even if those things are ultimately meaningless except as a series of internally satisfying progressions.m.p.khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12478154159479855622noreply@blogger.com