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Jupiter in Scorpio: the Red Spot has deep roots, at least 200 miles deep. 
 Mars in Scorpio, soon to square Trump's natal Mars Rising: the groper is in trouble for groping, has yet to peak. Trump's chart seems particularly sensitive to transits of Mars to his Angles. So far we have have had Mars conjoining his MC and Asc/natal Mars. Both involved sabre-rattling over North Korea. Expect more of the same.
 Saturn entering Capricorn: a check on Bitcoin, maybe on the stock 
market itself. Saturn is moving from a sign of optimism and expansion (Sagittarius) to a sign of reality check. 
Also, the nitty gritty work on Brexit begins, as Saturn starts 
its sweep across the UK Sun, Moon and Angles. Theresa May will probably find herself having to satisfy many parties in the negotiations - it is the whole UK chart that is involved - rather than just one faction getting its way.
Pluto opposing the UK Moon: all of next year. The Moon is the people, we will need a Brexit that has broad popular assent. The seeds of the rebirth, what comes after the long dark tunnel of the negotiations, will become clear when Pluto starts to move forward next autumn.
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Dreams have always been an important means by which I am shown 
things. And one of the good things about that way, for me, is that 
there’s no doubt about it, I didn’t make it up: I know there’s something
 pressing itself at me, an offering of knowledge about my life. There 
are messages to be found, but the dream is not the message, the 
‘meaning’. With our so-called ‘rational’ minds we can think that dreams 
are about their ‘meaning’, and once we have found it, then we have 
fulfilled the purpose of the dream. But what we are then doing is trying
 to contain something with the rational mind, that is bigger than that. 
The dream is itself, like a painting, it cannot be reduced in this way. 
This is why it can be good to write them down: we are honouring the 
spirit, the ‘dream-maker’ who has come to us, building a relationship; 
and it gives us a means of coming back to that spirit and staying with 
it, mulling it over, perhaps over many years, even decades.
 

 
Last 
night I had a recurrent dream, and it really is recurrent, it’s been 
coming to me every few months for at least 35 years. It’s about being 
back at university and not knowing what I’m doing there. In real life, 
this was what happened, but I was too young to say OK, what do I need to
 listen to here; rather I viewed it as a problem to be struggled 
against. In the end I scraped through with a 3rd.
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So in a way 
it’s a dream about not knowing who I am. This is an important theme 
amongst the Native Americans. A Native friend once told me about a white
 guy given a Cherokee name that meant a ball of cotton that gets blown 
about here and there, because that person did not know who they are. 
This guy has since claimed various forms of native ancestry and used 
this as his ‘medicine name’, apparently not realising the meaning and 
the humour and teaching within the name. And done some good teaching – 
we are such mixed creatures!
 
So what would it mean to know who I 
am? It’s a big question. It can seem to have a fairly straightforward 
answer, and I know plenty of people who have always known what they 
wanted to do - life is not a problem for them. Life is, in a way, as it 
has been presented to them.
 For me, it is more complex. The 
university dream points to a system with a narrow and ‘aspirational’ 
definition of who we are. And that works for many people. It is 
‘normal’. And maybe one layer of that dream is about questioning the 
sense of self that system engenders, that if I think in that narrow way 
then I will never know who I am. The dream keeps reminding me not to 
think in that way. It involves a way of comparing myself to other 
people, in which I am doomed to forever feel inadequate.
 
For this
 shamanic way, this medicine path, a very different sense of self is 
required. A non-self. We need to step out of this never-ending need to 
define ourselves. And that is a lifelong quest. It is why so many Native
 stories are based around a trickster figure: the ego, the desire to 
build ourselves up, is so basic, and it creeps in everywhere. And the 
way the stories deal with it is through humour. That is how to deal with
 our self-importance: laugh at it  I need to laugh at myself every time I get hung up on other people 
knowing the ‘right’ way of doing things and me not; of other people 
having a connection to spirit and me not. It is the inverse of people 
who suggest themselves as ‘elders’, and bang on about how much 
experience they have and their native connections. We are all in the 
same boat, unsure of who we are. It is the human condition. 
And, like 
the native peoples, we need to laugh our way out of the boat. Laugh our 
way out of building ourselves up and tearing ourselves down. I’ll be 60 
in February. How long am I going to keep this up, this ongoing attempt 
to define and compare myself? I have had a perfectly good dream (which I
 won’t relate here) telling me how to live.
There is that thing, 
that vast thing that we all belong to, that wants to work through us for
 the benefit of everybody, that knows far better than we ever can what 
people need and what the world needs.
I need to laugh at myself every time I get hung up on other people 
knowing the ‘right’ way of doing things and me not; of other people 
having a connection to spirit and me not. It is the inverse of people 
who suggest themselves as ‘elders’, and bang on about how much 
experience they have and their native connections. We are all in the 
same boat, unsure of who we are. It is the human condition. 
And, like 
the native peoples, we need to laugh our way out of the boat. Laugh our 
way out of building ourselves up and tearing ourselves down. I’ll be 60 
in February. How long am I going to keep this up, this ongoing attempt 
to define and compare myself? I have had a perfectly good dream (which I
 won’t relate here) telling me how to live.
There is that thing, 
that vast thing that we all belong to, that wants to work through us for
 the benefit of everybody, that knows far better than we ever can what 
people need and what the world needs.