Today’s Oracle takes us to the Scorpio weekly for Oct. 8, 2004.
To say the least, the past few years have come with many valiant attempts by your psyche to purge and release you from ancient patterns and, oddly, this has become a pattern of its own. I would propose that in the process, you’ve become intimately familiar with who you are, in many respects finding yourself increasingly determined not to be that way. This is requiring a kind of progress that is among the most difficult to negotiate. Aspects of you that are fully invested in a relationship need to change, yet within the context of that relationship. Will a person close to you let you become who you are becoming? Or is the whole affair threatened by the act of your growth? Ah, let off some of that pressure. They face some big movements of their own, with which you may surely cooperate. Set a good example and let the next stage of life be born.
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It was great to live there and a truly formative time in my life — I was 40 when I arrived, so I did my Urananian opposition in Paris and basically reinvented myself as a photographer.
I used to see the Salmon of Doubt swimming around all the time. But he would never let me photograph him…
Hey E… you do know we were in Paris at the same time, ne? At least briefly. Every time I hear you utter “when I was living in Paris” I have a twinge of envy.
Glad one of us got to do it. But you should try roaming the city sometime with a 10 year old vegetarian boy who swears he saw the “Salmon of Doubt” swimming in the Seine.
Nothin’ like it…
Toujours l’amour,
M
Yes this is an interesting one. They go by so fast I forget them, then I see them here and I remember. This was written my first month living in Paris.
what a perfect oracle…