Hudson Valley Astrologer

Staring out the window one afternoon, there was nothing to do, the shelter in place orders were in effect. Everything had come to an abrupt halt. I remember hearing the birds earlier that spring and thinking how they sounded like they were especially “on.” Later I read research that suggested bird songs were more ornate and complicated; more mellifluous mating calls as it turned out that were more of a “turn on” because the birds no longer had to “shout.” There were no cars or trucks on the road or trains barreling up and down the railway tracks sending decibel levels up to the hi hum of constant “noise.” The birds could sing, without the need to compete with each other over the din. Birds with more complicated songs won the mating contests again, the loudest no longer won by default just because they could shout down the competition. What might this mean for evolution if the birds with something to say, something worth hearing were to perpetuate their species? Would it translate up the food chain?

My phone rang! It was my doctor. He called to tell me the results of my biopsy were in and it was cancer. But it was kidney cancer. Little did I know this was a preferable form of cancer, I mean if you had to chose one cancer, the doctors suggested kidney cancer is not that bad of a choice. Essentially, since you have two kidneys, chances are high that a nephrectomy eliminates the cancer. And you’re good as new within 6 months to a year. That’s how it worked out for me and I am so grateful!

Kidney cancer is not like glioblastoma, and the horrific outcomes associated with that particularly pernicious form of brain cancer. If you know someone with this dreaded disease, and I might, after the call I got today — but we’ll have to await the biopsy results, again. A wait that is excruciatingly unpleasant.

If all illness is psychosomatic, kidney cancer might symbolize deep-seated conflicts around self-identity, relational balance, and chronic stress. A debilitated self-worth, which ironically mirrors Venus in Aries, squared by Saturn. Glioblastomas might suggest a psychosomatic perspective that could symbolically express extreme psychological fractures—a shattering—particularly around identity, control, and existential meaning. I am thinking Pluto transits to the Moon, or Sun, or perhaps progression to the angles. Whatever it is, it’s a total transformation. Where patients are forced to go where angels fear to tread. We have no choice when faced with these dire outlooks but to pray.

Let us pray!

HVA

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