Café Part Nine:
A Little Talk with Saturn
God. Saturn wanted to talk to me, personally? This couldn't be good.
I stared at the phone, trying to decide whether or not to take the
call. Of course, with Saturn, it doesn't matter whether or not you
deal with him face to face. He'll stand there behind you with his
arms folded until you listen. "And the longer you wait, the crankier
he gets," Mercury added.
winced, made a face and pointed to the phone. "You let me know
if he gives you any you-know-what. Okay, babe?"
nodded and reached for the phone, as Mercury skated out the Café's
door. I had a second to wish I were going with him before I spoke in
my most "official" phone-voice. "Yes?"
"This is Saturn, Kim," he said. "I'd like to talk with you again."
I really wasn't looking forward to yet another lecture from the
military general I'd met a few hours ago, but it wasn't a good idea
to alienate the Lord of the Rings. "Okay," I said. "But can you
give me a minute to catch my breath? It's been quite a day."
course. Take your time. Call me when you're ready."
phone went dead. I placed it carefully on the bar next to my wine,
wrinkled up my nose and looked right into Jupiter's eyes. "Do I
babe, far be it from me to recommend that you spend time with that
old pain in the butt, but maybe you'd better. He's in Taurus, so
he's got nothin' but time, and you know how he gets when you try
to blow him off."
certainly did know. I was born with Saturn right on my Midheaven,
first of all, the spot where he's the most powerful and the toughest,
too. It's the astrological recipe for taking a bit too long to learn
your lessons, even if you're not a Sagittarius and already prone
to that sort of thing. Over the years, however, I had paid attention,
done my homework and learned how to do my craft. So how bad could
this "meeting" be?
one thing that worried me was Saturn's position at the moment. He'd
been opposite to my Mars at 11 Scorpio for what seemed like months,
rigidly forcing me to take care of business, straighten up and get
by on a shoestring. I was also getting used to living with the feeling
that I'd fallen and I couldn't get up.
now he was ready to move on, in a matter of just a day or so. That
meant the physical and emotional heaviness I'd been feeling was
about to dissipate. Gradually, but finally, I'd be able to smile
again. Thank God/dess. After he left my Mars behind, he'd be coming
up to trine my Venus. In other words, he'd be in a good mood, for
a change, the next time I "saw" him. I decided to try and stall him
until he was past Mars. It seemed like the appropriate thing
phone rang. I looked over at Jupiter, then put my phone-voice on
again, sure it was Saturn calling to tell me there'd be no stalling
it wasn't Saturn. It was Mercury. "Hey, doll, lemme talk to Uncle
J, okay?" I grinned and passed the phone to Jupiter, who plugged
up one ear and strolled casually toward the back of the Café, laughing.
He and Mercury obviously had a great relationship.
soon as Jupiter was out of range, Neptune gracefully glided toward
me, a wonderfully sentimental smile on her lovely face. "I know
you've had quite the day, darling," she said, in the most compassionate
voice I'd ever heard. She reached across the bar and patted my hand.
"I want you to know that I'm here for you if you need to talk. "
I smiled back. Neptune was exactly on my Moon that day—at 5 degrees
of Aquarius. And my Moon is in the Twelfth House, Neptune's place.
So, of course, she was "Mommying" me.
don't you go home and take a nice nap?" she said. "I promise to
send you a wonderful dream. You know, you're going to need your
rest now, if you're going to be dealing with Saturn soon."
glanced back at Jupiter, still merrily chatting with Mercury. Neptune
smiled. "I'll tell him where you are. He'll wait for you. We all
will. Now go get some rest, darling."
Week: Neptune's Dream