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My life had been like trying to climb a greased pole. The truth is stranger than fiction. This message is to all who share my early life experience. Ask and it shall be given you; seek and ye shall find (Mt. 7:7).
My bigger than life calling came in the county law library shortly before my departure. I was there to study the Constitution, my rights under it, and the legal procedure for taking the IRS to court. I blamed Uncle Sam for all of my woes. When I read the Constitution and U. S. Code sections concerning it, I felt that voices of the past were speaking to me. I felt a bigger than life calling. This was a first sign.
On Good Friday, 1975, said to be the day Christ died on the cross, I cut from the heard, the pioneer seeking to find my true identity. The first two years of my reborn life were spent on a sailboat I named Bold Venture, sailing in the Bermuda Triangle, where many people have vanished and never a trace of what happened. When I left my life at sea, I’d saved seven lives, including my own, from a watery grave. Christ is said to be his brother’s keeper. This was a second sign.
It is said that God works in mysterious ways. I’ve come to believe that Jesus is my savor and redeemer, although I’m not a Christian. The religion turns me off. I’m not against believers, but I’m too independent for the dogmas and doctrines. I look within for my answers.
After I left my life at sea, I took a job in Portland, Oregon, where I met Karen. The moment we met I felt as though I were meeting an old friend I’d not seen in a long time. Our first date was a hike to nearby Multnomah Falls, unbelievably, on May 18, 1980, the day Mount St. Helens erupted, not 50 miles from Multnomah Falls. A third sign, after the calamity my life had been, hope and renewal. It’s legendary.
Just before the sky in the northwest turned black and we hurried back to the car, Karen had blurted out, “I want ours to be a platonic relationship.” She says it just “popped out.” Fifteen years later I read in an astrological compatibility report, under Your Relationship with Karen, “The platonic thing was there from the start, and there is a sense of the brotherly and sisterly between you.” Was Karen’s appearance the luck of the draw? How could this be? Karen is heaven sent. It happened after I looked within and discovered who I really was. I got on my path of destiny, symbolized by the ancient Chinese yin and yang. This is a fourth sign.
I was born with Aquarius on the rise. In The Rising Sign by Jeanne Avery, under Aquarius Rising, “When this sign is on the ascendant, the individual has a unique approach to life . . .He becomes the water-bearer by walking to the beat of a different drummer. He may be the person to bring back information that has been lost to civilization for centuries.”
“The person with Aquarius on the rise can be very avant-garde. He is a forerunner in setting style, discovering new methods, and showing the rest of humanity the way. . .He is willing to let go of the trunk of the tree to walk out on the edge of a limb. He knows where the fruit grows and where the spotlight can hit. He is not one to hide is light under a bushel” (Mt. 5:15).
In Astrologer’s Handbook, under Aquarius, “Individuals born under the sign of brotherhood and fraternity have as their symbol the water-bearer, who spills out to mankind the life-force and spiritual energy. Born with Aquarius on the rise, this is a fifth sign.
Welcome to the Age of Aquarius. Let us not hide our light under a bushel.
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