It's about as good as it get's. That's probably not how respectable astrologers would say it, but I'll bet they don't have Uranus transiting their 6th house! I swear I feel like Cinderella, in the pumpkin on the way to a bar where her best friends hang out. I am one happy chick. This is a once in a lifetime experience and it feels like it too.
The fact is it doesn't get any better than venus in pisces, but to have a Uranian transit really makes kindness and beauty a big event. It shakes it up and gets things all rearranged. It is a complete gutting and remodeling with new landscaping to please the senses.
All the grasping for love that used to haunt me is gone. I just have learned to see it every where. I'm a little nervous about Uranus entering Aries because I would sure hate to go back to the fights I had with people and the bad attitudes I once could not shake.
I hope now I will be able to stand up for myself knowing I am not trying to offend anyone, I am just trying to live in love.
I always wanted to be more compassionate. To understand how people become sick and poor, how it is we wind up suffering. In the last seven years I learned; first when Uranus transited my natal mars at 5 degrees Pisces, then these past two years when it transited my natal venus. The venus transit gave me a chance to forgive myself for all the crazy things I did during the mars transit. (The mars transit was probably more fun than I ought to have had. But that's mars then isn't it)
During the mars transit I had my husband evicted from our home and really stirred up a terrible storm for him. I got so crazy he thought I was doing cocaine, but I was just high on hormones. Then by the time the venus transit came up I could barely walk when I got up in the morning. I dropped customers and stopped exercising. My heart raced at night and my hands shook. I felt something funny in my neck and chest. I choked on food which wasn't alarming because I was eating all the time, often as fast as I could. I could simply never get enough food.
I was always stuffed. Stuffed. For 30 years I stuffed myself most of the time. I walked the streets at night. I worked over 60 hours a week then dropped out and smoked pot and listened to music and read books for eight years, living on less than $100 a week.
I was diagnosed with Graves disease two years ago. I learned that all that eating and ecstatic walking and singing in the streets in the middle of the night was fueled by a toxic excess of hormones coming from my thyroid. What a Uranian transit!! What a revelation.
I am a much different person than I was two years ago. I now sleep at night and feel like a slave to the limits of my body. I used to love the things my body could do, I used to truly appreciate my body. And I'm so glad I did because I will never have it again. I am not only much older but no longer coked up on hormones. Now I only have fond memories of singing in the night.
But I have gained self control. And compassion. I now know what it is like to have a handicap, a physical limitation that no one can see or understand unless they have experienced it. I now can understand people who have fibromyalgia or nerve damage. I now understand what it feels like to be brought to your knees by the cruel fates that ultimately are visited on all bodies.
