“Unveiling the Cosmic Mystery: Why Are Enigmatic Images of Venus and Neptune Vanishing Without a Trace?”
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Have you ever rummaged through old family albums only to confront the ghosts of relationships past? I recently delved into the archives of my 18-year-old memories, triggered by my astrological Venus square Neptune placement, which makes me oddly sensitive to the allure of photographs. The sheer act of revisiting these images conjured a whirlwind of emotions, from nostalgia to what I can only describe as a perplexing “blah” feeling. This is especially true when you realize your significant other could double as the male lead in your photo montage due to the uncanny resemblance to all your past loves. As I navigated through these emotional artifacts with my friend Stevie, we couldn’t help but chuckle at the realization—talk about having a type! Yet, amidst the laughter, I found myself hunting for inspiration in what has gone missing over time. Why do pictures hold such power over our narratives, after all? Join me as I meander through the art of storytelling, memory, and, of course, the photographs that accompany them. LEARN MORE
I have Venus square Neptune in my chart. I have a great sensitivity to pictures. I’ve written about this over the years, but not recently. I love/hate writing about this, because while I think it’s very interesting and not commonly written up. It’s hard to write about Neptune without meandering.
I love the feeling of meandering but my natal Mars Mercury is a bitch in this regard. Spit. It. Out! But this type energy can’t be exchanged in that way.
Most likely triggered by Mars in Cancer, I decided to look at my pictures, which I’ve not cracked open for 18 years. I broke them out, to share with my friend, Stevie, just as my husband and I were getting back together. Looking at them, she warned me not to show them to my husband – why? Because all the men in my life look just like him!
She was right – I have a type. I’m relieved to say, he also has a type. All his exes, look like me. But I did put my albums away and I’ve left them tucked, because when I look at his pictures, taken during the period we were apart, it gives me a “blah” feeling?
But now I want to look at them, for inspiration, mostly, and I can’t find them!
I know I have them, but wherever they are, they aren’t where I thought I thought they were. My husband and I could not turn them up in a whole house search. It bothers me because someone stole my baby book, years ago. I could not identify, who, for twenty years. Another Venus Neptune thing.
I did find my sister’s pictures and I have my grandfather’s pictures, but not my own.
As a storyteller, pictures are important! My stories, in particular, because they’re hard to believe.
Did you read my story, “California”? That’s my accordion playing cousin, right there. He was visiting.
The table in the foreground is a bumper pool table, with a top that could flip over, into a poker table. This is our house in town; it’s the table where I first encountered card-playing. My father would have his friends over to play. I would sit on the floor and listen to the chat; or lie down and draw or color.
I was allowed to do this, so long as I was quiet. This scene is in my book.
I also found this picture on the right, which I think is striking. This girl is not in my family, but her first, middle and last name are written on the back, along with the year (1941) and the place. I want to give this picture to the girl or her family.
I’m looking for her and pretty sure I found her. It appears she was a ballet dancer so that’s interesting.
I have strong feelings about this, as I explained in 2011. Pictures mean so much to me, I suppose I may be projecting. But if there were a person out there who had a picture like this of me, or one of my loved ones, I’d love to have it returned.
Family pictures are particularly valuable as you can see where you come from.
Or maybe how far you’ve come?
Maybe you want to go back, or maybe you want to never go back. But either way, that moment is staring at you, frozen in time.
I hate that all the pictures on the internet today, are crafted and staged. It’s a facade, rather than a real image. The AI images are of course, ghastly, as their soulless.
I remember being in that tree… and better yet, having my mother take the picture, to record this feat.
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