“Unveiling the Secrets of Shack Man: A Journey from Destruction to Unexpected Renewal”
Added on April 2, 2025 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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Catch up here – Shack Man
Chapter 34 – The End & The Beginning
Isn’t it just like the Universe to toss us into moments of sheer chaos right before something monumental? Picture this: I’m at the airport, fingers intertwined with Shack, waiting to board a plane that holds the promise of forever. And yet, in a twist I could only attribute to the stars, he turns to me with questions that twist the air like a seasoned magician performing his best trick. “Are you sure we should do this?” My heart sinks, as if a black hole just swallowed it whole. “Whoa, are we having a panic moment?” It’s as if Mercury is in retrograde at the worst possible time—his vibes were far from calm. But what does the cosmos have in store for us this time? Join me as I unravel the atmospheric energy of love, anxiety, and the unexpected quirks of marrying your best friend in the middle of an airport. Will we take off on a joyous journey or crash land into cold feet? Buckle up—this one’s a ride! LEARN MORE.
Catch up here – Shack Man
Chapter 34 – The End & The Beginning
Shack and I were sitting in the airport, holding hands, waiting to board the plane. I felt his energy change. “What is it?” I asked, quietly.
“Are you sure we should do this?” he asked. Whoa. I was taken aback.
“I’m sure,” I said. “Are you having misgivings?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. His body language and energy said otherwise.
“Look, we don’t have to get married. If you don’t feel good about what we’re doing, we can cancel. We can go home right now, or we can go somewhere else and do something else,” I said.
I wanted the door, wide open for him. I had a knot in my stomach, but if he wanted to bail, I wasn’t going to stop him. I’ve never been one to take prisoners, but holy cow, what’s the deal here?
He wanted to talk to his brother who was at the airport with us. The Three Amigos ride again. Or the Three Musketeers.
Shack’s poor beleaguered brother was off a ways, to give us privacy. Shack called him in and I watched as the brothers had a conversation in the middle of the airport.
Shack’s brother appeared to a bit irritated or annoyed, to be having to have the conversation. Like maybe he’d had it before?
I laughed, watching this, in that moment. It just seemed stupidly funny. I knew my transits, and my chart and his. It was not at all out of the question, I was going to find out I was not getting married, in the next minute or so. My heart did not want to beat until it found out.
I reminded myself to breathe as I continued to watch the two of them, intently. I really studied them as my fate unfolded in real time.
Does he not want to marry me? Or was this about the parents?
Either way, I was not too happy. I’d really had it with the parents. Shack was thirty-seven years old. I’d quit listening to my parents by the time I was ten. If your parents are helpful, that would be different. These parents were anything but. Is it me? Does he just not want to get married?
I started to get irritated, blood pressure rising. I told myself to calm down and right about here, I noted the energy of the conversation had shifted. The men both looked happy… like backslapping, happy. It hit me, I was witnessing, cold feet. And also, what happens, behind the scenes, between a groom and his best man. The groom panics and is reassured by the best man?
I was split between having to see this and enjoying seeing it as it was intimate moment that was masculine. I remembered this was an unusual situation. Ultimately, I felt relieved and happy as I witnessed the conversation end, with both brothers, smiling.
Shack’s brother nodded at me, as Shack headed back to where I was sitting. His message was, “Don’t worry, Elsa. He’s good and I’ve got this.”
I nodded back, in appreciation and smiled at him to insure he knew his message had been received.
Shack sat down, slapped his hand on my thigh, grabbed it and squeezed. “We’re getting married!” he said, loudly, with his trademark, Sadge rising grin. Whew!
We boarded the flight. It was a total repeat of when we flew East. Shack’s brother nodded and put in his ear phones. I looked at him, sympathetically. He looked me like, “This is easy. All cool”.
My concern for him expanded when we got our rooms. Shack and I had to go get a marriage license, and then we were going to dinner, alone. On the upside, he was off-duty, you know? Take a breather from having to be in the middle of someone else’s affair.
Shack and I had a good time, but the three of us, really started having fun the next day, ahead of the wedding. Shack and I were dressed when his brother came to our room to take some pictures. All three of us were giddy as shit. My God, we were happy. I think it was due to the fact, we’d made it! All this crap we’d gone through culminated in this moment. We were exhilarated, telling jokes and laughing like banshees.
There was a lot of, “Why are you marrying this ugly bastard? I wouldn’t do it, Elsa. Anybody, but him!”
Shack wanted to take a picture of me, dragging him to the altar, for his friends. I agreed to this and went full out, grabbing his arm, with both hands and yanking him, like “come on, son-of-a-bitch!” He pulled in the other direction, making a horrified face and his brother got the shot, perfect.
Jupiter rising + Sadge rising+ Moon Jupiter in Sagittarius. Joy bubbled up to overflowing.
It’s entirely possible this was the happiest moment in all three of our lives. Can your heart dance and jump out of your chest? It felt like that.
Shack’s brother said he wanted to speak to me, seriously, before the wedding. I turned my attention to him.
“I really love this motherfucker,” he said. “I love him a lot! I never thought anyone would or could ever love him as much as I do. But then you came along… you love this asshole as much as I do!”
I had to sit on the bed, lie back and stomp my feet on the floor, I was laughing so hard. I could hardly breathe.
He went on to say how happy he was I was joining their family. “I’m glad you’ll be my sister. From now on, you’ll also be my favorite sibling!” he said, dogging his brother.
We laughed and laughed. It felt really, really good.
Eventually, we quit laughing and took off to get married. It all went very quick. The next thing I knew we were standing in front of the minister, facing each other.
The minister started talking and I started to melt. Seriously, I started swirling. I’m pretty sure I had a look of panic on my face. I left my body.
Shack grinned at me and held his hand up to stop the minister from talking. He reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. He put his arm around my shoulder, tight, to hold me up. He then reached around, grabbed my hand, wrapped it around his waist and planted it on his waist! By then everyone was laughing.
He shuffled us around so we were facing the minister and then looked at me. “Good?” he asked, grinning.
“Good,” I said, freakin’ beaming.
He then nodded at him, firmly. The ceremony began.
We got married, side by side, clutching like that, except to exchange rings. It was very sweet. Unbelievably sweet.
The preacher pronounced us, man and wife, and we all whooped for joy.
We skipped out of there on a fine Jupiter high. Now I was certain. I’d never been happier in my life!
Lots of high fives in the parking lot. More pictures. Me swirling around in my dress. Brothers doing their brother handshake. We felt triumphant! This had been the goal of the Three Musketeers, since the beginning!
I realized what it was we were feeling. We were free!
I was Mrs. Shack Man, as Kay had predicted.
Shack put an end to his days of bachelorhood.
Shack’s brother no longer had to act as wife OR a best man. It was now his turn.
Shack and I loved each other. All three of us loved each other. It was the end and the beginning of everything.
Shack, called my sister to tell her he was my husband. I had such grin, I couldn’t move my mouth. He told her we were really happy and he would be a great husband to me. He couldn’t wait!” He looked at me, still frozen with a grin.
“Er… she’s speechless right now, but she’s really happy. She’ll have to call you later, I guess. I just want you to know, we’re married and everything is perfect. Thanks for your help! My wife and I appreciate it, A LOT! So does my best man! We wish you could have been here. I’m sure she’ll tell you all about it herself, as soon as soon as she can. She’s overcome!”
He was overcome himself. We were all teary and laughing. Unmitigated joy!
We all went out and celebrated and had a lot of fun. We stayed in super high spirits for the rest of trip.
Arriving in Denver, Shack’s brother had his car there, so we said goodbye at the airport. His last words to his brother, ‘Don’t call me!” We all laughed, ending everything on a good note. Shack and I had a nice, deliriously happy drive home.
Shack got up in the morning and went to work to begin to dig out the avalanche of work he was buried under. I hated to see him leave, but yeah. Normal life.
I had to call my sister and my friends, check the answering machine and work on the bounced check fiasco, plus start changing my name all over the place.
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Shack came home that evening, looking pale. “What is it? What happened?” I asked. I thought he’d gotten fired.
“I told my mother we eloped.”
“Yeah? How’d that go?”
“Not good. Not good at all.”
He said he didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t push it, because I could tell whatever happened, it was very bad. Dark. He had a pallor about him. Whatever had happened, drained the blood from his face.
He wanted to go lie down, so that’s what we did.
To be continued.
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