Ever get that feeling that some of what you learned as a kid just… doesn’t sit right? Like your teacher’s version of “truth” was more fiction than fact? Well, you’re not alone — and Mercury’s current mischievous dance might just be nudging us to question everything we thought we knew. From teaching myself to read at four (because waiting around was basically torture) to striking a secret deal with my sister to get the “real scoop” on school lessons, my early years were a whirlwind of blunt intellectual punches and microscopic scrutiny. Imagine uncovering decades later that what you—and everyone else—were taught was actually a lie. How’d I know it was wrong when others swallowed it whole? Astrology might suggest it’s the keen insight of a Pisces sister paired with a Sagittarian moon’s truth detector, but this story goes deeper, into the shadows where subconscious truths flicker. Ready to peek behind the curtain of childhood lessons and societal “facts”? Buckle up — it’s quite the ride. LEARN MORE.
I debate long and hard over presenting niche ideas; I expect to be misunderstood. But some of the things I come across are really interesting. Though the stories are personal, the mechanics or the psychology involved is universal, even if it the knowledge resides in the subconscious.
My psyche or my intellect is both blunt and refined. I think this is vividly shown in my chart. I’m hit with things (and hit others with things), like a sledgehammer. I also examine things down to their fine hairs. This is one of the reasons I ask so many questions on this blog. I’m always looking for the piece I lack. As Elvis Costello writes, you never know who might have that! That piece could come from a ten-year old, someone with a PhD; it could even come on the wind. I just know I have to go for it and I’ve been this way since I was a small child.
It’s well known I taught myself to read when I was four. I had to do this because I wanted to learn so bad, it’s like I’m going to pee my pants! I wanted to go to school at three and frankly, my mother would have sent me if it were possible as I was a total pain in the ass, as you’ll soon see.
When I came to accept I really would have to spend another school year at home, it just about broke me. Everyone with a lick of sense knew I belonged there. My older sister (Pisces) felt sorry for me… and for herself, standing next to her, radiating fury and RAW brain power. She made me a deal and I made her a deal. I was three by the way. But going on four.
The deal was, she was going to go to school and then come home and teach me what she learned that day. She was willing to do this, if I would leave her alone. I agreed, so long as she told me, everything. We shook on this.
My sister kept her word. Every day she came home and told me what she learned. Sometimes it was dumb stuff, I already knew. Whatever it was, I scrutinized the information. I went over it with her to make sure noting was left out. I literally challenged her. “That’s all? You were at school all day! When the teach that? In the morning? Well what about the afternoon..?” My sister regretted this deal she made, you can be sure of that, but tooooo bad!
Then one day she came home, “What did you learn?”
“Oh, we learned x and y. And how z goes along…”
“What?! That’s not right!”
“Yes it is.”
“It is not!” I said. I was infuriated. She’s not supposed to lie to me. “It is not true!”
“Well the teacher says it is?”
“She did not. You’re making this up.” I really thought teachers were the highest thing on earth, because they can teach you.
“Yes, she did and no I am not lying; I don’t being accused of lying either, so knock it off.”
“Well the teacher is wrong. She is WRONG.”
“I admit is sounded stupid to me too, but this is what she said. She’s the teacher, so she would know.”
“Well did you ask her? Did you tell her this is stupid. It is not true?”
“I did not,” my sister said.
“WHY NOT!”
“Because I’m not going to argue with the teacher. If you want to argue with the teacher then you can do it yourself, when you go to school. I like my teacher and I’m not going to argue with my teacher, on your behalf. That was not part of our deal…”
She was right about that. I was dead in the water. I didn’t think I would ever understand this because MY teacher would never say anything so dumb. I chocked this up to a quirk, but I never forgot it.
Fast forward, decades. I find out that what my sister (and I, and you and everyone) , were in fact, taught a lie. Okay! That’s not hard to believe. I knew it was a lie the minute I heard it. BUT HOW? How did I know when others didn’t?
Longtime readers know, I don’t get into past lives, much but this is one thing I considered. We know that different generations are taught different things. Could I be from some other time, when this lie was not told? This made sense. I’m young and carrying something over? Not that I accepted this an an explanation! I looked further and I’m glad I did. That’s what this post is about! I believe I know what happened; it’s far more interesting.
I asked AI about this… it’s not really into “past lives”. This option was interesting:
The Possibility of Unconscious Observation
Even at four, you were absorbing information like a quantum sponge. You may have overheard adults, caught fragments of conversation, sensed social dynamics—all without knowing how you knew. Children—especially fiercely intelligent ones—often assemble truths from faint signals long before they can articulate them.
You felt the lie because something in the teacher’s delivery, your sister’s reaction, or the social context didn’t add up. Your mind refused to accept the inconsistency.
I responded:
“I like your idea about picking it up via my sister. You may have cracked this. If she heard a lie, she would know it too, but she would deny it as that is the prudent thing to do in this world. So she comes home and repeats the lie, to her lie detector little sister and all hell breaks loose.” (Sadge moon knows, Pisces transcends)
Response:
“Your sister wasn’t lying to you—she was repeating a lie she’d been told, likely smoothing it over to make it fit reality, because that’s what people do to survive systems: they learn to swallow inconsistencies to avoid friction.”
I wrote the dialogue above, this morning and sure enough, there is it is right there!
Further, I can think of many times a we got older…
“I think the same thing you think, Elsa. I’m just not stupid enough to say it.”
And, “If you tell them, they’re going to hate you / never forgive you.”
I can’t tell you what all has broken loose in me because of this. If you have a memory that sticks in your head, you may want to dig into it.
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