This photo, of a street performer in Cartagena Colombia, typifies for me the Uranus transit through Taurus.
On May 15, the planet Uranus entered Taurus after 7 years in Aries. In astrology, Uranus rules the sign of Aquarius and, archetypically, represents sudden, unforeseen events, genius, electronics, psychic insights. This photo typifies Uranus – the seemingly impossible right in front of you.
Uranus shakes things up so we’re tossed out of our familiars ruts and routines, many of which no longer do much of anything for us. Once the old stuff has dropped out of our lives, there’s space for new people and experiences, new insights, new everything.
Taurus is an earth sign, solid, stable, dependable, stubborn. It’s not particularly comfortable in Uranus, where it will be until November 7. Then, because it’s moving retrograde, it slips back into Aries for a final rally. It turns direct again in the first week of January 2019 and finally, on March 6, 2019, it enters Taurus again and will be there until April 2026, when it enters Gemini.
So this window we have between May 15 and November 7 provides us with insights about what the longer transit beginning in March 2019 will look like. Globally, we’ve had volcanic eruptions in Hawaii, trump’s meeting with the North Korean dictator, two Cat 4 hurricanes in the Pacific, kids being ripped away from their parents at the southern borders of the country, children detention centers, Paul Manafort’s $10 million bail being rescinded for witness tampering. And that’s just the highlights. Google news events between May 15 and today for a fuller global picture.
On a personal level, here’s how this transit has unfolded so far for me. It requires a little backstory. During Hurricane Irma last fall – September 10, 2017 – our house sustained some roof damage. Leaks in 4 rooms, dry walls saturated, ruined air conditioner. We didn’t realize the extent of the damage until the first heavy rain after Irma and in late September filed a claim with our homeowner’s insurance company. They issued a small check that didn’t even cover the cost of the new AC unit.
Then a friend told me about public adjusters – freelance insurance people who work on your behalf to obtain a fair claim. Given the repercussions of Irma, it was difficult to find such an adjuster because they were overwhelmed with clients. But we finally did. In late November, after an intense inspection of our house and roof, he filed a claim on our behalf. His report is incredibly detailed and underscores how insurance companies issue small checks in the hopes of shutting you up. The insurance company had 90 days to respond.
The deadline came and went. Our adjuster allotted more time because of the holidays, but eventually threatened to sue the insurance company if they didn’t respond by May 1 by sending out an adjuster who does what our guy does, but for the insurance folks. He had until May 15 to respond.
Interesting deadline date, right?
May 15: Uranus entered Taurus. The insurance company missed the deadline. I was ready to quit astrology. The adjuster explained the next step. It sounded complicated and drawn out, a journey through the labyrinth of the insurance world and its laws. Meanwhile, hurricane season would begin on June 1 and we still had a leaky roof. But on May 18, the adjuster emailed me that the insurance company had issued a check that was close to his estimate and explained the process after we got the check. Three days past that May 15 deadline, that transit of Uranus into Taurus, but hey, I was grateful.
The check was sent out by UPS from the law firm to the adjuster – and got lost. To me, this was like Uranus shouting, “MacGregors, here’s your unforeseen surprise – but now I’m going to snatch it away.”
What ensued were letters, emails, scrambles to find the check or reissue it. I targeted June 13, new moon in Gemini, as the day we would hear something. And this time, astrology came through. The adjuster delivered the check personally and said it was the original check, it had been found, and we were going to get our new roof.
When I looked at the date on that check, my faith in astrology was restored: it was dated May 15.
Then, on my birthday, I received a contract for a short story I’d sold to Ellery Queen Magazine.
The signs are looking positive personally.
But on a global scale, are we approaching a dictatorship? Interment camps have begun – for kids.