#astroreflections

[transitfever]

🪐 Astrology as a Vocation (or Something Like It)

Some say your profession is a choice. Sure, maybe it is. But more often, it’s a chain of unconscious turns at high speed — where your car ends up as either a racecar or a clunky old ZAZ that stalls every ten meters.

My path into astrology didn’t feel like a decision. It felt like falling into a river and realizing you know how to swim. I’m not the best person out there. Sometimes I catch myself dreaming, “what if things had turned out differently?” They didn’t. And won’t.

I have a degree in psychology. I did a stint as a counselor. But I know now — therapy isn’t for me. Not because I’m “broken,” but because my own cracks would tear apart on other people’s problems. I’d lose my mind to save someone else’s.

Astrology gives me the rhythm I need. Daily posts? They’re my ritual. My way of exorcising doubts, of making sense of what I see. My own odd blend of penance and responsibility.

Consultations? They’re little sprints. A flash of momentum that lets me keep going — scraping together rent money without begging my friends for help. So, huge thanks to the people who gave me a foundation: Anastasiya (all three of them — even the one I no longer talk to), Tetyana, Dmytro, Nataliya K., Nataliya Yatsenko, Karina Kary for her wicked humor, Yeva for her surgical ego-realism, Kateryna H. for that moment of self-seeing.

And to my current students — four so far — you are my mission. I want you flying out of this with wings sharp enough to cut through cloud cover. I demand a lot, but I give more.

In the last few years, one Yoruba proverb keeps me grounded: “The sky is wide enough for all birds to fly without colliding.” Yes, there are tons of other astrologers out there — some better, some worse. But I’ve finally realized: we all attract the querents (clients) who are meant for us. There’s an invisible thread in play. Maybe even a North Node moment, who knows.

Once, a young woman came to me. She later went on to study forestry. At first I thought, “Forestry? Seriously?” But then I remembered — I told her she’d do best with nature-centered careers. And wow, it landed. That little moment of cosmic alignment? Worth all of it.

So yeah, while I prep my next post — feel free to ask me And if you’d like to support this strange, blossoming life of mine, you can toss a coin to my PP (DM 4 details). If I manage to turn my room into a botanical sanctuary, I’ll absolutely post some plant selfies for you.

🌿 Always yours, Petro transitfever

[confidentlyconfuseddorian]

Post Saturn Return Reflection

Post Saturn Return life is so weird

I wasn't sure what to expect when Saturn left Pisces because of what I learned when Saturn was in it, but I'm in this time period where the tower has fallen but the star feels so far away

I'm surrounded by nothing but rubble and ash. I keep asking what to do but I never get an answer. Thats the point

My Saturn in Pisces is Opposite my Chiron in Virgo. There is no right answer. There is no perfection and that eats me up everyday

Because now who am I without external standards of perfection to strive toward?

Pluto is retrograding through my 4th House. I wish I could get a damn break

It's making me face all the reasons why I became a perfectionist in the first place. What/who I was protecting myself from

I keep trying to internalize the idea that "there is no wrong or right, only resonance"

It's starting to stick.. barely...

I can't keep letting fear of being wrong or being judged stop me from living the way I've always wanted

I did everything they said to do but it never worked. It never made me happy & they were never happy with me either

So, I guess we have to try something new.

The period in between the tower falling and being rebuilt high enough to touch the star involves a lot of picking through bricks, sweeping ash, and wiping away the tears that threaten to blur the vision

But I'm doing it.

Brick by boring brick

Because I'll be damned if I waste another 30 years on another false tower.

Maybe I don't do it "right" this time either, but I am gonna do it my way.

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