People with strong Neptunian influences generally have some sort of addiction issue. Your normal support network is being stripped away, you've probably experienced ( and probably are still experiencing) some severe depression. You've got a very strong Neptunian influence in your birth chart, so this transit is particularly painful for you. Neptune is a planet that makes us want to "merge" with the universe, if you know what I mean.
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You've had Pluto messing around with your Neptune for nearly a full two years now. I was correct in my assumption about the Pluto transit. Oh wow, you poor thing, no wonder you are copping it from all sides. I hear my angels whisper: This, too, shall pass.Īfter 2 years of craziness, ipod getting stolen, hijacked on the Fline, beaten in the head with a gun by a tranny.and now work, housing issues.and now I find out my grandfather MIGHT have breast cancer, and my mom is getting her 4th divorce and moving to Florida my freind did my astrology chart.and this is what is says. I hear the angels whisper that trouble don't have to last alwaysĮven the day after tomorrow will one day be yesterday So I embrace my shadow, and hold onto the morning light Then I hear a whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass'Īll of a sudden I realize that it only hurts worse to fight it To be put back together, what is torn apart 'Cause love ain't happening the way I wantedĬan't view the light at the end of the tunnel So I walk in faith that this, too, shall passīut the pain just keeps singing me a song My ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past I hear the angels whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass' Sometimes the fear is so loud in my head,īut then I hear a whisper that, 'This, too, shall pass' Sometimes the fear is so loud in my heart My body is nice and strong, but my heart is in a million pieces I've achieved so much in life, but I'm an amateur in love A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence.
Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds.
They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? Papa says, 'If you see it in The Sun, it's so.' Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Is There a Santa Claus? was the title of an editorial appearing in the Septemedition of the New York Sun.