A Tribute To My Father 1927 – 2015
My father passed away less than 24 hours ago. He died on the Venus/Jupiter conjunction. The two were *exactly* conjunct, not just to the degree, but to the minute the moment he died. The Sabian Symbol for the Venus/Jupiter conjunction is Leo 23: A Carrier Pigeon Fulfilling Its Mission.
Born an Aries in 1927, he was a rocket man. I realised this when I awoke this morning with the words of Bernie Taupin and Elton John’s music ringing in my ears. My heart and mind were singing it and all the words made complete sense to me… and fit the situation like a hand in a glove. And the sunrise this morning was beyond glorious – the sky was so pink and blue – I have rarely seen such a display. I am up at Katoomba, in the Blue Mountains – the air is crisp and very cold. Here’s a link to the youtube video, complete with lyrics.
The lyrics fit my feelings so well that when I listened to the song soon after waking up, it burst a dam of emotion that I’d been hanging onto. Prior to that, I just felt numb.
Dad was an astrologer, particularly in the late 1960’s and during the 1970’s, when he would go over his charts, sometimes with his friend Gordon. Dad would pick the gender of babies before birth with astounding accuracy – he did it many times for people. He also used to have a great love of Edgar Cayce and founded a healing group in the ’70’s. It was a closed group, but I had the great honour of sitting in on it one Monday night at Dad’s fabulous farm at Oxford Falls (Sydney). The healing group would do silent prayers and healings on people who would send him letters detailing their problems. Dad said that he was “rapt in Edgar Cayce”.
Dad was always the round peg in the square hole. He had an extremely difficult, lonely and disjointed childhood. I was born smack on the full Moon and Mum and Dad split up when I was very little. Dad always felt very sad about my childhood… life can be like that.
I didn’t really have Dad in my life, except the occasional visit or stay during the school holidays. What he gave me was a love and respect for the esoteric. I never saw it as something unusual. I too, am a round peg. Dad’s fascination and admiration for Cayce is mirrored in mine for Walter Russell… and, of course, I’m an astrologer. It is in my veins. Always was.
Vail Dad. May your journey into the stars this full Moon with Venus exactly conjoined Jupiter bring you so many joys.
Elton John’s song Rocket Man had me howling (for the first time)… it broke through my numbness and into a place of love…. the words could not be more apt. My lovely sister Anne had packed Dad’s bag and he went into hospice just hours before he died. The words… extraordinary.
As I feel sure you’ll understand, I may be taking a little time to myself, digesting and moving through this experience 🙂