I really had to narrow down from a long list on what to name this blog posting. I was tempted to go with, don’t let the door hit you on your way out. How about putting out fire with gasoline. I thought that one interesting since we don’t associate Neptune with fire, but it fit. Finally, I can say I am not tied in with Neptune and a series of conjunctions that have lasted most of my life. Progression wise, there is distance also. The only thing to watch will be the Neptune Solar Arc, sitting on my Natal Sun and Transit Pluto. I hope that won’t be as potentially explosive as it sounds. I have come to discover how dependent and co dependent behavior are the putting the fire out with gasoline that I mentioned.
Compassion is the word I most associated with Neptune. Familiarity does breed contempt, now I also associate dishonesty, apathy, delusion, and addiction with the planet. As the Planet of shattered dreams ebbs away from any direct hits, I have slowly realized how I created my own hell. And how did I manage that? Compassion was my gasoline. I can and have made excuses for everyone. My daughter had caught on to my pattern and reminds me that I can not date anyone I feel sorry for, yeah that has kept me at home for the last year.
I think that the love of freedom that springs from my Aquarian housed planets assumes that everyone will treat each other fairly. My natal Neptune is on the MC, I am a beacon for lost souls. This is not a great combination, as they square each other. How does one show compassion and yet not keep the cycle going? One is to realize that nothing is as it seems. What might be uncomfortable is just that, rarely is it a matter of life or death. Is the quick fix and giving in really doing anyone a favor? Probably not, and often the peripheral damage is the worst. (just ask children of alcoholics what I mean)
So now that I no longer want to encourage ill behaviors, how can I change it? The fog has lifted, I can only change myself. I have to set boundaries and enforce them. I am not taking away from anyone, just protecting myself…. and in the long run giving the dependent person their own set of guidelines on how to deal with me. All around it sounds healthy, right? Accepting anything less is the old Neptune shell game.