The Outside Lane

Just when I decided to be okay with my weight again, I discovered that in order to reap the benefits of paying the lowest premium for my health insurance, I’m going to have to lose weight.  Crap.  But, no, I’m not going back to fad diets or the like, I’m just doing the old faithful.  I guess I’ll have to actually stick with it.  Frankly, I would rather pay the extra money and get to eat what I want.  I look good in my clothes, so who else cares?

I have been listening to the book, Under the Banner of Heaven (still haven’t figured out how to underline), and learning more about the origins of Mormon.  As someone taught to believe in virgin births, resurrections, and other miracles, I have a really hard time knocking the unbelievable tenets of other people’s faiths.  If you want to believe that Hermes carries your prayers up to Zeus, that’s fine by me.  I’ve got no stones to throw when it comes to believing in things that seem ridiculous.

It is good and healthy to know about more than just your faith.  As the old saying goes, even a broken clock is right twice a day.  There is some truth in everything, and I believe there is some good in everything.  You know, unless the idea of the religion is to abuse and hurt, then it’s just criminal.

Lobster introduced me to Esoteric Astrology recently, and that has been an eye opening hilarity of its own.  While I don’t believe in horoscopes guiding your days, I do find some truth and interest in natal charts as indicators of personality, strengths and weaknesses.  Esoteric Astrology has more to do with your spiritual disposition and purpose.  Of course, because it is true any time I am MBTI’d, sorted, or typed, I appear to be an outlier of the norm, a sole dispositor.  Lobster is, too.  I am in good company.

A sole dispositor in a horoscope is the sign of the self-made person: one who stands apart from family and social milieu and has achieved something quite different from what you might expect from knowing his or her background and upbringing.

A sole dispositor occurs in a horoscope when one – and only one – planet lies in its ruling sign; and all the other planets lie in signs which, by a series of removes in rulership (disposition), work back to that ruling planet.  For example, in the horoscope of Charlie Chaplin, we have the following planetary positions:  Sun/Aries; Moon/Scorpio; Mercury/Aries; Venus/Taurus; Mars/Taurus; Jupiter/Capricorn; Saturn/Leo; Uranus/Libra;
Neptune/Gemini; Pluto/Gemini.

I don’t know that I have achieved anything out of the norm of my upbringing, other than having made it into adulthood, and having made it here mostly sane, but I still have a lot of living before I am finished striving to achieve, so who knows where I’ll end up?  The rest of the description at the link is embarrassingly on the nose.

I find myself, often, in a position of choosing either my way of doing things, or people.  And most of the time, I choose my way of doing things.  I’ve been told by enough people that I am narrow and bullheaded to have any delusions that I am anything else.

Eh.  It’s something to consider, even if it isn’t very flattering.