Location, etc. — Part III

For the last two days, I’ve been waxing rhapsodic about this subset of general Astrology that’s called Locational Astrology — it involves using the place and moment of your birth to determine where on the globe you might find Lines and Points of Power that have special resonance for you, specifically, based on your own astrological wiring.  For my first post on the subject, I was more or less just gushing about how cool and thoroughly ginchy I find this whole concept.  In the second post, I related a couple of dreams I had prior to viewing my first-ever Locational Astrology map, which dreams may be taken to indicate that this entire field will hold very special and powerful meaning for me.  Today’s post — the third and final in this brief series — will be aimed at conveying one particular example of how, many years ago now, I unknowingly visited a place that sits right along one of these astrological power-meridians for me, and I then witnessed something almost immediately happening around me that was pretty remarkable, not just because it was a far-out and fabulous occurrence simply in and of itself, but also because it coincides so perfectly with what the locational astrologer might predict to be exactly the kinds of effects I could expect were I to touch down along that specific meridian.

This all has to do with a trip I took after graduating from college…

Yay, graduation!!  (and special bonus: Pyramids!!)...
Yay, graduation!! (and special bonus: Pyramids!!)…

My parents, being the kind and generous souls that they are, gifted me with airfare to Europe to celebrate my newly degreed departure from the ranks of academia, and they also threw in a two-month Eurail pass, which allowed me to take unlimited rides all around the continent through and among all countries that participated in the Eurail program (which, at the time, was a lot of countries — more than I could reasonably visit for any length of time within a two-month period).  Being the princess that I am about loving modern technology, I made the questionable decision to roam the northern nations of Europe, even though I arrived in mid-October, and would be staying through until nearly Christmas (in other words: it would be frigging cold in the north, but I went there anyway).  I of course could have instead elected to hug the Mediterranean and ogle Spanish, Greek, and Italian ladies in their beachwear while remaining slightly buzzed on fine European wine and such, but the thought of even possibly going without cutting-edge creature comforts for more than five or ten minutes sent the young me scurrying with purpose up into the snow-belt (and please note: I’ve grown since then, I really have!!  but, you know, in the spirit of honesty and full disclosure…)…

So anyway, there was this one stretch of a few weeks that found me traversing the various German-speaking nations (parts of Switzerland, Austria, Germany itself).  I don’t speak a word of German myself, had already peaked in my love for and consumption of beer, didn’t completely love the local cuisine in those regions (more sausage-type stuff than I can really subsist on regularly, but they seemed to happily eat it day and night — no judgment, but I just can’t go from bed to wurst [ha!  been saving that pun for years…]).  But what I’m working my way toward here is the fact that at the time, one of the cities I most wanted to see in Germany was Berlin…but Berlin was then still swallowed up in what was East Germany, and East Germany didn’t recognize or accept the Eurail system or my Eurail pass.  This meant that if I wanted to see Berlin, I’d have to get there some other way…

Which I did.  I took myself and my gargantuan backpack to the proper highway, I parked myself next to it, and I stuck out my thumb, as young vagabonds have been doing since ten minutes after the first roadway was invented…

This is not me -- it's some random and dandy fellow in California in 1940 -- but the same procedure worked just fine a continent and an ocean away nearly five decades later...
This is not me — it’s some random and dandy fellow in California in 1940 — but the same procedure worked just fine a continent and an ocean away nearly five decades later…

…and some nice young truck-driving German guy picked me up and gave me a lift all the way into Berlin.  I quickly found the youth hostel where I planned to stay (I was making a firm practice of sticking to these affordable and social little spots all across Europe), checked in, stashed my belongings, and went out to get drunk with some of the other hostel crowd.  And as mentioned above, Germany is a place where you will not be required to search high and low if it’s beer that you’re seeking, so get drunk we did…

The next morning, I awoke to kind of a clamor.  I took my throbbing head out into the hallway to see why everyone had decided to welcome the day with inordinately loud streams of excitable German yammering.  People were darting about in this weird, energized fashion, all wide-eyed and communal, obviously sharing something important, but again, I didn’t speak the language, so I had no clue what was going on that had everyone in such a charged-up state.  I tried asking a few people, but it took me several tries before I could get someone to catch the muddled American tourist up to speed.  Finally, someone took pity on me, grabbed me by my lapels (or…the parts of my shirt where lapels would have been if I’d been dressed more formally), and shouted into my face that, “The Wall is coming down!  The Wall is coming down!!”

Obviously, if you grew up — as I did — during the Cold War, you knew back then that the Berlin Wall doesn’t just “come down.”  That would be as unlikely an occurrence as, say, someone stealing the Louvre in the middle of the night, or someone else painting Big Ben a bright, sexy magenta color, inside and out, while London slept, unknowing.  These things simply don’t transpire.

Right…?

Maybe this would be a good point at which to tell you that, as it happened, I had hitchhiked into Berlin on the evening of November 9, 1989.  That very evening, the East German government shakily and in totally public fashion let slip word that the Berlin Wall would be coming down.  Effective pretty much immediately.  When I was roused the following morning…the Berlin Wall was coming down.

This is Checkpoint Charlie on Nov. 10, 1989, the American gateway in the Berlin Wall.  This is where I actually went to see this bit of history unfold, although I didn't take this photo.  For all I know, however, I may be milling about in the background here (though I remember the scene as being way more frenzied than this picture would indicate)...
This is Checkpoint Charlie on Nov. 10, 1989, the American gateway in the Berlin Wall. This is where I actually went to see this bit of history unfold, although I didn’t take this photo. For all I know, however, I may be milling about in the background here (though I remember the scene as being way more frenzied than this picture would indicate)…

So yes, I was in Berlin when the Wall came down.  What are the odds??!  It’s not like there were rumblings beforehand that this might be happening…or at least, there weren’t any rumblings locally that a traveling, non-German-speaking, apolitical American kid would have picked up on and understood, that’s for sure.  I didn’t take myself to Berlin so I could witness this historical occurrence…it just worked out in incredibly fortuitous fashion that I was there for it.

But why, then, am I telling you all this in a post about Locational Astrology?

Well, the fascinating thing here is that when I was taking my first-ever look the other day at a chart showing how my own personal astrological Lines of Power are distributed around the globe, I couldn’t help but notice that one such Line runs so close alongside Berlin that you could pretty much stand on the eastern border of the city and crouch down to touch that Line with your bare hand.  Specifically, this is the Line that represents where the Planet Jupiter touches my Descendant (or “DS,” the point of Sunset, where Jupiter would have dipped down below the western horizon on the day I was born).  Jupiter is arguably the brightest and happiest Planet we have, representing growth, expansion, optimism, generosity…and the Descendant speaks to our dealings with other people, our various interactions and relationships with them, and arguably their own dealings with each other in our vicinity.  This Jupiter/DS Line, then, would track a series of places that, in Locational Astrology theory, would probably be pretty terrific for me in terms of me having good dealings with others, and with others having good dealings among themselves in my presence.

Here’s what the site I used for generating my charts has to say about this particular Line: “There is hardly a better place than the Jupiter/DS line for dealing with all people.  Tolerance, generosity and freedom are the hallmarks for all private and business transactions.  You will meet cultivated and intelligent people with a sense of humour, whose broadminded and liberal views deeply influence yours…  It is far from rare that such encounters make a deep impression on your life…

And then remember that this happened:

Tear down the Wall: this is the kind of thing I saw all along the length of that evil barrier that day in Berlin, and for several days running before I left the city...
Tear down the Wall: this is the kind of thing I saw all along the length of that evil barrier that day in Berlin, and for several days running before I left the city…

And this:

"Tolerance, generosity, and freedom are the hallmarks..."
“Tolerance, generosity, and freedom are the hallmarks…”

So I’m not necessarily saying that my touching down in Berlin directly caused the Wall to come down (although if you want to accord me that kind of power in your mind, I won’t stand in your way…).  I am saying, though, that one of the most extraordinary events I’ve ever witnessed for myself first-hand…occurred exactly where Locational Astrology would predict such a thing might occur, and it occurred basically the instant I arrived there.  You should of course draw your own conclusions in all of this!!

I, however, am busy poring over my Locational Astrology charts, and casting an eye across various intriguing places around the globe which might make for truly transformational vacation spots for me in the near-ish future…

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