It was September 1984, Pluto just run into scorpio, Uranus onto my ASC, Saturn was lying on my neptune in 11. I spent some time in the apartment of a friend with him when he asced me if I love to have a week or two holidays with him now. I asked where as he said he would like to see Pantelleria. I asked where and what that is. It is the last island that belong to Italy between Palermo an Tunis. Flights were very expensive at that time. We took the train from Nuremberg were we lived to the south through Austria and Italy to sicilia, the island of the mafia in the very south. Then we took a ship to the island Pantelleria where the capers were grown for the European market. A volcanic island. On our way back we took a plane from the island to Palermo, the main city of sicilia. The pilot was drunk and wanted to land from the wrong side, then had to climb again from a height of 50 meters above the runway and fly a 180 degree turn. Then he landed like the albatross in the famous movie by Walt Disney. That was very bumpy. The other passengers were in a cold sweat on their faces. The bus ride from Palermo airport to the city was an experience. No one in the mafia city followed the rules when driving. There were traffic lights, but no one was interested.When we were sitting on the train from Palermo to northern Italy, my friend Frank leafed through the timetable and finally said that the train also stopped in Florence. Frank, a good friend of him who had moved there from Nuremberg three years ago, asked if I would like to stay there for another two days with him to visit his friend. I agreed. When we arrrived in Florenz we looked for a phonebook to call the friend because Frank didn't have the personal data with him. But we didn't find the phone number of the friend. Then we went into a tourist office an asked the beautiful young italian lady. She said she had an address book of Florence. Every inhabitant would be in it. But she couldn't find his name. We return and went to the train station to continue our way back home to Nuremberg. It was September, a little rain but not cold. Suddenly Frank stopped looked to the ground where he saw a wet piece of paper, crumpled up. Frank bent down, picked up the wet paper, untangled it. On it was the name and address of his friend. We went back to the beautiful Italian woman. She said that it was a suburb of Florence, which is why our friend was not in the telephone book and the Florentine address book. She told us which bus we had to take at the train station, it was only a 20-minute ride. At the bus station, before the bus departed, we happened to meet the friend we were looking for.

October 3rd is the German national holiday. The sun is there at 10 degrees Libra, like my mother's ASZ and my MC.

I was off work for the holiday and was dozing on my sofa at lunchtime when, half asleep, I suddenly heard my mother calling my name several times for help, as if she were in desperate need of death. She lived with my father 40 km away.

I got a queasy feeling in my stomach so I went for a little walk to calm myself down.

When I returned, there was a note on my apartment door that a taxi driver had put there telling me to call my sister immediately.

My mother was in the hospital and fell into a coma. I took a taxi to her and sat on her bed, holding her hand.

My mother had developed severe asthma and my father drove her to the clinic because no doctor's offices were open and forgot to take her allergy certificate with him.

Mother was severely allergic to most painkillers. She was given Novalgin intravenously and immediately fell into a coma.

I sensed from the beginning that mother wanted her son with her. It turned out that she went into a coma at the exact moment I heard her cries while she was half asleep.

Jakob wrote:Saturn was lying on my neptune in 11

It sounds to me like you crossed many borders (Saturn) in your travels, searching for something (someone) concealed (Saturn), and had a concrete (Saturn) coincident (conjunction) with the ineffable, edgeless (Neptune) nature of life. The 11th house was activated, friends were involved.

Cool story, Jakob. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you, Jason.
The story of Florenz I wrote without an online translater, free.
Was it more understandable than the googlists?
Jakob

In 2012 I mooved from Frankfurt to the suburbs.
A few months later I got several itchy patches of skin on both legs. First of all I thought it is allergic. Maybe in my new living area there is something I can stand. In the garden there are two birches. I knew that I am allergic to birches or hazel because I often get watery eyes during their pollen count. I went to 5 different doctors and got 4 different diagnoses. With the last doctor, I was about to say that I would go to an Indian miracle healer next, because the previous doctors knew the diagnosis after 1 minute of anamnesis and everyone said something different, nothing helped. It now seems to me that scientific medicine diagnoses sotericism according to the principle of gut feelings. But her ointment helped. The itchy areas were gone after 6 weeks and a little bit upside that areas I got uncurable skin cancer after that therapie. The surgeon made the mistake of removing the skin and sending it to the laboratory before diagnosis. After the laboratory's diagnosis, it turned out that this tumor should not be removed. So it came back in 5 times the amount. I left it like that, untreated, even if personal hygiene became difficult there. One day, about 3 or 4 years later, I saw that the tumor was suddenly only half its size, within a few days. I didn't believe that god did this. Something must be happened that „half healed“ my tumor. I thought what was happened the last weeks. After a while I remembered that I had a date with my femal dentist. A tooth was removed from her. Before that, she explained to me that traces of mercury would get into the blood because of my amalgam filling. But that is not dangerous. I then bought a dose of mercury, homeopathic, D6, Mercurius solubilis, took a few pellets in the evening. The next morning, the tumor was gone.

A wild story, Jakob! Congratulations on your intuition! Do you know some astrologic data according this matter?

This message is about your first post" With Uranus on the ASC , your intuition is very strong. Had you said NO instead of YES to that trip, NONE of the other things would have happened.
Other things, maybe odd, unusual things would have happened, but not those events....as they are predicated on your saying YES to the trip.

Many things happened to me before I began to study astrology.....but I couldn't know the astrological connections until later, when I understood transits.

And then it all fell into place.
Not being able to see your birth chart, I can't comment further on the individual events you discuss...but...trust me....IF you put in the transits of the date and approx. time of any unusual events, out of the ordinary events, you will be able to explain the event.

Looking back at the unexpected, the unusual, the "out of the ordinary" from the past is a GREAT way to learn about transits.
And it works for looking at the charts of other people too......if they give you the correct information (events, dates, approx. times).

Many inexplicable things have happened in my life which totally mystified me until I was able to read the transits of my chart for those events.

Even today, I marvel of some of the "coincidences" I thought were accidental until I was able to read my chart and transits.
Which is why, before I give a reading to anyone, I tell them to write down the dates and times of any events from the past which they want explained.
Of course when I explain these to the client, they are amazed...but really, it's just knowing which planets are active at those times.

LYN

When my father died there was a transit of Chiron on my trigone Venus/Neptun. I drove around my childhood area for hours waiting for fathers burial. After two hours I stopped in a small town to drink some coffee. Then I was aware that this is where my grandma was born. That was in 2014. Grandma left this place in 1926 when she married my grandpa. Father never told me in which house grandma grew up. I knocked on a windwow because from the road I could look inside where two elder women had tea and cake. One woman went to the window, opened it an asked me: "Are you looking for a city tour?" I said "No, but I want to know if my grandmas house ist still there and were it is if yes." She said "What was your grandmas name?" I said: "Margret Losslein". She said: "You are standing just in front of her house because me and my husband bought the house from your great-grandmother's heirs in the 1950th.