Silas wanted a car. He saw the car of his dreams on eBay — a gold Cadillac. (The picture is not of the car bought btw). The price was right; it looked sharp. Silas went for the deal. He bought the Cadillac but forgot to check the chart. As an astrologer, maybe he should have.
He did not pay much attention to the car’s cart and so ignored Saturn in the eighth, figuring it meant “second-hand car.” Pluto was in near proximity was also ignored. What Silas noticed was Mars at 16 Sagittarius 30 in the sixth — wheels.
Perhaps he should have also noticed that the symbol that the wheels at 16 Sagittarius 30 meant “Enthusiasm” and hinting he was buying with his heart and not with his head. Or that it was at a critical degree with the Fixed Star Sabik in tow. (It is a falsity to believe that all critical degrees are at the 29th degree mark.) According to Vivian Robson, this star denotes “wastefulness.” To be honest, what does that mean? All cars are wasteful, they depreciate immediately, never hold their value and are money pits. It is easy to ignore that message; Silas did. But after getting the car, the lousy tires irked him and $500.00 later new Coopers made the car handle like grease lightning.
Saturn though, at 24 Capricorn 33, is a problem. Here we get another message: “insurance issues” and Pluto nearby has the keyword of “complacency” and being too “accepting.” The messages add up and then we realize that the dynamic duo opposes the ascendant at 23 Gemini 15 “faith.”
The weekend near, Silas went to visit a friend. Parked there, on a peaceful street, a young drunk totals the caddy late at night and in a spark of bright intelligence, leaves the scene (hit and run is only for people). The Coopers have about 100 miles on them; the car has been driven not many more. To add fuel to the fire, the friend innocently adds the entire time she lived there this is the second time this had happened — and the last one was twenty years ago. Silas was speechless while the friend marvels at the pecularness of the whole thing.
Arguing with the insurance company about getting his money for his car, Silas adds that the tires should be a consideration. This goes on for a while, dithering back and forth as the culprit’s insurance company is still finding the whole thing mighty fishy (part of fortune in the watery depths of Cancer).
If Silas was a man of great faith in the human condition, the insurance company was at the opposite end — everything is a setup. They were skeptical about whether he knows the driver? Did his friend? Why was he parked there and so on? He answers patiently but there is still no check and Silas really needs wheels. How long will this take? After wrangling and arguing, the General paid off — about a month later.
With a jingle in his pocket, Silas is back in the market when coronavirus hits. Perhaps it really wasn’t the right time to make the move to Cadillac.