H & My Mentor

The connections between two “casual acquaintances”, translated…

My friend told me, that based off of my charts, in the occupation slot, there was Chiron that symbolized healing, it was generally called the heavenly teacher or heavenly healer. And maybe it’s because of this, a lot of my friends would, pour their hearts out to me. That, was how I met up with H too.

We’d never met face-to-face, but, we’d often chatted, so technically, we’re, very good “friends online”. The second time we connected, she’d told me that the first time we’d chatted she was in the hospital, her mother was diagnosed with cancer, and although, the drugs had controlled the progressions, it would be impossible, to cure it. She finally had the chance, to get an appearance in the movies, but in the end, she’d had to, stay at home day after day, to take care of her mother. That day (our third time), she’d told me, she almost got married six months ago, but, don’t know if she ran, or the man she was about to marry ran, point it, it didn’t fall through.

friend who have each other’s backs, not my photograph…

“Thinking back, it still gives me the chills.”

“About how you didn’t get married?”

“Running away, was the least scary thing of all of this. It’s just, that I believe, the rituals of ‘marriage’, is the least important thing in the relationship of two people.”

“It’s really hard and trying, getting married.” (I’d spoken like I’d done it already.)

“After all my mother had me out of wedlock, so I don’t see the necessity in the rituals.”

“A lot of French people are having babies without the marriage.” (I’d spoken like we’re living in France.”

“I guess, I just, never felt, that there would be any benefits from getting married, so, I wouldn’t want to especially.”

I’d managed to, catch some important keywords in this segment of our conversation. I’d thought about how Chiron, the constellation had, walked its own strange path in astronomy, that is why it’s viewed as the bridge between space and time, which means, “the part that hurts in the soul”. Such an amazing spot for it. After I learned this, I’d let out a sigh of relief, otherwise, I’d often, gotten dragged down for having too much sympathies, and my ability to attract the sorrowful things in life, to the point, that I’d begun, to wonder, if I’m being, too emotional.

She’d sent two pictures to me. A little while ago, she’d sliced a small piece of flesh off her fingers, one was when she just got injured, the other, a photo of her finger now, after it’d, healed.

“Look, now I’m older, the regrowth of my flesh no longer looked perfect, it’s too big.”

“Perhaps, it’s because it was in a hurry to heal, it’d, grown, overboard.”

“Actually, something else was weird, as I’d bent my finger, it’d still, hurt lightly. As I cut myself, I’d lost too much blood, felt my heart pound too fast, in the end, after I’d calmed myself, I’d realized, that there’s a difference in the pulse of my beating heart, and the blood vessels near where I cut myself.”

“The blood vessel pulsated more evenly around your wound.”

“That’s quite odd indeed!”

someone to help pick you up when you’re feeling down, not my photograph

“There are friends who have what your mother has, but now, they’d taken their meds regularly, and are living like everybody else now.”

“How long do you think I should wait, until I start my next relationship?”

“No rush, that scar still look quite ugly.”

“Although my mother wasn’t married, but she’s an expert in romantic encounters. I’d received endless number of presents from all the uncles she’d ever dated.”

“A good love requires two people standing firmly on the ground, with their legs, shoulder length.”

“Then see who can make who fall first.”

“It’s not tae-kwon-do.”

“More like a fist-fight.”

My cell phone showed a smiley face with tears streaming down. And, our conversation usually develops off topic like this, and sometimes, we’d wanted to discuss something serious, but, there isn’t a serious conclusion that’s reached from our discussions. I really don’t know when I will meet H face to face, but, I’m really cherishing this not-seeing-one-another and being able to chat endlessly, this sort of an unusual connection. Destiny would sometimes, play those unfunny jokes on us, and we’d needed to, rely on one another, in these instances, find something that makes us laugh that’s combined with the courage we were needing, and the opportunities for laughing aloud again.

So, this, is the connection you have, with someone online, and although the two of you are not sharing the same experiences, but, through sharing your separate encounters with each other, you were able to shed light on your own lives, and, reflect to each other’s life encounters, offering one another social support.