This Astrologer’s Answer to “Mommy, Where Do Astrologers Come from?” Part 1

November 12, 20104 Comments

Since I’m an Aries, a sign that loves getting there first, I’ll start with my family. I come from solid American snob stock. At college graduation Mom asked me if I wanted to activate my D.A.R. papers. “Good God, no,” I protested, adding that she never did so why did she think I would. “Well,” she said, “I never know with you.”

Mom’s side of the family was made up largely of quiet people. Concealed beneath English ancestry, layers of stalwart Episcopalianism and other evidences of respectability lurk a surprising number of eccentrics with more than a casual but outwardly disowned tendency to the medial arts, astrology being only one. It was rarely talked about—well, maybe after an exceptionally long cocktail hour.

Here’s the line up of just the ones I know about. And I come from a relatively small family. First, there was Mom. Her friends at her country club luncheon bridge sessions, the League of Women Voters and St. Hilda’s Guild would be startled to learn how right on her dreams and hunches were. She and one of my great aunts used to dream about people and they were usually right, occasionally joined by other relatives tuned to the same wavelength. As I was to learn much later in life, saying their information was revealed in dreams was merely a cover for a more direct line of communication—one that I came to refer to as “visitors.”

Another of my great aunts, concealed under her social veneer, was a premier psychic in a large west coast city. She would have to hide out with relatives in the east, a fugitive from justice, when local police performed periodic protracted dragnets trolling for paranormals.

Then there was Cousin Grace, a wholly out of the closet astrologer who, when her name came up, was treated with a sigh, a pause, and a change of topic. Mom was her quiet champion, so quiet I didn’t know about this for years. She saved the horoscopes Grace did for the family and when I became an astrologer showed them to me. I was stunned at how accurate they were and was so disappointed that by that time Grace had already returned to the stars she so loved so I never got to talk with her about astrology.

But it was my grandmother who talked directly to me, and only me I learned decades later, about astrology. These conversations took place when I was in grade school. This was the same woman whom the Episcopal bishop of her diocese practically saluted for her commanding presence, community leadership and fundraising capacities. It was she who told me about the stars and the planets and how they impacted our lives. My mother and aunt were stunned at this news. “Our mother?” They kept saying. “Our Mother?” No one else in the family surfaced who received the same instruction from her that I did.

I never told anyone about our conversations, not because she said not to. It was just that something in me needed to hold that close and deep just between us until I could make it mine, which unfortunately occurred a few years after her death.

My grandmother may have planted the astrological seeds but it was my father who ploughed the furrows and readied the soil—and was he surprised when I told him that! I’ll talk about him in my next post.

(Deborah Smith Parker is the author of “Humanus Astrologicus” available on this site. To follow her on Twitter and Facebook click to the right of this post)

About author:

Deborah Smith Parker is re-writing the often impenetrable language of astrology into a much friendlier form. She has spent her 30 plus years as an astrological consultant, writer, teacher and lecturer freeing the rich astrological images and their descriptions increasingly buried under modern clinical and technological descriptions. Her additional work in public policy has provided many outlets for demonstrating her ability to break down highly complex systems into information that’s easily understood.

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4 Responses to “This Astrologer’s Answer to “Mommy, Where Do Astrologers Come from?” Part 1”

  1. Jim says:

    My grandmother’s next door neighbor read my grandmother’s tea leaves and accurately predicted the successive loss of her father, husband and brother within 6 months of each other. My mom, the devout Catholic, regularly asks me to “look in your stars” for answers to issues she comes across in life. Amazing how “respectable” families birth us “mutant” metaphysicians!

  2. Interesting post – Is paying for an astrology chart worth it, or should I just keep following cool sites regarding astrology like yours?

    • Deborah Smith Parker says:

      Definitely worth it. The type of astrologer you would pick depends on what you want to know. But glad you’re checking out websites.

  3. Deborah Smith Parker says:

    Lilian–depends on what you want, but definitely worth it.

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