A Note from Susan Miller — October 2020

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Dear Reader,

October is due to be a unique month that will not be easy for any of us. The planets will be in a frenzy, the likes of which I have rarely seen. If you feel you’ve seen enough surprises this year, I am sorry to report that there will be a slew of them in October. Warrior Mars is one of the prime instigators, but surprise-a-minute Uranus will play a leading part, too. Saturn, Pluto, and Mercury will stir the pot as well and add to the turmoil.

When the planets get this way, it is because they want to shake up the status quo and force us to confront languishing situations that many of us would prefer not to address. As you see, there is method in the planets’ madness. One thing you can rely on is that when planets are in harsh angle to each other, the universe brings enormous energy so that you can deal with what happens. Sweet aspects—trines and positive, happy conjunctions—are always prized, but they make us a little lazy. Squares and oppositions are the hard aspects, but they sure do bring high energy. The universe will always give you the tools you need when it brings you a challenge.

The retrograde of both Mars and Mercury this month won’t help matters because both will cause frustrating delays and mix-ups. The universe uses retrogrades to give us the time to review the parts of life these planets are touring for us to reflect on how we can make things better as we move forward. Mercury will go direct on November 3, but ideally you should wait until Mars goes direct on November 13 to initiate anything of importance.

Changing subjects now, I would like to send you a heartfelt thank you for your letters of encouragement, prayers, and good wishes as I go through a crisis with both my eyes. My kind assistant, Courtney O’Reilly, reads not only the letters you send directly to the site, but also those you posts on social media, on Twitter and Instagram (@Astrologyzone) and Facebook (Susan Miller’s Astrology Zone). Courtney calls me at the end of every weekday and reads me what you have to say—I look forward to her late afternoon daily call.

I was born with a genetic condition that causes blindness or low vision. I am already color blind, but only with certain colors. Three months ago, my vision took a frightening dramatic downward turn. I was diagnosed with this condition when I was 35, but you are supposed to start having problems closer to when you are 85. All the women on my father’s Italian side of the family have it.

My eye problem started to become very concerning more than a decade ago, but now we have to take more dramatic steps. I had one surgery on August 31, and although it was deemed a success, as suspected, all it did was to sharpen my lens so that I could now clearly see the damage done to my left eye. As my eye surgeon said to me, there is a limit to what surgery can do when you have my condition. In a way I see worse now, and my brain is still struggling to make sense of the changes.

My eyes have not been in sync for four years when a famous surgeon that I hope never to see again botched my operation. Now it has become urgent that we align the two eyes so that I can use glasses—right now, I can’t and haven’t for four years.

On November 13, I will have surgery on the right eye to fix a problem in the eye capsule. Then about two weeks later, another surgery will take place, but before we schedule it, we have to see how the right eye does with the capsule surgery. The last surgery will be the most delicate, to fix what the surgeon four years ago did to me to completely plunge me into a world where I suddenly could not see, a world I didn’t recognize and that was not of my making. I had a beautiful eye that could see near and very far, and he gave me an eye that could only see 12 inches. I proved this to my new surgeon with the former surgeon’s tests in the files.

Of course, this is a nightmare because I write every day of my life. Since the August 31 operation I feel like my eyes and my brain dealing with these eyes are completely confused. The doctor who is doing the work on November 13 specializes in this surgery and only does capsules.

How did I write your forecast? I am not sure! I would close one eye most of the time, and I held a magnifying glass up to my computer screen. I wrote in big type. Several times, there was a part of me that wanted to give up, but I know you needed your forecasts.

It was my memory of what my father told me about his mother, my grandmother, Rosalia, that kept me going day after day as I wrote October. He told me she came to New York City at 16 and met my grandfather here. They both were from Sicily, they married in time, and they had seven children, my father being the eldest.

At the start, Grandma had trouble learning English. Later she did learn, but when her children were small, she was still struggling with the language in her new country and spoke Italian to her husband and children at home.

Every once in a while in the middle of the day, my grandmother would disappear, and my father would say no one would know where she was. (She had a responsible friend or relative watch the children.) Later, they would discover she would go on the subway to Queens, changing trains multiple times, to see her cousin. No one could figure out how she got there and how she managed to come back on the complex New York City subway system. She spoke no English in those days, so she carried a little piece of paper with her cousin’s address, and found her way there and back. She had trouble with her legs, so going up and down all those subway steps must have been painful, yet she persisted.

I kept that vision of my grandmother in my mind, inspired by her determination to see her cousin and get to her apartment in this busy city where she couldn’t yet read the signs or ask any passersby directions. She would show the piece of paper, and people would simply hold up fingers for the number of the train or scribble the letter of the train (New York’s trains go by either a number, 1, 2, 4, etc. or a letter—A, E, F, Q, and the like). Somehow, her angels led her there and back. When difficulties were getting the better of me and I wanted to give up, I kept thinking of my tiny Italian Grandma, only 5 feet tall, but a bundle of determination and persistence.

Before I go, want to thank you for something else. On the first day I released my new app on the Apple App Store, 90,000 readers downloaded the new version, either to upgrade my former app or to have it in your iPhone for the first time. 90,000 downloads in one day! If you have an Android, my app appeared on Google Play a few days later. Thank you—the response was enthusiastic there, too! Reading my daily and monthly horoscopes is more secure, easier to navigate, and gentler on your eyes. I have a free version that you should get!

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Thank you again, dear reader! I am so lucky to have you!


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