What’s In Your Blood?

I was talking to a friend this morning about what’s in the blood.  This was a fairly common topic around here when Saturn was in Scorpio and at various other times. In whatever case, my friend is what you might call, “hot-blooded”.  I’m also hot-blooded!

She surprised me today, when talking about trying to get her (adult) children to recognize where they come from.  She was on fire, telling them about their adventurous roots.  She wants them to be in touch with the blood of their ancestors.  She wants to encourage them, to act on what is special about them.

She specifically told them, to pay attention to the people who speak to them.  What messages might they have for you? What’s trying to come in?  She wants them to ACT on their passions and the feelings they have.

We’re both aware of how blunt people have become in this regard. More like machines, day by day.  Passion is muted.

When I was nineteen, I told the patrons in my bar, I was mad enough to spit.  They were all stunned.  Um… oops! This is when I learned, Italian was different!

When I was seventeen, I swung my motorcycle helmet at the soldier’s head (and dick), with all my might… in a fit of passionate rage. When I couldn’t manage to hit him, I smashed his bike, instead. This didn’t faze him, by the way. He liked the fire, because it’s in his blood!

My friend and I note how disconnected people are from their true essence.  I think this is one of the main problems people have when trying to partner.  They play pretend!

If you like this topic, search “blood” or “in the blood”.  I have “taboo” running through mine, among some, “Henry” things.

Life is far more fun and interesting,  if you let people present themselves, honestly. You’ve also got to put your real self out there, if you want to find your real person.

For example, my husband found the woman, who will try to kill him, in front of God and everyone, for some bs, he thinks he going to pull.

I found the man, who can dodge a helmet, get his bike smashed, and turn around and ask me if I’d like to go breakfast with him, on the bike I just smashed.

Here’s one of the old posts:

Capitalism, Competition, Tolerance Of Violence – All In The Blood

How in touch/out of touch are you, with your own blood and family legacy?