Agony aunt blogger s work, ethic and astrology

Have you ever had a 'charming' experience of being asked to look at an adolescent's natal chart without them knowing?

I seem to have experienced this thing once or even several times in the past.

First you think of the ethical aspect of the question.

Then you think of how effective it might be and what it really could show.

Then you try to focus on knowledge and being professional while expecting some safety arrangement to be done for you if you're about to deal with someone who's not really into communication or it seems so.

Then you start the work.

About 5 or 6 years ago I was contacted by a lady who was dressed to the nines, yet she looked really preoccupied with her young daughter who was less than 15 years old.

By that time I was already hired by quite a significant international game dev team and I was doing English tuition just for fun, so renumeration was only a no.3 priority. The lady asked me what I could do to the situation with her daughter who had skyrocketing grades, subtle yet pleasant manners and who was also technically flawless in English reading, modelling and dance.

I'd be over the moon if I had such a tremendously talented and extraordinarily polite younger sister.

Then I looked at the young lady's natal chart once again.

I've traced a tiny sign of hypersensitivity in her natal data, and I also noticed how fast her evolutionary growth was when she was by me.

It was one of the asteroids in the 3rd house. This very asteroid could be the reason behind a temporary period of emotional instability, unmotivated fears and a bit of prejudice she could and was used to expressing freely.

She seemed to be very intuitive and slightly 'picky' about people, at least that was how I used to remember her in 2017. I was also sensitive and I tried to use all of my willpower and tact to conceal the way I was sometimes struck by her impeccably innocent jokes and witty phrases. I was amazed by the beauty of her dark blonde hair, the glow of her skin and her blue, topaz-like eyes alight.

As a tutor, I did my best to let her unwind while studying. Knowing she was keen to absorb huge chunks of background knowledge and solve riddles which were much more complicated than the average academic expectations suitable for her class and age. We had some 'us' time together, so I started using some unusually funny Spanish words. That was only my 4th language, according to the diploma and its supplement and I asked the girl to take my fragmentary knowledge critically. She ensured me she would. I assumed she was telling the truth.

As an artistic human being, I was sometimes confused by a flow of her emotions and their short micro-phases which were soon to shift.

A usually dauntlessly brave person myself, I would try over and over again to find keys to her heart. There seemed to be none.

She'd change tutors like toothpicks, especially if they were punctual, detail-oriented, unempathetic and distant, wearing a mask of weariness. It was hard for me to understand the reasons for such determination to put them (us teachers) down ASAP. I felt I was being put under scrutiny and I did my best to survive, succeed and even invent.

One of the most unusual things in her life I managed to spot was that her adaptability to  stress was quite volatile. At times she displayed real determination to study, and there would also be moments of quiet desperation she'd face without anyone even knowing.

I asked her whether she kept a journal of her thoughts and feelings. She answered in the negative. Then I inquired whether she wanted to start one. She told me she needed to take a break and ponder about it.

The synthetic approach I used to increase her interest in foreign languages and the history of art, which worked nearly with each and every of my previous students, would fail with her. I already knew about learning styles, modalities and the role of hormones.

We would have been perfectly compatible in terms of studies and art projects but for the last fact. The three basic hormones in my profile are testosterone, acethycholine and oxytocin, although in 2002 the test would display an unusually high cortisol level. In layman terms, I was determined, hard-working and might appear slightly tedious, even while showing her simple short movies which were suitable for her age and ability. I was doing my best to show her I wasn't really in the picture, I was merely a shadow of hers. Following the theories of classical European (mostly Italian) psychoanalysis, I would light up the torch for the child and watch her grow, play and question the world without turning my presence into a cult.

So, while sharing common interests, such as music, fashion, travel and classical art, numerous inside jokes and even surprisingly similar emotional reactions, even some of our illusions and ideals being stunningly close to each other, she did her best not to reciprocate my friendship, while I was feeling sligtly perplexed. For the first time in my life I'd see a really ladylike teenage girl, so emotional and sincere, so sensitive to all the pits and falls of her generation's existence that it almost brought me to the brink of tears I hoped no one would notice.


My approach to responsibility and responsiveness was extraordinarily deep and detailed while her inner states were as tumultuous as the waters of the Niagara falls. The more energy, emotions, knowledge and faith I'd invest in our studies and trainings (we did some dance classes together, apart from languages), the more exhausted both of us were feeeling, while the family of hers would seek all the possible ways to doubt and diminish my authority as a teacher. Part of me believed they were kind. Another part would see all their actions as a set of stratagems. I  knew that word because right after graduation I went on to be a sales manager, so rubbing shoulders with entrepreneurs, financial analysts, investors and bankers was not a big deal and in most cases it was also a no-brainer to guess what they wanted. They expected people to stay effective even if that involved them losing hours of sleep that would gradually turn into months.

Each favour I'd get above and beyond the curriculum would be pereceived by me as an invitation to keep as far away from them as I could, mostly due to an unusual combination of haughtiness and sincere acceptance I'd read in their faces. Even later on it was hard for me to understand the leitmotif behind such a string of emotion-blazed, thrilling and controversial events which that family and some putative friends of theirs would launch.

My ambitions were simple and clear - to stay in the capital for some time, then move abroad, to a place where my talents wouldn't have been covered by the dust of loneliness and misunderstanding.

So I looked at the natal chart and I'd say that it was her extreme sense of tact and adaptability which could turn her into a star in every field she would choose. One particular set of asteroids in the 3rd house could turn her into the country's sweetheart if she wanted and in case she would really concentrate on goals while staying selective with methods.

I tried to convince both her mother and her classmates that her nature could change with the course of time and it would mostly be up to her to set and reset priorities.