Christiane Northrup is an OB-GYN who believes in astrology and self-help woo of all types. And in a post on her website, she attempts to defend her belief in astrology by tossing a tasty word salad full of catchphrases and illogical claims.
When someone asks me why astrology plays such an important role in my life, I know they don’t see astrology the way I do. Astrology connects us to the universe—to the whole. It helps us make meaning out of seemingly meaningless events, especially the ones that test our resolve. It imbues the universe with the magic that our souls crave.
Is your bullshit meter topping out yet? Just wait.
So when someone questions my belief in astrology, I reply with some questions of my own: “Do you believe in the phases of the moon? Do you believe in the seasons?” And then I add, “Because astrology is about aligning with the forces that rule the moon, the tides, and the turning of the planets, and then finding your unique place within this system based on how the planets were lined up at the moment of your birth.”
Phrases like “aligning with the forces” and “finding your unique place” are just gibberish, nonsense phrases that sound profound when they mean nothing at all.
Astrology is simply a tool—it has no power other than what you give it. It’s like checking the weather forecast to see if you should pack a raincoat.
Well, it would be if astrology could actually predict things accurately. But it can’t. It’s more like pawing through some goat entrails to see if you should pack a raincoat.
Astrology gives you a roadmap for the journey of your soul. It’s designed to help you maximize access to your soul’s original blueprint. From time to time, I will look at someone’s chart with them. Invariably, the first thing he or she asks is, “Is it bad?” There aren’t any “bad” charts. Every chart has its challenges and its gifts.
More bullshit phrases: “a roadmap for the journey of your soul” that will “maximize access to your soul’s original blueprint.” I don’t understand how people can utter things like this without a bit of shame.
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