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Getting Started with Astro-Trading

So you’re thinking about getting started with astro-trading.

That’s great!

But exactly what do you need?

It would be nice if it was absolutely nothing at all.

No money.

And no time. No effort, either, of course.

But that’s simply not the case.

You do require a few things for getting started successfully.

They’re worth learning about.

The Truth About Getting Started

The fact is, astro-trading offers you huge advantages.

The benefits are truly exciting!

But I don’t want you to have the wrong expectations.

It’s important to be totally honest about what you need.

At least that’s true if you’re serious. If you want to do more than just satisfy your curiosity.

If you actually want to make money with astro-trading.

You need to be informed.

That’s why I made this video.

It’s about side-stepping the Law of 90.

It applies no matter what kind of beginner you are.

It helps remove confusion about getting started.

Watch it here:


 

Did You Take Lots of Notes?

I know this is not a long video.

Even so, I tried to pack a lot into it.

My goal was not to pull any punches.

So I didn’t try to sugar-coat it at all.

I wanted to cover a lot in just a few minutes.

That’s why I hope you took notes.

They can come in handy later.

They’ll help you put your plans in place.

But if you didn’t take notes, don’t worry.

I’ve got you covered!

Getting Started with the Checklist

Just CLICK HERE to get your free copy of the Astro-Trader’s Checklist.

In it you’ll find all the key points from the video.

Take a few minutes and review your progress with the checklist.

Then see if you’re lacking in any of the four key areas it covers.

If so, add them to your action plan.

You’ll find that getting started is easier than you think!

Losing Mom Unexpectedly

My Mom died last Sunday.

Margaret Bost Photo
Margaret Martha Vedder Bost
Oct. 26, 1924 – Jan. 8, 2017

Margaret Vedder Bost, my Mom, was 92 years old, and had had a rich and deeply rewarding life, so her passing wasn’t entirely unexpected.

Reading her obituary, I’m struck by the scope of her accomplishments – after all, she was mainly just Mom to me.

Even so, I have to admit that I’m really still in shock.

A Christmas Visit

My Mom and Dad have shared an apartment in a North Carolina assisted living facility for some time now, and in recent months my Dad’s physical health concerns have seemed much more serious than my Mom’s.

But when I arrived at their apartment for a visit on the afternoon of Christmas Day, it was my Mom who was suffering.

She complained that she’d had a bad cold for four or five days, and couldn’t seem to shake it.

During my visit I suggested that we would get her to a doctor if her condition hadn’t improved by the following morning. That seemed to reassure her.

Then I went to spend the evening at my sister’s house, about 20 minutes away.

Emergency Room

At breakfast the next day, my sister got a call from the assisted living facility.

My Mom’s oxygen levels had been dropping precipitously. They had taken her to the emergency room at a nearby hospital.

We went right over.

The rest of the day was full of tests, consultations with physicians, and the complications of getting her admitted and situated in a hospital room.

She was having difficulty breathing, so was getting some assistance from respiratory care, but the real challenges were congestive heart failure and a nearly total loss of kidney function.

The End

I stayed in town a couple of extra days, so I could get to the hospital for multiple visits.

My Mom’s condition seemed to be stabilizing a bit, and there was talk of ongoing care strategies. So I felt a reduced sense of urgency and left town. I returned home to Florida a few days later.

But not long after I got back home, Mom was moved to a hospice facility for end-of-life care. She died there in the early morning hours on Sunday, January 8, just a little over seven months shy of her 70th wedding anniversary.

Remembering Mom

Patty and I returned to North Carolina to participate in a memorial service for her on Saturday.

It was truly a wonderful time, quite comforting and uplifting. My childhood friend Dick Fritz, who is now the pastor at the Lutheran church Mom and Dad attended, officiated at the service. He added a personal, loving touch. And it was heartwarming to embrace cousins, children, nieces and nephews who had traveled great distances to join us for the event.

But as always with the passing of a loved one, there are so many things left unsaid. And there are so many memories that reappear unexpectedly.

The Mystery of Time

Like the conversation I had with my Mom when I was about 5 years old. I asked her when I was born.

“You were born at exactly 1:23 a.m.,” she replied. “I remember it exactly, because the time was one-two-three!”

The wonder of having an exact birth time. It was, no doubt, my earliest inspiration for becoming an astrologer!

But death, like birth, perpetually reminds us of just how precious and mysterious time really is.

As Aldous Huxley said, “There seems to be plenty of it.”

But when someone leaves us, the opposite seems to be the case.

Maybe my Dad, who’s 91 now, said it best the day before my Mom died. The assisted living staff had taken him to the hospice for a good-bye visit with my Mom, whom he had married in 1947.

One of the staff members asked him, “How long have you and your wife been married?”

“Not nearly long enough,” he said.