Dear Reader,

Lately I was thinking about independent events that happen simultaneously and the connecting thread that may oddly join them together. I will tell you a little story about two completely separate events that occurred at the same time in my life that triggered this meditation, and the wisdom the universe taught me.

First, I should give you a little background. As you might know, on April 20, I broke my left leg, the tibia (or shin bone). The break was underneath the knee cap. (I wrote about this in my June Letter, but you may not have seen it.)

This happened in a remote area in Simi Valley about 75 miles outside of LA. I had called an Uber after going to dinner to go back to a ranch where I was speaking at a retreat. The driver parked for a minute, and as I moved toward the handle, he unexpectedly moved the car forward about 12 inches. I fell backwards onto the concrete, smashing my left leg on the concrete and wounding my tail bone. It was an accident, and it was nobody’s fault.

I have an excessive bleeding condition in my left leg that I was born with, and I cannot be operated on, as it is too dangerous. That condition also affected the bone—I was born with no marrow in that leg, the reason I have broken it five times. The last time I broke this leg, my doctor in New York (where I live) operated, but the surgery was very complex and hazardous. It is a miracle I made it—the doctor told me we must never go into that leg again. I always feel in danger, for the bone is as fragile as a little egg. I have broken that leg five times.

So that you understand my mystical experiences, I have to give you a bit of detail, but I hope you will stay with me. Later I will something special about your July forecast and a note about my research that you may be helping me with.

As a child I would spend eight weeks at a time bedridden, not moving an inch. Once a year my left leg would spontaneously start to hurt with excruciating pain with no warning, and no one could diagnose what was happening. I would be in agony for the entire eight weeks I was in bed.

Doctors did not believe me, not until I spent a year in the hospital at age 14 when the chief of staff and president of the hospital, a famous surgeon, operated on me. I had been bleeding internally—that’s what caused the pain. The results were as good as could be expected, but proved terribly complicated. I had to be paralyzed below the knee to prevent me from bleeding out. During the next three years, I worked on getting that left leg working again through physical therapy, which was quite successful. It is an extremely rare condition that is mentioned in only one medical book.

I never “attended” high school. Instead, I did home school for three years, taking my Regents exams and SATs with a Board of Education monitor. After that big surgery no doctor made fun of me again, or accused me of making things up. I realize that too many patients never get the vindication and validation that I did.

Now I am getting to the simultaneous event that happened that struck me so deeply last month. My cousin Maria, who lives in San Francisco, was with me at the time I broke my leg. Thank goodness for her—she was an angel. I don’t get to see Maria more than two or three times a year because we are on opposite coasts, but we always enjoy the time we have together.

After the hospital put a brace on my leg, she accompanied me to the airport (LAX) and checked my luggage through to JFK in New York City. I asked a friend to meet at the other end. Maria said she wasn’t going back to San Francisco right away, but instead was stopping by Portland, Oregon, for a few days to visit a good friend named Joyce. Maria hadn’t seen her friend in a while. They used to travel together and always had fun.

However, about 15 years ago Joyce was in a terrible auto accident and was paralyzed from the chest down. She could use her fingers, and could talk, but walking was out of the question. On the plane back to New York I kept thinking about Maria’s trip to see her friend, and inside, I knew that somehow I was supposed to hear about this. Normally, Maria doesn’t tell me about all her travels, so there was a good chance that had she not been with me, I would never have heard about Joyce.

When Maria visited Joyce in the home facility, Joyce said no one came to see her anymore. Her husband had passed away, and they had no children. Her twin sister says she is too busy to come, so no one visits Joyce, not on Christmas or even on her birthday.

When Maria told me this, I started to cry. This was too horrible, and I could not stop thinking about Joyce’s situation. Everyone needs an advocate, and usually that role goes to a family member—but it doesn’t have to.

Joyce still had the use of her hands and fingers, so she used her iPhone. I didn’t know Joyce and never met her, but was determined to help her. Having been stuck in bed for so much of my life, I felt she desperately needed an iPad with a large screen. I asked my assistant to go to Apple and pick one out and to get a keyboard, along with a little protective pouch. My executive assistant, Valerie, wrapped the gift up with festive paper, bows, and ribbons, and sent it by FedEx to Joyce. The home she was in promised me they would set up her iPad when it arrived.

After she got it, I called Joyce and found her to be in amazing spirits. Now in her early 80s, I learned she is an Aries and has never lost any of her spunky energy. I am always amazed by the resilience of the human spirit, and I heard a vibrant person when I spoke to Joyce. I told her about her best qualities of being a fearless Aries, and she laughed and sounded as if she were 25 again. Her spark, her lilting joy, and spirit were clearly present and charming.

Putting the two juxtapositioned events tother—my broken leg and the story about Joyce from my cousin—I realized how lucky I was, and am. It will take about three months for Mother Nature to heal me (plus another three months of physical therapy), but I will eventually get well. Joyce will not. There were two events going on at the same time. I felt the universe was sending me this message for a reason and that I should do something for Joyce.

I told Joyce that Maria and I would be her new “family.”
We would check in regularly, and she should tell us if something wasn’t quite right—we would see about helping her. Maria is considering a trip back to Portland. I bought and already addressed a bunch of greeting cards to send Joyce every 10 days to let her know I’m here and care about her.

In your circle, dear reader, there’s a chance that someone close to you is also suffering, but they won’t let you know. They won’t want to disturb you, or they may feel they’ll sound like they’re complaining, By now life has pounded them down, and at times they may feel saying something often leads them nowhere, so they give up. If you could only help one person in your circle—and each of us does this—what a great world we would live in!

Something else happened just after I broke my leg. Maria had packed my clothes in a rush at the Ranch while I was in the hospital emergency area being checked (it took all day). She met me at the hotel that night when the ambulance arrived. She had arranged to have the room next door to mine. Back in Los Angeles (about 75 miles away from the accident in Simi Valley), Maria thought we should repack my things in a more organized way.

She noticed I had a lot of unsharpened pencils in one pocket of my suitcase and wondered why they were there? I laughed, and said I always carry them—they are for emergencies. When I lose the back to an earring, I use the eraser to be my new earring back.

Maria laughed too, but pointed out that there was something else in the pocket with those 12 pencils. She pulled it out, and it was a ring. I gasped! I was my mother’s ring that I assumed I lost in LA last December! I had looked high and low for it and had even checked that pocket of my suitcase and never saw it. My finger must have shrunk from being outside in the cold, and the ring must have fallen off while I was reaching for a pencil.

Maria found the ring the day after I broke my leg. Here was another separate event taking place at the same time as my injured leg. Was this coincidence? No, I said to myself. Again, I was seeing a connection.

 The ring was the only physical item I had from my mother,  “Little Mom.” She and I were so close—she taught me astrology, and I hear her voice in my head as I write your forecasts. She never bought jewelry for herself—my sister and I were the center of her world. Her ring, although not particularly valuable to the world, meant the world to me.

Again, putting two very separate events together in my mind, I felt my mother was sending me a message: “I am here, I know what happened, and everything is going to be all right.”

Do you put very different events together to find meaning? I do it all the time. To me, the universe is the great teacher. Do you have a story of two separate events that you deciphered as linked in a mystical way?

Now I want to talk about July. This is an unusual month. It has two lunations that may seem to emit weak, lackadaisical vibes—one is a full moon in Capricorn that already occurred June 29 (and will influence you until July 4). The other, a new moon in Cancer, will occur on July 14. Both are sleepy for various reasons. All the while, Mercury will be retrograde from June 29 to July 23, so it will be a slow month. You might say that doesn’t sound too bad!

By the time you get to the end of the month, you will see quite a joyous event, the Luckiest Day of the Year on July 29, when the mighty Sun will conjoin with Jupiter, the planet of good fortune, in the royal sign of Leo. In your report I give you examples of how best to use this special annual event, which will give you an idea of how Jupiter can help you while in Leo for nearly 13 months, from June 30, 2026, to July 25, 2027.

Jupiter has not been in Leo for 12 years, so the coming period will feel new. Jupiter last appeared in Leo from mid-2014 to mid-2015. If you say things were not spectacular back then, you may be right—other outer planets at the time were stealing Jupiter’s thunder. This time is different, and everyone will have a reason to cheer this new chapter that is starting up now. This is news you can use immediately.

Next month we have two eclipses due. The first one will arrive as a new moon solar eclipse on August 12 in Leo. The second one will arrive on August 27 as a full moon lunar eclipse in Pisces, the last Pisces eclipse in this Virgo-Pisces series (there’s one more eclipse in this series to fall in Virgo on February 20, 2027). Be sure to check out your forecast this month and next month!

Thank you for your heartfelt letters, and for sharing your stories on the topic of pain. We are printing them out and putting them all in a folder of mine to read. If you missed last month’s newsletter, I had mentioned I wanted to do a video series on all kinds of pain—physical pain, emotional pain, financial pain, pain from loss and the resulting grief, the pain of betrayal, the challenge of depression, and so forth. Pain is isolating and lonely, especially when others around you dismiss your pain or disbelieve it. I am working on this, dear reader.

I am still shaping my story for you.

Thank you for helping me in this process.

Sincerely,

Susan