So, you want to know about my little dive into the world of Patrick Arundell’s horoscopes, eh? Alright, pull up a chair. It wasn’t some grand spiritual quest, mind you. More like, I was seeing all sorts of folks talking about their star signs and what the planets were doing, and I figured, why not? What’s the harm in peeking?
I started by just Googling his name. Popped right up, his website. Looked pretty professional, I guess. So, first thing, like everyone else, I hunted down my own sign. Then my partner’s. Then my mum’s. You know how it goes. You start looking for validation, or maybe just some entertainment. I wasn’t expecting my life to change, but I was curious to see what his angle was. Some of these astrologers are all doom and gloom, others are so fluffy you feel like you’re drowning in candy floss.
So, I began reading them pretty regularly. Mostly the daily ones, sometimes the weekly if I remembered on a Sunday. And I gotta say, some of it was surprisingly… specific? Not just your typical “you will have a day today” kind of stuff. There were moments, genuinely, where a line would jump out and I’d think, “Huh, that’s oddly relevant to what I was just stressing about.” It’s a weird feeling, like someone’s been listening to your thoughts.
But then, let’s be real. For every one of those “aha!” moments, there were probably ten where it was just… words. Vague advice, things that could apply to anyone, anywhere. “You might feel a bit tired today.” Well, yeah, who doesn’t? Or “An opportunity could arise.” Could. Might. Maybe. It’s all very non-committal, isn’t it? You could drive a truck through the loopholes in some of those predictions.
I kept at it for a good few months, though. It became a bit of a morning ritual, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling through what Patrick had to say. Sometimes it was a nice little pick-me-up, other times it made me roll my eyes. The thing with these horoscope things, Arundell’s or anyone else’s, is that they’re designed to be relatable. They have to be, otherwise, no one would read them. It’s a bit of a trick, really. You read something general, and your brain automatically tries to make it fit your specific situation. Classic confirmation bias, I suppose.
What I did find interesting was trying to see if there was a consistent “voice” or theme in his writing. And yeah, there sort of was. It wasn’t overly dramatic, usually quite measured. He’d throw in bits about planetary movements, which, to be honest, went right over my head. Mercury in retrograde this, Venus doing a dance with Mars that. Sounds impressive, but what does it actually mean for whether I’ll find a parking spot today? Not much, usually.
Eventually, like most habits that aren’t strictly necessary, it just sort of fizzled out. I’d forget to check for a day, then a few days, then a week. And guess what? My life didn’t fall apart. The world kept turning. No major disasters befell me because I missed Patrick Arundell’s cosmic insights. It was a bit of a phase, I reckon. A harmless distraction. I wouldn’t tell anyone not to read them if they get some comfort or fun out of it. But as for me, I’m kind of done with that chapter. My own intuition, flawed as it is, seems to be doing an okay job guiding me. Or at least, it’s free.