Sometimes I think about the story of Odysseus and his men sailing past the Sirens.  Do you know the song those girls on the rocks were singing?  “You’re the Only One Who Can Save Me…”

It was dangerous then, and it’s dangerous now—as well as being completely false.

Everybody falls for that particular line at some point, because everyone—including me—wants to be necessary.  We endure being needed occasionally, because it supports the illusion of being essential at all times—which we are not.  Oxygen is necessary; water is necessary; we are—well, we are human beings, with moods and megrims and habits and preferences, and we are NOT constant: we change all the time. 

It would be completely untenable—not to say inconvenient—to be someone else’s life support.  Yet we encourage the notion, because it gives us the comforting idea that others won’t leave us, because we are indispensable—until WE want to be un-enmeshed, at which point we feel WE should get to make that choice.  If we have allowed others to depend on us, this could get ugly.

We need to resist that temptation.

Astrologers ESPECIALLY need to resist the temptation to create dependency.  We need to put our egos aside and encourage our peeps to find their own balance, clues to which invariably lie within the birth chart.  Sure, we can cheer them on, warn them of pitfalls, and remind them of their strengths and their goodness; but we need to remember that they can and SHOULD make decisions for themselves.

The job of an astrologer—like that of a doctor, a teacher, or a social worker—is to become UN-necessary.