If you stop to think about the function of astrology in the royal courts of China and the Near East, it was not only to set various ritual and civic calendars, but to provide insights -or forecasts- about upcoming shifts or movements that were too large or uncaring for humans to be able to control or influence.
This maybe why I have spent the years since the last financial crisis so interested in capital flows and intermarket analysis. The movement or asset allocation of pension funds or sovereign wealth funds transforms lives on a microcosmic scale overnight, which is how you end up paying so much for fruit salad. A forecast is not preventative, however. We feel these impacts, just as we feel the impact of a collapsing biosphere or an increase in military spending.
Yesterday morning I called my mother the psychonaut. Their power was already out, she was on the last of her phone battery and part of the neighbour's roof was in her yard. She was surprisingly sanguine about the whole thing. "I'm cooking dinner on a camp oven. We're having spaghetti bolognese." I feel like there are potentially simpler dishes two retirees could prepare in the dark, in the middle of a super-storm, but maybe that is just me being lazy. Also I have no idea what she is doing with a camp oven. This woman thinks three stars and under is camping.
And what a storm it is. Every so often my home town gets hit with weather that crashes oil tankers into some of their more popular beaches. (In fact, here is MMTP displaying flagrant disregard for the previous superstorm.)
I call again this morning. They still do not have power. They're at my little brother's house -the one who got married in what is now a natural disaster area- for showering, electric light and phone charging.
Anyway... men plan, God laughs. Be sure you don't overestimate your agency in the world or think you have the solve to anything even slightly complex. Because when it comes to schooling you in humility, the planet is not fucking around.