Mars in Tijuana
By Neville Magee © Catalyst Healing 2003-2011
When I visited Mexico in the late nineties I was un-aware of where my planetary lines fell around the world. My friend and I where about to cross a main street in Tijuana called Avenida Del Revolucion, we where standing at the kerb waiting for the traffic lights to change and just as we where about to step of the kerb a car sped by at high speed only a foot or so from where we where standing, the passenger had his arm out of the window and in his hand he held a gun. The hand which held the gun passed only a few inches from my chest, and whilst I didn't feel I was in any danger of being shot,( as it became obvious that the car was chasing another car) had the gun made contact with my chest at high speed it could have done some nasty damage. I suppose some would argue that the event had also happened to my friend who doesn't have her Mars line running through Tijuana, however I don't agree as she was not even aware of the man with the gun so to that end I saw the event as being important just to me. There where also a few other Martial happenings in Tijuana. As I walked around the city I was hailed by locals with the words "Hey G. I." they seemed to think I was an American soldier because of my very short hair. Finally I had an altercation with an American border guard when we where leaving the city to return to L. A. I had neglected to bring the little white card I was given at L.A.X. when I entered the U.S. as I didn't realise that I would need it to cross back into the U.S. I assumed that my passport(which I had brought) with the multiple indefinite visa stamped all over it would be all that was needed, I was wrong. Poor Heidi was now faced with a 250 mile round trip just to pick up the little piece of card and bring it back to Tijuana and then another 125 mile trip back home to L. A. with the both of us. So I argued and argued and finally managed to convince the border guard that I was legit and not a Mexican posing as an Irishman, and given that I have blonde hair and green eyes that shouldn't have been too difficult. Finally he agreed to let me through telling me not to be so careless in the future and we made our way back safely to L. A. It was some year's later when I was able to look at my local space chart and how it related to the west coast that I discovered that my local space Mars runs close to Tijuana(see map below)so in retrospect perhaps I got of lightly, which is more than the Argentinean's did when they tangled with "The Iron Lady" in my next example.