George Bush

[Jim Eshelman]

Former U.S. President George H. W. Bush was born June 12, 1924, in Milton, MA. There is some ambiguity in birth time because several astrologers have gotten letters from the George Bush Presidential Library that he was born between 10 and 11 AM. However, my old friend and publisher Bob Jansky got a letter from (then) Vice President Bush directly giving 11:45 AM, which I have taken as A data.

We can now test it. He died a remarkably peaceful, easy death, with words of love as his last words and surrounded by family and close friends, November 30, 2018, 10:10 PM, Houston, TX. We should be able to see signs of all this in his final charts, using 11:45 AM as the base test.

TRANSITS
A striking set of appropriate planets converged on the 11:45 AM angles as he passed. Transiting Neptune was 1°13' (suggesting a birth time slightly later, or just that his long-term fading was from a transit that had finished) and transiting Sun on his IC 0°55' and Mars sq. his MC 0°36' (suggesting it might be just about right). Other transits set the pattern this kicked off:

t Pluto op. r Venus 0°53'
t Pluto sq. r Moon 0°24'
t Mercury op. r Mercury 0°26'

SSR
His final SSR was a jumble of various factors, including his natal Sun, Jupiter, and Uranus various distances from angles, Neptune closest (WP), and a partile New Moon - last degree before the conjunction - marking a substantial shift characterized as the closing of a major cycle.

One fascinating transit set: SSR Venus 4°49' Cancer was squared by the opposition of t Uranus 4°09' Aries and t Venus 4°12' Libra.

SLR
His final SLR November 6 is marked most by transiting Sun on MC and a Venus-Uranus opposition square Ascendant but atop natal Saturn:

2°09' Lib - r Saturn
2°33' Lib - SLR Venus
3°39' Cap - SLR Asc
3°49' Cap - Venus/Uranus
5°03' Ari - SLR Uranus

Demi-SLR
His Demi-SLR November 19 put the same Venus-Uranus opposition along the meridian, with Moon square Pluto 0°07'. (Natal Saturn is partile conjunct IC ecliptically; I haven't checked it mundanely).

Ennead
His November 24 Ennead had Mars 1°00' from MC, Moon 4° below Asc mundane square a foreground stationary Neptune, Mercury square MC (and Mars). His Sun rises, widely conjoined by Moon.

SNQ
Progressed Moon squared Pluto partile (it would have been in orb for any of the birth times suggested in the 2-hour period). Progressed Sun squared natal Sun. Progressed Mars had returned to natal Mars 0°12'. Nothing fell on angles.

Transiting Moon at his last breath conjoined natal Sun 0°35' separating.

SQ
SQ Ascendant almost in partile conjunction with natal Mars.

PSSR
(I've estimated this and used mean rate. It should be calculated more exactly, and compared to apparent rate.) If angles were about 2° later, it would put natal Venus and Saturn both exactly angular - Saturn on Dsc for death, Venus on IC for family. If it were a degree or so later than that, it could keep those while putting natal Venus-Uranus across horizon and transiting Pluto on MC (square his Moon). A good approximate showing, but nothing close (as currently calculated).

[Jim Eshelman]

I'm sold. Here is the birth chart (based on data he sent directly to Bob Jansky) of George Herbert Walker Bush, Congressman, RNC Chairman, Ambassador to China, CIA Director, Vice President, and President of the United States.

[Jim Eshelman]

I just read George W. Bush's eulogy of his father. Like all such speeches, it plays to one side and, therefore, is incomplete; nonetheless, I was struck with how many dozens of Taurus characteristics it included!

Distinguished guests, including our presidents and first ladies, government officials, foreign dignitaries and friends, Jeb, Neil, Marvin, Doro and I and our families thank you all for being here.

I once heard it said of man that the idea is to die young, as late as possible.

At age 85, a favorite pastime of George H.W. Bush was firing up his boat, the Fidelity, and opening up the three 300-horsepower engines to fly – joyfully fly – across the Atlantic with the Secret Service boats straining to keep up.

At age 90, George H.W. Bush parachuted out of an aircraft and landed on the grounds of St. Ann’s by the Sea in Kennebunkport, Maine, the church where his mom was married and where he worshiped often.

Mother liked to say he chose the location just in case the chute didn’t open.

In his 90s, he took great delight when his closest pal, James A. Baker, smuggled a bottle of Grey Goose vodka into his hospital room. Apparently, it paired well with the steak Baker had delivered from Morton’s.

To his very last days, Dad’s life was instructive.

As he aged, he taught us how to grow with dignity, humor and kindness, and when the good Lord finally called, how to meet him with courage and with the joy of the promise of what lies ahead.

One reason Dad knew how to die young is that he almost did it, twice. When he was a teenager, a staph infection nearly took his life. A few years later, he was alone in the Pacific on a life raft, praying that his rescuers would find him before the enemy did.

God answered those prayers. It turned out he had other plans for George H.W. Bush.

For Dad’s part, I think those brushes with death made him cherish the gift of life, and he vowed to live every day to the fullest.

Dad was always busy, a man in constant motion, but never too busy to share his love of life with those around him.

He taught us to love the outdoors. He loved watching dogs flush a covey. He loved landing the illusive striper. And once confined to a wheelchair, he seemed happiest sitting in his favorite perch on the back porch at Walker’s Point, contemplating the majesty of the Atlantic.

The horizons he saw were bright and hopeful. He was a genuinely optimistic man, and that optimism guided his children and made each of us believe that anything was possible.

He continually broadened his horizons with daring decisions.

He was a patriot. After high school, he put college on hold and became a Navy fighter pilot as World War II broke out.

Like many of his generation, he never talked about his service until his time as a public figure forced his hand. We learned of the attack on Chichi Jima, the mission completed, the shoot-down. We learned of the death of his crew mates, whom he thought about throughout his entire life. And we learned of the rescue.

And then another audacious decision: He moved his young family from the comforts of the East Coast to Odessa, Texas.

He and Mom adjusted to their arid surroundings quickly. He was a tolerant man. After all, he was kind and neighborly to the women with whom he, Mom and I shared a bathroom in our small duplex, even after he learned their profession: ladies of the night.

Dad could relate to people from all walks of life. He was an empathetic man. He valued character over pedigree. And he was no cynic. He looked for the good in each person and he usually found it.

Dad taught us that public service is noble and necessary, that one can serve with integrity and hold true to the important values like faith and family.
He strongly believed that it was important to give back to the community and country in which one lived. He recognized that serving others enriched the giver’s soul. To us, his was the brightest of the thousand points of light.

In victory, he shared credit. When he lost, he shouldered the blame. He accepted that failure is a part of living a full life, but taught us never to be defined by failure. He showed us how setbacks can strengthen.

None of his disappointments could compare with one of life’s greatest tragedies, the loss of a young child. Jeb and I were too young to remember the pain and agony he and Mom felt when our 3-year-old sister died. We only learned later that Dad, a man of quiet faith, prayed for her daily. He was sustained by the love of the Almighty, and the real and enduring love of our mom. Dad always believed that one day he would hug his precious Robin again.

He loved to laugh, especially at himself. He could tease and needle, but never out of malice.

He placed great value on a good joke. That’s why he chose Simpson to speak.

On e-mail, he had a circle of friends with whom he shared or received the latest jokes. His grading system for the quality of the joke was classic George Bush: The rare sevens and eights were considered huge winners, most of them off-color.

George Bush knew how to be a true and loyal friend. He nurtured and honored many – his many friendships with a generous and giving soul.
There exists thousands of handwritten notes encouraging or sympathizing or thanking his friends and acquaintances. He had an enormous capacity to give of himself.

Many a person would tell you that Dad became a mentor and a father figure in their life. He listened and he consoled. He was their friend.
I think of Don Rhodes, Taylor Blanton, Jim Nance, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and perhaps the unlikeliest of all, the man who defeated him, Bill Clinton. My siblings and I refer to the guys in this group as brothers from other mothers.

He taught us that a day was not meant to be wasted. He played golf at a legendary pace. I always wondered why he insisted on speed golf. He was a good golfer. Well, here’s my conclusion: He played fast, so that he could move on to the next event, to enjoy the rest of the day, to expend his enormous energy, to live it all.

He was born with just two settings: full throttle, then sleep.

He taught us what it means to be a wonderful father, grandfather and great grandfather. He was firm in his principles, and supportive as we began to seek our own ways. He encouraged and comforted, but never steered.

We tested his patience. I know I did.

But he always responded with the great gift of unconditional love.

Last Friday, when I was told he had minutes to live, I called him. The guy who answered the phone said, “He – I think he can hear you, but he hasn’t said anything for most of the day.” I said, “Dad, I love you, and you’ve been a wonderful father.” And the last words he would ever say on earth were, “I love you, too.”

To us, he was close to perfect. But not totally perfect. His short game was lousy.

He wasn’t exactly Fred Astaire on the dance floor.

The man couldn’t stomach vegetables, especially broccoli.

And by the way, he passed these genetic defects along to us.

Finally, every day of his 73 years of marriage, Dad taught us all what it means to be a great husband. He married his sweetheart. He adored her. He laughed and cried with her. He was dedicated to her, totally.

In his old age, Dad enjoyed watching police show reruns, the volume on high.

All the while, holding Mom’s hand. After Mom died, Dad was strong, but all he really wanted to do was hold Mom’s hand again.

Of course, Dad taught me another special lesson. He showed me what it means to be a president who serves with integrity, leads with courage and acts with love in his heart for the citizens of our country.

When the history books are written, they will say that George H.W. Bush was a great president of the United States, a diplomat of unmatched skill, a commander-in-chief of formidable accomplishment, and a gentleman who executed the duties of his office with dignity and honor.

In his inaugural address, the 41st president of the United States said this, “We cannot hope only to leave our children a bigger car, a bigger bank account. We must hope to give them a sense of what it means to be a loyal friend, a loving parent, a citizen who leaves his home, his neighborhood and town better than he found it.

“What do we want the men and women who work with us to say when we are no longer there? That we were more driven to succeed than anyone around us, or that we stopped to ask if a sick child had gotten better, and stayed a moment, there, to trade a word of friendship.”

Well, Dad, we’re going to remember you for exactly that and much more. And we’re going to miss you. Your decency, sincerity and kind soul will stay with us forever.

So through our tears, let us know the blessings of knowing and loving you, a great and noble man, the best father a son or daughter could ask. And in our grief, let us smile, knowing that Dad is hugging Robin and holding Mom’s hand again.