Aquarius 12° (January 31)
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 1526-1530. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.
bits I’m not using today here and call it a day:
A benchmark of our philosophy and work, and what has registered most poignantly with our readers is that: the various archetypes that we’ve come to personify as mythical deities, spiritual and literary characters also live in us. Or rather, we are living personifications of them. Each sign has main and ancillary archetypes—male, female and transgender energies cum characters—native to it. And we, the people, born under the various sun-signs are suffused with these spirits, these thought-forms, these energies, these deities, endemic to our star signs. We are, indeed, endowed with their specific brands of godhead, what we have referred to, herein, as “super powers”, particular to each of the gender-signs. The mythic stories of these beings are metaphor for our human conditions and life paths, the hero’s journey, if you will. The Leo man hero is not the Virgo man hero nor the Virgo woman hero, for that matter. In some cases, one sign’s hero skill-set is another sign’s shadow-side manifestation, a challenge to be overcome.
In addition, and directly related, to these powerful archetypes are the innumerable other astrological assignations specific to each signfor instance: the specific combination of a sign element (fire, earth, air or water) and quality (cardinal, fixed or mutable), the fourelements times three qualities forming the element-quality mixes unique to each sign. There is a vast wealth of knowledge to glean from that combination alone and, knowledge being what it is, this too becomes a source of personal power, motivation and direction for the reader. Other factors that provide us great insight into the personalities are the sign’s planetary ruler, the sign number, the astrological house—it alone has a laundry list of attributes—the sign’s graphic glyph, the seven-year age span associated with the sign, the sign’s and planet’s rulership of organic and inorganic objects and entities—the list of attendant attributes is probably endless, and we will pick and choose appropriately in support of both our treatise and the reader’s understanding, absorption and progressive transformation. We will thereby help and guide the reader in a healthful process of personal evolution comprised of and/or mirrored in an increase of self-acceptance, easeful relationships, social productivity, creative passion, personal value (and wealth), psychological understanding, emotional connectivity, hunger for knowledge, ownership of authority, compassion and love. We spotlight and explore the individual’s gifts and assets as well as their traps and challenges, providing specific direction for accentuating the former and negotiating the latter so that the momentum of one’s experience can be optimized, obstacles discarded, distractions and detractors silenced, and destiny callings made clearly perceptible.
In our view, much of why any of us feel the way we do—experiencing our own individual brands of existential angst or exaltation, and our own swing between them—is arguably due to our sun-sign placement and the archetype we personify at our core. Our view of life, our goals, our relationship to the world, to nature, to society-at-large and the world of ideas, to our own thoughts and experiences, and to other people, emotionally, is not as much colored by our astrological assignation as it is the color by which our life is coded. And while we’re on the subject of colors: Each sign is actually associated with not just one but a set of colors, a seemingly trivial fact, like a sign’s correspondent birth stone or precious metal, something people generally know, with the seeming importance ending there. It doesn’t. For it is the relevant vibration of colors and of those buzzy minerals that the zodiac is really pointing to with these particular points of fact per sign. And it’s true with most if not all astrological assignations; they go deeper than face value, and we’ve done the digging. What we’ve come up with is the belief that the breadth of ones feelings and behaviors are in large part, if not entirely, determined by the estate of one’s star sign. Someone might raise their hand here and say, well, what about conditioning, the early-childhood variety or the ongoing form. To that we counter thusly: We don’t know why it is true—and we can never explain it—but from our experience, both nature and nurture seem to be encoded in ones astrology—in our sessions with private clients we can perceive and pinpoint with accuracy, down to the year, the occurrence of a pivotal event which caused a trauma or a rupture or an emotional hit of some kind for the individual. Likewise, in more general terms, we can survey the kinds of emotional and psychological trials, tribulations and, yes triumphs, that an individual of a certain sex/gender-sign is likely to encounter, with certain specificity. We spoke of flowers before, now we’ll talk of trees: Every plant, really, is governed by a particular sign and they share qualities and purposes with people born under it, offering insight into our temperament and actions, not to mention directions for the pruning of our experience to foster the most growth. (Expect a sidebar on this theme in this section.) We are all natural things. Supernatural, perhaps.
Sounds about right…..Anyway here is more of what I didn’t use in my proposal:
In our philosophy, true desire and divine callings are two parts of a whole seeking connection. The former resides within us and the latter comes from the universe. We like to say that our desires are a bit of real estate the universe owns inside us. Desire and destiny-callings do seem to share the same quality of urging us in a direction that isn’t necessarily of our conscious choosing. It is said that many are called but few answer; and why is that? Because it’s daunting—even though that call is only ever coming from inside the house, mostly deep within our subconscious, a word often paired with desire. It’s as if that bit of real-estate starts blinking or glowing—like E.T.’s heart light—drawing us “home” to fulfill said calling. Swallowing our true desires only increases their pressure on us, which can be intense. And yet, to spout another cliché, most of us lead a life of quiet desperation. Which is just a poetic way of saying not going for the gold, the brass ring, or whatever you want to call what it is you wanted—your true purpose—before life got in the way. I didn’t choose that longing, that desire, after all, one tries to convince oneself, never truly succeeding. It’s just ego. Is it? We think it’s rather more egotistical to go against the grain of that desire cum destiny, we maintain has been divinely seeded in you. But hey, who are we? We’re Starsky + Cox that’s who and we’re here to tell you George Eliot was right in saying—yes, another platitude—”it’s never too late to become what you might have been.” And, truth be told, more than anything, our work with private clients is hinged on setting people on the path of true desire toward fulfillment of that destined purpose; and together we have found that even progressing just a little ways up that path is more rewarding than the slam-dunk achievement of goals and awards that appear monumental on the outside, but hold no real value for us, inside. Spirituality is, by definition: the quality of being concerned with the human spirit. And though we are humanistic astrologers, those who deal in the development of the individual, right here on terra firma; we nonetheless embrace a transpersonal approach that includes fostering the individual’s relationship to (their own) divinity. In so doing, it is key to help our clients and our readers mete out what are their true desires from the endless yearnings of their body and our overactive, conditioned, brainwashed minds. In addition to astrology, this is where sex comes in.
The one thing about all of us that tends to be pure in its expression is that which turns us on sexually, whether or not we reveal that fully, or in part, to others. And, just like those destiny callings we are wont to ignore, many people try to put down certain sexual desires which they feel might bring them shame, embarrasment, isolation, ostricization or loss. They suppress, they repress. Compounded pressure: To the human subconscious a stifled desire is a stifled desire—it doesn’t distinguish between the repression of a sexual longing or a “spiritual” one—we use quotation marks here to underscore the fact that a true desire or purpose or destiny calling is that quality within us concerned with our spirit or, by another term, our soul. There we said it: Soul. Soul, soul, soul. It sounds so religious a thing when, really, it’s just a little word to name the boundless, non-material, wholly energetic (therefore immune to creation or destruction), eternal aspect of our being. And okay, we admit it: we’re also esoteric astrologers, those concerned with the evolution of the soul over lifetimes; but if we led with that you mightn’t have read this far. In truth, we never put too fine a point on this in our private practice, let alone in our books. It’s a backdrop belief—reincarnation—still any formally trained astrologer worth their salt would have learned to read people’s charts from this esoteric, soul perspective. Which can be mind blowing. But we were talking about sex; we tend to conflate it with spirituality…
Actually took the bus right across the way to Provincetown to catch the ferry. It was late arriving but we got to the ferry in plenty of time. It was tolerable but I wouldn’t choose it as a favored mode of transport to be honest. I’m just about at the point where I will be able to focus on nothing else but the sample copy and the promotion of the festival and its fundraising. Things are definitely in a different position than they have been in the past but then again the whole world has gone crazy. I don’t think we would have ever imagined just how unhinged one fucked up president could make us all feel, that being the operative word. He is a Gemini in the worst imaginable form but all the adjectives used to describe him, and some of the verbs, too, are downright eery in their archetypal assignation. And it will feel good to escape a certain reality for awhile; there is some kind of marker about going away on significant trips. I will miss the Cape for sure all the while and I took a photo from our last beach walk to keep my mind sorted. Anyway the ferry was fine, the water calm as can be, but then we were rattled upon arrival.
It was very clear that she needed a “real taxi” so when we were approached and the beginning of the pier by a guy asking if we wanted one she very specifically asked are you a real taxi. His car did have writing on it and the whole taxi look but the authenticity would end there. Just about a block into the journey he started pushing the buttons on his meter saying that it wasn’t working and what did we want to do about it. I said we would give him ten bucks or something regardless as we were not prepared to get out of the taxi just on the onramp to 93, which was obviously the desired response. However he said it would be more like twenty. We just sort of said whatever and then he began huffing and puffing (at the traffic not at us) and cutting in and out of the crowded lanes and honking and we were like cool it right now. We managed to get to the hotel in one piece and then offered him twenty dollars. He held the bill in his hand while staring at us manaically as if to say it was not only not enough but that he was either on drugs or not right in the head. Unfortunately our usual bulldog of a doorman, Manny, was not there to play interference, but he started sort of threatening us and staring into S.’s wallet and it was seriously weird and uncomfortable. I should point out that at this point S. made it clear that he had no cab medallion, an accusation that he couldn’t defend. And in fact we were in a serious scam situation and really had been in some danger me thinks.
He continued to hold the bill out in front of us as if to say this is not enough when I lost it a little and just said okay you don’t want it? And I took the bill back. We then took a few photos of his car and his license plate and he was suddenly holding his hands up as if to say “you got me” and got back in his car but didn’t really leave. We then called the police but that was just a round about of leaving messages. Oh first S. called the taxi number on his car but that was just as scammy as the driver. Anyway it was not a big deal in the end but we were pretty shaken by the erratic driving mainly and the fact we felt unsafe. S. had to go off to an appointment and the room wasn’t ready so I headed to one of my favorite places just a block away the Cornish Pasty and had a nice chat with the boys there while they tried to fix the keg for half an hour to give me a draft beer that wasn’t totally flat like the first try. I got into a nice conversation with a fellow I hadn’t seen there before called Brandon who turned out to be (one of?) the owner. We talked about Michael Pollen and certain new breakthroughs and discoveries in psychology of which he was a student getting some kind of higher degree.
One thing he said was that it was discovered that birds’ brains are packed with neurons. Of course this immediately triggered a Gemini connection in that birds are archeypal of the sign and also the sign rules those firing neurons. Once again illustrating how the ancient Zodiac seems to know things in advance of scientific discoveries made millennia later. It was a fascinating chat all in all and he was talking about meeting this psychologist on the beach while collecting rocks and she was a specialist in rapid eye therapy. Anyway something about hearing that made me want to reach out and try and get some therapy on that score. I think because I’ve become something of a nervous driver (since the accident) I might benefit from something that treats post traumatic symptoms in this way. Anyway it was the first thing I’d heard of this sort that rung a bell. So the room was ready and I headed back and did a little bit of work and went for a walk in the air conditioned mall and strolled all the way to the Marriot and then back to Select to meet S. There was a couple waiting for the place to open as I was and we ended up chatting the three and then four of us. They are called Maria and Paul and we are definitely going to see them again. Maria has already texted S.
Back to the hotel I took a very quick nap and then we went down to have dinner with N. and G. I don’t know if it was the beer or the nap or a combination of both but I was in an “on” mood entertaining the troops (or hijacking the conversation depending on how you look at it). In any case it was a jolly evening for me and the food (at Uni) is bloody delicious and N. and G. really liked it and they got to meet our friends at the Eliot who take such good care of us and it was a lot of fun. And I was asleep early. I have been sleeping a lot lately. From the moment I got on the ferry actually I realized how tired I’ve been. I do tend to overwork this time of year but especially this season for some reason the hill feels more uphill and I do have this proposal and sample chapter weighing on me a bit as I try to keep the festival afloat and not have to sink all my own money into it while having written next year’s books and launched the tee-shirts with Tim and getting the new product, and all the spokes of doing so, into place. It is a lot.
S. went out on some appointments this morning and I stayed in the room. I didn’t even want a coffee. And then the absurd happened in that I fell back to sleep and she was knocking at 11am to get back into the room and I didn’t even hear her. So she had to go back down and get a key. Like I have some kind of sleeping sickness. Anyway we got packed up, checked out and left the bags, did a little shopping and decidedto have a proper lunch at La Loile, inside in the air conditioning. The French waiter asked if we were frenched which is always a compliment to our accents. I have a pretty lousy vocabulary but I can surely fake a good accent. S. had a salad of course and I got the moules frites and a small salad and we had a lovely bottle of red Sancerre slightly chilled topped off by a little cheese course.
Back at the hotel, bid everyone farewell, ordered a car and this lovely Ethiopian man picked us up. He told us the story of his coming to American, how he had two sons, one of whom had autism—he showed us a picture of him on his phone and he was an absolutely enormous ten year old. Anyway it was such a nice journey to Logan when it could have been the opposite. We tipped him twenty on top and projected our best intentions toward him. Check in was quick and easy but even so there was a moment where I’m in the little scanning tube with my hands over my head and the TSA agent has the nerve to bark at me: “pull your pants up.” I kept from splitting him a new infinitive. We beelined to the lounge which was very large and pretty stuffy. I didn’t even look at the buffet but people were stuffing there faces right and left. They had Coppola wine which wasn’t terrible and it paired nicely with the gummies I’d manage to sneak through.
Got on the plane had a single glass of champagne ordered dinner then never even ate it. I vaguely remember seeing a plate with salmon on it which they took away. I feel asleep and stayed asleep the entire time but for half-sleeping through about ninety minutes of turbulence in the middle. I just lay there flat on the bed bouncing away. I never even put on my blanket; nothing. I have never in my life been so completely out of it on a plane. I typically at least take advantage of the amenities in biz class and attempt to watch a film. None of that happened. (I am aware I am recounting pretty boring stuff here but I can’t really explore the world of ideas while traveling—I probably won’t be able to speak beyond the quotidien blow by blows until I’m settled in, if not in England, then next week once I reach the boat. But I will do my level best to acclimte as soon as possible.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.
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