Cancer 21° (July 11)

Arrived London early this morning and hopped the Heathrow Express for Paddington in a daze. It couldn’t have been easier. Our bags were like the first two off the carousel; and there was nothing to do but scan our passports ourselves. Never have I moved so quickly through and out of an airport. I hadn’t eaten any dinner on the plane and forgot to order breakfast last evening but I did manage to have a late breaking tomato and mozzarella toastie before we landed. We needed no landing cards which feels new. Anyway we got into a black cab at Paddington and headed for Myddelton Square. M. was still at home which was a lovely surprise; he made us coffees and we sat in the garden for a few quality minutes before he had to head off to work. Dot was awake and we braved the stairs, me lugging our giant cases up one and a time. I forgot how many floors there are from the kitchen to the top of the house where our room was waiting—five—but each floor, the place has high ceilings, is connected to the next by a double set of steep landing, so it feels as if you’re climbing ten floors each time you make the full journey, which alsays turns out to be a lot.

We took naps and we headed out to Exmouth Market to find a healthy lunch. Now last time we were in New York City in May we stayed a night at the Jane Hotel and walking down Jane street we spotted Katy Kay from BBC America. No sooner had we entered into the market when, getting up from a lunch table was this older man in a business suit and a woman, dressed all in black, capri style pants and a shirt, with little black Keds like sneakers. I got a three-quarter glimpse of her face and was like it’s Katy Kay. Now I have a history of not being reliable when it comes to spotting celebrities (not that she’s a celebrity really) and it is a running joke dating back decades as I imagine notable people who aren’t. But this time I was sure so I darted ahead of her and her companion and did a one-eighty which she saw me do. It absolutely was her and she became self conscious and put on sunglasses but I did score a win in the people-spotting game.

After debating which of the dozen restaurants and food stands to alight upon we just ent to Gails, and old standby, and grabbed to containers of lentil salad with goat cheese and other things (which turned out to be more garlicky than anticipated) and two cucumber sodas which were pretty delicious to consume back at the house. The Brits do understand the value of a cucumber. Then the cleaner, who is called Fran (I was reminded later) came over for a short time, by cleaner standards, which was mainly used up by telling us all about her dog who was going blind. “She’s only seven,” is a line she repeated at least ten times. And we sat there, captive, eating, nodding while we learned the state ond fate of the lenses in her Jack Russel’s eyes. The dog was of course with her and had brought a tiny Wippet of a friend. Fran mentioned she would be coming back at eight-thirty the  next morning to let in a man who was to fix and also replace bits of the woven runner lining the entire length of aforementioned stair. S. excused herself to take a bath and I learned the entire sago fo the making of the rug and how much would have had to be orded just to replace a little bit of it but luckily they had found a leftover piece that could solve the problem instead of reordering another twenty-five yards of made to order weave. I thought to offer to meet the man but figured I’d better not get involved.

I went to the top to check on S. then back down to settle one flight above the lowest where Fran was knocking about. The dogs were in this first, not ground, floor where there is a desk I thought I’d use to catch up on a little writing (oh hi!). The blind Jack Russell was very sweet and easily shockable whenever her Wippet friend would jump up where she was trying to find a familiar spot on the low sofa in the salon; once at the desk the Wippet joined at my feet where there was a little carpety dog-beddy sort of thing, which actually belongs to the resident Jack Russell, Reg. The Wippet was casually trying to destroy the thing, rigoriously digging at it as if it were a patch of land. Fran reapparead and brought up the subject of the man that was coming eight thirty a.m. I finally took the bait and said, you know, I’m fine meeting the man if you have something you need to do. She did. She was going on a trip. After reassuring her that it was fine (she thinks my name is Ben and finally remembers having met me years ago when, downstairs, earlier, she was convinced she hadn’t, she agreed to let me meet the man and I was almost pleased that was allowing me this privilege. It was a very funny exchange and I was really laughing on the inside.

It was my turn to take a bath but I was in the discombulated state between projects (writing and unpacking and trying to feel human) and with rooms and floors and I couldn’t find a linear throughline. And I thought I heard voices. Real voices not mental voices. So I went back down and was greated on the landing by someone I assumed was one of the girl’s boyfriends out of whose mouth came: do you remember me, Freddy. I gave him a big hug. I have to explain that our friends have four kids and, on their mother’s side, alone, they have, let me see, fifteen cousins. And at any given time there is some niece or nephew either living or temporarily staying in this house or other. Not to mention, as I say, that the children, and the cousins, have boyfriends and girlfriends who could easily be taking up residence at any given time. Of all the fifteen I don’t know Freddie and his brothers very well so it was really lovely to see him and chat and I was happy to hear we were going to dinner with him. I think I’ll save the rest of this story for tomorrow.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 20° (July 10)

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 pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 19° (July 9)

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.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 18° (July 8)

Stayed in and got a whole lot of last minute packing and so forth completed. Had hoped for a bit of fun but it was work, work, work. I’m actually really in need of this holiday more than I suspected. I’m planning on taking it very easy, starting with this work here right now. I have given up on the teethe whitening for now (and will actually forget to pack the mouthpiece bit). I am overpacking I know that but I hope in the end it will seem condensed. I’m also planning on throwing things away as I go. Trying to get all I can get booked before I head off. And I have to do a bit of writing, based on some past things I’ve said about the lovely Virgo woman. I start here:

Virgo with a V: In our book Sextrologythe she-Virgo chapter begins “And God created woman.” Drawing on her mutable-earthy Pandora archetype, Virgo woman seems designed to the specifications of someone seeking a lady stacked with feminine assets. In mythology, the cuckolded potter-god Hephaestus/Vulcan (married to Aphrodite/Venus who was getting busy with Ares/Mars while carrying a torch for Adonis) bakes up his own little sex-dolly out of clay, Pandora, with her infamous box. (It was actually a jar, a vessel). And we titled the Virgo woman chapter The Vesselbecause, like the sign’s Virgin holding that sheaf of grain, intent on separating the wheat (virtue) from chaff (vice), Pandora’s jar was filled with an equal mix of the same stuff. From a patriarchal standpoint, and a misogynist one, woman has been viewed as both a source of pleasure to be penetrated and one of the worlds ills. Mary Magdalene is sinner and saint. She too is the vessel. Especially if one thinks on her as the literal wife of Jesus and potential mother to his children. Blasphemy. She was a sacred harlot, like the Vestal virgins, sex and spirituality going hand in hand (or something in something) as it should. And so, without getting too into it, the Virgo woman personifies the feminine as such: An undulating object of lust who could be ones undoing. The Virgo motto is “I serve” which is misread as submissive or subservient (she can be ifit serves her). But like any good master-slave inversion, one typically finds oneself so dependent on the Virgo woman, whether for her love, devotion or mad skills in the sack, that she typically ends up holding all the power. Makes you rethink the image of the Virgin clutching that phallic sheaf in her tight, tender grip. And, blow me down, just look at these brick houses. Claudia Schiffer, Raquel Welch, Naomie Harris, Jaqueline Bisset, Pink, Beyoncé Knowles, Sophia Loren, Salma Hayek, Whitney Cummings, Joey Heatherton, Jennifer Hudson, Ingrid Bergman, Lauren Bacall, Yvonne DeCarlo, Padma Lakshmi, Peggy Lipton, Rachel Ward, Jennifer Tilly, Foxy Brown, Rebecca DeMornay, Jennifer Coolidge, Tuesday Weld, Shannon Elizabeth, Lea Michele, Cameron Diaz, Barbara Bach, Cassandra Peterson, Valerie Perrine, Fay Wray, Frances Farmer, Alotta Fagina (We imagine).

The virgin of Virgo is Kore, the maiden form of Earth mother-goddess Demeter, from whose name the word core is derived, a nod to the planet’s molten, shifting center, its fiery furnace. While Virgo man draws on the archetype of Hephaestus, god of that sizzling forge, Virgo woman personifies, yes, his little dolly, Pandora, meaning “all given”, whom the god gave the best features of all the goddesses, baking her out of clay in his divine kiln—Virgo is themutable-earth sign, highlighting tangible change. But Demeter herself was also called Pandora, here meaning “all giver.” Virgo woman acts as caretaker, little sister, especially to objects of her desire, playing den mother, a Wendy, to any number of lost, Peter Pan-complexed boys or domineering Peppermint Patties. She leans, learns and models herself on significant others, having her fun, and ultimately forging her own future. On the shadow side, she borrows too directly from others, appropriating their moves to the point of inappropriateness. She tends to secure a mature mate who’ll cherish her and to whose power and protection she is drawn, and from whom she pulls strength to grow and develop her own unique talents, skills and character, which she often then focuses on helping others in turn. Enter Peggy Guggenheim, Mary Shelley, Kitty Carlisle, Agatha Christie, Mother Theresa, Mother Seton, Cass Eliot, Margaret Sanger, Sylvia Fine, Geraldine Ferraro, Nan Goldin, Salma Hayek, Emmy Rossum, Melissa McCarthy, Amy Poehler, Blake Lively, Rosie Perez, Queen Noor, Queen Rania, Sonia Sanchez, Paula Jones, Ségolène Royal, Lea Michele, Joan Jett, Chrissie Hynde, Fionna Apple, Pink.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 17° (July 7)

So I did manage to get some new version of a book proposal out of my hands and into my agent’s. And we escaped the cranky swelter by hitting the beach for a swim. But when we got there it was so cool and breezy already that I didn’t even go into the water. I’m glad I didn’t actually because I woke up feeling very coldy today in any case. As we were making dinner the weather really shifted and the heavens opened up and we had a great downpour. I feel like I haven’t been in that kind of weather for a long time. It was really quite enjoyable. I have decided that FOMO when it comes to events in Provincetown is simply HOMO (hurt of missing out?). Too many frayed relationships in that town for me at this point. I know people (there) really enjoy that sort of thing, given it’s junior-high vibration, dissing and ditching people for certain epochs. Mainly the Aquarian and Scorpio people, but also the Taurus too. Hey maybe it’s a fixed-sign thing. I don’t know enough Leos, really, to add them to the list. They mainly just become loners and eschew everyone and everything. Anyway I did get some version into the agent and that was the main point of this day. And we had a lovely shrimp cocktail outside before the heavens opened up and we had a wonderful salmon dinner and then rented For Your Consideration which was wonderful to see again. Our friend PP is so good in it.

JW beamed in today says Stella and it looks like we will be enjoying the pleasure of her company after all which is great. I think S has also arranged to get some Cricketwear for our friend before we head to Corfu. I cannot wait for this trip I must be honest but I do feel like I’m a little behind the eightball today (not really) in terms of getting my chores done. I would actually like to start writing tomorrow and make some major headway on that score. And I suppose tonight would be the best time to really get the festival promotion cooking. I’m going to have just a couple of dry days today and tomorrow and let evaporate some of the excess bloat from the wine. Once I tackle this sample chapter I am going to feel so chill for the rest of the year. I think we will do the exact same show as last year and just have all new guests. And we need some good photos. That is definitely on the grand to-do list.

Someone I know posted this on social media:

I am at an interesting crossroads in my life. I wonder am I going to take a new path or are all my paths leading to one path… Some parts of me are feeling like things are coming together and other parts of me are wondering if it is time to make radical change. As Albert Einstein once said the definition of insanity is doing the same things over and over and expecting different results. That being said I also think if you keep doing what make you most alive and happy that you will find a way to thrive… 

I think it is most important to redefine what thriving actually is. For many this means thriving monetarily. But I want to be sure I am thriving emotionally, creatively and spiritually. Thriving for me means finding peace and bliss regularly. It means living in a state of trust that all is in some kind of Divine Order. I hope to simultaneously know that I do not need anything to find peace and at the same time know our actions can create situations that can help us to fulfill our mission and make the world a better and more beautiful place for everyone…

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…

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 16° (July 6)

I’m in a foul mood. It’s all to do with my work which is simply not going well. But I will persevere and get something, anything, finished today. Unlike most people, I really never take any time off and that does take its toll on a person I suppose. It is also ungodly hot. Anyway I’m going to just make a few cuts to a document I’m playing with and put some of these 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.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 15° (July 5)

Well I did finally fall back to sleep around 5:30 and was awakened at 8 in time to make a low-tide walk on the beach followed by a lovely swim. I’m actually planning on going back at the end of the day it was so divine. I am getting a very late start today and I will dive in to the proposal. In so doing I will be cutting bits from it like the below to publish here because I’m all about repurposing material in case you didn’t know.

We are credited with being “eerily accurate” in our work. And knowing our stuff means knowing other people’s stuff. Short of meeting every reader individually, we can corral the population into these twenty-four sets of people, each set sharing enough like conditions and experience as determined by their gender-sign that it would seem we have a crystal ball tuned into the frequency of folks’ hearts, minds, and souls. We don’t. But we do have an exhaustive understanding of the near infinite landscape of each of the sign’s estates. And so, we aren’t about to give the same advice or direction toone sign as we would another. The chrysanthemum, a winter flower, ruled by snowy Capricorn, cannot be the rose that blooms, late spring, during the month of Gemini. Like these posies, people of a certain sign express the energy of the time in which they are born, and it is our job to help them to embrace and fully possess all the magic and wisdom lodged in their natural estate, so to, well, flower into the full humanhood that is their due. The original diviners of the zodiac didn’t draw this system of pretty pictures on a whim or randomly or for nothing. The zodiac was designed to endure, down through the ages, because it contains all any of us will ever need to know about how to live our lives, love those around us, and, mostly, be ourselves. We live in fast-paced times; and though the scenery changes, the truths remain the same. For one: Existence is miraculous. And we, the paragon of living things, possess powers that clearly express this miracle. We just need a little zodiac book with some clear instructions to get at the nitty-gritty of doing so.

Virgo, for instance, rules digestion, among other functions—the virgin symbol of the sign is about to ingest or impregnate herself with a phallic seeded sheaf of grain—and, yes, the character and experience of the Virgo person is hinged on their ability to digest circumstance, separating the wheat from the chaff in life, virtue from vice, discerning what is nutritious to their person and what is detritus. Virgos are vehicles, vessels for change. Their sign is mutable-earth. Like clay, they are all potential, willing to change, to make something of themselves, something useful, of service, perhaps, or something beautiful, or both. We can see this in their physicality, which can be undulating or a seeming collage of sections; we can read it in their body language, which can be hesitant and shifting, and in the states of their appearance, which tend to vary more than most’s. And without getting too far into it, let it suffice to say that all of the above would-be description relates to Virgo’s own particular mythic archetypes whose literal, visible traits Virgo people seem to inherit. The myths themselves—stories of this god being challenged by X, or that goddess overcoming Y—are allegories that live inside all of us. It is our task and our talent to draw out for our readers these stories, which have been told and retold, in infinite variation, down through the ages through oral and written literature and visual arts and ultimately in films, TV, even video games. (There are only so many tales to tell.)

As dense as our subject matter might potentially be, we have a knack for keeping it light and keeping it moving, and for providing our reader with amusement and stimulation along the way.

The zodiac itself is rich in imagery and meaning, none of which is extraneous to the character of people born under each sign. The sign symbols relate directly to classical myths and biblical stories and allegories as well as to corresponding figures found in all cultures’ spiritual systems—in the astrological view the comparative aspect of religion is a given. Archetypes are immutable, no matter how they manifest in this or that cultural corner of the world, or how they’ve trickled down through fairy tales, drama, literature, films, even comic books and cartoons.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 14° (July 4)

This morning got off to a rocky start but we did manage to get ourselves to the beach for a nice long walk and we had an improvised lunch—I made a sort of compote of sauteed onions and cherry tomatoes which we plopped onto toast and topped with turkey bacon. I made it once before and it’s great in a pinch. There was no way in hell I was driving into town today with all the parading people scuttling about. Speaking of scuttling we notice we have ants in the kitchen again (an annual thing) so we will put down some traps. Anyway, the day sort of smoothed out. I got much of the cleaning needing doing done and I will even start packing today so I don’t have to scramble on Monday. There are a great many moving parts and that is sort of the best thing about going away. It forces you to focus on what’s right at hand. This time last year we were gearing up to go to Alaska and now this year it’s Greece. I haven’t even had the time to get excited about it, but I’m ready now to start feeling a little thrill. It’s hard to feel anything though with what’s going on in the world. Today is a dark day in Washington; seriously we have to find a way to end this situation it is just too too much for us to bear. We are in terrible danger of losing our democracy to this menance. I’m glad my parents never lived to see any of this.

I want to do something smart when it comes to real estate. I really want to land in a way I haven’t really ever been able to do. I think MTailor is scary. Why do we need an app to give us a tee shirt with multiple sizing? Oh lord I really am stretched thin. I am trying so hard to change tack and….It’s now the middle of the night and life is stretching out before me. I know that I am chasing a feeling and the reality of my situation is getting me down, despite the untold gratitude I feel. I know I’m in the wrong place on some level and that my life is happening elsewhere. I do not have the weird resolution of many of my friends who have determined what their lives should look like. That’s not me. I am here in glorious Cape Cod but all I can think about is living in some Italian or Greek village along the sea. I have the Maria by Callas docu on screen as I write this and it is 4:21 in the morning. I’m thinking about all the things I started and never finished. I will keep all thoughts to myself. I am setting a new tone. I’ve decided at this advanced age to grow up a little. I must not show another sign of vulnerability because it is always interpreted as weakness. I will no longer give anybody the opportunity to put me in that kind of box. Tomorrow will be Friday and I will sanctify the day. I have a great amout of work to do. And I’m prepared to do it.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 13° (July 3)

Had a text from Olen with an attached article about JD which kinda triggered me I have to say. I have a lot to get over on that score. It’s part of my psychic complex, though. I remember having visionary flashes back in 1987 when I first moved to NYC for work (lived in Hoboken at first) and I would get these images that involved JD and champagne. Well champagne turned out to be a rather literal metaphor of what was to come. I have to remind myself of how cruel JD could be; because I have a habit of beating myself up after the fact and all too easily convincing myself that there could be a healing. I have to know that this is impossible. And the fact is that he is cruel and I should have broken it off long ago instead of constantly putting up with his punishing behavior. It’s just that he is such a great faker and people are so taken with him; and because of who he is and what he does he geeds on the constant worship he receives. And he has that awful minion who constantly stirs the pot. I never liked or trusted that character.

Anyway, I have things to do and I have to banish these thoughts from my brain and shift gears in the next two days so I can really make some headway. I’m taking stock of people I’ve sent initial pleas to so to follow up. The folks who received emails from me in May with whom I haven’t followed up since include Ken, Tatiana (who was resent in June), Dan—I have sent Chris and Mark nothing thus far—Ralph/Karl, Victor, Edsel, Clark, Sproat, Fred, Steve, Chip, Fenton, Rob A has not been sent anything as of yet. Either has Skeens or Rafanelli or…..I should do a separate Missionary one for Tim, Maria, Eric Martin, Shaun O’C, Kevin Mc. And when it comes to the the sparklers I will post something on FB AF and then share that post with text. Anyway I can’t really get this particular ball rolling until after the holiday weekend which is fine. Meanwhile I can think about what I’m saying to folks. It is still ten weeks away. But starting next week I will really have to turn up the gas and get this thing cooking.

I did a little clean up on the work front and also on the house front and a bunch of clothes I orded for the trip came in and I sent a bunch back as well. We had a client today, one of my favorites, and that went really well. I took to the upstairs and had a little sneaky pete session and overshot my mark on that score, but never mind, it’s all fine. Made a rezzie for sushi dinner at Uni this coming week and Monday will basically be grooming and packing and so I have to pack it in now and get the work at hand in works. It is a bit daunting and do I wish I was travel with no work to do at all. Of course. But it is never the case and so be it. I need to do some wording of the last gasp of fundraising and marry it with our new social media person. I really can’t wait to break out that character. I will try to get the usual suspects to come through. I will then start hitting the Sparklers hard. And I will come up with something whereby I ask everyone I know to donate. It’s what I’m going to do. I have to drum up as much support as I can this year that much I do know; and I’m looking very much forward to the opening night at Baie this year as we are going to have such fun people in town.

We got a lot done, too, in terms of jewelry and I wrote a whole bunch of letters to folks and got that entire thing cooking. Wrote up instructions for our visitors and otherwise sorted through necessary plans. I really am running on fumes here today, trying to get things together that I’ll need to take with me, draging the work. Tonight is D’s party and Kate wrote to ask if we are going. We are not. I don’t know what’s up with those people but I’m getting a weird vibe so I’m staying away. I truly only enjoy being in Provincetown when I’m on my own or with La Stell. I cannot abide the general tone there anymore; and especially around the fourth of July, good grief. I think it’s become skankier and sleazier with these aging circuit boys. Can we even call them boys anymore. I don’t think so. What a weird world. I long for a genuine experience and some place I can buy a nice house, maybe with a pool. It’s become fairly untenable otherwise I have to say. We’ve gotta move the merch and I think we are doing it the right way. I just need to know how we can move the needle on all these things. I should probably touch base with my friend Dave on all this as he does have a business degree and I do not. I think the whole notion of doing limited edition something will be a good one. That’s enough for today I think I’m not feel all that creative right now and we all know from experience that we shouldn’t force it.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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Cancer 12° (July 2)

I have been kicking ass on the work front for sure and as the trip shall begin in just a week’s time I have to keep up this pace in order to be in a great position to embark. There really is so much to comprehend. I went to Provincetown yesterday morning to meet with  the grant office and get that ball rolling. Today marks ten weeks until festival which is still a lot of time to move some major mountains. I have plowed through all the design stuff with my graphic guy and am way ahead of the game on that score. I need to still get the venue box office what they need and to write a press release—I want to focus on the historical angle as well as our tradition being innovation, a mandate for newness. I’ve also managed to put a fire under the Cambridge series artists. And then I have to get into purely fundraising mode on that score. Thursday and Friday of this week needs to be laser focused on my book proposal so that I can just muse on the sample material as I travel and publish my notes here on that score. Doesn’t that sound like a very good plan. This might actually be a relaxing trip away. Wouldn’t that be novel.

I’ve been doing the teeth whitening thing. They want me to do it for ten days but I don’t think I will do that much. I’m also supposed to do it at night but I’ve instead been doing it in the day which has been great for my diet since I can’t eat anything while the “trays” are in. I do have my weight down somewhat and still two weeks to go but travel weeks so it might be tough. That said I feel as if I’ve got it on the run and if I just start the big decompress I can make myself happy-easeful. Which has nothing to do with weight. I talk about weight a lot. I think it’s because I was such a skinny, pee-wee of a child; I had so little body fat you could practically see through me. I was a gentle little thing, tiny, fragile and often ill. I really was a sickly child now that I think about it. Besides just always being sick with colds and flu and viruses, throwing up, and all of that; I was also allergic to everything. So being fat feels weird and wrong and like my father invaded my body.

He was fat but not jiggly fat. He had a giant round, hard, solid, strained even, gut that extended way out over his body. Nowadays we might say he was gluten intolerant but I don’t think a day ever passed without pasta and he probably ate pastry, danish, for breakfast and drank cocktails and wine and was a terrible appetite addict, although never an alcoholic, despite the fact he sorta drank a lot. Wine (any color) with ice, served, preferably, in a carafe with cubes in a bowl on the side. And if you didn’t give him tiny tongs or at least a spoon he would make a big deal out of it. So what? I’m supposed to use my hands? If you’re reading this it means you’re not an asshole yourself so you’re probably like what-an-asshole about my Dad and you would be justified in that position 100%. He had very few redeeming qualities and powerful ones so it’s impossible to totally hate him but I have to say the case is close. He hit me; he scapegoated me; he hated me because I was in his eye effiminate; it’s not like he was afraid for me that I might turn out to be gay which would have seemed a challenge for lack of a better word; he was determined, I think, to have a chip off the old block—some dumb block head—with whom he could rough house and otherwise jock out. I’m sorry but that was too gay for me.

I bare my soul here everyday and it’s so funny that nobody reads it. It really doesn’t much matter. I should though spill the beans on the whole John Derian thing. What an…

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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