Virgo 2° (August 24)

Saturday. I am really in something of a spindown—I recognize the signs. I’m feeling sad and anxious and fearful and on edge all at the same time. Heading into town this morning and I can barely face the most minimum of interacton. We will just go from Post Office to Bank and I will remain in the car and fantasize about how to kill off some pain. I know there will be quick trips to the stores later since I can’t bear the notion of even a supermarket today. It’s not that deep. Zen and the art of chilling. What happened to trip hop? I think it became irrelevant. I don’t want my life hijacked by an anomaly like the orange menance. I cannot believe they are getting away with the Epstein-Barr scenario. Soar too close the Sun. Why can’t they fall like Icarus. I will get a a few more books edited and filled out. If I am scared of dying I cannot live. We met in Firenze in September. I was staying at a pensione that doubled as a whore house. At the Uffizio this fellow, Adrian, who I would then look up over Christmas and he would take me to the Black Cap in Camden. I never knew where I was in those days. I wish my stomach was smaller. It seems to bloat up just about every time I do anything. I am seriously in the mood for a complete switcheroo.

Which reminds me: That Lee Krasner exhibition in London really was spectacular. We will afford to live in Paris as part of our process this year and I seriously can’t wait. Because my brain is so scrambled and I’m also scrambling to finish these books I’m not exactly in the best place emotionally but I will come out of it in coming days I’m sure. I just need to take a major break. And now word that we are going to have family visiting this week, which isn’t a great time. But when is it ever. I don’t understand how my inlaws can drive themselve hundreds of miles to see horse races but have a hard time negotiating just, say, going out to dinner. Something is definitely up with them. P. received the bag S. sent her and that is a very good thing. We also saw a scan of a client’s gestating fetus which was pretty awesome.Somethings one just need never worry about. I don’t know who I was talking to, somebody, when I said you really can’t think about that. I think it was Deb. I was vibing on a teacher. I was kind of psychic in that meeting, but then again I always seem to be with her. There was a weird presence who popped in which isn’t always that fun I have to admit. It’s just after three three days later. I really only have a little bit of time to sit here and talk to you today. My struggles are the same, just as are my goals. I just need to get out of these damn woods. Like out out out. I have to make some major moves today and bring in some dosh. Dash for dosh, dash. It will all come right in the end; and I have made major moves to help others get their groove on. Anything can happen in a fortnight. That has long been my philosophy. And, especially by way of purging, it’s a great time to get the toxins out. A lady at the gas station today had a volkswagon Thing. Looking forward to creating some major revenue streams. Go down the line of the Sparklers and make sure they know about the party. This is a fun to do I think. Something else I can do is see who likes my stuff on AF IG.

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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Virgo 1° (August 23)

What a weird night of sleep and dreams. I couldn’t tell you what the dreams were about but I do know they were contentious and so vivid at the time. I guess I need to once again keep pen and paper bedside. I have my work cut out for me today that much is certain; but if all goes to plan, I will be finished with a huge chunk of work for the year. I do believe I will have also created a content base with which I can work some major magic. Speaking of which there are two senses coming to the fore today—the first is this sense of becoming an international presence, and positioning ourselves in Paris would certainly be part of that; the second is this sense of my own witchiness returning and needing to go deeper into all that might entail in a real, practical way. We will spend the day looking at real-estate porn of the French persuasion and I will underachieve in many ways, which feels fine. I will get through the tenth book of a twelve book series, slivers though they all are. But substantial nonetheless. I drove to Eastham today and had a chat about Chinons.I had an online altercation with someone called Jonathan who works at that horrible Crown & Anchor.

I have been spending a bit too much on the wrong things as of late and really looking forward to getting a full handle on everything and reeling stuff in. But really things are something of a blur. I have to give up on logic if I’m going to achieve what needs being done. My body is in a bit of a revolt as I’ve been overfeeding it. I will sit upstairs and try to finish writing somethings and I will write and try to leverage an answer as to why we were left waiting so long. I know I promised to go and stay but I just can’t; and I am having real second thoughts now about certain social plans that would see my as something of a prisoner. I am trying to power through and do a million things, and the more I do do (ha ha) the more I can do. So I won’t really say I’m daunted, but I do want to move the spoon. I again have that sense of life happening elsewhere. And if there is nothing I despise more it’s people who have nothing else to show for their lives but whatever money the live on, given it them by spouses or inheritance, and then ask questions in a demeaning manner. Are you still doing Astrology? You mean the thing at which, in various forms, I’ve been making a living for the past two decades? Yeah, I’m still doing that. And how about you? Are you still doing absolutely nothing but lots of meds and pretending to be some kind of designer and buying Instagram thousands of Instagram followers? Are you still doing that?

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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Virgo 0° (August 22)

I must make my two doctor’s appointments today without fail. I’ll get there. Today is the busiest day of my week without question, but that’s fine. It’s carnival in Provincetown which in some way let’s me off the hook for a few days. I will need to read back over the last couple of days here to extract some to-dos. That’s just the way this cookie crumbles. I am completely missing the boat trip now that some time has passed since we’ve been back. It is crazy to think that it is only just three weeks from tomorrow that we left the boat how is that even possible that I was in Italy fewer than three weeks ago. That is just nuts. I was awakened by what felt like a ball of panic. It did coincide with a bit of dream that I barely recall but I know it involved a certain person. Part of what needs doing on the Margie Ella list is thanking the sponsors that already exist in instagram posts. I don’t know, maybe there can be two posts a day, one about an artist, one about a sponsor. Ugh I hate this feeling of failing. Like I’m already failing today. How can I remedy this? I know stop writing this and go back to work. Okay got something done but this is what is commonly known as a scorcher! I will go until five then get ready to head out for dinner.

Got to Mac’s and put our name down and got our little buzzer and grabbed a beer and mocktail at the bar. Our friends (six of them) were still a no-show half an hour later and we nearly pulled our name. We waited another ten minutes and then figured they forgot or something and sat to write them, when nearly fifty minutes from meeting time they pulled in. What can you do? It was carnival day in Provincetown which they went to witness. And it was only midway through the meal that one of the children revealed that they had stopped somewhere to take in the view on the Atlantic side. Now, it’s good thing I really like these people, and they have no idea what a stickler for time commitments I am to be fair, but it is absolutely where my most OCD self lies. We texted (they changed numbers which we didn’t know), I was sending direct messages on IG. They were vaguely apologetic. And honestly I am in awe. For some reason I would never get away with being that late with people. I think I’ve been dumped by so-called friends for less. But I almost have to admire their nonchalance, no-biggie-right? (wrong!) attitude about it. But of course we do love them and it was great to see them and we did have a lovely time so no harm done but, on the cosmic-joke level of things. Because I do live in a world where, like Bob Newhart on his various programs, or Larry David on Curb, or even Oliver on Green Acres, I often perceive myself to be the only sane person in my sphere, and yet the universe always seems to side with all the other people. What’s that all about?

I did manage to get a great deal done yesterday, though, all in all. That is to say I made some but not all the headway I needed to make on my frontloaded project for the week (as I also kept other plates spinning). Tonight also marks the last night for a few weeks at least where I let myself enjoy my beloved beer. I read this Angela Davis: “I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change…I’m changing the things I cannot accept.” And I have to say it is really working for me. I was going to pop into Provincetown, to the Post Office tomorrow, to see who has and hasn’t yet given to the festival, but I’ll wait until Saturday. It is crunch time for sure and yet I can’t be on people until after the Carnival fires have gone out. I will also need to finish the HA books today and I expect it to feel great to get that off my plate. This will not be a partying festival this year but rather very staid and sober in tone. I should also drop all I need off at Fli-bois on Friday as well. Or maybe that can wait until Monday. Yes let’s wait until Monday. How wonderful will it be to have the next three weeks, through festival time, to dedicate in large part to this sample chapter, which I will have to get my brain around starting tomorrow, Saturday. That will be quite fulfilling.

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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Leo 29° (August 21)

I have two clients again today and also trying to sneak in a bit of book editing. Plus I have to give an interview plus need tosend information to Provincetown magazine. Check on that last item. Today is day one of a full twenty days of a crash course in a certain kind of miracle. We shall see what we shall see. If all goes to play I should be where I want to be. I am taking about fifteen minutes right now to put some things down on paper so to speak. I have the sneaking suspicion that this day will not go according to schedule and that the next few days will also be kind of choppy. I will need to get back on the stick with social media and so forth. And run down my list of Sponsors and go for the jugular with Sparklers. I am going to create a page to which I will the usual characters and paste all the thank yous to everyone who has thus far given. That is the right thing to do for sure. Speaking to journalists today. Anyway, combing through will creat a list of comps and a lst of those who will need passes as well. It is also one job, really. That can happen on Saturday, Sunday and Monday when I will also be transitioning into sample work. I do need to find pianist and right now I have asks out to Drew and Ben. I can maybe also ask Brett, Jaime, Lance (Cruz not Horne for godssake). Well I have my work cut out for myself over the next few days that’s for shittin’ sure. But I’m kind of excited to see what I might be able to affect through sheer mind muscle. I do know this. I’m not a lazy person LOL. I’m really liking what la S. is doing with the Instagram on the other side. We will make magic this coming year on a number of levels. I mean there is so much going on, so much promotion happening. We have books and products and very soon we are going to have a very chic new collection.

I must touch base with the characters at A.R.T. to see if they want to come to Afterglow. I also want to offer some tickets to A.R.T. to the boys we met at the Hovey. The heated pool there will still be open and I cannot wait to return. I will do some summer reviews of pictures on my Insta during the next couple of weeks. The soundtrack of this summer first started with that visit to the Hovey in June was it? Did we go there after our working with A. in Boston. I really enjoy not just working with A. but I actually enjoy the time we spend together. I truly feel that she is going to be family. Okay back to the larger to-do list that is my brain. I need to get on all the artists again to send information. And I am writing yet another blurb to appeal to those who might help us out this year. I think it’s something I can tailor for both Sponsors and Sparklers, we shall see:

The Afterglow Festival is just over two weeks away and we we still several thousand dollars to raise in the lead-up to September 10. As always, Afterglow is bringing the brightest emerging lights in performance, from New York, Boston, Philadelphia, San Francisco and beyond. And as we seek to preserve Provincetown’s ironic tradition of being an incubator of the new and progressive in theater and performance, often we are presenting artists that fly quite low under mainstream audiences’ radar. The only way to preserve stage space for important emerging artists is non profit. Stage space like everything else in Provincetown is now real estate that is largely bought and sold. We have lost many smaller donors over the years because people cannot afford to live in Provincetown any longer; while the new (rich and famous) folks moving in aren’t as a rule approachable. So we are hoping that our people like you who have sponsored us over the years will return this year, our ninth annual Afterglow Festival, and help us keep alive the important work we are doing to preserve Provincetown’s cultural history as a century old bastion for performing artists who are destined to make a difference.

Whatever will be will be that much I know. I will also be able to dangle the party in front of people and hopefully gain some support that way. I need to add a tip category for sure to the budget. I am going. Ask Mark when I should be getting the posters. And also ask friends again to tout on social media—check on that—but I’ve yet to see any help on that score. Margie Ella is going to be writing about ten more blocks about places on the website. I am going to add Seaglass to this list. I am going to propose that Drew (if he can do) and a guest come to Provincetown to rehearse as it would be cheaper to pay for their hotel than ours. But we have this lovely stay at the Marlton coming up in November which is a wonderful thing. Here is someting I’m saying to those friends of the festival:

The Ninth Annual Afterglow Festival is just over two weeks away. And we are very proud and privileged to be presenting a roster of artists who are mainly new to Provincetown and the festival. We are planning for a lower turnout that we often enjoy—that’s just one of the ebbs and flows of presenting under-the-radar artists—and are thus focusing more on the tried and true success of our curation. We have introduced scores of performing artists to Provincetown over the years in the face of soaring prices and extreme gentrification of the gilded kind. We have lost many supporters who can no longer afford to live in Provincetown while the numerous rich and famous new residents aren’t readily accessible to us. So please help us get the word out there and create more awareness for Afterglow this year. Doing so will help us audience build and, who knows, maybe even tempt some new supporters of the non-profit. It’s going to be a thrilling festival filled to overflowing with artistry and activism as e’er the twain shall meet at Afterglow!

Thanks once again for your time and attention.
Sending love and appreciation,

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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Leo 28° (August 20)

Clients today, one by Skype from Shanghai, one in person here at the Cape Cod studio. Both folks are truly interesting and I love working with them. We will also have a chat about the website. For starters, the splash page need to be desaturated in terms of photos and I’d love to feature a person reading Sextrology for the Books bit. Anyway can’t go down that rabbit hole today. More of some past self-analysis

Saturn regrograde in Aquarius in 6^thhouse

Well, I have to first address the most startling revelation here triggered by Erin Sullian who is brilliant by the way. The Sun-Saturn relationship as referring to father in her book has sent a shiver down my spine. Working the center and perifery of experience, signalling an absentee father who nontheless made himself the center of all experience nonetheless. I get a panic attack just thinking about him in this regard. Satellite and central star. Ugh. And thus, I am meant to feel alternately powerful and centered and then completely impotent as a result Pretty accurate.Strength and vulnerability. My Sun and Saturn are somewhere between trine and quincunx, but for purposes here more trine (right?) which is chacterized as having difficulty with being zapped of energy and having creativity being stymied. Hello “pre-creative” depression. And of course it’s in my sixth house. That means I get to experience this lovely feeling everyday. Jealous? On top of all this, it seems I can be meglomanical. Great. I’m not sure which trine I have as I can’t get my brain around that as yet. But the concept of quincunx is intriguing in this Sun-Saturn relationship as my penname/character Quinn Cox is based on this aspect and much of his mythos is taken from an upbringing riddled with father angst. Anxiety over being loved is definitely something I felt as a child. Daily life feeling like a chore—yes. Fear surrounding health issues—I’m a paranoid when it comes to diseases and won’t even go to doctors. Chiron in the 6^thhouse as well opposed my ascendent must have something to do with this as well. The Saturn-myth interpretation of swallowing ones creativity definitely rings true in terms of never liking what I create. I am not at all accessed when it comes to exercise or daily routines. I am naturally healthy with my diet. But I have had my issues with cigarettes and alcohol. I can be extreme with habits. And self-destructive to some degree. Or rather I think I am because I’m hard on myself. Hard to tell.

 I may unconsciously construct a rigid construct for self protection based on fears, anxiety, lack of self-worth. I self-generate pressures and am much more vulnerable than I might appear. In short, I’m way too hard on myself. Instead of structuring my world externally, and in this case the 6^thhouse points to routines, I do so to myself and guilt myself for not living up to expectations. Tierney is really bleak on this subject—wow: Oversensitive to perceived lack in oneself. Self-negating, self-denying, masochistic. One who can withstand stress without seeking to change the cause.Frustrated, resentful, easily intimidated. Blocked toward fulfilling own desires. Difficulty weilding power in a balanced manner. Feelings of incompetency. And then there is a bit of sunlight: Ability to face difficulties with detachment and insight. That’s something to look forward to. Otherwise, there is fear of not being accepted by the status quo, or not having creative works well received. I’d love to hear some good news on this if you have any?!

The one planet I have which changed direction as per Exercise 2c was Mercury. And I really do think that it has both intensity and significance in my chart, which the planet rules. Mercury’s placement is in my first house in retrograde (stationary direct)  just about at its station before going direct. All that which is associated with stationary direct seems to ring true in my case—as I am definitely over-anticipatory, anxious, hyper-expectant and urgent in my need to self-express. Indeed, I define myself in terms of how I communicate and yet I’m often self-conscious in my expression, sort of desperate to be understood, as I feel people don’t readily comprehend me, either in what I’m saying, or as a person, all together. I am a quck study. I typically don’t miss a trick, and I am rather gymnastical with my verbal skills. However, I do think that I see things rather differently than most people. And that I internalize much of what I could communicate, just because I feel it is a chore to explain my perceptions, and the mental connections my mind makes. I know what I mean. But it’s hard for me to tell others, easily or succinctly. People probably think I ramble. You may be thinking that right now. I also can’t stand anything hanging in the air—that urgency factor of stationary direct really hits home for me. I can’t abide dangling conversations. I must always clear the air. I over-analyse down to a nub. I used s in analyse instead of z because I think that’s how the english spell it. I am incredibly impatient. It really is something I need to work on. I am often too busy. I need to do everything now. If I think of a great idea, I must put it into motion. Never mind the fact I already have a full schedule. That plus being a libra to begin with which is already refracted, indeed prismatic, in its expression (cardinal air, to me, symbolically translates to “light” –apollo god of light, order, reason all those libran things—lucifer, the morning and evening star, venus, the prince as opposed to elias the king—not the blaring sun, but reflected light, light has seven colors in its spectrum, 7 notes to the scale…the scales) this all adds up to doing a lot of things a little bit which only, over time, can add up to anything “accomplished”.

 I like a lot of what Erin Sullivan has to say. I think that having a mercury retrograde, lending a subjective view, which is stationary direct, for me, means that I can’t help but constantly verbalize and otherwise express my inner connections with outer reality. I think and express myself abstractly and symbolically. I am a believer, and a willing participant, in synchronicity. I do think that reality is abstract and abstraction reality. I sense a paradoxical pattern of accident, and I am happy with that. I enjoy the serendipities of life and I am eager to express my subjective experiences with them. I look before I leap. I put that cart before the horse. And I do so gladly. Action does precede thought. It is rather seize the day, isn’t it? I’m ever willing to translate my “sensory perceptions into concepts.” I think people can find me fatiguing. Because, symbolically, my mind is just coming out of a rest (retrograde) and is thus refreshed, with ideas assimilated, and ready to speak itself. Lynne, for instance, has Mercury stationary retrograde also in first house, and is therefore not ready to receive my machine-gun ideas at any given point. Especially not over breakfast. The Epimethean vs. Promethean concepts are also very interesting. And I am definitely experimental in my attitudes. Yet, in this view of “promethean retrograde” I am experimental with caution. “Driving with the emergency brake on”—that’s a fantastic analogy. Excitement for the new combined with sense of restraint. I’ve always chalked that up to Libra. But perhaps my Mercury explains it better. (Funny too that I have always equated Prometheus with Libran energy anyway as he is the lightbringer, the way lucifer is—the bearer of the lightning stick, stolen from the father. Luke Skywalker—cardinal air, hello!—whose name means light moving across the sky. He gets his arm chopped off from trying to overthrow his father just as lucifer was cast into the pit and prometheus was bound and then de-immoralized. Mark Hamill who played Luke was a Libra. I love that tidbit.) You see, I don’t have a problem with reality reading symbolically. I don’t put much stock in introspection, but rather seek to bring about my accomplishments. I’m very ready, steady, go about things and figure I have what I need in the mental bank so to speak. And what I mightn’t have, I’ll wing it. A good Mercury phrase. Much beauty and genius can be had through improvisation, learning on ones feet, trial by fire, hitting the ground running and all such cliches that carry similar meanings.

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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Leo 27° (August 19)

I will manage to get a good deal of writing accomplished today despite the procrastination and dicking around. I did manage to update the hotel and also stay somewhat abreast of the social media as we are now three weeks out. My brain is otherwise fried so I’m glad I stumbled upon the below from when I was formally studying astrology. The irony being that I don’t actually believe I have Mercury in the first house.

I wrote exercise 2d (below) first so there might be some overlap. I do have Mercury, Jupiter and Saturn retrograde, the conceit being that the more planets retrograde in a person’s chart, the more apt I then am to view the world differently from others. So generally, it makes me unique and individualized, my motivations coming from within rather than from external impetus. That last point is very true. I also think it has a lot to do with being a late bloomer—no, that’s not the right term—perhaps I mean someone who didn’t settle in to an accepted lifestyle or pattern early on. I’m definitely not someone who easily blends in mainstream environments. Au contraire.

Mercury retrograde in 1^sthouse

Mercury’s energy is somewhat interiorized for me, manifesting in a reflective, subjective, contemplative manner. Being in my first house, I think it makes me self-critical (in Virgo yikes!) and self-conscious. I think I felt apprehension, tension in expressing who I was from an early age. Though I am “spritually” outgoing, I was not physically so in youth and therefore spent a lot of time alone, playing. And I didn’t even rely on toys. Rather I would draw people, cut them out and play with them. I could almost perfectly draw cartoons like the Flintstones who I would then move around a set, also of my own design. Having my own personal nearly living-breathing cartoon to play with. Solo, obsessive stuff like that. Conjunct Pluto intensifies this. I believe this placement makes me easily misunderstood. I have an unusual way of expressing myself. I internalize experience. Repressing information. I love the concept Erin Sullivan points to of the planet Mercury mirroring the god Hermes going from the surface world to the underworld as mirroring the communication between the conscious and unconscious which I think is a well worn path of information for me. I might repress information, and not express it. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not perfectly aware of what that information is. I understand the symbolic language of my own selfconscious. My dreams communicate to me. My “shining” first house abilities are surfacing as I mature—even those I studied as a child (like piano) I only  now “understand” how to play it (though I haven’t played it in nearly 30 years until I sat at one recently). Suddenly it clicks. The “information” is just now formulated and being articulated. I learn from going inward. I find connections to the external worlds through information that arises from inside me, not from information in books. I think this makes me a good predictor of trends…I can sense manifestation and then think to express it. My relationship to the world is one intrinsically designed, not adopted through learning. More on my Mercury retrograde is discussed below in exercise.

Jupiter retrograde in Aries in 6^thhouse

My Jupiter retrograde definitely falls into the Sun-opposition category, rather than one of the trine aspects, as mentioned by Erin Sullivan. And this is meant to “collude” well with the Sun even when in this position. Ego inflation is meant to be a symptom of this configuration. There may be truth in that. What I relate to most from reading her is the sense of feeling restless or unsatisfied with my home background. And needing to branch out, even emigrate in hopes of finding my own “tribe”. I definitely am at odds with my family. I think I mentioned once that I picture my parents and sister as hurtling through time and space in some sort of cosmic construct or prison. And that I’ve always felt outside of that. If Jupiter and the Sun together explain my relationship with society then with Jupiter in the 8^thhouse I might feel even more the outsider. I think that my Jupiter retrograde dictates a need to find my own way and place in society at large, separate from the world I come from. Indeed, I am cut off from the world of my origin, and through no fault or action of my own. I have rather been cast out in so many ways. The idea of Jupiter retrograde specifically in my 8^thhouse is initially hard to get my brain around. I think of hidden assets, even hidden talents, the unconscious, other people’s money, mysteries and occult matters, the inner workings of things, sex, death, regeneration etc. (and it has been very helpful as of late, in reading Bil Tierney, to think of the 8^thhouse in terms of being in the 3^rdquadrant, therefore the most mundane “of the world” and the least personal area of the chart—because the 8^thhouse can seem so personal (the sex and death bit especially) but it really is so much about other’s isn’t it. In this light, Jupiter in the 8^thhouse, retrograde might simply translate to being less materially motivated, more focussed on inner growth, self-wisdom and expansion of philosophical and spiritually insights. Having a more “ponderous” Jupiter—you would think I wouldn’t like the sound of that but I do! I am so NOT materially minded, it’s not real. I never think about money except when being urgently flat broke necessitates action. But I am not materially hungry by any stretch of the imagination. I want to feel expansive within myself. I like knowing what I know, but I don’t feel a need to telegraph it to others. This placement in the 8^thhouse seems like a good fit to me where I can thus explore philsophical mysteries. I have strong inner visions and I do even get messages in my sleep. I trust my self and my own abilities and aren’t as open to opportunities offered by other people as a result. I don’t trust people as much as I trust myself. And I am probably not as receptive to other peoples money as I could be—oh, boy: I would change this first and foremost. Not from a greed point of view, but because delegating could make my path easier. But I can’t help living by the old adage: if you want something done right you better do it yourself     ! Money mightn’t greatly manifest for me—oh well—but my vision of abundance is rather of an internal wealth of truth, beauty, principles, freedom, artistry, all the intangibles I suppose. My 8^thhouse mightn’t appear lucky unless, as Tierney says, you dig deeper.

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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Leo 26° (August 18)

Casual gathering. Distinctive IPA. Bearded Mistress. Golden Hook is golden ale. Crandaddy Sour. Who is the guy that teaches game design? Game nerdes. Cards and dice  and backgammon and cribbabeand darts and pool. Plan s for a porter. Nicole is still in the kitchen breakfast sandwiches, black bean burgers. 9am breafast menue with smoothies and juices. Soon will feature Snowy Owl coffee. Urban playful. Negligent chic. Larger facility in Jamaica Plain. The boat slip, Red Inn, Perry’s and Squaling pig and both ferries have the beer. Chris Hartley is founder. Brewing three beers. Breakfast until 1. Regualr menu 10-9 Last call at 1045 serving until 11 has a Farmers Brewers licence there for can serve what they produce. It’s a fairly fun idea. All of the above are notes for this new place that opened up. I will give them a full write up tomorrow, this week only blurbs will make their way into this Blague. Otherwise I am powering through the HA books dedicating two hours to each that means that I only have eighteen hours of work needing putting into them and if I had to I could do that in two days which really wouldn’t be a bad idea considering all the other stuff I have on my plate. Not that any of this means anything to you as per usual but I kinda don’t care about you right now. Do you mind my saying that? I’m a bit pissed off. You don’t seem appreciative of all I do, let alone myself. I’m not mad at you but I am disappointed. I want to tell you what’s what. I do my best to communicate just that in a regular basis. Tomorrow I will wake up and I will read two HA books. And then I’ll get on with my day of fundraising. And then I’ll read two more books in the afternoon. Then two a day for three days. Then done. Then getting my brain around the sample chapter from Thursday through Sunday. And then two weeks of writing full stop. This is happening freaks.

I was looking up Ezra Miller for obvious reasons; he is from my same home town of Wyckoff, New Jersey. And he is also quite the extraordinary being, if not only, in looks. I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that I would have given anything to look and have a body like Ezras when I was in my twenties. I probably wouldn’t need a sex coach like he does; or be as insecure. In fact, even with my squidgy little body I had way more confidence at that age than he does. Okay, well…I was going to say I take it back but I don’t. Imagine what an incredible person like me would have done with the amazing form he has. Oh this is stupid. I’m kidding for the most part. The thing is is he is lost in the cosmos as much, well, actually, more than I ever was at that age. And he has that terrible hanger-on who people seem to accept as valid. He is the worst charlatan on the planet. And no J.W. it is not because he isn’t white. That was one weird thing: I felt at various times that I had to defend myself against someone who was an invitee just like me. I’m not sure why exactly that she guns for me but she does. She went after me at dinner in NYC in regard to what kind of women I like and then she did it again on consecutive nights on vacation together. She said she was following me but she doesn’t. I know too many sort of famous people who think they are the cat’s meow. Really they just act like kitty litter.

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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Leo 25° (August 17)

In Provincetown last evening, I went to Room and saw Brent who gave me a cannabis gummy. I popped it on the way home which did not sit well with my passenger. But I assured her it would take hours for it to kick in. We had a little night cap of red wine and then did it ever kick in oh wow. I ended up playing piano for hours after S. went to bed. At first she told me it would keep her awake. But because I was so altered by the full body high and employed the soft pedal; and because my singing was already spot on, so S. said, I became something of a stoned lullabyist. I have never had a full on cannabi gummy and I cannot believe how long the effects lasted in my body. All day today I was engulfed in a deep relaxation and I even ended up falling asleep for several hours in the day. I am trying to get a handle, now, on the fact that I am rather behind in my work on the ebooks which I will have to accelerate on in the coming days to catch up. All without missing a single beat in terms of my fundraising. It’s always the same but this time will be different. I am going to accelerate it all and I’m not going to disappoint myself in the process. Not for one minute. I wish I had more inspiration these days. It isn’t all that easy to cover all my bases. But the bases must be covered nonetheless.

I made a chowder today after coming back from the garage where my car was “fixed”, well fixed enough I suppose. It’s old and it probably doesn’t have that long for this world. But so long as it gets to the beach and the dump that’s all that really matters. Starting Monday I need to spend five hours on combined Blague and the reading of the books. I won’t get to the other bit until a week from now which means fourteen days of writing something fairly inocuous, then putting into enough of a shape that will work moving forward. I have my work cut out for me more than ever this year with fundraising. I am terribly far behind. The time away this summer seems like a lifetime ago. How can it hae been such a long fortnight and now be so dissolved in my imagination. Well I hope it’s something chowder can solve. Although we won’t end up eating the chowder because somebody wants something more substantial which I understand. I will listen to Cape and Islands NPR and doze in and out. I do miss doing a radio show I just do not miss doing it at a set time each week. There is no reason to repeat that fiasco. I think the last time I had hope about anything broadcast was when we filmed that pilot for a show with something pirates.

I basically can’t sit upright. I still feel the gummy in my body. So weird that that would have happened. This Monday will be three weeks out and I have to make sure I completely knock it all out of the park. There is no reason for failure. Success takes many forms but I am definitely not in the market to lose out on this project I will doorstop the ef out of people. Apparently we are meeting gay man and dabriella this week. First they asked if we wanted to go to carnival with them. Rather she wrote to ask if we want to go to the “gay parade” I kid you not. It is so weird that they live here, for starters, but it’s even weirder that they can be so heteroclueless. It doesn’t work for me to be so pretendy about myself. I like being who I am, sexuality included. In fact now everyone is like me when nobody used to be. It’s like back in the seventies when gay men were the last people on earth to work out but now try to find a gay man who doesn’t. I am watching an Audrey Heptburn film at present and it really is so sad that she died at sixty three. Sixty three. That’s like ridiculously young. I’m sure it was in large part as a result of her malnutrition during and immediately following the war when the Germans tried to starve the Dutch. We think of Audrey as British or Belgian. Most people don’t realize just how damn ndutch she really is. Starting Monday I will be dedicating eight hours a day to reading the HA books and everything else will be supplemental.

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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Leo 24° (August 16)

Hit the beach this morning at seven o’clock for what will now be our daily walks for sure. There was a dead seal who had a large bite taken out of it. The signs for sharks are posted daily and the water is seriously warm and things have really changed since the first time I ever put my foot in the icey New England water. Not icey anymore. All the ice caps are melting they really are melting this is not a drill. I cannot believe how fast the destruction is happening but I can only say that I’m actually glad I don’t have kids. The world is going to be such a disastrous place for the next generation. There is one child on S.’s side and her parents had her late. I hope for long life for her parents, and that she will have a large and happy family, because everyone will be gone and she will be left all alone. It’s sad but true. Not to mention they are a “family bed” family, still (I’m not even going to tell you how old she is) but the awakening in which she is in for in life can’t help but be rude. Because what she’s being set up for—this perfect twenty-first-century Siddhartha stile life—is simply not sustainable. How did I get on this? Anyway we went for our walk and it was glorious but quite hot on the beach which is weird because it was relatively cool here. Funny how that goes.

I dropped off  the car to the garage and walked home. We are going into Provincetown today so I will quit working rather early. Got as much completed today as possible. Spoke with a new sponsor. Headed into town around three and went to the post office and bank. I left Cortale a message in regard to putting our poster out. I think that I will pay him in advance so that we will be ahead of the game. Just seems kind of better way. Anyway we found parking near pete and Ted’s and dropped off the wine we brought back from Pete’s family town in Greece. It was nice to see them. We were early for our dinner reservation so we just headed over. I had fondu as an appetizer. I’m looking forward to some pointed weight loss.  S. got a shrimp cocktail. We shared a steak and shared a salad. The beauty was that Raina joined us the whole time. And we had a lovely Bandol. It was just delightful and we got out of there at seven in time for the incoming reservation. We headed down to Captain’s Daughters and I bought myself a nice pipe. Upon leaving this very drunk woman attached herself to us and followed us to the Four Eleven gallery. We did manage to ditch her there thank heaven. We then headed to Albert Merola where we did end up buying a nice little painting from a new artist. Also stopped by AMP.

Figure out timeline.  Do AsterCast budget. Figure out the tee-shirt situation. Make schedule for new year book launch. Really reconnecting. The upshot of today will be getting all the would-be Sparklers and Missionaries contacted and worked into a system of giving. This will be supported by MEJ posting things about the establishments with the blurbs they’ve written. I will promote. Instagram Avra, Idol, Amun, the Ram god. There was a statue of him yesterday at the museum in Naples. Festival week itself. We do need our own separate accounts on that score and then one for combined S+C and AsterCast or no?? And then circling around to ask them for a Missionary Donation. Wake. Write. SM/bite. Exercise. Notes/Coffee. Write. Lunch. Work. Dinner. Read. Rinse. Repeat.

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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Leo 23° (August 15)

It is a full moon this morning and I’m feeling somewhat shaky I don’t know exactly why. I sent a note to Mass MoCA as follow up to what I already sent, a link to the Artery article on Brian King and his Medusa show at the Museum of Science in Boston. That Sue Killam is not going to get away with what she pulled. Disciplinary action really needs to take place. I did hear back from Brian and I can schedule myself for the tenth of September to make that a reality. On Monday I will be scheduling two doctors appointments. I don’t hate doctors but I do hate doctors appointments. Some people are born snoops. I have to remember that. Well, it has sharpened my secret agent tactics to know that my main opponent is as good if not better than me at espionage. Which can be scary. Today is not today and today I am supposed to be further along on a project. I have a secret plan for remedying that fact. I am also all about said cure. I don’t need much. In fact I need nothing. I try to imagine that I am alone with no set income. How do I live? Do I join a monastery? Could be cool. Or do I buy the cheapest available apartment in Portugal and live off whatever I make in royalties? Good queston. I think X itself has not reached its full potential and we need early adopters cum fans to tell the children. Children of X. That’s a good name for a room or whatever online. I know that doesn’t make any sense to you but it does to me. I need to speak to myself in code sometimes.

I am well aware that I have three days worth of Blagues to fill out. I love the fact that it is so early in (any given) the day. Then really all I have to do is read in the morning and the evening. I’m going to try and schedule a certain procedure I need for late November. I also have to see if I can get appointment with my primary for October 2. Basically I just have to keep stringing these sentences together and talk myself through this process. It would be so much easier, ’tis true, if this were married to a project which, starting tomorrow it will be. I roasted a lovely chicken for dinner with bok choy and lovely fingerlings from the market. I think I left the chicken in a little too long; but we had a lovely time talking and drinking rosé (me) and a little bit of the Bandol (mostly not me). The thing is I will make this happen, one way or another. the man came to fix the windshield on my car and he was this kind of groovy hippy guy, I’m guessing, of mixed race with, surely, a little native American in him. It was kind of fun talking to him and together we figured out that we just need to remove a bit of hinge to fix the hood so it closes properly. I called the garage and said I would drop it off the next day.

Movie opens. Credits rolling over Yves Arden (a JVB type) working the phones or rather fielding calls coming in—they are an exec type in stunning Balenciaga and Blahniks. Dialogue focusing on the whereabouts of Stella and Quinn. Yves says these like they are due in Paris/Stockholm/Copenhagen to be awarded/deliver speack on their new philoosophy The Turn Theory or some such (the philosophy is Kabbalistic? but relating to “the energy of the mind in its ability to alter outcomes”) maybe Stella kissing goodbye to the boulangere Quinn studying “Aries Phenomenon” in Iceland or some such, making ways back separately to meet at NY Headquarters, first with Yves. Former dialogue or Yves: “Sorry ang but I can’t squeeze you in, said in Taiwnese with subtitles “He/she/they are only here for a day before heading to Stockholm”, etc. At some point Stella and Quinn appear in a show in the West End. In fact every scene sees them coming off a different “expert activity” as if they are living testament to the power of their own theory “something,” one of them will say “which I always believe in but never thought could be formalized into being—literally have a mathematical formul for (this is what The Turn of the Whell from Pisces “I bleieve” to Aries “I am” means. Before Arien Being is Piscean beleiving…anyway..as living examples of this power. again this is why S + Q have so many expert adjustments one reason whey they are real-magical (their being, their understanding of time and experience. However they never predict times for their clients It conflicts with turning the wheel and limits/alsters the piscean power of beleiving maybe Quinn does some rant on theory. quinn is a sexy theorest, James Bond of academia. Someone else says “astrology is not academia” “the other person says ahh tell it to the Sorbonne. IN a To the maniess style. I have no idea what any of that meant.

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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