Month: September 2020 (page 1 of 3)

With Gas

Libra 8° (September 30)

Where to begin. I have been superproductive only not on the project at hand but removing the obstacles to the work is indeed part of the work and my schedule has miraculously revealed a window so still no loss of time if I can still to it. Major windstorm with sheets of rain on Olde Cape Cod and we lost power; as a result had to cancel the client appointment we had in the books. I made my version of shrimp scampi last night with rice verde (just thyme) and baked asparagus, which was pretty damned delicious. I’ve been on quite the cuisine roll of late. Birthday wishes still pouring in which is lovely. Time really is healing all wounds. I pulled the Emperor yesterday and the Sun today, which are reflections of the positive spirit with which I am currently suffused. Listening to France Musique at night and still able to sit out in the warm and breezy air with star filled skies. S. took some amazing open exposure photos last night, so beautiful. And then I watched the debate which was a mistake on one hand but necessary on the other. Things can get worse. But they don’t need to touch me all that much personally. In my private, professional life I have the sense that all is going to work out. I have been doing a lot of work around the work. And I have some great ideas right now to put down on paper; the one remaining block which really isn’t a block at all, is getting back into the machinery of book writing, which is what will happen today. I am going to finish up this little Blagueness today and let the “reruns” continue for this year, backing off the Blague a bit while taking inventory of all I’ve written before. When I get to the end of the astrological year, come March, all I need do is read through the previous year to start categorizing my writing work into those that will emerge in the doing. By then, too, I will have a solid draft of this new book and hopefully be able to turn my eye to television. Whatever the case, we will make this work. All the challenges these past, I’m going to say seven years, have brought me to this new place. I am going to run my solar return chart for the first time ever.

Cancer ascendent: wearing your emotions on your sleeve this year. More sensitive than usual, you have your eye on security. Your attention turns to your home front, your family, and domestic issues. You may be more introspective than usual. Oversensitivity and defensiveness may be a problem. Security is a driving force this year. As Cancer’s ruler, the Moon holds important clues as to what area of life in which you may encounter instability and change, and why you feel protective of your sense of security as a result. Sun trine Moon: You will show more enthusiasm and vitality during this year. Your thinking will be very positive and you will want to take the initiative and make decisions that you have not considered before. Your confidence in yourself will be recognized by others and you will receive support from your family and friends in general. It will be easy to carry out the changes that you propose which will benefit you in the future. You also could receive help from powerful or very influential women. Your popularity will increase and you will feel comfortable in your surroundings in spite of any difficulties that you encounter. Your physical body will be very resistant to any type of illness. If you have some kind of on-going health problem at this time, it is probable that it will be successfully treated during this year. This is mainly due to the fact that you will find it easier to deal with your emotions, thereby putting less stress on your mind and body.Sun opposition MC: You could meet with obstacles or oppositions in your profession during this year. You will have to work and sacrifice more in order to achieve the position that you desire. Don’t get too obsessed with blaming others though because it could be due, in part, to the fact that you reject the ideas and opinions of others. Due to your negative attitude, your social life could also be affected. You will feel that your objectives are not in tune with others and will insist on doing things your own way. You will probably prefer working alone as much as possible this year so you will not have to deal with opposition from others. Situations not related to your profession could also be problematical for you. These could be things like disagreements with your partner or business associates, problems in your home life, or your own lack of enthusiasm for and trust in your own projects. It is important that you define your goals and that you work with perseverance to achieve them without letting anything get in your way.Which house Sun can show a strong area of focus for the upcoming year. The house position of the Sun in the SR chart shows where (which areas of life) the individual wants to shine. The individual will take pride in this part of his or her life, and a big ego investment lies in this area. He or she has the opportunity to rejuvenate this area. 

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 916-920. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

That was by Cancerian Moonchild Cat Stevens who felt his way to becoming Yusuf Islam. We all must feel and purge, cardinal-water cartharsis delivering us “home” where the heart is.

Leo—Fixed-Fire—is the flaming sacred heart and hearth, the center, like its ruler Sun, of our being. Feelings move us but Leo passion sustains us and makes us whole. Leo people are like ah. Yeah. They own it. They get theirs.

The 5th house is that of creativity among other things. Like love affairs. When we embrace our creative passion—or fall in love—its as if the Sun shines on us. The Sun is a star and the 5th house is about achieving our own personal stardom. Having a love affair with life! If the Moon is mother: nurture, the Sun is father: authority and authorship. King Arthur creating his sphere of influence—the round table is a Sun symbol. That’s what Leo people do: They rule over their lives….and others’.

The 5th house is the love we give and “co-creation with god.” To love others or our creations, be they real or “brain” children, is to be as god, creator as well as a creature. Leo people are—God complexed? I was going to say fiercely loving but yeah.

The sign’s motto is I will, which is both a pledge and a command. Leos are living examples of courage, strength, backbone. The sign rules the spine as well as the heart. You know, people say I can’t find love. I tell them Love is a verb not a noun. Just do it. Or get a hobby.

At this point in the story: Jesus realizes he is both son and father and he gets into the whole starring co-creative role, drawing on his patrilineage down from King David, the Jewish Arthur, surrounding himself, like the Sun, with his twelve apostles. It’s the honeymoon phase, the halcyon days of the Christ-mas story. Feeling sanguine and soverign. And maybe he did have an affair with Mary Magdelene or that transgendered Apostle, or both. cue music

A love affair for the ages. LOVE is our apotheosis.                          

song: Snowed In at Wheeler Street

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That was Kate Bush song. Love her. She of the Constellation of the Heart. In her Circle of Fire. With her Hounds of Love, (woof) dressed as Arthur /Artemis, Leo woman archetype—can’t escape it—whom Homer called Lioness among women. She loves being a Leo. Every sign serve as a remedy to the excesses of the previous sign. Virgo, sign of humility, follows Leo, given to excess pride, a term for pack of lions.

Virgo’s ruler is in dispute. Traditionally it’s Mercury. Yet some say it’s Chiron, once a planet that was pummeled by asteroids and disabled; others say it’s the as yet undiscovered Vulcan. All are valid; but what’s most telling is that we don’t have the full Virgo story, pieces are missing, lost. We do know that the mythological Mercury, Chiron and Vulcan were all healers.

Vulcan, Greek, Hephaestus, is a potter, a smithy god, an alchemist and a healer. All substantial change as befits Virgo’s Mutable-Earth status. Hephaestus is lame, channeling his disability

into work and service to gods and men alike. The signs mottos are I work and I serve. Work

and serve. H’s biblical counterpart is Job, job, work, no? Dashing Through. H’s is the god of the human condition. He knows our reactions to loss, pain, suffering, can go either way. Giving rise to virtue or to vice. Out of clay, he sculpted Pandora who, with her infamous box, brought all virtue and vice into the world. She is the Vessel, like Mary Magdalene, vestal virgin, sacred harlot, female archetype of the sign of Virgo.

The 6th is that of our habits, rituals, work, diet.Virgo rules digestion. Our conscience is itself a digestive system, meting out virtue from vice. In processing hardship we undergo alchem-cal change, baser elements of self being burned away. Purified in the fire of our own being

Virgo’s like ah/ok. They remind us we are all works in progress. And being of service is the hallmark of their brand of spirituality. This next song was written by a Virgo coming to grips with loss. Oh, and as a side note, I fronted two cover bands in my life, the original bands of which were both led by Virgos: a Till Tuesday cover band called CU Next Tuesday. And a Pretenders cover band called The Pretenders.

song: 2000 Miles

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So picking up the thread of the biblical mythos Cancer the Flood and Exodus. Leo Kings. Virgo JobA broken figure. But that’s where the light gets in! Hold that thought! I know what you’re going to say. Oh really? Yes, you’re going to say that just as Virgo connects to the Book of Job so too does the next sign of Libra correlate to the following book of Psalms which is made up of poems, songs and prayers.

Yes, be- because, Libra is the Cardinal-Air sign; which translates to Light. Enlightenment. Beautiful principles, ideas and aesthetics ruled by Venus on the astral plane. And …And that if Virgo was about function then Libra is about design. That its conceptual. The Scales being the only inanimate sign. Yes impressive) and that the sign’s archetypes are Astrea and Apollo, the god of light and all such abstracts like order, harmony, reason, prophesy, poetry, music.

The seventh sign, seven notes to “The Scales”: Apollo plays the Lyre; so does Sting, right? He’s a Libra. I think so. And Psalms is most lyrical. The book is literally lyrics, choir parts, actually, with stage directions, no less, like “light incense here.” Hello! They’re spells! The projection of thought forms. Inanimate but alive…? Apollo is an oracular god and his high priestesses are white witches. So are Libra people on their infamous soap boxes. They are like ahh. Their particular brand of spirituality is uplifting. They endeavor to lift everyone higher. To raise consciousness to a white-light level. They can seem a bit judgy…but teach us that we all must stand for some thing! Begs the question do you?

How about equality, democracy, liberty? Libra’s mottos I balance and We are, both champion harmony—the seventh house is that of relationships, “marriage” contracts, social ones especially. That navel-gazing conscience of Virgo now becomes a social conscience in Libra. So that we are in harmony in balance. Even the Libra body part is about balance, being the hinge of the body and the kidneys which balance our water and minral levels. Anyway… This song is by two Libras, B. Geldof/M. Ure. Its for and about others; and it definitely requires some harmony.

song: Do They Know It’s Christmas

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Last we saw Jesus, he returned from his Cancer trip into the mystic, landing a lush Leo life as the King of Kings, performing Virgo alchemy, healing, spouting poetic parables from Libra pulpit, wrestling demons of Scorpio desire, emerging rather changed, waxing ecstatically philosophical. He’s a little crazy at this point. Things careening a bit out of control.

And as we come next to the Ecclesiastes, the most mind-expanding third-eye bit of the good book so too do we move into the Mutable-Fire sign of Sagittarius ruled by Jupiter, named for the chief god of power, Greek Zeus, god of lightning, mutable fire in the sky, altered states of genius or madness. Either way a bit touched. Jupiter is growth, generosity. The 9th house is of mind expansion/supra-c, philosophy, knowledge

Knowledge is power! Jupiter’s counterpart and sister-wife Juno, the Greek Hera, is goddess of power. She is blindingly radiant, those she blinds being given second sight—third eye. “Vision” is the most expansive of our faculties.

The sign’s motto is I see…I understand.

Juno/Hera is the Goddess Diva, Lady Godiva who blinded peeping Tom. She burned the mother of Dionysus who, when still a fetus, was then sewn into Zeus’ thigh. Sag rules powerful thigh and liver/excess. Dionysus, orgiastic god of excess, wine, ancient drug of choice for mind expansion also inhabits the purple haze of Sag. His pinecone staff is the pineal gland, 3rd eye.

Juno’s jealousy and dislike for Dionysus symbolizes goddess power being usurped by the imposition of the new male god. It’s the same old story as Mary being written out of the holy trinity by the patriarchy Both Queens of Heaven.

Radiance, power, excess, genius and generosity, overflowing, hallmarks of the Sadge experience. Sag people are like ahhhh. For them more is more and we must prolierate, spreading like wildfire, our knowledge, power, generosity. Sag spirituality can be most ecstatic, excessive. In ancient times men had their genie or personal god of genius; we still have the cartoon version. But it is lost knowledge that ancient women also had their own personal juno, an expression of their radiant genius mind and spirit. But goddess power, personal or universal, can never be snuffed out; it only expands, more and more.

songs: And the Wind Cries Mary / And I Think It’s Going to Rain Today

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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New Beginnings

Libra 7° (September 29)

Good gravy I woke up at 3 and just decided to go and “love” my birthday posts. It was a low-key day for sure but really quite good. I just sort of let it all wash over me and didn’t try to overachieve in any way shape or form. We decided to make a lovely dinner in the end and not get so dietetic until, well, now. I’m going to take it fairly easy today, also, and prioritize a little nappypoo. I have to say the outpourings from acquaintances were really nice but there was a serious dearth in the actual friendship department which, if you’ve been tuning in, has been a theme these past few years. I am so responsible when it comes to beaming in to say happy this or that on others’ occasions but I do tend to be forgotten. Also, it has been a trend over the years that women friends just stay in touch with S., and kind of make her the point person. Anyway, the thing is, I’m not hurt by any of this anymore. Funny that I pulled the Moon card this morning, inverted, which is meant to signal the release of emotions that have been hung onto, repressed and caused disress, anxiety and illusion. That’s all fine and good. I did have one Aries friend beam in by text which was nice but in a fashion typical to that sign he ended the chat with a link to a solo project. This is not surprising to me. No, I’m really going where the love is in a major way, grateful to have been released from bonds with the superficial and the mean-spirited, happy to remain in the light of those who are caring and value the deeper things that I value. I don’t care about rooms and their decoration. That said, when people have entired any place I’ve lived they always say how amazing it feels. I find that the best compliment of all actually. Visitors do pick up on the vibration of my world more than focus on who made the sofa or whose art is hanging. So many times I have heard people say that our place is their favorite place and I tend to believe that. I like a lived in world. I can’t stand skating on the surface of things. I hate precious environments or those that look good but are torture to inhabit. I leave that to the Scorpio people I have known. No slight to Scorpio but there is often something quite punishing about their environments. 

I don’t have a lot more to say today except that I am actually feeling rather optimistic. Tonight is the debate which is just weird to think about. I cannot believe that this melted pile of burnt sienna Crayola crayons is even posing a challenge at this point. I surprised he has the nerve to show up. I want to see that entire brood in prison, that is my greatest desire right now on this earth, I must say. Anyway, I have a good deal of other writing to do today and I will focus on that and then try to take a wee snooze. I am physically exhausted in a way that I can’t afford to be, and the buck, if you want to call it that must now stop here. I am leading with optimism. I am going to let reality rule the day. I am going to let things be easy with my book work at hand which, at this point, is really just about preparing the soil. We need the work to be enough to satisfy the agreements and keep the ball rolling and the dialogue going. There will be plenty of time for tweaking and massaging, so really no worries there. I am not going to lose sleep over anything for fear. Ah yes, that is the point of the Moon card, mostly. It is a card of fear, even if it is the releasing thereof. If you put out fear you draw affronts to you. If you say fuck you to fear and know that you cannot be bullied, then you are good. With farmer fuckface, for instance, his whole m.o. was to make us feel uncertain. Imagine purposefully trying to make others feel uncertain during trying times like this. That is a sin in the truest sense. Anybody who needs to cause others fear or pain is just evil. And the point is that in the face of f.f.’s abuses we sought support both through the system and in consulting our law offices which have partners who do this sort of thing and this went a long way to make us feel supported and to quell any fears that f.f. sought to instill in us. Upshot is it ain’t happening. And that is what I’m getting into my body today. The knowledge that you can’t hurt me or us. You have no power here. And that is one of the elements of this ritualized new beginning. This is day one of my new birth year and I’m committed to being kind to myself, foremost and to treat myself like absolute gold.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 911-915. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Preset Logo. Projection screen is raised. Band then S + Q enter.

And so it begins. As it began. With a Star. (Matt plays chord) Actually I’d like to say a few words first , if that’s okay. Sure, just: Dashing Through remember. Yes, that’s why I want to pre-distill: The wheel of the Zodiac is Everything. Oh, the Zodiac is Everything. A contained sphere of unthinkable enormity. Infinity ever expanding. In what should be an upward spiral.

The Zodiac is applicable to everything, as we’ll explain tonight. 1) a model and metaphor for all existence—which matches exactly to our creations myths; and 2) it also perfectly fits Christ-mas story, and the whole Jesus thing; and 3) the Zodiac directly applies to all of us, tracing our own would-be quests toward enlightenment apotheosis divinity. Our own stories currently being written.

Each sign is distinguished by a combination of a “quality” and an “element.” Aries is Cardinal-Fire.The Spark. Big Bang of Creation. Ignition. Emergency. The birth of a star. The birth of all stars. Happens by fusion. The birth of all things. New life, beginnings. Oneness, singularity. A new order, a new age, a new God. Self. Me? I.

The 1st house is that of birth, beginnings, self, the body, temple of the spirit. The motto is I am.Being and embodiment. Purpose. The sign is ruled by planet Mars for the War God. Aries people are like Ah. Objectivity. Aries people personify this Mars-fueled energy. They’re all forward. Putting it out there. Not taking much in. They’re me-first, head first—the sign rules the head—looking out for #1. Their singular goals. Their solo objectives. It’s what Aries people can best teach us all to do. If only you all looked out for yourselves then I wouldn’t have to.

Self-actualization. Buddha. Being your own spiritual leader. This is a brand of spirituality that is natural for the Aries. Who is the first to see that star? The shepherd. And Ram is the original shepherd, leader of the flock. This song was written by an Aries, T.R. seeking to reckon the singularity of Self with that Star, which gives her pause. And it begs the existential question: Could this be about more than just me? Is there even such a thing? Or am I all there be?

song: Star of Wonder.

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If that Shepherd was an Aries, she didn’t follow that star. I dunno, if I were alone on a hill top, no street lights, at the dawn of the first century and saw some massive starburst in the sky, I know the first words out of my mouth would be: Jesus Christ. Speaking of new beginnings. At 11:28 AM tomorrow the days start getting longer as we slowly grow to full impeachment by June. Oh, don’t even worry about it. It’s all cyclical. Everything runs it’s course. Upward spiral, but on a diagonal, so every so often we experience a dip. But we’re on the up now you’ll see.

So we move from Aries to Taurus, Mars rule to Venus rule. In the Creation Myth, Cardinal-Fire big bang Genesis to Fixed-Earth, the garden, Eden, fertility, made all the more so by a little Taurus BS. No manure no magic. Bulls, cows, are symbols of worship and idolatry. The golden calf. That bovine Adonis, flower god, Ferdinand rolling in the roses. And in the Xmas story, too, we swing on over to the manger, the cow trough. From the French manger, to eat, to consume. Ready to be worshipped and adored. Oh I could just eat him up. Adoration lasting all of his life and beyond. Well he did have a Jewish mother.

Taurus is like ah subjective, inviting, fixed earth, the garden, utilizing the power of attraction, the senses to lure, tempt, seduce. It always happens in a garden—Eden, Gathsemene —some evil lurking. Taurus people embody this Venus energy of attraction and allure. They are most appealing. Taurus wants to be prized, treasured, possessed even. The sign’s motto is I have.

2nd house of Taurus rules our assets, our values, our talents, which must be cultivated, like a garden. Taurus rules the neck, throat, gullet, appetites, the voice, symbolic for the talents and value we possess. And, as a rule, Taurus people provide the best lessons in self-cultivation. They are at once most self-possessed and yet willing to accept others’ praise and even allow others to work their own agendas through them. So long as it benefits the Taurus, foremost, they’re let others do the heavy lifting. And Taurus’ brand of spirituality involves being possesed by some spirit, taken up by some rapture. This by a Taurus who calls himself by Latin name for G.V.

song: Gloria

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Ever seen Bono at an event or something? He’s tiny, which obviously isn’t a problem. Well he seems not to like it. He was taking a ton of photos with people and this is what he does. Can someone take a picture?

So Aries Cardinal-Fire big-bang Genesis, Taurus Fixed-Earth Eden then Gemini, Mutable Air is like biting into that apple: the Fall, consciousness, the sign’s motto is I think. Duality, division,”the twins”, a split. Self-consciousness of good evil, mortality immortality, right wrong—being cast out into the wilderness, and ultimately, the urban jungle.

Fitting as Gemini is ruled by Mercury, for the wing-ed, eternally adolsecent, urbane, street-wise urchin messenger god, a trickster, huckster, “psychopomp” who can travel from heaven Olympus to hell of Hades. He is fun, funny, mischievous but a fly in the ointment. God of the literal crossroads: namesake markets, merchants, petty thieves, deal-makers, buskers, artful dodgers, all manner of streetwalkers, and the figurative crossroads: our choices, our messaging. Either way we strike.bargain. And Geminis strike one most easily between their earthly existence and their divine aspirations, their brand of spirituality being more flexible and forgiving of personal/human failings than most, heaven and hell being a perpetually mixed ‘n mingled state of mind.

The 3rd house rules childhood conditioning. In the Xmas story, too, Jesus in his own adolescence is something of a street urchin, preaching at the crossroads, putting his own messaging out there. Rubbing elbows with the hoi poloi, doing miracle tricks, questioning authority, sowing division mainly by being more forgiving than most of human failings.

Gemini is like ah. They’re wired up. Information central. Thoughts coming in and out fast and furious.Gemini rules the nerves, neurons our wiring.They best deal with life and others, not hanging on too tightly but keeping it light and moving and not taking too firm a stance, morally or otherwise, naturally understanding the transience of all things.

Mercury has a female counterpart, Eris, the wing-ed goddess of discord, who also sows division when scorned. She threw her own apple with the words “for the fairest among you” written on it into a party to which she wasn’t invited causing all-out Trogan War.

We were in the elevator at the Waldorf once with the Gemini who wrote this next song about duality—she was with her manager who said you know Edgar Bronfman Jr., then head of Warner Music, is staying in the hotel. And she said: Let’s go to his room, break his door down and throw a bomb into it.

Song: Leather And  Lace

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Patrick Johnson. Patrick is a Pisces. And on bass, Capricorn Danton Boller. I’m a Capricorn too. And on Violin, my fellow Libra Tomoko Akaboshi, and on the Baby Grand, he gives us catch scratch fever, loveable Leo, Matt Ray.

Ok: Aries Creation, Taurus Eden, Gemini the Fall. and then what happens? Anybody? The Flood. Yes. Cancer, cardinal-water, to wash all our cares and sins away. The sign’s motto is I feel. Cancer is like ahhhh. A fountain of emotion. Crwying, crwying. Cancer people understand the need to purge, as a means of recovery, letting go, expression, being a hallmark of their natural m.o. and their particular brand of spirituality. They have much to teach us on that score—more fully processing their past and present feelings than most.

Water symbolizes emotion. Mystical Mother Moon rules Cancer, the tides and namesake moods. The mind may play tricks but feelings never lie. Cancer rules the gut as well as the breast: Our intuition and our ability to nurture—ourselves foremost.

The flood myth is a metaphor for recoveryNoah was a drunkwhich we are all in all the time. Cancer people often start life feeling at sea, ultimately finding and securing safe harbor, which is an inside job. And we typically have to leave, to lose ourselves to find ourselves. To separate ourselves from any prior conditioning that we’re no longer feeling.

The 4th astrological house is that of both the home we come from and the one we create for ourselves. Passage, deliverance, promise, hope, which floats.cue music At this point in “the story” we lose track of Jesus, post adolescence he’s off, somewhere, the theory being, to study mysticism in the east. A study abroad. Mysticism is defined as spiritual knowledge that is inexessible to the intellect, gained through intuition. Feelings. Oh, not to worry, we’re not doing that.

Song: On The Road To Find Out

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Berthday

Libra 6° (September 28)

Another turn around the wheel complete and probably the best news day of the year so I feel like I’ve been given a gift. I had a couple hours I was awake in the night but not too bad and then when I fell back my dreams were crazy. In one, a package of this grey kind of chainmail dress and furry Pigalle-putain looking faux fur coat meant for Nancy Pelosi with whom I was hanging out. I tried it on as a joke for her and told her that she was meant to be photographed in it. In another dream we were waiting for S.’s “mother” to come out of her therapy session. The role was played by Jane Lynch with long blond hair. Probably a Patsy Stone thing. She zoomed passed us as if to telegraph contempt and we were like jogging to try and keep up and finally I figured that in therapy she had come to blame S. for something and I started jabbing her verbally, like oh it’s all S’s fault is it? I followed her down and alley and then I grabbed her by the hair (she weighed nothing) and chucked her at a brick wall, which might be an allusion to my turn in that Ang Lee film where I had to chuck bottles at a wall and just miss the protagonist. The rest of the dreams were these bleak interiors, like a warren of rooms, an old boarding house one might imagine in Magazine Street in the eighties or in Provincetown. It was peopled with people suffering with illness, AIDS or this new pandemic or something. And though I felt like one of the healthy ones at one point I thought fuck I better get out of here.

Okay I have a bunch of things to day at half-hour intervals and then I’ve decided to take some time off and really enjoy myself for a spell. Speaking of spells I’m casting one to get rid of this administration, the first bit of which requires me posting this wee intro and then moving on to prepping tomorrow’s entry. Then I am going to create two new documents, one being a larger inventory that will ultimately comprise everything we have ever done, professionally, to date, and the other being a script of sorts for speaking with the television production company. To get that together I will use the voice dictation option. I am receiving a great many messages from folks on this occasion. Strangers really are the best today. I have had one message from one single close friend but the rest so far are completely m.i.a.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 906-910. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Dividing the Zodiac into 24 signs was groundbreaking. You have a different take on Virgo Man and Virgo Woman, for example, whereas previously one size fit all. When it comes to sexuality, you cover straight and gay males/females of each sign, but how does someone who is transgender or identifies as non-binary read this?

When Sextrology was published in 2004, we unfortunately weren’t having the same conversation about transgenderism as we are today. There are many meaningful transgender myths and archetypes —Hermaphrodite, Tierisias and Caenis to name a few—that we dig into, and from whose cosmic power and inspiration individuals can draw.

Most friends who’ve transitioned have done so in the years since we first putlished Sextrology. As it was, we had to petition publlishers for equal measure of gay and straight content. In Cosmic Coupling, hetero couples are dedicated two pages while gay and lesbian chapters only get one. Cue soundtrack about book size, the cost of paper and affordability.

The upshot is we’ve come along way in the fifteen years hence Now, no sociological conversation can disclude the transgender movement and the stunning effect it’s having.

The upshot is we’ve come along way in the fifteen years hence Now, no sociological conversation can disclude the transgender movement and the stunning effect its having.

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While some astrological partnerships seem better starred than others, your emphasis seems to be on awareness of our own and each other’s habits and tendencies. It’s eye-opening in some ways and familiar in others.

We can only change ourselves. And while, yes, reading the chapters in Sextrology pertaining to loved ones will offer an insider’s guide to that individual in many ways, the main tenet of our work is personal development, you doing you. In Cosmic Coupling, which treats all possible 300 gay and straight combinations, the character of the relationships become the focus. Two people may form any relationship, still the relationship itself becomes this third entity. There are actually twenty-four relationship-chapters pertaining to any one reader of Cosmic Coupling, While the voyeuristic possibilities are endless in exploring what makes other relationships tick. Cosmic Coupling is a conversation starter for sure.

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Self-identification/determination can be positive, yet not always. Is there a concern that typifying a kind of behaviour associated to a birth date could be counter-productive? Eg, I’m a Piscean, I just can’t help myself.

Our brand of astrology is necessarily plastic in its application to people, whether personal clients or a wider readership. It’s all about potential—optimizing gifts and opportunities while negotiating all the negatives, usually from conditioning—which we can see in individual’s charts and which, in oxymoronic “generally specifically” or “specifically general” terms applies, on that wider level, to majorities of those born under the same sign.

We can’t tell anyone why astrology, in its myriad forms and applications, works so accurately. But there are a lot of things we can’t explain. It would seem that, just as a rose blooms in June and a Chrysanthemum, in December, so too do people born at a certain time reflect, or literally personify, the energy of that time. One could say the Zodiac, like life, is hinged on paradox, the culmination being the last yin-yang sign of Pisces with its opposite facing fish. And yes, counting Christ and Blanche du Bois among its archetypal order, Pisces people are indeed prone to temptation; but, for the Fish, it is always a two-way street.

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Let’s talk about examples. Here on your examination couch is a Capricorn female in her thirties. What can you tell us about her and what she fancies?

If this were a client coming to us, she would provide us her birth day, time and place. From that we generate a number of charts that reveal endless things about her, individually. What we have to tell all Capricorn women may be more sweeping, and in more umbrella terms, but it also, paradoxically, gets to the essence of what all Capricorn woman share. As any Capricorn woman, whose archetypes include Mary Poppins, will tell you: It’s sensible to have an umbrella (under which any Capricorn woman’s unique details still thematically fall).

To call herself a Capricorn means that her Sun placement is in Capricorn; but we don’t know anything about the placement of her other planets. So we focus fully on the Sun placement and go deep into the archetype of the sign of Capricorn to increasingly extract fundementals and every facet, really, of her character. We delve all the crannies of the Capricorn “estate”—its elaborate cosmology and symbology, all associative myths and godheads, theenergetic make-up of the sign and its planetary rulership, numerology of the sign, on and on.

There is untold logic in the Zodiac. One might suspect that it is indeed an ancient system. Or as we like to call it: the original twelve-step program.

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One element that surprised me is how certain star signs tend to share physical attributes. Just briefly, what would you expect to see in a Gemini man? And a Taurean woman?

It says in Sextrology, written in 2004, that Gemini man has small hands. (The unfortunate American president was born on June 14.) That aside, Gemini men tend toward the impish. They are animated, lit up. They typically fire off questions, often driving conversation. They are often slight and agile and retain a boyishness into old age. They are given to juvenile humor if not antics. There’s something of the lad and au courrant about them. They make endless attempts at jokes. You can often feel their need to be liked. Or that might be their arfully dodging way of charming you.

Taurus women prize themselves. Though an enviable quality, they can give off an air of innocent reluctance or reistance. They tend to boast childlike features and large, wide-set eyes. Given to softly colored and textured clothing and comfortable, quality trappings, Taurus likewise avoids brash or stressful environments or people. One of the femmier femmes on the astrological block, she tends to love her girly potions and notions. Taurus has a creamy look to her complection and she often wears a center part, letting her hair flop curl or feather. Chances are she’ll smell of quality, floral-note perfume.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Penultimatum

Libra 5° (September 27)

A bit of an extinction burst today last-minute trip for some quality reds. Did a whole lot of catching up today, and dreaming and scheming. G’s birthday so I sent her a little message. The breaking news is good let’s hope it makes a humungous impact, and that the threats of more information coming are real, for real. Learned that my great acting teacher has moved to the Actor’s Home in Englewood—he soon turns 96 and is still acting from his wheel chair. I will send him a little birthday present; I hope he lives to be 106. I made a glorious clam chowder for dinner after a so-so attempt at egg drop soup for lunch. I have been keeping all our menus in a file since returning from France to which I cannot wait to once again escape. I am letting it all go, letting it all go. I will end up writing a great deal today, many notes on the television show. Suddenly I’d love Joaquin Phoenix and Rooney Mara to play us. I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility. There are other choices. I’ve also made some pretty killer notes on the wiki front. It will be a giant presence in the end and I’m determined to just do a bit at a time. Anywig, that’s all for today folks. Remember the whole point of my pasting in past Blagues below is to free myself to write the book I’m currently working on. I will do some affirmations tomorrow for my birthday methinks.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 901-905. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Book writing and book business are both bane and boon. But, in this day and age, if you keep your expectations low, you can eek out some kind of living selling e-books under ones own steam, without even much trying. And if you’re lucking enough to have even a small following you can surely beef things up with promotion, advertising and clever ways to amass an audience.

I’m going to say I wrote the forgoing in early October. The subject actually was, in the previous posting, books. So I think I wanted to go somewhere different with this instead of sounding like a how-to manual to self publishing. Good grief. No wonder I stopped writing.

As those who’ve had success with print-published works from good publishing houses, I count myself lucky to say so and I hope to boast the same again some day soon, but the truth is we needed a break from traditional publishing. To test the waters ourselves with a Sextrology ebook then the H.A. books. Those two commodities alone are appealing and sell relatively well without any help from us. Because, truth be told, we not only backed off publishing but also from any self-promotion whatsoever, keeping a low profile and focusing on our private consultancy and clientele. And in so doing, the natural desire to write in us has again risen up. Writing the H.A. books is a great joy. And now I am turning my head to other ebook projects whilst I research for a hopefully next big one in print. I would actually like to serve as a conduit for rare and out-of-print books that fall under a larger umbrealla of esotericsm.

I know at this point that I need to be more interactive with audience, both in the flesh, starting with friends and intimates, to the far-flung reaches of the modest fame that we enjoy in bold-faced desire to beef up said audience, yes, but really to enjoy as part of the creative process. Otherwise, we wouldn’t do any of this. We must let the work pay off creatively first and financially second. There is no getting through. All must be savored, squeezed for all appreciation. Said the life experts. So there is an impetus to make this ever the more real, to be ever the more genuine examples of right living. Which makes one realize how far, and in which ways, one is from that objective.

Still, everything about what I do is appealing to me. I have always been crazy for metaphysics and enlightened beings and mystics and magi of all kinds. I’ve been a ridiculous myth-lete since aged ten when I sew curtains into ceremonial robes and incantated to Dionysus. Now I sometimes stay in a stateroom named for the god, whom I portrayed, quite convivially, in a murder mystery no less. You can’t make it up. And that’s the point—we get glimpses of grace because, well, that’s all we can probably handle, but more to the point: Grace is infinite, by nature. It belongs to the sign of the Water Bearer, that ruled by Uranus named for the god of the infinite Universe.

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The thing people probably know least about us is that we’ve had an extensive background in many facets of fashion and design. People think of us as writers full-stop but it isn’t the full story by a long-shot.

Fresh out of college we moved (back) to Paris, having met on a junior year abroad two years prior. We worked, respectively, as a stylist’s assistant and an editorial assistant at giant, glossy, eighties magazines based there, infiltrating big fashion shows and otherwise dancing on tables or with slinky, asymetrically bare-breasted revelers at clubs.

Two years later in New York City, where we have always, in some manner, though oft infrequently, remained, we were an a respective junior buyer at Bergdorf Goodman and an assistant editor at Avenue magazine. Soon we respectively became a designer at a hot, new sportswear company and a magazine editor, fashion and entertainment writer. (Both also actors). Then we respectively became a consultant for top-name designers and a fashion-TV producer, top-newspsper and glossy magazine feature writer. (Writing horoscope features and columns, ultimately, under our current moniker.) We did fashion and celebrity PR; we wrote ad copy for design magazines. On the strength of our bylines, we were regular “fashion expert” contributors to top in-store magazines with caché.

Though we already had a book deal for Sextrology, it didn’t stop us from taking the tandem/shared job, each of us given the title Executive Editor, at Wallpaper magazine in London. We continued playing fashion experts when asked, while the esoteric brand took off. We had a design clause worked into our book contract such that we could steer the design of the cover and inside art work. All was done to our very precise specifications.

We found we had a burning desire to translate our work with symbols and imagery into an elegant high-end line of jewelry. We barely put the word out there when we had partners and made a giant splash with our original collection. Ten years later we are doing it on our own steam which has brought such joy to my life. Having something tangible to play with again feels so necessary, and it is a fulfilling means via which to channel aesthetic creativity so very akin to our writing and consultancy work.

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We were recntly asked a series of six questions by an author with a webiste about other authors. I thought I’d share some of those thoughts here with you (in fact I’m writing the responses here so they can double as my next nine Blagues.

Here is question one:

People have reactions across the spectrum to their astrological sign, from fascination to disbelief. But everyone is interested in sex. You’ve combined a knowledge of the zodiac with a curiosity as to behavioural patterns. That seems to come from an understanding of people.

We like to watch. Seriously, our shared interest and ultimate immersion in astrology all began with observation. Beginning in our student days, we noticed that men and women of the same sign were, often, very, different from each other. Such that, as an expression of our own brand of humanistic astrology, we consider the Zodiac to have twenty-four gender signs. Still, unlike work with priviate individual clients, successfully writing on the subject of general sun-sign astrology requires exposing specific elements of truth about each of the signs. Over decades of observation we have discerned twenty-four distinct archetypes, under which we all in turn fall, and wherein we share, with other fellows of our sign, more than meets the eye. Obvious traits in appearance and beheavior unite folks under the aegis of their sign; while there are deeper, more metaphysical motivators at play. You can’t escape your archetype, we say, and we credit the symbolically Zodiac with offering infinite insights into we the people born under them. And our archetypes don’t get checked at the bedroom door: Sex and sexuality are important elements of personhood and so, in our philosophy, our signs likewise determine our intimate predispositions and proclivities.

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And even more a knowledge of archetypes. Sextrology, your exceptional bestseller, is far more than A-goes-with-B-but-leave-C-well-alone. It is erudite, witty and draws on a range of concepts, examples, mythology, symbols and well-known icons. It feels full of stories?

We conceived Sextrology to function on a number of levels simultaneously. The Sex- in the title was meant to signify gender first and sexuality second.. We definitely wanted to get our original starry philosophy out there, and really build an argument. But we wanted to temper the more academic suppositions with a supple, straightfoward style. It isn’t your granny’s astrology. We like to think we read like lively, heady dinner party conversation, at turns serious and sophticated and funny, comparative in sociology, religion and literature, weaving myths and fairy tales and pop references into something approaching seamless. We want to tickle funny bones as well as challenge minds on the subject. Not to mention have a little stylistic fun with the erotic bits.

We are all all full of stories. And, for some reason we can’t fully understandthe those born under the same sign do share a similar plot. Be it real, metaphorical or metaphysical. As we continue to trace the myths and legends of multiple archetypal figures associated with any particular sign, these stories do serve, in many ways, as parrables for those born under it.

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In addition to the book, you have written regular astrological columns and advised some A-list celebrities. Everyone seems in awe of your accuracy and insight. How did you develop your expertise?

Through constant practice of our craft and continued exercise of our intuition. Yes, a large marjority of our clients hail from the entertainment, art and fashion industries. As a team we bring different talents to the table. Astrology is a language of symbols and the distinct arrangements of the planets in the various signs and astrological houses. The overall pattern they form, in a person’s astrological charts, speaks volumes on their personality. There are upwards of eighty-four schools of astrology. We are humanistic astrologers. And we center on helping clients make the most of their potential, providing them tools for negotiating their would-be patterns and pitfalls. We all have them. We work on our craft and the technique of interpretation, focusing on the here and now with our clients; while allowing for occasional, as we say, “off the page” flashes of psychic insight.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Frozen

Libra 4° (September 26)

Woke up at 1AM. This is not a typo. Watched yet another entire season of yet another show, thinking I would fall back but this did not happen. So I just got up and started working, cleaning, going to the dump. I was up so late last night too, which means I had about two hours sleep. I precooked a whole bunch of food and then made myself delicious tofu steaks with miso, ginger, carrot and scallion. So at least I don’t have to pull much kitchen duty today. The Cape is more crowded than I ever remember it being in September. The people are pushy and awful—so many New York and Connecticut plates—even going to the dump is a stresser. But I am not letting any of it get me down. Countdown to my birthday I am truly going to enjoy this coming year and by focusing on wellness first. I feel I am truly ready to do this, and when I say this I mean: I’ve really lived and let live and now I’m fully back in my school shoes. And I have shortened the amount of time that I need to stay chained to a desk. In fact I shall not be chained. I will work for five hours in the morning and have a late breakfast, and then the rest of the day can be for other things, many of which I have in works. I wrote out some more ideas on the tv front but also on the wiki project. It’s an ongoing thing. S. returned and we unpacked groceries cracked some birthday wine and I made a delicious mean of ginger salmon and spicy haricot verts. I have been all about the food these last couple of days and I see nothing wrong in that. There is a lot below so have a good time reading.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 896-900. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

I honestly feel sometimes, as we likely all do,  as if I’m born under an unlucky star. I would much rather have no opportunities than false ones, dangled in front of me, getting my hopes up only to have them dashed. I didn’t ask for the great assistance I was supposedly being given. It was offered. And I suppose I’m supposed to feel bad for having waited patiently for six months while people mull over the proposed work I handed over to them, only to have some great conference call, long-awaited, being just one more Unfortunately….

The whole reason I left the business of managers and lawyers and agents who lie for a living was so I didn’t have to feel this way. But the most incredible seeming opportunity lands in your lap, an offer really, let’s be frank. So you say okay. And then half a year later it’s turned into an excuse to wield some power of rejection. I never asked for it in the first place. People are freaking sadistic they really are. And what? I’m supposed to comfort myself with some belief in karma that they’ll get theirs? I’m not sure it works that way. Sometimes good things continue to happen to bad people. And this is exactly why I took myself out of the game: I am nobody’s reject. I am nobody’s victim of whim or avoidable circumstance. I decided long ago not to be led up some garden path. But you figure it’s such a close friend presenting you with the opportunity. And a very good friend indeed who shall remain so—not their fault. And what were we supposed to do? Say no to the opportunity. But how these things get turned around is beyond me. I just don’t want this sort of energy in my life as I did nothing to invite it. So I must just as easily let it fall to the wayside.

Meanwhile I’m mostly pissed off that I will lose another day to upset. I waited six months for a call to discuss the opportunity but instead the call was to dash it. Did not see that coming. And now I’m so upset I can’t even focus on the work that is at hand. My own work. The work nobody assigns me. The work I do for myself. Because I am a self-sufficient person who has never been really worked for anyone nor been on any kind of assistance nor had anyone give me any handouts. I have been working a job since I’m fourteen years old. And, like my father once said in the handful of praiseful things I remember him saying: “you live by your wits”. He meant that as a compliment.

Oh well live and learn; this too shall pass; insert cliche here. At least now there is no sense of being beholden. And, as is my blessing/curse, I already see the bright side. But I’m bone weary of wear from this emotional running raggedness, which is only the result of sloth. Still that bright side of not feeling pressured or to owe anyone anything. I have what I need and to have more or less is a choice. I don’t owe you or anyone anything.

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Holy Crap. It’s been over 90 Blagues since I’ve written and (if you know me at all) I will hoe the tough road of filling in each and every one. I may “cheat a bit” but not really because I would only be cheating myself. I have to learn to love to write again. Today is actually Capricorn 12° not Libra 12° so, yeah, I’m 90 days and Blagues “behind”. So behind in fact that I hadn’t checked to see what it is I last wrote. Only to discover….no the fuck wonder I haven’t written this Blague in over 90 days. Holy Fawke. It was the day I learned of a certain rejection that sent me off this particular rail. However, in the meantime I did write an entire new show for performance and twelve year ahead horoscope books for 2018. Not to mention the fact I took a trip to Europe and I’m currently now on a boat somewhere off Grenada. Coriacou I think the island is called. So I now revist this Blague, full circle and will italicize new bits I’m writing whilst leaving unitalicized and bits and bobs I managed to quickly type into the word document I keep as home base for formulating my ideas before cutting and pasting them onto the site you’re reading. It is January 3, 2018 and I’m full of cautious intention. Last year I spent that first whole full week of 2017 writing a book proposal which has not seen any real light of day. I am actually “giving myself another year” to accomplish that which I wanted to see take root last year. Come March 20 I will start my fourth? fifth? year of Blague. (I’ll find out which and get back to you) and I have plans on that score as well. Anyway the following bit is what I had as a placeholder here for this day, October 12, 2017:

Russell Brand has been working his book tour. The title of the book is Recovery subtitled Freedom from Addictions. Okay where to begin. I like Russell (and not just because I hear he is a fan of our work). But because he has an astounding way of communicating and a extraordinary breadth of knowledge on which he draws. I don’t really know his comedy but I will call him a genius, a word I reserve for reals (many people say that but throw that word around wantonly). He has a genius mind. You see it in the way it works. And yet, hmmmm. Many celebrities have been and are in recovery. They keep it personal and don’t exploit it. And along comes Gemini Russell Brand who is genius at expressing himself and, in this case, reinterpreting the twelve steps for…the masses?

Now I have always thought that it shouldn’t be something to capitalize upon—ones own recovery—but I guess if anyone can pull it off he can. Everyone I know who has read the book loves it. I might get around to reading it myself this year.

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I was looking forward to the upcoming trip: I don’t know what’s on my mind but I know I have to get the costumes ready for the Scotland party. People typically speak in present tense when recalling a past dream. If I were to look back on this week on a calendar, I would see that on October six, I was in New York, staying at the Marlton, meeting clients, days after Stella performed her show, Birth of the American Baroness, at Dixon Place.

It was very warm in early October, I was reeling from some events that entwined personal feelings with professional aims, mainly thwarted. I was happy to be in New York and even happier to have a bit of time to myself to sort out sadder feelings and indulge more desirious ones, which is always fun. It is always a balancing act for we Libras for whom certain enlightenment always comes at a cost, be it material or friendly relational.

I was so proud of Stella for putting on yet another grand incarnation of her piece and was so happy that synchronicity brought her good friend Griet from Belgium to NYC for that night by gum. Also in the house were new friends who flew down from Toronto and a heartwarming array of fellow performers, mainly women, who came out to show support. We ended up in our hotel suite with the Toronto pals dancing into the wee hours. So much fun, but not so much the next day when having to drive back to Massachusetts. Funny to think that just three weeks later we would be on a flight to London. I had a dozen ebooks to prepare for publication. But mainly, as I recall, I worked with clients and took daily beach walks—all October was beautiful—collecting debris for our party constumes.

(Note: That which is in ital is being written at a much later date then when this above Blague was originally meant to appear. That which is unitalicized were notes I jotted at the actual time to trigger me into writing something on that day. Over 90 days total went by where I didn’t publish Blagues. I’m guessing that some time late January 2018 I might “catch up” to myself.)

Working on Gemini book on the weekend. Found out Stella went to high school with Johni Marchinko which is a really fun name. And speaking of “Will & Grace” there have been good and bad episodes, back to back; but on the whole the show is on the up. It’s fast and furious. Rosario’s death was so sad and so funny.

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Book writing is something I have always had mixed feelings about. It is one of the hardest things a person can do and I feel the all-too-familiar pain in my viscera even speaking about it. One must devise a way to begin; and so I think it best to just begin, now, as the ball is rolling, that is to say be writing a book at all moments. I should not wait to start writing. The Cosmic Blague this year will focus on a fortnight per gender sign, as I read through Sextrology and share my insights. Almost like a radio and/or podcaster. Wait a minute, I could do a bi-weekly podcast and discuss my findings. I could make a schedule. Surfing how to set up a podcast goes to the top of the to-do list.

I can promise you, Self, that we are nearly so-called caught up to ourSelves and feeling the creative juices flowing. Why just this morning at 3:33 you were thinking a myriad things, while lying awake in the cold Cape Cod dark; for instance, how the term content creator can be read two ways. Making that a mantra moving forward. It’s actually February 4, 2018 so it’s fun to stumble upon the previous paragraph written this actual day in Libra, to find yourself doing something you’d have hoped you would. And, anyway, we are damned good writers and good thinkers and we want to make spirits bright. I know that sounded like the title of a Christmas show, but I have so much better than ever a one for this year’s performance.

Typing italically can be quite liberating, sometimes in the moment; especially when you’re in the mood or mode for the sound of the words and their placement to be a pleasing thing, your fingers just typing all the letters, errorlessly, into the white space in a flow of rhythm. Fun. It’s Sunday and I’ve been teatotalling and otherwise treating myself like a new-born baby, to which one must be wont. It’s a good time of year for it. But let’s reflect back on this actual day, Libra 15°, early October, Stella Starsky performed at Dixon Place, and we returned to Cape Cod for two weeks time before our four weeks away in the UK and France. We were collecting marine debris from the Wellfleet beaches and working them into costumes we were to wear at a fancy dress party in Scotland just post Halloween. I wasn’t dealing well with the social clime, neither am I still. Now, though, I feel the stemming tide.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

Slim Pickins

Libra 3° (September 25)

Yesterday I did manage to get some sun with a little help from my friend sesame oil, which makes you go a nutty brown. I never seem to get burnt wearing it and yet I feel as if my skin cooks for days afterward. Probably courting cancer, but who isn’t. The wiki needs to be simple: Starsky + Cox are authors, astrologers, consultants, performing artists, producers and creative directors. The wife-and-husband team are “Stella Starsky” Lynne Corbett (born December 27, 1963) and “Quinn Cox” William Leone (born September 28, 1963). They have authored three major book publications and their works have been….oh it’s all such a bore and nothing we haven’t said before but I do want to get some of this stuff into works. I am awfully tired after not sleeping night after night. Also I don’t understand this new development of hatred being heaped in the direction of our friend across the pond; or rather I do understand that she credited some store that ends up selling truly anti-community merchandise which she couldn’t have known. Then again, one has to be so careful. I don’t get a lot these days. We actually have a president saying he’s not leaving power. And the media just reports on it like it’s normal Why are they burning down their anchor sets? I really can’t handle this anymore. I need to fly away but our wings are clipped. I think that wall wasn’t to keep others out it was to keep us in. I am getting really good at not being lonely I can tell you that. I don’t understand how people carry on like nothing is happening. I can’t believe that even high school friends I’ve invested in and had to stay are completely m.i.a., everyone is so freaking selfish. I have stopped texting people just to see if that might trigger them to text me. Nope.

So I am no longer bearing the burden of keeping friendships alive. They can all fall by the wayside as far as I’m concerned. I will alnd eventually on another shore where people are more caring and less about their own stuff. It truly is a joke. Anyway it will be nice to just keep my head down and get things done without having to care about anyone else for awhile. I was thinking I’ll do my solar return chart for the year and treat myself as if I am my first and best client, because, really, I am. I know you are probably thinking gee whiz the person has a lot of negative things to say about friendships, and I can see where you get that from; but honestly for the first time in my life I truly don’t care. I have always worked too hard on relationships I know realize. And I think folks got used to me doing all the heavy lifting of thinking well he’ll always be here because he is always the one that keeps the bonds up. Well guess again. I am no longer having my shows of affection being taken for granted.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 891-895. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Rut Roh, There were no posts worth repasting here.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

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The Start of Something Big

Libra 2° (September 24)

Every scene is marked by the calendar year Virgo 3° etc, Two counselors are having a bit of a “heated debate” over what went down the night before. These counselors rely heavily on astrology—they allude to argumentative points from the night before and is alternately cutting and conciliatory and compassionate, critiquing the previous night’s circumsance. We learn all we need to know about nearly everything about their entire relationship—all the time they are preparing for an appointment with precision. And then the switch into performative mode with the client online. They have an appointment with and in their conversation with client we reveal more about the counselors as we do maybe flash back scenes to us at a young age in the eighties or nineties. What might be clear is that in the end with new ideas we may never be for a loss of words. Even the music moving from originals to remakes (I think this is meant to help with the flashbacks. Thinking of last episode Six Feet Under wverything is resolved for bad or good. The move from disarray to fulfillment. Enlightenment is had. We resolve the main 24 characters of which Bronsky + Fox might be two, everything resolves to a logical good despite any bad circumsntace. Falshbacks in every sense have zodiac time signatures. There are flashbacks for everyone? There are 24 main characters of the different signs. We might use the chapter atitles as episode titles introduce an episode or at least all 24 in first 8 episodes, each introducing at least 3 characters. A show that deasl with the cosmic signation? Signagure? Of synchronicity and the notion that we are all connected. 

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 886-890. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Okay, so we’ve arrived at Pisces, ruled by Neptune, the planet of dissolution, named for the god of the sea, the planet of non-material existence. And yes we have gotten to the point of the story where someone has “died” only to show up a few days later sporting some spiffy stigmata.

But not only has he not died but now apparently nobody else who believeth in him will either, which is neat. Pisces’ motto is I believe. Belief precedes proof. Science has now proven that all existence is really non-material, that matter is just dense energy. And that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Something the ancient Zodiac seemed to know along. So none of us are really going anywhere. The point is moot. Immaterial.

We simply pass beyond the veil of illusion, through Salome’s seven colored scarves, over the RoyGBiv to Oz or Nirvana—Kurt Cobain was/is a Pisces—the immaterial universe being right here all the time. Pisces’ opposite facing fish portray the two-way street of birth and death, in limbo or utero—the name of a Nirvana album—Pisces being the mutable-water sign, the primordial soup from whence we came and to which we return.

Jesus was a Pisces like James Taylor Lou Reed Kurt Cobain George Harrison and Victor Garber. The Jesus Fish. The Pisces fish are the totems of Aphrodite, called Mari, and her son Eros. Mari is Mary whose della robbia blue gown fringed in white is the sea fringed with foam. Eros was at once the oldest of all the gods and yet an eternal babe. Kurt Cobain, Eros is Love. Jesus is Love. Energetic Love. Spiritual Love. That which connects us all. Close your eyes. Imagine, believe, that you are pure energy, letting your notions of matter dissolve. And feel yourself, as molecules, as atoms, as protons, as neutrons, hadrons, quarks, as pure energy, sharing the same primordial soup as the rest of us.

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Fine And Dandy

Libra 1° (September 23)

The Wiki project has to be something that shall begin the weekend workshop. I am supposed to wrote (supposed supposing that the voice in my head is not me perhaps instead I should say “chose to” and dispel any notions of a fractured mind. It’s weird when you’re on your own, sunning yourself, having that Aperol spritz, I mentioned I would eventually have, post Labor day with so many thoughts swimming. I lost a little weight. I have been binge watching some good and crap app shows. Ryan Murphy is a hack, the title of yesterday’s post being an allusion to that, but I quite liked the second season of Sexual Education which I have to say I found moving much of the time. The premise is pretty stupid and, as is often the case, they’ve moved away from the trope, but are still toying with it a bit. They may have to shut down the whole teenage sex counselor thing. Anyway moving on to the good stuff below.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 881-885. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

So we’re superimposing the Zodiac against the Christ story. Not a sentence you hear every day. And against the bible itself. Cancer is the Flood Exodus. Leo is Kings, and Virgo is Job—a real piece of work. A broken figure. But that’s where the light gets in! Hold that thought! After Virgo/Job comes Libra/Psalms which is made up of poems, songs, prayers. If Virgo is function, then Libra is design. It’s conceptual. The Scales are the only inanimate sign. Libra is cardinal-airLight, enlightening, beautiful principles, ideas, and aesthetics, ruled by Venus on the astral plane. Its archetypes are Astrea and Apollo, the god of light and all abstracts like order, reason, prophesy, poetry, music.

The seventh sign, seven notes to “the scales:. Apollo plays the lyre; and Psalms is lyrical, it’s lyrics, choir parts, actually, with directions like “light incense here”. Hello! They’re spells! The projection of thought forms. Inanimate but alive? Apollo is an oracular god and his high priestesses are white witches. So are Libra people on their infamous soap boxes. But we all must stand for some thing! Do you?

How about equality, democracy, liberty? Libra’s mottos I balance and We are, both champion harmony—the seventh house is that of relationships, “marriage” contracts, social ones especially. That navel-gazing conscience of Virgo now becomes a social conscience in Libra. And where the sign’s so-called opposite, Aries, is about that warrior Mars, Libra is a propenent of peace. But to be a proponent for peace means becoming something a warrior for others.

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For all Libra’s goodness and light, Scorpio is dubious of appearances and must dig below the surface. If Libra is the glaring light of consciousness Scorpio is the deep, dark unconscious.

Its ruler Pluto is god of the underworld. It’s the fixed-water sign, symbolic ice, crystals, gems wrought by subterranean heat and pressure, a metaphor for the subconscious where deep meaning lies. From poetic Psalms to wise Proverbs we’ve left Libra’s gleaming pulpit of to delve our own inner depths and the subversive, hidden elements of society.

We all really must make an effort to uncover what’s going on—in here—and out there. Societies, like people, are only as sick as their secrets and not to go all conspiracy theory on your ass but there’s lots we don’t know. Pluto in his cloak of invisibility, is also god of riches. Plutocracy.

One Scorpio motto is I desire. Desires are subconscious, seeming to exist in spite of ourselves. Gems buried alive in our psyches calling to be exhumed. Treasure guarded by inner dragons of fear, shame—repressed power that must be unleashed lest it consume us! Regenerative power. Scorpio does rules the genitalialalala. We have is another sign motto. It’s our urge to merge through sex or psychic possession… Or joint banking. The eight house is that of other people’s money. Sex, sleep, death: where we merge with each other, the unconscious, and the infinite. Eight is the lemniscate the symbol of infinity. Cause and effect…

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So, last we saw Jesus, he returned from his Cancerian jaunt into the mystic landing a lush Leo life as King of Kings, performing Virgo alchemy and healing, spouting poetic parables from his Libra pulpit, wrestling personal demons of Scorpio desire, emerging rather changed, like Gandalf post Balrog, waxing ecstatically philosophical.

Enter the mutable-fire sign of Sagittarius ruled by Jupiter, named for the uber god of lightning, fire in the sky, triggering altered states of genius or madness. Either way a bit touched. Jupiter’s wife Juno, too, is blindingly radiant, a terrible wound but a gift of second sight. Sadge’s motto is I see, our vision being most expansive. Jupiter is growth, optimism, liberation, excess. (Sagittarius rules the liver.) And the thigh from which Jupiter gave birth to wild child Dionysus. The orgiastic god of wine, the ancient drug of choice for blowing ones mind, forging a stream between Libra consciousness and Scorpion unconscious.

Though you don’t need hooch to do so you must continue to blow your own minds, to expand your superelastic bubble brains with exposure to the exotic, the extreme, extrinsic exhultant. Education from the Latin Ex to draw out. Knowledge is power and Jupiter and Juno are gods of it!

Dionysus, with his pinecone septor, the pineal gland, the third eye, is the precursor of Jesus whose following spreads like wildfire in a purple haze. Superstar! Break on through. Light my fire. Are you experienced? Have you read the Ecclesiastes meaning “the big picture”? How about Blake? he’s a Sag? The Beat Poets? The Doors of Perception?

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Sagittarius—excess—run amok is then restricted, contained by Saturn-ruled Capricorn whose motto is I use, that is to say I don’t waste, I save. Jesus Saves. Capri-corn, the goat horn of plenty, is all resource. Capricorn is cardinal-earth, the mountain with its natural resevoirs. We go to the mountain to receive god’s commandments, rules, restrictions—designed to help others rise up spiritually. The sign rules the bones and skin, structure and containment. And for some strange reason God tells Moses build your tabernacle from goat hair. Mo-hair.

Jesus, his own crowds of downtrodden people overflowing, delivers his sermon on the mount once sacred to goat god Ba’al. This leads to his arrrest, his containment and, well.. Capricorn MLK delivered his I’ve Been to the Mountaintop speech and the next day…Tragedy. The word derives from the Greek tragodia—am I pronouncing that right?—meaning Goat Song. The scapegoat saves us by riddding us of excess sin, baggage. Do Capricorn people tend to be scape-goated? Sure. Yes but as you say we are mainly self-sacrificing—I’d climb to the nearest mountain and take the hit if I could take out that orange orangu…Now now now…

But your point is well taken. We all must ask ourselves for what are we willing to do? How much YOU willing to sacrifice, and for WHAT CAUSE for the good of all people. Saturn rules Capricorn. In myth he’s the old deposed king, cut down. His emblem is the sycthe, the sickle, the grim reaper, old father time. At pagan Solstice the young Oak King vanquishes the old Holly King, Saturn, Santa.We make our Capricorn New Year’s resolutions, sacrifices. Out with the old. And though the Zodiac traces the Christ-mas story, there’s no way Jesus was born under the sign of Capricorn. Sure he was born near the new year when we had a ten month calendar.

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Let’s move onto Aquarius. Knowing he’s being scapegoated, what would Jesus do? Throw a dinner party? Yes! Performing a bit of transsub-stantiation—turning bread into flesh, wine into blood, that holy grail, the Aquarian “water bearer” of everlasting life. In Greek myth, the cup bearer, Hebe, pours the nectar that ensures the gods’ youthful immortality. John the Baptist too bears the baptismal waters of everlasting life. He, the lone voice in the wilderness, alienated, outcast, a madman, the weirdo on the shortbus who’s really just ahead of his time. Well we know how alienating being a progressive can be!

Jesus, too, feels he’ll be thrice denied and, when it comes to it, that even god has forsaken him. But Aquarius fixed-air is a point of light. A star. The Star in the Tarot depicts the Waterbearer. It surely does. It’s our true north. Truth. Revelation. Aquarius’ motto is I know. We can’t tell you how to have a revelation, but it will come in the eleventh hour if you’ve done all you can do. The eleventh house that of the future. Revelation gives you a glimpse. It’s also the house of humanity into whose arms you might fall. A trust exercise. Opposing Leo, the Sun, Aquarius is our own distant star to which we may return. Jesus’ last words may well have been beam me up. Feeling oh so alone.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

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Ratched

Libra 0° (September 21 + 22)

S is off to Maine and I am trying to keep the work going. Spoke to the lawyer about farmer fuckhead; also read that boring Ian the riot act. No more fucks to give doesn’t even cover it. I have let people treat me poorly, why? I think I was always taking the position that I was rising above, which I was, but that is lost on creepy people. Much better to just completely bar them from my life. I think I will get a lot of work done but I’ll probably just spend five days watching every possible show, cooking, cleaning and drinking the last Aperol spritzes of the season.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 876-880. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

By contrast, Taurus is all about union—with other. Unlike objective Mars ruled Aries, Taurus is subjective ruled by alluring Venus goddess of beauty inviting the beholder.

It is the fixed-earth sign. Think of a garden Eden. A flower appealing to our senses, which are ruled by Taurus, along with the throat and voice. The pastoral flower gods and nymphs are archetypes of the sign, emanations of innocence which incite temptation—a garden theme.

Taurus’ motto is I have, parenthetically (what you want). The second house of Taurus is that of our talents, assets and value all of which draws others to us. Taurus people tend to be loaded with talent. Yeah they’re full of it. But we all must take inventory of our talents and assets and cultivate them, as one would a garden, which means every day.

The shift from I am to I have is reflected in the Christmas story. First the birth then the adoration. That whole magi nativity scene. I think the adoration would have lasted the whole of his childhood actually—remember Jesus had a Jewish mother. True.

Never mind he was lain in a manger. From the French manger to eat. A cow’s eating trough. Taurus the Bull. Bovine imagery symbolizing idol worship from golden calf to sacred cow. I could just eat him up. Later you’ll have a wafer. Taurus rules the appetite, the gullet. Taurus is about creating hunger—being consumed by other. Consumate talent! The Taurus brand of spirituality involves being swept up in some sensual rapture. This song by a Taurus who rechristened himself with the Latin name for G.V.

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Bono is the Johnny Galecki of Rock Stars. Ventriliquist dummy. If Aries is self and Taurus other than Gemini is interaction. If Aries is big-bang creation and Taurus Eden the Gemini is the Fall resulting from consciousness—the sign’s motto is I Think—duality knowledge of good and evil, right wrong, mortality-immortality. Gemini is mutable air, the buzzy electric ether of thoughts and information.

Mercury, named for the buzzy, eternally adolescent street-wise god of commerce and communication rules the sign. He is the messenger, the word of god, the logos. Yet he’s a trickster and psychopomp, one who travels freely from the heights of heaven to the depths of Hades. Just like our minds. Right. Gemini people can be the most vivid mixed messengers. But we all create our own heaven or hell via our thoughts and speech. Try, try to go an hour, let alone a day without saying or thinking anything negative.

Mercury is god of the literal crossroads namesake markets and merchants, petty thieves, deal-makers, buskers, artful dodgers, streetwalkers and of the figurative crossroads—our choices, our messaging. Gemini rules our breath and nerves, neural pathways and pathologies. How we’re wired in childhood, adolesence, the dominion of the third house along with our immediate surroundings. Jesus is a product of the streets and the rabble were his first followers in his own adolescence. He stayed on message. Down to the gutter up to the glitter. Gemini subscribes to a soaring sense of spirituality one which easily forgives our petty antics, our own divinity being written in the stars and, like code into our neural nets.

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Gemini, a sign that is no stranger to soaring genius and personal fall. Present company excepted. And what ultimately follows the Fall but the Flood. So too is mutable-air Gemini followed by Cancer, cardinal-water. When our atmosphere gets too fraught storm clouds gather and release, rains and rising rivers. It’s a purge.

Water symbolizes emotion and Cancer’s motto is I Feel. The mystical Mother Moon rules Cancer, the tides and her namesake moods. The mind may play tricks but feelings never lie. Cancer rules the gut as well as the chest and breastesses. Our intuition and our ability to nurture, ourselves foremost. The flood myth is a metaphor for recovery—Noah was a drunk—which we are all in all the time. Cancer people often start life feeling at sea, ultimately finding and securing safe harbor, which is an inside job. And we typically have to leave, to lose ourselves to find ourselves. The 4th astrological house is that of both the home we come from and the one we create for ourselves. Passage, deliverance, promise, hope, which floats. At this point in “the story” we lose track of Jesus, post adolescence he’s off, somewhere, the theory being, to study mysticism in the east. A study abroad. Mysticism is defined as spiritual knowledge that is inexessible to the intellect, gained through intuition. Feelings. We’re not doing that.

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We all must feel and purge, cardinal-water cartharsis delivering us “home” where the heart is. Leo—fixed-fire—is the flaming sacred heart and hearth, the center, like its ruler Sun, of our being. Feelings move us but Leo passion sustains us and makes us whole.

The 5th house is that of creativity among other things. Like love affairs. When we embrace our creative passion—or fall in love—its as if the Sun shines on us. The Sun is a star and the 5th house is achieving our own stardom. Having a love affair with life! If the Moon is mother: nurture, the Sun father: authority and authorship. King Arthur creating his sphere of influence—the round table is a Sun symbol.

The 5th house is the love we give and “co-creation with god.” To love others or our creations, be they real or “brain” children, is to be as god, creator as well as a creature. Leo people are—God complexed? I was going to say fiercely loving but yeah. The sign’s motto is I will, which is both a command and pledge. People say I can’t find love. I tell them Love is a noun not a verb. Just do it. Or get a hobby.

Jesus realizes he is both son and father and he gets into the whole starring co-creative role, drawing on his patrilineage down from King David, the Jewish Arthur, surrounding himself, like the Sun, with his twelve apostles. It’s the honeymoon phase, the halcyon days of the Christ-mas story. Feeling sanguine and soverign. And maybe he did have an affair with Mary Magdelene or the transgendered Apostle, or both. A love affair for the ages. LOVE is our apotheosis. In loving we are wholly divine. Eternally yours,

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Yes well, in some ways every sign serves as a remedy to the excesses of the previous sign. So we see Virgo, the sign of humility, follows Leo, which is given to excess pride—a term we use for pack of lions. Now…

Virgo’s ruler is in dispute. Traditionally it’s Mercury. Yet some say it’s Chiron, once a planet that was pummeled by asteroids and disabled; some say the as yet undiscovered Vulcan. All make sense but what’s ironic and fitting is that we don’t have the whole story, pieces are missing. In myth, we do know that Mercury, Chiron, Vulcan were all healers.

Vulcan or Greek Hephaestus is the potter god, the smithy god, an alchemist and a healer. All this substantial change befitting Virgo the mutable-earth sign. Hephaestus is lame god, a humbled being who channels his disability into work and service to gods and men alike— I work and I serve are Virgo’s two mottos—in his workshop making all manner of tools, weaponry even robots! Virgo rules the digestive system. The symbol Virgin is about to ingest a sheaf of seaded grain. Digestion metes out nutrient from detritus. Digestion is a also metaphor for our conscience, our own little workshop where we fix what’s broken inside and work it all out, what then guides our attitudes and behaviors as we negotiate life’s imperfections which can be humbling.

This next song was written by a Virgo who is coming to grips with loss—a truly human experience that takes time to digest—and is trying to heal.

Poor old Hephaestus really is the god of the human condition. He knows first hand that our reactions to loss, pain, suffering, disappointment can go either way. It can give rise to virtue or to vice. Out of clay, he sculpted Pandora who, with her infamous little box, brought all virtue and vice into the world. She is the vessel, correlating to Mary Magdalene, the vestal virgin, the sacred harlot.

Our conscience is our moral mechanism for digesting, discerning between virtue and vice. And in processing hardship, we do undergo an alchemical change, the baser elements of self being burned away in Hephaestus’s kiln. Let’s hope. We are working the eternal flame of Leo, now, into a forge of self-compassion, becoming purified in the fire of our own being. That’s the virgin purity bit!

We are all works in progress, being sculpted by experience. Our own suffering should help us focus on what’s important in life and make us more functional. Werk. Being humbled should inspire us to help others with their own struggles Serve. Now was it Jesus said about the meek…..? Yeah.

Oh, and as a side note, Stella fronted two cover bands in my life, the original bands of which were both led by Virgos: a Till Tuesday cover band called CU Next Tuesday. And a Pretenders cover band called The Pretenders.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

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Marchons

Virgo 29° (September 20)

There is plenty to read below so I’m just going to say that today is going to be super low key. We will have delicious tuna tacos later and have some laughs and try to forget for a day what we are in store for with RBG having passed. Dark times people and they will get darker before they turn light. If there is a god we will get some kind of reprise. 

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 871-875. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

So Olivia de Havilland is 101 and change. It’s 2017. She was born in 1916. Let’s round down and say she’s been around 100 years. Eleanor of Aquitaine was born in 1122, roughly 900 years ago. 1122 was only nine Olivia de Havillands. The dark ages were just nine Olivia de Havillands ago. We went from living by the light of torches sleeping under animal skins around fires to cell phones and the internet and satellites and remote probes sent out into the far reaches of the solar system in just nine Olivia de Havillands. Jesus was only twenty Olivia de Havillands ago. Our history is so short and we think we’ve come so far, and in many ways we have.

Woke up today at 3:15. I should be gearing up for late nights instead I’m getting up earlier than farmers do. I suppose I’m worried or rather I am experiencing something that has taken the place of worry, a sort of resigned laziness and unwillingness to go the extra mile but instead let sleeping dogs lie. Let the chips all fall where they may. I made my to-do list and I’ll just have to work it and see what happens.

We will perform our holiday show at Joe’s Pub again this Christmastime. I got my dates rather late from the venue and it’s tricky getting band together on what is a bit of short notice for the sought-after musicians we work with. To make it easier on our musical director, especially, I’m going to go back through the annals and see what songs in our repetoire can be resurrected. I will make that a priority in the coming weeks. The concept of our shows now is on the theme of: The Twelve Signs of….(fill in the blank), in this case Christams, Solstice, Winter, etc. But we can be loose. Indeed we are about to get a whole bunch looser.

Last night I did a Google search of “Afterglow 2017” and this page came up for a nearby resort here in Provincetown that was claiming to have a partnership with us and were thus advertising using our name as a promotion code, the whole nine yards. I wrote them and they were not at all contrite nor very apologetic, in fact they seemed vicitimized to have been accused. Don’t you just love with perps act like the injured party? I know I do.

It’s time to be funny a little bit more all the time. I think I’ll try that as my mantra.

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The first artist up this year at Afterglow is Phoebe Legere. I first met Phoebe in 1988. I was working at Avenue magazine’s tabloid called On The Avenue, while also editing a new downtown DV8* (one might even call it a zine nowadays) and I knew this publicist that was launching film Mondo New York which starred, among others like Joey Arias, Rick Aviles, Ann Magnuson, Karen Finley, Lydia Lunch and Phoebe.

Phoebe was also working on The Toxic Avenger Part 2 at the time. Anyway I interviewed Phoebe, who was determined to tell me that she was way more Mayflower stock than Roxanne Pulitzer, who I had also interviewed (for some reason); anyway Phoebe got me an extra part in the Avenger film which entailed standing around with a bunch of other weirdos down in some marble-lobbied building near Wall Street. I was wearing precious little that much I know—we (the extras) were supposed to be assembled minions of evil or something. There was a lot of hammy snarling.

I contacted Phoebe and had her come to Provincetown in the summer of 2014 for a one-off on-season series but that was a bust, not just for Phoebe, but for everybody. I’m excited that World of Wonder has become a Sponsor that is great news. Everything old is new again.

We had our opening party and dinner last night. I wish people who say they’re coming to things would actually show up. We ended up being half the amoutn of people last night for the dinner portion and the amazing chef/owner Raina, at Baie, put out quite a spread. Honestly I could eat it all again. I can’t even begin to say how delicious the food was.

We are staying in a condo in Provincetown, an old house divided into many untis, a word I never want to use again. I don’t know who in their right mind would spend money to live in such tiny cramped quarters as these. It’s a joke honestly. I’m sitting outside right now on a “porch” and just behind my head is someone else’s porch and they’re outside right now as well. Without looking around, I can hear the sound of a measuring tape, the metal sliding in and out and stepping back. I would have OCD if I lived in a tiny condo. Obviously this person needs to measure to fit or build something. That’s all people do here in P-town is measure and build it seems. I can tell you how big it is, Queen, without looking: Small.

So yeah tiny turnout for the party. Meager ticket sales. A dearth of fundraising this year. Even my close friends who typically pony up have ignored the group emails to Dear Friends that have gone out. I don’t know. It’s the law of diminishing returns. Am I secretly done with trying to make this thing happen—saving Provincetown’s theatrical and performance heritage by running this non-profit—I think I might have to be.

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Two weeks ago today we opened the seventh annual Afterglow Festival in Provincetown and I lost the thread with the Blague because it took every moment of my time and every atom of my energy. So again doing a bit of catch up here and I thought I might tell you a little tale of what we did. First our fundraising was down by about twenty thousand dollars oer last year which seriously impacted our abilities; however we did have quite a good turn out so we managed to break even. Friends had given us a place to stay but I have to tell you it wasn’t comfortable; and our old realtor (who found us places in Provincetown in the past) was our upstairs neighbor and started stomping around every morning at five am. By the end of the week I was a hot mess.

But the week did start out great with a fun party and a great dinner at a friend’s new restaurant which is my new favorite eatery in town. First night of shows went well. But audiences were low but in the end we did have two sold out performances which was a first. Despite the excitement in being in a new venue and the fact that many people “discovered” us for the first time in seven years, it is becoming increasingly difficult to pull this off. It is the law of diminishing returns in many ways and I think in order for us to do an eighth year it would have to be “the Afterglow to end all Afterglows” perhaps literally.

As I say I typically post about the artists each day but it was in many ways a disjointed festival. The artists used to share a spirit of community. Now they pretty much perform their own show and don’t see anybody else’s. And there is a photographer in town who always siphons off the talent to take photos of them so that he can put their images in a book and profit from them. He will schedule shoots during our shows. It’s just beyond.

If I am to do this again, I need big funding and I need to drain the swamp so to speak. Now that we live in such a polarized society, too, the type of artists I champion seem not to exist—that is to say I have carved out sacred space for those who aren’t big-ticket sellers (like the Broadway stars who people the stage on season) but the artists seem not to feel that they aren’t as financially valuable. “I need a guarantee of X.” Okay so the fact we’re paying you and traveling you and housing you and building audience for you in a place where nobody knows you is not enough?

I often tell clients that when they hit a paradox it is time to take note and close the circle and move on. Well the fact that people are now really turned on to the festival will not be a reason for me to continue. I cannot do it without support or money. And Provincetown has more reach people in it than ever before. I will give the people of Provincetown the chance to pony up and help just as the year begins. And if they don’t bite then the festival will…the dust.

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I ran into a former friend cum abuser. Well I didn’t quite; because, as I was sitting in a local restaurtant, he came waltzing in only to see us and flee. He is a mentally ill character so I do have sympathy for him. He was with friends who bolstered him back into the joint, no doubt reassuring him that they would protect him if we…. what?… attacked? Because you see he is so ill to have convinced others, gaslighter that he is, that we pose some kind of danger. Of course that’s not the real reason he fled. The real reason is he knows that we know the stories he’s spread about us and I guess he fears some kind of retaliation?

The only kind of retaliation I was able to mount was a poem of sorts, which I’ll spare you. Time goes by so quickly and it has now been years since I’ve spoken with this person. I will see mutual friends I haven’t seen in years who always seem shocked that I’m not wearing some kind of straightjacket and tinfoil hat. And I know that he’s gotten to them. It is really odd. On paper this person has everything—money, status, a certain fame—and yet he is the most miserable sod on the planet. Why do those things often go together?

If I were him I’d run too. But there is a lesson in this for me too. I have seemed to attract the crazies in my life. I’m sure it has everything to do with my upbringing, having been, in large part, raised by at least one wolf. So much drama in my family of origin and then poof, they’re gone. Why did you make me work so hard to cope with you all those years? Anyway, that is for my meditation or some shrink to absorb. And I suppose for a Blague as well.

I’m getting to the point (again) where all I want is a peaceful life. That and three inches off my waistline. I think I can achieve both in short order and I’m grateful for the peace I have been able to cultivate. I mean it. I know it sounds superficial. But I am, in some ways, just writing whatever is foremost in my shallow brain. In the words of an old Grateful Dead friend of mine: “If it’s not fun, leave”. And I’m finding culture here to be quite unfun indeed. I don’t know where I’ll go exactly but I do have the good fortune to have made some inroads for myself and my family of two with my writing and I believe it’s time for me to prioritize my craft once again, in the myriad forms in which it manifests.

The Zodiac does start with the first house (of physical self) for a reason. Our physical being is, science says, really just denser energy anyway. Energy and spirit are synonymous to me; so our body is a dense form of spiritual energy, that true temple. And I have to recognize the ways in which I’ve trashed mine, even in the smallest ways. I want to start with my phsycial self and try to be the best I can be on that score. Now that doesn’t mean gyms and diets for me. That means taxing it less. Feeding it water and sunlight. I’m lucky I hate sugar and always have. But I do like savory Scoobie snacks. Yum.

I have twelve e-books to rework in the next month. I typically have a column for Glamour this time of year but the editor is MIA. I have an upcoming Starsky + Cox show at Joe’s Pub which I’ll want to write; and I do want to keep up more consistently with this Blague. I have a call scheduled with an agency that is meant to represent us; and I know what will happen on that score. It will be up to me to write more of a proposal or, perish the thought, sample chapters. I don’t want to have to. I feel that I have already proved myself beyond a shadow of a doubt as a compelling writer. I’m tired of the auditions. And I will sooner retreat into some cabin in the woods and quietly and modestly publish e-books under my own steam then continue to prove myself. I’m an old person.

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A little bit of show writing to kill two birds with one stone. The next twelve posts constitute a draft of our upcoming Christmas show.

It’s another year where holday spirit is hard to come by what with the Heat Miser—read: climate change denier—in chief. And Happy Solstice. The Winter Solstice is at 11:28 tomorrow morning, to be exact, when the days start getting longer. And, after all the darkness, so much darkenes, we look forward to the return of light.

We like to think of tonight as the second show in a two night run that begain a year ago, with a small 364-day break in between, so if you caught the first show, we hope to have improved on it for you, now that we’ve got the show up and running.

We are litereally “dashing through” the twelve signs of Christmas here, exploring how songwriters of each of the twelve signs interpret the season, Christmas and, yes, spirituality in general, from their various persepctives. We’ve found that in the process of creation 99 and 44/100ths percent of artists really can’t escape their archetype. Twelve is of course a number associated with Christmas because it’s the number of Cosmic Order, which the Zodiac represensts, and therefore grafted onto the holiday which is still a relatively new event in the scheme of things

So yes, will examine how the signs of the Zodiac correlate to the various aspects of the Christ-mas story just as they relate to the whole of the bible really because they are all metaphors for you, you see, and you’re own journey. The Zodiac’s Twelve signs and houses really illustrate the different aspects of Self, in turn, with encoded wisdom on how you might get yourself to fire on all these cosmic cylinders if you will. Really, we see the Zodiac as a practicable system. It’s the original Twelve-step program. And so too is the whole of the Christ-mas story meant to serve as a exemplary guide for living.

People born any sign are simply the best, examples, literally personifications, of that sign’s particular energy. Anyway don’t get hung up on the particulars. If you feel you’re not getting it. Don’t worry, you are on some level. Trust us This is something of a transmission. So let it just wash over you. And, oh, yes, also some of you will have sent us your birth info and we do have something prepared for you which we’ll deliver at the end of the show so you can relax on that score too. And just chill.

So that first song Star of Wonder was written by Terre Roche, an Aries, the first sign of the Zodiac. The Star, in the story, signals birth. And the first sign of Aries rules birth and new beginnings. The headstrong Ram is the symbol—we’re typically born head first.

Aries is the cardinal-fire sign. It is a spark, and ignition of new experience. On the grand scale the spark of big bang creation but on a personal level it is our individual spark, our purpose, motivation. Aries is ruled by Mars, named for the Roman War god the Greek Ares (A-r-e-s) who, like the Ram, attacks life. He is fiercely single-minded in his sole objective. His emblem is the spear. He has a point. A singular purpose. Of course, before he was a war god he was a hunter, with that spear, and before that, a herder, a shepherd, with his staff, taking the lead.

Aries people embody this purposeful, pointed energy. Perhaps to a fault. Not terribly sensitive to their effect on others, they personify the notion that we must all be one with our purpose. And you must first ask yourself what is your point? What we you born to be? Are you being it? It all starts with living your purpose. And it’s never to late to do so. The first house rules the physical body. Embodiment. Mars rules the blood. What it is in your blood to do.

The Ram, a sheep first sign. And the first to see that Star is the shepherd. Star of wonder or star of I wonder Should I follow or continue to take my own leads? Am I Ram or am I sheep? It’s an existential question. Aries motto is I am. Being. Being and Embodiment. Buddha was an Aries. And, his brand of spirituality, and really Aries default brand of spirituality—Terre Roche is a buddhist—is all about the capital S self.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

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