Aquarius 19° (February 9)

Paris, Day Seventeen of Sixty. For the most part today I am staying put and setting things to right. I will get a handle on where I am in my book planning process for 2021. Meanwhile there are forty-seven weeks of 2020 left. That’s 21¢ per week. I will ask if we are doing some kind of major promotion for Sextrology, which it seems we are. I’m feeling a bit dodgy and dehydrated and I’m going to pretty much fast today and drink Badoit and otherwise get my brain in a good place. I will go out and (try to) get a chicken from the butchers, only to realize they chose at one o’clock on Sundays. I had a feeling. I did get some needed things from the produce shop and wine from our back-up caviste which carries a delicious light wine we often order at Uni in Boston. We are not not foodies and winos these days which has been super great but, to everything, there is a season, and it is indeed time to turn, turn, turn. I decide to go for a walk with my notebook as sitting in the same position typing onto my laptop has really begun to take its toll. I draft many notes in tiny boxxes in my notebook and that is as it should be. Not much happens to give me pause. I am supposedly somewhere in the eleventh but not even sure I’ve left the third. By the time it’s time to stroll home I realize I’m super hungry and the notion of eating a little gravlax isn’t as appealing as downing a huge meal of take-away items from the Greek trattoria which, miraculously, is open. I will reopen that dialogue with SP who never wrote me back after I went the extra mile to transcend whatever kind of bullshit his tweaked mind is cooking up and dishing out. What a shame that people lose their noodles, and so young to. Oh well, I have to realize it is not my problem. I cannot be co-dependent about this. It will serve nobody. I have reached out to our agent to see if they can scare up our contract as there is interested in optioning the other sister book. She will write back that only the agent who brokered the book originally can do that. And so I will put word out tomorrow and see what comes back (in fact they come right back with the contract electronically which is fantastic!). I love efficiency. It is in fact one of my favorite things. No word back yet from Y. which is good. I feel I need a little me-time this week and don’t want to jump directly into a new bond; but it will happen. S. has also scheduled me a massage for this coming week which is great. The gods know I need it.

I am going to muse for the next ten minutes on the transition from Aquarius to Pisces. (As I set my mind to do this I feel an incredible fatigue in my body that I don’t quite understand giving the fact I have been sleep many more hours per night than I ever have in my life. I might have to have a coffee this afternoon to push through this feeling. I think that if I focus my energy this week on total recuperation, which will mean not overdoing work and making myself sick on that score, I might be able to start the work of true healing. So the transition: The move from Aquarius to Pisces is a journey beyond the veil. The former sign of the Waterbearer is represented by the biblcial archetypes of John the Baptist, and by extension, Salome, whose dance of the seven veils, one for each color of the rainbow, marries to the sign’s classical figures such as Iris, goddess of the rainbow, who, like John, was there to deliver the “good news” to humanity. As we move to Pisces, we travel somewhere over the rainbow, to a transcendence beyond time and space, a Nirvana (Kurt Cobain was a Pisces), of dream space. But the parodox of those opposite facing fish tell us that reality is illusion and vice versa. The fixed-air sign of Aquarius, ruled by Uranus, god of the Universe, the motto of which is “I know” is represented by a star (or an infinite cosmos made up of innumerable ones). It is about utter conviction and revelation. This revelation gives way to another dimension, another universe, the mutable-water sign of Pisces, ruled by Neptune, god of the sea or primordial ooze (the non-material essential from which everything emanates and to which all returns, the proverbial womb-tomb). Uranus, the energy of revolution and revelation, representing Aquarian conviction and full-knowingness gives way to Neptune, whose energy is that of dissolution, that disintegrates and washes away all that can be known, and bring us into the oneness state with the all that is the sign of Pisces, the motto of which is “I believe.” Belief is the magical power with which we can create future realities—our imagination, which shares an etymology with magic, is the primordial soup of all being from which all knowable realities ultimately emerge. John the Baptist, lost in Aquarius revelation, presages the coming of Christ, the premier archetype of Pisces—the Jesus fish?. The embodiment of Pisces energy, he is of course a miracle worker, an agent of the power of belief.

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

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