Gemini 14° (June 4)
I had been awake awhile before getting out of bed whereupon the clock read 3:13. Oh joy. It’s nigh on 8 now and I have cleaned my office and done some writing and organizing, had breakfast during which, I dunno why, I couldn’t keep a straight face. I’m a little bit obsessed with the early nineteenth century, not enough to start dressing like other people with a similar penchant for that part of the past might do. I should be, by all rights, be sliding into home today, having drafted all twelve Haute Astrology books for next year. I think we will get them on sale in October and say that if you buy 2020 now then you get the 2019 book, so a quarter year of horoscopes, for free. It’s quite a good idea really. And so is the raffle idea, particularly, for collecting email addresses. And then they are on our mailing list. We can do quite a good promotion.
I was meant to move into the sign of Pisces toay, to chat about it and say something shiny and new, but I’ve yet to do that today and I’m not exactly sure that I actually will, though I hope to. The thing is, as mentioned, I have been up since the middle of the night and I might find that a nap is just what the doctor ordered. Speaking of which I have to go to the dentist today, something I’ve been avoiding. I think I have my first ever cavity and as such I am panicked about getting shot and getting the drill. Most people have experienced this from the time they are very small but I now, at this advanced age of thirty-nine, don’t fancy the notion. I hope I don’t actually have to get it done today because my current mood doesn’t fit such a first experience as this would be. It is just after 10 in the morning and I suppose I can stay awake for the rest of the afternoon and manage to get some more work done. I would like to sit outside, if possible; perhaps I might fall asleep in the Sun—I can’t say I would much mind that. I’m not so sure why I’m feeling so flimsy when it comes to getting certain projects more fimrly on track. I suppose it’s that sort of pathology of completing things.
Oh screw it. I ended up fixing up some Pisces content after all:
In our book Sextrology, the Pisces woman and man chapters are titled The Dreamand The Drifter, respectively, and, of all the individuals on the astrological block, they are best at giving in and/or over to living life on life’s terms. That is to say dissolving into the here and now of their circumstance, if only sometimes treading water, seeking foremost to avoid struggle, all of which requires a great sacrificing of ego. They posses, once again, paradoxically, the greatest potential for transcendence via their power of belief (whatever their particular brand of sublimity might be) and yet they are most challenged to achieve such an end, feeling more lost than the rest of us in the soup of life. Their superpower is to perform magic, if not miracles, which is no easy feat. Still there is something (about the metaphysics of this sign) that compels its natives to let go all expectation (of the how and the when of their successes) while holding firmly to best possibleintention. Pisces’s sign motto is I Believewhich is more than just faith (Capricorn) or conviction (Aquarius); as a mutable sign, which blends the energies of its two previous sign, we thus perceive belief to be such an amalgam of purest faith and truest conviction as to infiltrate the very fabric of reality not forcing, but allowing it to yield Pisces goodly intentions. This is the true meaning of the mutable-water assignation, and of Neptune’s dissolving force:If all we perceive isn’t truly fixed, but fields of energy blending, one into another, than the so-called substance of being is determined by the energy we are, and that which we are putting out there via our belief. If we dissolve the impediments to them—circumstance and limiting thoughts—and we remove the notion of space and time (trusting in inevitability of the manifestion of our belief) that which we belief in, primarily our self, is already coming into being. We, all of us, possess this power. It’s just that, for Pisces people, it is decidedly frontloaded. They more readily give over to the plot of life as it is already happening, like a lucid dreamer must do if s/he would have the dream continue. Any lucid dreamer will tell you that if you try to impose your will on the dream it will dissolve before your mind’s eye). But if you continually give over to the plot of the dream, yourself dissolving into it, you will be taken on an inner journey of phantasmagorical depth and dimension. Such is the desired dynamic of Pisces’s actual existence and their default approach to bringing such a vivid path to life.
Vibrating at a high cosmic level, Pisces people prove this newly invented adage, that: the more accepting one is of what is, the more one may change it into what could be. Acceptance is the gateway to Love on every level. While in this cosmic context of Pisces we aren’t speaking of romantic love, but of the purely spiritual form of Love as, we might agree, the animating force in the Universe. The great primordial goddess of the sea, who emerged from the foam thereof, is Aphrodite (Roman: Venus). Though planet Venus rules Taurus on the earth plane (nymphs and flower god archetype) and Libra on the astral plane (airy Apollo and prophentic high-priestesses) the archetype of Aphrodite-Venus powers the sign of Pisces. We think of her as the goddess of lower-case love and beauty but she was rather demoted to that post upon entering the patriarchal pantheon which struggled to place. We see her in emanation, too, as the wife of Poseidon-Neptune, Amphitrite, his famed trident originally being her symbol, that of the great triple goddess, as is the shamrock, the lily (Aphrodite’s sacred flower), the fleur de lis. The mother of Poseidon’s two daughters are alternately, dually, attributed to both goddesses. The name Amphitrite means “the third one who circles the sea.” Three points making a circle, the triple god/desses portray the whole of human existence, youth-maturity-age; and speaks, here and now, to Pisces people’s sense of the all of their life, all at once, you might say, their own alpha-omeganess; but also tho being something of an every-wo/man or an empath who can relate to the all of life, including the people in it. Pisces people will gravitate to the strangers in a room at any given gathering. For males of the sign, the trident is the triple phallus, meant to mate with the triple goddess, and thus points, despite his signature unpredictability, to the ability of the god Poseidon (and his human Pisces sons) to be the life-long mate who plays the eternal lover of the maiden, to the mother (of his children) and to the inherent wise woman she becomes. Pisces men can be lifers when it comes to love relationships.
Another name for Aphrodite is called Mari (the sea) and she is thus cognate to Mary, Stella Maris, the star of the sea. Both Aphrodite and Mary have sons, Eros and Jesus, who are embodiments with Love. Eros, which means love, like Jesus, is the eternal babe, yet he is also the oldest, most primordial of the creation gods, just as Jesus is one and the same with the father-creator. Aphrodite and Eros took fish form and we know all about the Jesus fish from certain people’s automobile decoration. All this to say that the philosophical concept of Pisces is thus: That if you were to remove all physical manifestation from the world (which isn’t physical but energetic or spiritual anyway) what is behind it all, the very backdrop of existence, is, essentially Love. And someone once supposedly said something like: blessed are those who believe without seeing.
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.
Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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