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Kill, Crush, Destroy

Aries 18° (April 7)

There is so much about the past that can never be revealed. Just one of the many ironies about being me. But there is no way for certain things to come to light because they were originally done in such secrecy, something so endemic to my spirit, dating back to being aged single digits. Secrecy may be the wrong word—isolation is better. It is what characterizes my upbringing. I was never really socialized. I was isolated in pockets with a single friend, maybe two, but usually just one at a time. No teams, nothing like that. Then home and ignored by foggy mother and hostile sibling and no father to be seen until the weekend when he was either raging or relegating me to my room, which was fine. I kept pots and pans under the bed so if he hit me he’d hit them. Why do certain people have children. I wrote the lawyer two things, a request from the sociopath and what he requested regarding real estate and so forth. And he was meant to send us this five-point plan, which we have yet to receive. It bugs me when people don’t have follow through but I will deal with that by the end of the week if nothing has been delivered or responded to. I don’t believe I’m as well as I assume. I think the side effects are still sneaking up on me to be honest. I went to the shops and was sweating just holding a basket waiting in line. The news is so conflicting. We are going to have half of Americans vaccinated by weekend and yet cases and hospitalizations are going up. 

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

You Will Like

Aries 17° (April 6)

Feeling much better today thankfully. My dreamscape is still very odd. I had the recurring dream of returning to my old apartment building on 12th Street only this time I entered through the basement where Danny Devito was the super. I took an elevator but had to go all the way to the top floor. The elevator went sideways all around and stopped prematurely so I had to open the elevator doors with my hands. When I opened it the place was under new management and was like a giant hotel—Danny might have told me it was under new management. There were workers putting down new carpeting and others were milling about filling out job applications. I went up and down the hallways but didn’t recognize where our apartment was, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember our apartment number—301 I thought (which isn’t actually what it was; it was actually 3F). I kept looking but couldn’t find it and that was the dream upon which I awoke. There was a note from the lawyer from last evening and we spoke this morning and got some things squared away before our lovely long chat. We did that and got some questions answered and also were given the sense that the other lawyer was pretty chill. We shall see. Actually I’m right now sitting here waiting for this Zoom nightmare to begin. It is already delayed six minutes which I find ever so slightly galling. I will have to try and calm myself but also trust that whatever needs to be said, will be said. I feel that I will be guided in this and I am going to trust in that. 

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Side Effects

Aries 16° (April 5)

Woke up feeling horrible. I really assumed that I would have no symptoms from the vaccine but that turned out (very much) not to be the case. Anyway, I couldn’t move pretty much all day and I sweat so much while sleeping that the red sweatshirt I was wearing bled onto the sheets. We watched all of WandaVision which I have to say wasn’t my absolute favorite; amazing how popular things are that I don’t love. I get further and further away from the struggles. Bonnie will have put something up for Easter of herself and my sister which pains me. I never did get back to my cousin and that seems to be the right thing too. I was half expecting we would speak to the lawyer but that will all happen tomorrow instead. The main thing to do is to show up. Last night’s (and this morning’s) fever dreams were crazy and repetitive. Last night was really the last straw for me in light of senior fuckface. First of all, despite it being Easter, we sat outside and that stirred up the evil. He drove by glaring at us. He banged things all around such that even the chickens were audibly upset. 

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Vixenated

Aries 15° (April 4)

It’s Easter though you’d barely know it. We drove to Dartmouth and back and made some pizza with caramelized onion and goat cheese. It was pretty damn good I must say. Fun foods these past few days. I should really be getting into a rhythm these next few days—it’s sort of my last chance. I will take it. I’m not feeling all that much a part of any community right now I must say. Very much not. In some ways I’ve been in the same place for weeks and I really do need to be careful of that sort of thing. I am very much tonight looking forward to moving through and doing my damnest. I believe it to be all any of us can do. I will keep reading and putting things in play, and playing them forward, while I must begin to superprioritize diet and exorcise as a larger part of my daily ritual. Sometimes I just sit up here in my office watching the hours tick by, not inspired to do the work and hand but needing to make myself available just in case something pops out.

A literary character whose storyline expresses Aries spiritual bent and journeying is Larry Darrell, the protagonist of Somerset Maughm’s The Razor’s Edge, the title of which draws inspiration from the Upanishad’s, a snippet of which appears in the book’s epigraph: The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to salvation is hard. To view life as an experience that will cut you doesn’t take a leap of Aries’s understanding. Wounded and traumatized by war and death of a brother soldier, Darrell (from the Norman-French d’Airelle—there was once such a place in France, while airelle means huckleberry, which may be a nod from Maughm to Mark Twain), returns home to his native, American midwestern town, friends and fiancé, Isabel, only to find the gross materialism of that society insupportable; so he hightails it back to Europe and ultimately sets off on a spiritual quest that includes time in a Benedictine monastery before ending up in India, becoming immersed in the Hindu philosophy of Advaita Vedanta (meaning non-duality—that Adam mindset!) ultimately achieving enlightenment escaping the cycle of birth and death. As you do. The point being Aries would readily do likewise if he could. Meanwhile, we get a glimpse into the Aries soul in that he is, on the whole, that non-materialist, wounded warrior who finds the conspicuous consumption of convention anathema to his being. He yearns for meaning and to escape society’s hamster wheels if not the giant karmic one of reincarnation. As a son of Mars, life for Aries is a war, this metaphor for existence making up the whole of the Bhagavad Gita; like Darrell and Tony Stark, there comes a time where Aries feels himself wounded, afflicted by the horrors of this war of life, but perhaps also having to confront his own animal nature in the fight for survival, kill or be killed. As a footnote: Isabel, whom he urges to join him, cannot give up all the pricey stuff of life and thus marries a shallow millionaire; Darrell marries their childhood friend Sophie, who has become an alcoholic and opium addict after the death of her first husband and child from a car accident. Archetypally, Sophie (meaning: wisdom) is just the kind of damsel in distress that the Aries knight seeks to rescue—Isabel in effect kills Sophie by bringing her Zubrówka, a flavored vodka, most notably, with a blade of bison grass in every bottle, to which the fragilely sober Sophie succumbs. She doesn’t make it over that particular edge—or perhaps she does, depending on your view of salvation. 

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

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The Big Slog

Aries 14° (April 3)

I feel the need to write poetry again. I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year. Today is going to be very productive and we are simply going to defrost some samosas. I am going to try and watch Archer. Last night we watched Slings and Arrows which was pretty good. I actually want to see more. I will try Archer again. I didn’t quite get why it is I should feel jealous of an animated man. But I guess I do. However I love Jessica Walter so much I have to give it a go. Let’s see so I will read through both Aries chapters and at least get the man into shape before the day ends. It will be something of an early night as we have to be in Dartmouth in the morning. Tomorrow I will focus on working through Aries woman and that’s all I’ll get to I imagine. Discovering some things that should come in very handy moving forward. Like a sort of exercise segment. Aries man is going to prove, like Virgo woman, to be a model moving forward. I’m going to let the text be pulled out of me by the need to hand off pages in the process. I figure I can keep this up for two months and, as we are in the daylight time of the year, there will still be enough time to walk and do other exercise; and I’m going to make salads and things that require very little attention, a quick cooked protein on the side. 

The biblical Aries archetype of Adam lives in a pre-fall state of purest being, devoid of the consciousness of duality, a self-determining figure for whom second-guessing isn’t a thing. He points to any object and names it, life being led on his own terms at the same time that he is living it on its own. In this metaphorical landscape, there is neither conflict within oneself, nor separate levels of existence, heaven and earth being one and the same. We can all ask ourselves, but especially you, Aries, how are things any different now? No matter what predicate you add to the sentence beginning Life is…whether it be weird or wonderfuleasy or hardjoyous or painful, it still begs the question: compared to what? And this is the point: None of us know if there is any other experience awaiting us, whether some fluffy clouded heaven or some Nirvanic state of enlightenment, and yet we have all been conditioned to belittle life on some level, whether blatantly or barely, labeling it some kind of mere existence. It makes no real sense nor should it, especially to the Aries realist, which is why we find more self-realized natives of this sign gravitating toward spiritual philosophies and practices that espouse the doing of good for good sake, without any promise of pay-offs in the form of some hereafter. Not to say that Aries discounts heavenly notions all together, but he tends not to bank on them, a spiritual attitude that can take him a long way.

            While it’s likely true that Aries people strike the rest of us as being what is widely considered selfish, we can say in the same breath that we have also found them to be, often simultaneously the most selfless and Zen folks in the zodiac. And the former observation typically gives way to the latter, as, if you do catch even a glimpse of your own me-mania, Aries, you will consciously compensate as best you can.  Eastern philosophies and religions tend to appeal most to Aries people, and we chalk this up, rather unironically, to the emphasis on the Self in these traditions. The same is true for martial arts, named for the sign’s ruling god and planet. Aries man’s same signature in-your-face energy, which is in no small way hormonally fueled as a rule, is something he can successfully harnessed and channel into actions dedicated to the benefit of both his internal well-being and that of the collective, be it small or at-large. He must include all facets of energy in so doing, sexual energy being one and the same with his Chi, a word that simply means aliveness, our animating force, something Aries has an inherent sense he shouldn’t squander, neither should he hoard. As an exercise, Aries, embrace for a moment the primal male archetype of your sign, that masculine principle of Mars, working backward to his roots as the male fertility deity, that free-wheeling herder and wild hunter steeped in the bestial experience, the “horned one” the antlered anthropomorphic god, the intersection of the animal and the divine (hello, humanity). Feel yourself fortunate to draw upon so raw and unadulterated a cosmic energy, surging through your bloodstream and in your loins, circulating ever outward to your extremities and beyond, so to create a glowing aura around your entire person, rising to the crown of your head, upwards and outwards, visualizing this energy taking the form of ram’s horns or a stag’s antlers. You might take a few moments each day to stand, feet firmly planted, and perform a physical visualization exercise along these very lines. In Jungian analysis, the horned god is associated with a lack of, and compensating for such insufficiency in, fathering, something to which the Aries son can too often attest. Whether pitted against his own father by his mother or otherwise ignored and avoided by his dad, this is a pattern which Aries man is hard pressed not to repeat with his own male offspring, over whom he tends to maintain dominance, treating him like an accessory if not a personal assistant.

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

We The Purple

Aries 13° (April 2)

Spent the morning cleaning downstairs and up. Getting my brain fully around the monk time of the next two weeks. Designed menu for next week plus. Need to schedule time to get “plea” out there. Will comb through the current chapter and edit the Aries today/tonight as well so to get that ball fully rolling in S’s direction. It is time to put our wheels majorly in motion and work around the clock the next two months such that when June rolls around I am really just sweeping up after myself. Vitality is something that I am building in this process and it will surely show. We will have word next week on how long this house issue will take and I am ready to do some ritual magic around the doma hunting. It is nigh on eleven and I will do twenty minutes of Spring cleaning and then an hour of morning editing and set-up for tomorrow’s Cancer man marathon. There should be one marathon day in each sign for shites and gigs. I am completely divorced from all the old cloying needs. Like seriously so. And I have empty boxes poised and ready all around me to fill on a dime. 

I will have drunk a bunch of wine by the time the night is through. And it will have been worth it, because a) the wine itself is divine and b) this was weirdly quite a week. I did manage to make my office something of a paradise and I’m feeling super productive. Also, I’ve decided to change tack and do some first things first. I need too include others in the process sooner than later. I think Olivia is shortening to Liv and gonsta be Liv Luxe. Lord knows that pageant queen could punk it up a bit. What else needs articulating? Hrmph I cannot think. Oh yes suddenly the Maldives are on the table. Quite exciting. The truth is I don’t think anyone can predict anything right now. I’ve stopped trying. The voice in my head (always a righteous black woman) is back with a vengeance. We are having delicious shrimps with broccoli and brown rice, so yum, very ginger/garlic/scallion/chilis.

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Here It Comes

Aries 12° (April 1)

Feeling funky, both of us, which is worrying but should be okay. We have lawyer chat today which feels very encouraging. Salmon and so forth for dinner. Let the protection from fuckface truly begin. Thoughts: Love letter to the Id, almost writing a super low key erotica about them, that is to say poetic. Also in Aries I Must remember that visualization in the main text and pulling that sort of thing through the other chapters. I always get paranoid when I smoke pot. In order to be. Play the fool. Alter ego, Clark Kent. Insert Superman up front more. These are all notes I will cut and paste elsewhere but I have to get them down while they occur to me. If Gemini is the deal maker, Cancer is delivering the goods and the goods themselves, delivered, as from Mother to Mother. Passage and delivery. And product design and packaging are important. They should be widely appealing but with an understated elegance, and reassuring expensive enough. Sometimes I feel like bits of myself are breaking; other times I find reprieve comes out of nowhere. I should be saving myself for my work which I sort of am. 

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.

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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Mother Myself

Aries 11° (March 31)

We have our favorite client today. Much to think about, bouncing off that experience. And then an end of day weekly check-in with another.  Making an impromptu pasta sauce and watching Nomadland. I came across this: Gemini is about the granular life, most enviable experience of extracting pleasure and beauty from life experience with close family and friends. It takes a little more (and then it drops off). Make a list of popular cultura animated and fictional chracters then assign them signs. Did we do Pepper Potts for Virgo after all? Turkey + Cheese, Bacon + Eggs, Egg Drop Soup, Smoked Salmon, Turkey Burgers, Veg Burgers, Chicken + Bok Choy, Kale + Potato Soup, Clam Chowder, Green Beans, Sweet Potatoes. I think that we will learn that this is no real use in worrying about what might happen this summer. I for one want to remain very present until we make a major house move. People are still grandstanding in the midst of a pandemic. I don’t know how it is we ended up in so narcissistic a world. Upon graduating college I had this flash of changing my name to Pan and becoming a Cabaret Star. It didn’t happen but it was pretty prescient on my part if I do say so myself. We met those guys at the Manoir Hovey and then invited them to see a show and then never saw them again. I can feel the pain of being alive but I no longer have much issue with it all if that makes sense. The lawyer beamed in while we were on Zoom and so we will speak with him tomorrow. I trust that everything is exactly where it needs to be. I continue to comb through everything and consolidate and hit the dump and all that jazz. It is quite liberating. This will be an important week. I’m not at liberty right now to say exactly why but it is. I will reach out and touch my friends in Paris who have gone back into lockdown. There are no real estate notices to follow up on but I can still try to make things happen all the same. I am told I have some alone time coming up in April and May and I will use it. I’m going to wave a wand over the old car and make it a happy thing for Spring. I wonder if I could get flower power stickers? You know what if I have more to say later I’ll circle back but I have to give myself a lot of free reign today–again I can’t tell you why. But I will say this I’m on a powerful trip and I’s a goine tries and rides it.

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Clearly Not

Aries 10° (March 30)

Pizza Night in the end. Was thinking about Derek today for some reason. 

It is said hope floats. And, as the driving force of recovery—metaphorically, something that Cancer man is in all the time—he personifies the very concept. Noah was a drunk, so he is acquainted with experiencing  on a personal level. His personality is hinged on the transition from Gemini to Cancer. If the Fall is about experiencing life as a sudden split—Geminis are the most, and mostly benignly, split-personalities—then the Flood is about immediately moving toward the repair of said split. The whole thing about putting animals together, two by two, onto an ark is literally about re-pairing. And another meaning of the word ark is a promise, one which we mainly hope we can keep to ourselves. The Cancer symbol can be interpreted as a crab, but also as two peas or seeds in a single pod, in either case floating along, not determining the direction, going with the proverbial flow. All of this, too, being a metaphor, to use a recovery phrase, for living life on life’s terms. In our book Sextrology, the Cancer man and woman chapters are called The Player and The Pearl, respectively, and they speak to the strategic navigating of life as something of a game or contest and the perfecting effect that even the most tumultuous life, with its turbulent ebbs and flows, can have on a being.

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.

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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

While It Occurs

Aries 9° (March 29)

In our original philosophy of the stars, we have discerned the unfolding of the spiral spring of the zodiac, itself, as analogous to that of many “sequences” found in metaphysics and mythology as well as in nature, science, philosophy and both practical and esoteric programs. We’ve long equated the first cardinal-fire sign of Aries with big-bang creation, the second fixed-earth Taurus with the garden, Eden, and the mutable-air sign of Gemini with munching on that apple—consciousness characterized as and synonymous with duality (The Twins) and the proverbial Fall, expulsion into chaos. Then along comes Cancer, cardinal-water, the Flood, to wash all cares and sins away, and re-create order, providing recovery and providence itself. Flood myths promise passage, deliverance, and promise itself. Without the Cancer-ruled energy of Hope, there can be no possibility. Water symbolizing emotion and intuition, the process of recovery is indeed an emotional one—the Cancer motto is I Feel—one that involves getting to the source of our human emotional being, which is where we tap into our higher power (represented by Cancer’s so-called opposite sign of Capricorn—not actually opposite at all,  as the two signs are mirrors of, sharing resonances with, each other— the relationship between the two offering a wealth of metaphorical and metaphysical wisdom to be mined. Cancer is likened to a spring or source of a river, a vivid representation of initiating, originating cardinal-water; while Capricorn is re-source, a reservoir, contained by the horn-shaped, cardinal-earth landscape of Capricorn, its name, meaning the goat horn-of-plenty, also a container, preserving bounty. Cancer women, especially, can be gushing while Capricorn women tend to be reserved—men born into these feminine—water and earth—stand in ironic contrasts to their female counterparts. Capricorn man may seem flamboyant, and Cancer man, staid. But the operative word in that sentence was: seem. In truth, Cancer man is gushing on the inside, just as Capricorn man is more somber than he may be letting on.  In call and response, Cancer Hope finds its answer in Capricorn Faith. Someone wise once said that, “hope is faith holding its hand out in the dark.” Mythically, too, these signs are linked, in that we see the story of the baby prince Moses, given passage, carried along a river, from one mother to another, floating on promise of deliverance, a metaphor for Cancer man’s reliance on, and ability to elicit (m)others’ care for him as a means of his own desired momentum; while the story of adult Moses, going gray all of a sudden, in discussion with a burning bush, receiving a list of ten shalt-nots—the containment, restriction, structuring of Capricorn—portrays the faithful, old-soul hierophantic personality of men of that tenth sign.

I am now in my seventh year of writing this Blague. Year six, I went through the first five years, and excerpted from five Blagues per day, as a way of taking inventory of what came before. If there are any blocks of text following this paragraph that would be from the corresponding day last, the sixth, year.


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. 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

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