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Suck It Up

Aquarius 12° (January 31)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1526-1530. 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.

bits I’m not using today here and call it a day:

A benchmark of our philosophy and work, and what has registered most poignantly with our readers is that: the various archetypes that we’ve come to personify as mythical deities, spiritual and literary characters also live in us. Or rather, we are living personifications of them.  Each sign has main and ancillary archetypes—male, female and transgender energies cum characters—native to it. And we, the people, born under the various sun-signs are suffused with these spirits, these thought-forms, these energies, these deities, endemic to our star signs. We are, indeed, endowed with their specific brands of godhead, what we have referred to, herein, as “super powers”, particular to each of the gender-signs.  The mythic stories of these beings are metaphor for our human conditions and life paths, the hero’s journey, if you will. The Leo man hero is not the Virgo man hero nor the Virgo woman hero, for that matter. In some cases, one sign’s hero skill-set is another sign’s shadow-side manifestation, a challenge to be overcome.

In addition, and directly related, to these powerful archetypes are the innumerable other astrological assignations specific to each signfor instance: the specific combination of a sign element (fire, earth, air or water) and quality (cardinal, fixed or mutable), the fourelements times three qualities forming the element-quality mixes unique to each sign. There is a vast wealth of knowledge to glean from that combination alone and, knowledge being what it is, this too becomes a source of personal power, motivation and direction for the reader.  Other factors that provide us great insight into the personalities are the sign’s planetary ruler, the sign number, the astrological house—it alone has a laundry list of attributes—the sign’s graphic glyph, the seven-year age span associated with the sign, the sign’s and planet’s rulership of organic and inorganic objects and entities—the list of attendant attributes is probably endless, and we will pick and choose appropriately in support of both our treatise and the reader’s understanding, absorption and progressive transformation. We will thereby help and guide the reader in a healthful process of personal evolution comprised of and/or mirrored in an increase of self-acceptance, easeful relationships, social productivity, creative passion, personal value (and wealth), psychological understanding, emotional connectivity, hunger for knowledge, ownership of authority, compassion and love. We spotlight and explore the individual’s gifts and assets as well as their traps and challenges, providing specific direction for accentuating the former and negotiating the latter so that the momentum of one’s experience can be optimized, obstacles discarded, distractions and detractors silenced, and destiny callings made clearly perceptible.

In our view, much of why any of us feel the way we do—experiencing our own individual brands of existential angst or exaltation, and our own swing between them—is arguably due to our sun-sign placement and the archetype we personify at our core. Our view of life, our goals, our relationship to the world, to nature, to society-at-large and the world of ideas, to our own thoughts and experiences, and to other people, emotionally, is not as much colored by our astrological assignation as it is the color by which our life is coded. And while we’re on the subject of colors: Each sign is actually associated with not just one but a set of colors, a seemingly trivial fact, like a sign’s correspondent birth stone or precious metal, something people generally know, with the seeming importance ending there. It doesn’t. For it is the relevant vibration of colors and of those buzzy minerals that the zodiac is really pointing to with these particular points of fact per sign. And it’s true with most if not all astrological assignations; they go deeper than face value, and we’ve done the digging. What we’ve come up with is the belief that the breadth of ones feelings and behaviors are in large part, if not entirely, determined by the estate of one’s star sign. Someone might raise their hand here and say, well, what about conditioning, the early-childhood variety or the ongoing form. To that we counter thusly: We don’t know why it is true—and we can never explain it—but from our experience, both nature and nurture seem to be encoded in ones astrology—in our sessions with private clients we can perceive and pinpoint with accuracy, down to the year, the occurrence of a pivotal event which caused a trauma or a rupture or an emotional hit of some kind for the individual. Likewise, in more general terms, we can survey the kinds of emotional and psychological trials, tribulations and, yes triumphs, that an individual of a certain sex/gender-sign is likely to encounter, with certain specificity. We spoke of flowers before, now we’ll talk of trees:  Every plant, really, is governed by a particular sign and they share qualities and purposes with people born under it, offering insight into our temperament and actions, not to mention directions for the pruning of our experience to foster the most growth. (Expect a sidebar on this theme in this section.) We are all natural things. Supernatural, perhaps.


Sounds about right…..Anyway here is more of what I didn’t use in my proposal:

In our philosophy, true desire and divine callings are two parts of a whole seeking connection. The former resides within us and the latter comes from the universe. We like to say that our desires are a bit of real estate the universe owns inside us. Desire and destiny-callings do seem to share the same quality of urging us in a direction that isn’t necessarily of our conscious choosing. It is said that many are called but few answer; and why is that? Because it’s daunting—even though that call is only ever coming from inside the house, mostly deep within our subconscious, a word often paired with desire. It’s as if that bit of real-estate starts blinking or glowing—like E.T.’s heart light—drawing us “home” to fulfill said calling. Swallowing our true desires only increases their pressure on us, which can be intense. And yet, to spout another cliché, most of us lead a life of quiet desperation. Which is just a poetic way of saying not going for the gold, the brass ring, or whatever you want to call what it is you wanted—your true purpose—before life got in the way. I didn’t choose that longing, that desire, after all, one tries to convince oneself, never truly succeeding. It’s just ego. Is it? We think it’s rather more egotistical to go against the grain of that desire cum destiny, we maintain has been divinely seeded in you. But hey, who are we? We’re Starsky + Cox that’s who and we’re here to tell you George Eliot was right in saying—yes, another platitude—”it’s never too late to become what you might have been.” And, truth be told, more than anything, our work with private clients is hinged on setting people on the path of true desire toward fulfillment of that destined purpose; and together we have found that even progressing just a little ways up that path is more rewarding than the slam-dunk achievement of goals and awards that appear monumental on the outside, but hold no real value for us, inside. Spirituality is, by definition: the quality of being concerned with the human spirit. And though we are humanistic astrologers, those who deal in the development of the individual, right here on terra firma; we nonetheless embrace a transpersonal approach that includes fostering the individual’s relationship to (their own) divinity. In so doing, it is key to help our clients and our readers mete out what are their true desires from the endless yearnings of their body and our overactive, conditioned, brainwashed minds. In addition to astrology, this is where sex comes in.

The one thing about all of us that tends to be pure in its expression is that which turns us on sexually, whether or not we reveal that fully, or in part, to others. And, just like those destiny callings we are wont to ignore, many people try to put down certain sexual desires which they feel might bring them shame, embarrasment, isolation, ostricization or loss. They suppress, they repress. Compounded pressure: To the human subconscious a stifled desire is a stifled desire—it doesn’t distinguish between the repression of a sexual longing or a “spiritual” one—we use quotation marks here to underscore the fact that a true desire or purpose or destiny calling is that quality within us concerned with our spirit or, by another term, our soul. There we said it: Soul. Soul, soul, soul. It sounds so religious a thing when, really, it’s just a little word to name the boundless, non-material, wholly energetic (therefore immune to creation or destruction), eternal aspect of our being. And okay, we admit it: we’re also esoteric astrologers, those concerned with the evolution of the soul over lifetimes; but if we led with that you mightn’t have read this far. In truth, we never put too fine a point on this in our private practice, let alone in our books. It’s a backdrop belief—reincarnation—still any formally trained astrologer worth their salt would have learned to read people’s charts from this esoteric, soul perspective. Which can be mind blowing. But we were talking about sex; we tend to conflate it with spirituality…



Actually took the bus right across the way to Provincetown to catch the ferry. It was late arriving but we got to the ferry in plenty of time. It was tolerable but I wouldn’t choose it as a favored mode of transport to be honest. I’m just about at the point where I will be able to focus on nothing else but the sample copy and the promotion of the festival and its fundraising. Things are definitely in a different position than they have been in the past but then again the whole world has gone crazy. I don’t think we would have ever imagined just how unhinged one fucked up president could make us all feel, that being the operative word. He is a Gemini in the worst imaginable form but all the adjectives used to describe him, and some of the verbs, too, are downright eery in their archetypal assignation. And it will feel good to escape a certain reality for awhile; there is some kind of marker about going away on significant trips. I will miss the Cape for sure all the while and I took a photo from our last beach walk to keep my mind sorted. Anyway the ferry was fine, the water calm as can be, but then we were rattled upon arrival.

It was very clear that she needed a “real taxi” so when we were approached and the beginning of the pier by a guy asking if we wanted one she very specifically asked are you a real taxi. His car did have writing on it and the whole taxi look but the authenticity would end there. Just about a block into the journey he started pushing the buttons on his meter saying that it wasn’t working and what did we want to do about it. I said we would give him ten bucks or something regardless as we were not prepared to get out of the taxi just on the onramp to 93, which was obviously the desired response. However he said it would be more like twenty. We just sort of said whatever and then he began huffing and puffing (at the traffic not at us) and cutting in and out of the crowded lanes and honking and we were like cool it right now. We managed to get to the hotel in one piece and then offered him twenty dollars. He held the bill in his hand while staring at us manaically as if to say it was not only not enough but that he was either on drugs or not right in the head. Unfortunately our usual bulldog of a doorman, Manny, was not there to play interference, but he started sort of threatening us and staring into S.’s wallet and it was seriously weird and uncomfortable. I should point out that at this point S. made it clear that he had no cab medallion, an accusation that he couldn’t defend. And in fact we were in a serious scam situation and really had been in some danger me thinks.

He continued to hold the bill out in front of us as if to say this is not enough when I lost it a little and just said okay you don’t want it? And I took the bill back. We then took a few photos of his car and his license plate and he was suddenly holding his hands up as if to say “you got me” and got back in his car but didn’t really leave. We then called the police but that was just a round about of leaving messages. Oh first S. called the taxi number on his car but that was just as scammy as the driver. Anyway it was not a big deal in the end but we were pretty shaken by the erratic driving mainly and the fact we felt unsafe. S. had to go off to an appointment and the room wasn’t ready so I headed to one of my favorite places just a block away the Cornish Pasty and had a nice chat with the boys there while they tried to fix the keg for half an hour to give me a draft beer that wasn’t totally flat like the first try. I got into a nice conversation with a fellow I hadn’t seen there before called Brandon who turned out to be (one of?) the owner. We talked about Michael Pollen and certain new breakthroughs and discoveries in psychology of which he was a student getting some kind of higher degree.

One thing he said was that it was discovered that birds’ brains are packed with neurons. Of course this immediately triggered a Gemini connection in that birds are archeypal of the sign and also the sign rules those firing neurons. Once again illustrating how the ancient Zodiac seems to know things in advance of scientific discoveries made millennia later. It was a fascinating chat all in all and he was talking about meeting this psychologist on the beach while collecting rocks and she was a specialist in rapid eye therapy. Anyway something about hearing that made me want to reach out and try and get some therapy on that score. I think because I’ve become something of a nervous driver (since the accident) I might benefit from something that treats post traumatic symptoms in this way. Anyway it was the first thing I’d heard of this sort that rung a bell. So the room was ready and I headed back and did a little bit of work and went for a walk in the air conditioned mall and strolled all the way to the Marriot and then back to Select to meet S. There was a couple waiting for the place to open as I was and we ended up chatting the three and then four of us. They are called Maria and Paul and we are definitely going to see them again. Maria has already texted S.

Back to the hotel I took a very quick nap and then we went down to have dinner with N. and G. I don’t know if it was the beer or the nap or a combination of both but I was in an “on” mood entertaining the troops (or hijacking the conversation depending on how you look at it). In any case it was a jolly evening for me and the food (at Uni) is bloody delicious and N. and G. really liked it and they got to meet our friends at the Eliot who take such good care of us and it was a lot of fun. And I was asleep early. I have been sleeping a lot lately. From the moment I got on the ferry actually I realized how tired I’ve been. I do tend to overwork this time of year but especially this season for some reason the hill feels more uphill and I do have this proposal and sample chapter weighing on me a bit as I try to keep the festival afloat and not have to sink all my own money into it while having written next year’s books and launched the tee-shirts with Tim and getting the new product, and all the spokes of doing so, into place. It is a lot.


S. went out on some appointments this morning and I stayed in the room. I didn’t even want a coffee. And then the absurd happened in that I fell back to sleep and she was knocking at 11am to get back into the room and I didn’t even hear her. So she had to go back down and get a key. Like I have some kind of sleeping sickness. Anyway we got packed up, checked out and left the bags, did a little shopping and decidedto have a proper lunch at La Loile, inside in the air conditioning. The French waiter asked if we were frenched which is always a compliment to our accents. I have a pretty lousy vocabulary but I can surely fake a good accent. S. had a salad of course and I got the moules frites and a small salad and we had a lovely bottle of red Sancerre slightly chilled topped off by a little cheese course.

Back at the hotel, bid everyone farewell, ordered a car and this lovely Ethiopian man picked us up. He told us the story of his coming to American, how he had two sons, one of whom had autism—he showed us a picture of him on his phone and he was an absolutely enormous ten year old. Anyway it was such a nice journey to Logan when it could have been the opposite. We tipped him twenty on top and projected our best intentions toward him. Check in was quick and easy but even so there was a moment where I’m in the little scanning tube with my hands over my head and the TSA agent has the nerve to bark at me: “pull your pants up.” I kept from splitting him a new infinitive. We beelined to the lounge which was very large and pretty stuffy. I didn’t even look at the buffet but people were stuffing there faces right and left. They had Coppola wine which wasn’t terrible and it paired nicely with the gummies I’d manage to sneak through.

Got on the plane had a single glass of champagne ordered dinner then never even ate it. I vaguely remember seeing a plate with salmon on it which they took away. I feel asleep and stayed asleep the entire time but for half-sleeping through about ninety minutes of turbulence in the middle. I just lay there flat on the bed bouncing away. I never even put on my blanket; nothing. I have never in my life been so completely out of it on a plane. I typically at least take advantage of the amenities in biz class and attempt to watch a film. None of that happened. (I am aware I am recounting pretty boring stuff here but I can’t really explore the world of ideas while traveling—I probably won’t be able to speak beyond the quotidien blow by blows until I’m settled in, if not in England, then next week once I reach the boat. But I will do my level best to acclimte as soon as possible.

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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Salvé Friend

Aquarius 11° (January 30)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1521-1525. 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.

Had a text from Olen with an attached article about JD which kinda triggered me I have to say. I have a lot to get over on that score. It’s part of my psychic complex, though. I remember having visionary flashes back in 1987 when I first moved to NYC for work (lived in Hoboken at first) and I would get these images that involved JD and champagne. Well champagne turned out to be a rather literal metaphor of what was to come. I have to remind myself of how cruel JD could be; because I have a habit of beating myself up after the fact and all too easily convincing myself that there could be a healing. I have to know that this is impossible. And the fact is that he is cruel and I should have broken it off long ago instead of constantly putting up with his punishing behavior. It’s just that he is such a great faker and people are so taken with him; and because of who he is and what he does he geeds on the constant worship he receives. And he has that awful minion who constantly stirs the pot. I never liked or trusted that character.

Anyway, I have things to do and I have to banish these thoughts from my brain and shift gears in the next two days so I can really make some headway. I’m taking stock of people I’ve sent initial pleas to so to follow up. The folks who received emails from me in May with whom I haven’t followed up since include Ken, Tatiana (who was resent in June), Dan—I have sent Chris and Mark nothing thus far—Ralph/Karl, Victor, Edsel, Clark, Sproat, Fred, Steve, Chip, Fenton, Rob A has not been sent anything as of yet. Either has Skeens or Rafanelli or…..I should do a separate Missionary one for Tim, Maria, Eric Martin, Shaun O’C, Kevin Mc. And when it comes to the the sparklers I will post something on FB AF and then share that post with text. Anyway I can’t really get this particular ball rolling until after the holiday weekend which is fine. Meanwhile I can think about what I’m saying to folks. It is still ten weeks away. But starting next week I will really have to turn up the gas and get this thing cooking.

I did a little clean up on the work front and also on the house front and a bunch of clothes I orded for the trip came in and I sent a bunch back as well. We had a client today, one of my favorites, and that went really well. I took to the upstairs and had a little sneaky pete session and overshot my mark on that score, but never mind, it’s all fine. Made a rezzie for sushi dinner at Uni this coming week and Monday will basically be grooming and packing and so I have to pack it in now and get the work at hand in works. It is a bit daunting and do I wish I was travel with no work to do at all. Of course. But it is never the case and so be it. I need to do some wording of the last gasp of fundraising and marry it with our new social media person. I really can’t wait to break out that character. I will try to get the usual suspects to come through. I will then start hitting the Sparklers hard. And I will come up with something whereby I ask everyone I know to donate. It’s what I’m going to do. I have to drum up as much support as I can this year that much I do know; and I’m looking very much forward to the opening night at Baie this year as we are going to have such fun people in town.

We got a lot done, too, in terms of jewelry and I wrote a whole bunch of letters to folks and got that entire thing cooking. Wrote up instructions for our visitors and otherwise sorted through necessary plans. I really am running on fumes here today, trying to get things together that I’ll need to take with me, draging the work. Tonight is D’s party and Kate wrote to ask if we are going. We are not. I don’t know what’s up with those people but I’m getting a weird vibe so I’m staying away. I truly only enjoy being in Provincetown when I’m on my own or with La Stell. I cannot abide the general tone there anymore; and especially around the fourth of July, good grief. I think it’s become skankier and sleazier with these aging circuit boys. Can we even call them boys anymore. I don’t think so. What a weird world. I long for a genuine experience and some place I can buy a nice house, maybe with a pool. It’s become fairly untenable otherwise I have to say. We’ve gotta move the merch and I think we are doing it the right way. I just need to know how we can move the needle on all these things. I should probably touch base with my friend Dave on all this as he does have a business degree and I do not. I think the whole notion of doing limited edition something will be a good one. That’s enough for today I think I’m not feel all that creative right now and we all know from experience that we shouldn’t force it.


We are credited with being “eerily accurate” in our work. And knowing our stuff means knowing other people’s stuff. Short of meeting every reader individually, we can corral the population into these twenty-four sets of people, each set sharing enough like conditions and experience as determined by their gender-sign that it would seem we have a crystal ball tuned into the frequency of folks’ hearts, minds, and souls. We don’t. But we do have an exhaustive understanding of the near infinite landscape of each of the sign’s estates. And so, we aren’t about to give the same advice or direction toone sign as we would another. The chrysanthemum, a winter flower, ruled by snowy Capricorn, cannot be the rose that blooms, late spring, during the month of Gemini. Like these posies, people of a certain sign express the energy of the time in which they are born, and it is our job to help them to embrace and fully possess all the magic and wisdom lodged in their natural estate, so to, well, flower into the full humanhood that is their due. The original diviners of the zodiac didn’t draw this system of pretty pictures on a whim or randomly or for nothing. The zodiac was designed to endure, down through the ages, because it contains all any of us will ever need to know about how to live our lives, love those around us, and, mostly, be ourselves. We live in fast-paced times; and though the scenery changes, the truths remain the same. For one: Existence is miraculous. And we, the paragon of living things, possess powers that clearly express this miracle. We just need a little zodiac book with some clear instructions to get at the nitty-gritty of doing so.

Virgo, for instance, rules digestion, among other functions—the virgin symbol of the sign is about to ingest or impregnate herself with a phallic seeded sheaf of grain—and, yes, the character and experience of the Virgo person is hinged on their ability to digest circumstance, separating the wheat from the chaff in life, virtue from vice, discerning what is nutritious to their person and what is detritus. Virgos are vehicles, vessels for change. Their sign is mutable-earth. Like clay, they are all potential, willing to change, to make something of themselves, something useful, of service, perhaps, or something beautiful, or both. We can see this in their physicality, which can be undulating or a seeming collage of sections; we can read it in their body language, which can be hesitant and shifting, and in the states of their appearance, which tend to vary more than most’s. And without getting too far into it, let it suffice to say that all of the above would-be description relates to Virgo’s own particular mythic archetypes whose literal, visible traits Virgo people seem to inherit. The myths themselves—stories of this god being challenged by X, or that goddess overcoming Y—are allegories that live inside all of us. It is our task and our talent to draw out for our readers these stories, which have been told and retold, in infinite variation, down through the ages through oral and written literature and visual arts and ultimately in films, TV, even video games. (There are only so many tales to tell.)

As dense as our subject matter might potentially be, we have a knack for keeping it light and keeping it moving, and for providing our reader with amusement and stimulation along the way.

The zodiac itself is rich in imagery and meaning, none of which is extraneous to the character of people born under each sign. The sign symbols relate directly to classical myths and biblical stories and allegories as well as to corresponding figures found in all cultures’ spiritual systems—in the astrological view the comparative aspect of religion is a given. Archetypes are immutable, no matter how they manifest in this or that cultural corner of the world, or how they’ve trickled down through fairy tales, drama, literature, films, even comic books and cartoons.

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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Frog In My Throat

Aquarius 10° (January 29)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1516-1520. 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.

[and we got nothing!]

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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Through Is Through

Aquarius 9° (January 28)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1511-1515. 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 had the weirdest fever dream that i had this pimple or cysty thing under my arm that wouldn’t sort of pop, like a boily sit that never comes to a head, and it was related to why my arm hurts all the time and finally I decided I’m extracting whatever’s in there and this teeny tiny batterie, like a computer chip, came out; and my first thought was has the battery been in there leaking and is that what all this pain is about. As I’m typing this I’m realizing that it probably relates to a fearful suspicion about the silicone thingy in my chin, (my parent’s decision I really didn’t know about prior to reparations for an accident I was in whereby I was hit by a schoolbus in a no-top, roll-top jeep which flipped completely over). Anyway, it was such a creepy dream and I just now remembered it’s what woke me up, actually, at 4am. and here I am still awake. I don’t feel I’ve done nothing and in fact it should only take me another three hours to get through six pages, which means 12 pages in six hours, which means I could conceivably deconstruct a chapter in two days which would equal forty eight days total. But if I mapped out, say, eight days a month to do two four gender signs that would only take six months. Meaning that, starting in August, through January, I would have all these chapters laid out which would be amazing. I could start with Libra and go back around. This wouldn’t be so tough, really, I would just get into a rhythm and anyway it’s a lot of Blague written in the process. I like the idea of it. Anyway I’m lost in drag queen names suddenly.

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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Wha?

Aquarius 8° (January 27)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1506-1510. 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.

How ironic that it is all about to-do lists. Aries needs to do further analysis. Aries quick ot insult and anger. Athena is competititive her main myths hinged on centest. Women brag they are better than her and she’s not better enough to rise above such comments but rather this means war to her. She retaliates and by archetypal extentionso it is for Aries woman.  I feel this thing is happening I have to say. Joseph Campbell, it is said, was planning to write an astrology book before he died, which doesn’t surprise us. Because people born under the twelve signs of the zodiac, which we further breakdown in binary fashion along gender-identy lines, are themselves heroes with a thousand faces.


Page One (269) “Snapshot”

  • Bundle of contradictions
  • Paradox: unassuming vs. fierce force to be reckoned with
  • Giving and nurturing vs. reliant on others
  • Dramatic curves, generous cushion. Bottom heavy or major booty
  • Air of accessibility —Fragility; inspires equal parts lust + protection Emotional fragility
  • Good girl image even when trying not to be
  • Bedding her sweet corruption
  • Give herself to man even in sexual way; pleasing sexual lord and master
  • Demands studly power man can feel diminished
  • The anti-waif, round and juicy, sex appeal even aging
  • Deferential to men; wants to be desired, indulged, envied by women (not sure that)

Page Two (270) “Sign + Mind”

Sidebar: Principle of Reconciliation—making ammends and healing

  • Ruler in dispute, argument for earth rule
  • Lack of clarity or confusion about above equals obscurity (wrong word)and muddiness
  • Sometimes warm and sunny othertimes stoical and icey (to obfusciate her motives)
  • What drives her is anyone’s guess (she hides the lead on what she wants from others)
  • One wonders if conscious of her own motivations (compulsive, Amy, can’t stop herself)
  • Open book, blannk page empty vessel waiting to be filled (add something about the vat)
  • Above makers her seem vapid or even venal
  • 6th house of service, piece of clay, malleable to situations
  • Principles of conduct (conductivity doesn’t match sidebar which is that of reconciliation
  • Yielding her own desires o others needs—achieving synthesis (synergy)
  • To achieve common goals…..wants what you want
  • Here to help others achieve desired ends and in so doing she carves out her own niche typically as glorified helper (the niche thing relates to flightless birds)
  • Teachers, health workers, patroness (Pepper Potts is a Virgo archetype)

After all that it is strange to think. One tries to avoid problems but they nonetheless seem to follow—what is that? I decided to take a break from the wag and make a purchase which required and I was crucified. I don’t mind. It all comes out in the W A S H (women against social hostility? workers against stagnant homeowners). I’m not good at this and I don’t care. I can make myself happy anytime and anywhere; and, anyway, it is all about what ones personal style is all about. I know how my stylistic butter is spread. I’d like to get into it. I can still wear heels. But i’m going to wear rockstar wear this weekend. I’m a little heavier than I’d like to be but so fucking what. I’m healthy and I’m strong (touch wood) and if anybody has a problem with me then bring it on. Upfront. I’ve no time for the pussy footers that is for damned sure. I will contact D.C. tomorrow to say hi. Maybe he wants to learn to do stuff as I do.

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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Too Too

Aquarius 7° (January 26)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1501-1505. 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.

Virgo woman a grabbag Virgo man more up for grabs. Keanu sides with the matriarchy.

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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Moonshadow Followed

Aquarius 6° (January 25)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1496-1500. 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.

Wisteria                       Romance

Oak                             Power & Courage

Palm                            Peace

Cherry                         Good Fortune, Love, Romance

Birch                           New Beginnings

Elms                            Intuition and Inner Strength

Redwood                     “Forever” Eternity

Maple                         Balance & Promise

Cedar                           Healing & Cleansing

Japanese Maple          Blessings & Peaceful Retreat

Fir                               Springtime

Apple                          Youth, happiness, health, beauty, magic

Ash                             Sacrifice, sensitivity, Higher awareness

Bamboo                       Spirit, Regeneration, renewal flexibility

Beech                          Tolerance, patience, lightness of spirit and words     GEMINI

Bonsai                         Meditation, harmony, peace all that is good

Birch                           New beginnings, cleansing of the past and vision quests

Cedar                           Healing, protection, cleansing                                     VIRGO

Cypress                      Role of sacrifice

Elder                            New life, renewal and the fairy realm

Elm                              Inner strength, realm of intuition                                CANCER

Eucalyptus                  Wealth abundance fortelling

Fir                               Springtime, fortitue, immortality

Hazel                           Hidden wisdom, dousing, divination, cleansing healing SCORPIO

Heather                       Healing from within, immortality, rites of passage

Holly                           Protection, overcoming anger, winter solstice

Juniper                                    Journeying, staying true to self, integrity       SAGITTARIUS

Maple                         Balance, promise, practical magic

Oak                             Courage, power, might

Olive                           Repair relationships, reward, victory, strength, purification, fruitful

Palm                            Peace, soul-enrichment

Pine                             Reaching for the stars, eternal life

Redwood                     Eternity, ancient wisdom

Sequoia                        Lofty dreams, stretching limits, reaching for starts

Wisteria                       Romance, great and enduring love

Willow                                    Fulfilling wishes of the heart, learning from the past, innervisions


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 literally 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. This speaks, here and now, to Pisces people having a more wholistic sense of the entirety of their life than the rest of us, being more accutely in tune with their own alpha-omeganess—it also speaks to their being something of an every-wo/man empath who can relate more readily to others, if to a fault. Pisces people will gravitate to those they don’t already know in a given room or 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.

The body part ruled by Pisces is the feet which, metaphorically, speaks to Pisces people being parapetitic, if not perpetually adrift. Of all the signs, Pisces are the least moored to their origins, both in terms of their actual home and family rearing, but also in the assignations that go along with it. From birth, nearly, Pisces people move in a desired direction of character and bearing, most often fancying themself to be erudite, if not encyclopedic in their knowledge, with a certain lockjaw upper crustiness. They are indeed fancy. And we don’t use the word lightly. For Pisces people it is an actionable verb whereby they fancy themselves, art-directing their own personality and, really, they’re very being. They always embody a departure from their roots and they will stay in motion (unless, paradoxically, they isolate and roam around an inner world of their own making instead). It is the belief that they can be anything they want to be and, to look at the feet, again: before we can walk on water we best believe that we can. Science ultimately proves many a belief. Like: all isenergy; and energy can neither be created nor destroyed. So the primordial soup, expressed by Pisces, is all that is and will ever be. Pisces people seem to personify this notion. They are not attached, as a rule, to people places and things; the other side of the paradox of beint the most empathetic of beings. In Sextrologywe joke that Pisces woman, in particular, rely on the kindness of strangers, being embodiment of the Blanche du Bois archetype (she wears della robbia blue which is the color of Mary’s robe); but Pisces people, regardless of gender, are at home with people, among strangers, even as they travel to distant corners of world. They tend to treat everyone equally, which can seem strange to significant others or even their own children. It’s as if they understand the impermanance and eternity of our shared existence.


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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Sundown Better Take Care

Aquarius 5° (January 24)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1491-1495. 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.


Even the fact that Uranus is named for the Greek god of the Universe, while all the other planets bear the Roman versions of their mythic namesakes, suggest something of a departure from the norm that characterizes the sign of Aquarius. Uranus, meaning sky or heaven, has many a debatable and probably composite etymology. We derive the modern word urine from the name, and most root words have watery origins and associations, like “to moisten”—it is said that Aphrodite emerged from the sea fertilized by Uranus’ castrated bits (Saturn struck him down just as he was later struck down by his own usurping son, replacing him as chief god). Uranus is associated specifically with dew, which parallels the Aquarius female archetype of, among others, the goddess of the dawn. Ruled by this starry god the universe, and placed opposite Leo (ruled by the Sun) on the astrological wheel, Aquarius is associated with other, distant suns, a single star, if not the infinitely sparkled heavens filled with countless ones. In the Tarot, the Star card depicts the astrological Water Bearer; but Aquarius isn’t a water sign but the sole fixed-air sign, again a point of light if not a billion of them. Air signs are ideological, and so fixed-air translates to a steady beacon, immutable fact, upper-case Truth and conviction. The sign’s motto is the very definite I knowand, as a rule, Aquarians are emphatic and insistent in their intellectual viewpoints despite the fact that they are often a lone voice in the wildnerness, the proverbial weirdo who is really just ahead of their time. That biblical Water Bearer, John the Baptist, lives outside of societal norms, going out on a limb to deliver his fixed-air version of the truth, the good news, speaking of what (and who) is to come, bidding others “prepare ye the way” for some sudden and sweeping change. And  in so doing, Aquarians do lose their head a bit in the expression of their zeal.

In classical mythology, the female cup bearer, Hebe, pours the nectar that restores gods’ youthful immortality (just as John the Baptist bears baptismal waters offering everlasting life). Hebe (the maiden form of Hera) is wedded to Heracles, a mortal, who elevates to a god via their union; the name Heracles means beloved of Hera. This makes her a descending goddess, one designed to elevate the mortal experience. Likewise, Eos, the goddess of the dawn, also falls in love with a mortal, and, again we again have reference to the dew, one of the interpretation of the name Uranus. In a sense, the dawn which brings the dew, is a water bearer itself. The goddess of the rainbow Iris, who also carried a pitcher of water/nectar (and sometimes doubles for Hebe) is the messenger of Hera and, like the other descending goddesses, is the link between the divine world and that of we mere mortals. Back to the bible: Salome, the female counterpart to John the Baptist, with her seven colored veils isthe rainbow goddess, her striptease is the drawing away the veil, inviting us over the rainbow bridge, just like Iris, drawing us upward to the heavens, yet another interpretation of the that fixedplace in the air.


If Trump is Gumby that makes Pence Pokey. And you know what that means.

Anyway some more cosmic thoughts about the Waterbearer…

Aquarius is all about drawing back the veil on everything, exposing realities heretofore unbeknownst to us, that is what revelation is: the revealing of that which has been true all along. What is social or cultural evolution but the discovery of natural facts that inform our own invention subsequent innovation. If we wish to fly a plane it should be designed on a bird, or the helicopter, the dragon fly. Revelations are sudden and sweeping. They are the dawning of immutable notions that ultimately alter the course of our life. Aha’s happen in a moment and we newly navigate from there, sudden revelations being quite like biological mutations in this dynamic.

Making a seemingly sharp turn: the sign of Aquarius rules the ankles. Now guess which human body part among the most recent evolutionarily? Yep. As we were raised upright, the ankle went through an accelerated reinvention, which is why, you see, it’s also among the most fragile parts of us. Fragility is thus an element of the Aquarian spirit which you will readily agree with in light of those of the sign in your lives. They are in this way extreme: Of all of us they are the most solid in their convinctions, indeed synonomous with them, living, like a devout follower, or more likely the guru or cult leader, navigating life according to strict and typically lofty, radical and sweeping ideologies, if only personal ones; and yet they are the first to crumble if you say boo to contradict them. They are all too quick, Aquarian men, especially, to take any form of criticism or contradiction as outright persecution. Things become very heightened for these children of the heavens.

Now, we’ve spoken of the sky god Uranus but what of his mother-wife, Gaia, the personification of the Earth itself, also a Waterbearer, the planet being three-quarters covered (not to mention ice caps, glaciers, ubiquitous moisture and the vapor-filled air—clouds, too, bear water)? Gaia is a primordial goddess, second only to Chaos; she is the great- (great) grand mother goddess who bore the Titans who in turn bore the Olympians and their reigning progeny. (Note: the Sagittarian archetypes are Olympian, followed by Capricornian’s Titan archetypes, and now we are one more time removed a generation in Aquarius with its archetypes.) And with Gaia as mother to Uranus she is once more removed herself. This speaks to the difference in personality between men and women of the sign, too. Aquarius man, as befits his sky-god assignation, can be equal parts distant and utterly imposing, whereas Aquarius woman who is probably more detached a personality, still, is more lovingly so.

They are universal mothers in the sense that, though they may rise to guru status like their male counterparts, they are seen as nurturing, indeed mothering forces. But make no mistake: the likes of Aquarians Oprah and Ellen are charismatic cult leaders just the same. Regardless of gender of which there may be many—this is among the least binary of signs—Aquarians are the most impersonal of folk. They divest emotion generally, universally, and what they lack in intimacy they make up for in multiplicity, knowing a great many people whom they treat rather equally. They make the most affable acquaintances while showing little more affection in their otherwise closest bonds.

  Aquarius rules the ages 70-77 which, at least metaphorically, may coincide with a certain second childhood—an ironic correlation perhaps to the renewal energy of the cupbearer doling out eternal youth. Following the 10th house of individual career achievement, status and standing, the 11th house is where we use that sway for universal benefit. It is the world stage, vast networking, large groups and organization and the affecting of positive change via sweeping platforms. You might say we see a return to a sort of free-form, wide-scale adult-kindergarten where focus is on collaboration and sharing. Someone said “unless you become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven,” that fixed, airy paradise Aquarius seeks to establish here on earth.


I have been overthinking about my performance heroes which do include Spaulding Grey and Eric Bagosian. That’s really what I’m going for. I’d like to put together a whole bunch of writing and just sit in a chair until I felt like getting up. That’s my idea of performance. I don’t get a lot of what I see. But that’s just me. Anyway, I’ve said it before but it’s on the list of life challenges I’ve yet to meet; but I gotta say, for the first time probably ever I can say: that I’m definitely there. Believe me it isn’t a boast I would readily make if such a boast could be. Forty five to go. It’s six weeks basically and I’m feeling confident about it. I am looking so forward, too, to swimming in a warm pool. I might figure out how to do just that on Saturday as well. Yes that is what I will do I will find a pool to go to and just stay in it. Harkens me back to glorious times on the roof of the Printing House—how I loved taking jacuzzis with the likes of Robert Sean Leonard. What ever happened to him? He’s like a younger JCM in so many ways.

I think Libra people really let other people have it, which sounds bad; but, more times than not, they do call out others on their worst stuff—they shine a light on it, draw it to the surface, into the light, they expose others, provide disinfectant. Of course she’s a Libra: Judge Judy is like the funnest example we have of this. It’s a good way to think about it given the sign’s association with light (August Lumière), the abstract image “the personality” as a snapshot, a projection. Anyway just another passing thought. Also if a Libra is finding any one of the infinite relationships they have to be lop-sided, unequally reciprocating, they are not above saying so. Justice isn’t blind, it’s bitchy. People of the sign would do well to let some things go, if only for the fact that it often creates more upset for the Libra to be that long arm of the law than it does for the target of Libra’s rebuke. I myself have regretted the severity with which I have censured people in this situation. I have too strong and cutting a way with words and it is probably my most prominent character flaw. So I like to take my life experience and make it general fodder for a Libra chapter in some book. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

The fact is I might have gotten all I could get onto paper right now. Not to say I won’t keep delivering even as I get ready for my afternoon meeting. I’m looking forward to it I think. Well I’m definitely into the project we are currently working, which actually launches in under three weeks. What fun that is going to be. I really want to promote the pooh out of it. And do all we can to proliferate the entire enterprise. I would love it if they would take off in all different ways and when I say they I mean the product. There’s a clue…the meeting went quite well and yet we have to pull back on some things like photo shoots; but I have my eyes and ears open for other creative possibilities. The point is to be as creative (prolific) as possible; it is the creation of the thing. All very Leo (followed by critical Virgo which may improve upon the pure output of Leo). The sheer proliferation of Leo (that is a nice phrase). The path of proliferation? Perhaps not. At this point I have written three chunky enough paragraphs to tie this thing off and call it a Blague.


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 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. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Salutations

Aquarius 4° (January 23)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1486-1490. 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.

My mind is a swirl of France and Maine, of the past, hoisted upon me from a giant shelf of books I haven’t read. I’m lost at sea in my sense of sanity, questionable, like everyone’s, due to consciousness. Still feeling so young and free and determined and impatient for the reality I’m not living and ever minding the gap. I could be less silently demanding and more at easy relationship; daily drama, a distraction from total backdrop of truth and inevitability.

I guess it was time to start a new poetry file. I was thinking about Gemini, being the bird, and how they like to sing. I wish I had a very good Gemini friend. I had two bad ones in my family growing up but I have encountered such good (women, mainly) Twinsies. Ah, I do have a friend called Damon* who’s a good one—I really need to make a point to see them. Segue. I’m kind of hungry. That’s what you get for waking at 4:43 AM and having breakfast half an hour later. Back to the Gemini thing: Expressing what feels like that crux of consciousness (different from Virgo conscience). I wonder how many times a day I hit delete. I’ve always liked the name Stuart, although I don’t think I could ever pull it off. Coming back does feel harder this time around. But I know I can do it. Vanity being such a good motivator.

It can be a gentle turning of the wheel, and it can include some significant moves. In just over a year’s time we will have something Boston environs. I wonder what would happen to Facebook if we all took just one day to block all our Facebook friends. There will be that investment. We will have the vertical existence. We will put those pieces into place. And all things Glow will be under a completely separate roof. We will be on our way to realizing a new era without having to change much from the existing one, which is great. It’s such a doable formula and includes such great press and promotional possibilities. It’s something I’ve always dreamed of honestly. And we will take the Fall and the Spring to delve the depths of possibility in terms of manufacturing in New England, which will dovetail with my non-profit work.

*As I write this on the posting (if not the actual entry) date, having just wrote this morning about Damian, wouldn’t you know it!: Damian and wife got in touch with us this morning after months “out of the blue”. So guess what folks. we captured a little of that kind of magic I had originally hoped would make it into most of these entries, in one way or another, over the course of time. Sometimes by theme, but today, by way of a little synchronicity.


Okay I am forging ahead and going to do a little timed writing on the Aquarius experience:

Following Capricorn, the cardinal-earthsign, which correlates, among other things, to the old-guard and the edification of tradition, comes the eleventh sign of Aquarius, breaking through what has come before with explosive energy. Aquarius, fixed-air, is about the establishment of new orders, air signifying the world of ideas, sets of ideals, as well as social ideology. The signis associated with all things revolutionary and evolutionary, the sweeping in of new waves and epochs, new concepts, paradigms and constructs. The sign symbol depicts two waves, air-waves, new waves of frequency to which we are all are colletively attuning. The sign’s ruler, Uranus, is the deemed “the awakener,” and its cosmic force is sudden and sweeping. Named for the god of the universe it points to our collective consciousness and, well, univerality—the eleventh astrological house rules large groups and organizations such as would usher in sweeping new modes of thinking. This is also, among many other attriubtes, the astrological house of the future—all that is new to explore, and what uncharted territory, metaphysical or otherwise, into which one can boldly go forth. How better do we represent the future and that which is still left to explore by us but by the concept of infinite outer space, itself, that which the sky-god Uranus personifies in mythology. The fact that Aquarius people are known to be far out or freaky is more than pop-astrology, it speaks to the future energy of the sign.

Uranus signals divergence from the norm, in keeping with its revolutionary power. Now think of it biologically: What is a sudden mutation but an oddity in the present which nonetheless will become the mainstay of the future. It is a glimpse of what is to come. Diversity, all too often a dirty word to conventional thinking and society, is actually the most crucial aspect of the survival of any species. The mutation ultimately  becomes the mainstay. And so if you want to know what the general norm of the human personality will Look like down the line in our history, look to your Aquarian friends and family and they will give you some idea. Shocking isn’t it? Well, shockis that sudden sweepingness of the new. And who knew that Darwinism was thus encoded into this most ancient Zodiac—those crazy Chaldeans! Of course Chrlie himself was born under this most evolutionarily minded sign along with other light-bulb heads like Galileo, Thomas Edison, Copernicus and H.G. Wells who could never have predicted that his steam-punk sensibility might still be trendy into the twenty-first century. Or maybe he did. The male and female Aquarian chapters in our book Sextrologyare titled The Visitorand The Vision, respectively. Taken together they speak to the alien(ated) quality of the sign, as if they are visitors from outer time-space, and to the revelatory energy of the sign, both in their own epiphanous experience as well as that very same effect they can have on others.

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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Framboise

Aquarius 3° (January 22)

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1481-1485. 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.

Here we are in the tricky sign of Gemini and let the games begin. This time of year coincides with my having to deal with a surplus of personalities. Which can itself be, well, tricky. We took a long beautiful walk to the South End and had a little brekkie at The Buttery. It amazes me how clueless staff at places like that are (during the days). It is like that in London too. I find, however, that in places like France and Italy there is more pride and professionalism in the work of someone, even as such, working a little breakfast counter somewhere. The French and Italians make that shit chic. They don’t phone it in the way we do, especially. It does drive me a bit bonkers. Stopped off at the bank and then another big stroll up the avenue. I had a giant breakfast burrito so I won’t eat again. After our client this afternoon, we walk all the way to Harvard Square. Tried to eat at Longfellow where we made a rezzie but the ladies next to us were so loud (bursts of faux laughter) and wait staff walked behind my chair which was just behind a column and bumped me every time and there was a private party taking over the whole upstairs and they had a lousy wine and food selection so really the place is only good for people who like to cocktail. So we high-tailed it downstairs to Alden & Harlow where we had the best meal we’ve had there in a real long while. Andrew was working and he is adorable and always has the best wine recommendations and we had a blast, then headed over to the American Repertory Theater to see We Live in Cairo, which was quite expert.

The sign of Virgo rules the digestion which also serves as a metaphor for our conscience—munching on experience it metes out the nutrients in our life from the detritus. In the sculpting of Pandora, Hepaestus utilizes the best features of each of the goddesses, making her a composite of these. Pandora means “all given.” We see the archetypal roots here of the Virgo male character which can lean toward the Svengali, being (a sometime male-chauvinist) Pygmalion, the Henry Higgins molding his Eliza Doolittle; and we see, too, the roots of the Virgo woman being something of a borrower herself—of all the women in the Zodiac she is most likely to cherry pick elements of style and even personality from other women she admires. It can come as a shock to her friends to see her morphing into them before their eyes. Slowly though she will morph out of being a collection of traits into a unique composition of influences, which is true of all of us to some extent. She will also let herself beSvengali’d (if we can make that a verb) doing little to stop it. The possessive implication of My Fair Ladyobjectifies the female; but we know, from both that musical or the original myth, that Eliza, the modern Galatea, being thus objectified, to use the vernacular, gave her life, literally in Galatea’s case, Pygmalion’s love being a most animating force that turned her from ivory to flesh. Galatea means “milk-white” a nod to the purity element inheritant in the Virgin sign.

The Virgo virgin depicted in the Zodiac, however, is not that Pandora or Galatea but rather the goddess Kore (who becomes Persephone, the Scorpio woman archetype, once Hades-Pluto abducts and drags her into his underworld). Kore is the “daughter,” or more accurately the maiden-form of Demeter, earth goddess of the harvest, correlating to Virgo’s August- September time frame, ending the first half of the astrological year, at Autumnual Equinox, the start of the next sign of LIbra. Demeter is also called Pandora, but in her case the name translates to “all giving.” She giveth and she taketh away. Demeter brings forth the bounties of the Earth when she is reunited with Kore half the year, then plunges us into winter forcing us to grieve along with her, the other half of the year, when Persephone takes her underworld throne. That is the power of the Virgo woman, in particular, who makes herself useful in the lives of others but, if unappreciated, recuses herself, leaving those who’ve come to rely on her at a loss. In our book Sextrologythe Virgo male and female chapters are called The Vehicleand The Vessel, respectively, both of which speak to being a catalyst and a crucible for substantive change, that either emanates from or is filtered through (or both) the human conscience.

In astrology, Chiron represents “the wounded healer” which is spot on Virgo theme. Long before Brené Brown made it her eternal watchword, we assigned the (positive) energy of  “vulnerability” to the Virgo experience, in so far as it relates to humility, which translates to the acceptance of ones own human frailty. Virgo is not, as a rule, the competitive type. The energy of Virgo demures. We see this reflected in the sign’s symbol: The Mother-Earth (Mater/matter) M-shaped symbol with a final flourish that loops back, inward, onto  and crossing itself, creating a hymen effect as befits astrology’s Virgin. This stands in contrast to the near-exact M-shaped symbol of Scorpio whose final flourish instead projects outward in a stinging arrow. We here see, in glyph-y form, the connection between the virgin Kore (Virgo experience) who becomes Persephone, the maker we all meet, in her Chotonian, underworld (Scorpio experience) aspect. Virgo is about purity lost, loss in general, as it relates to disability. Vulnerability, or as we prefer, humility, is an important aspect of the human condition, probably the most human among them. And Virgo people are, by all accounts, the most seemingly hurt of individuals, that being part of their superpower. It all depends on the nature of the Virgo individual—whether or not s/he is capable of taking some licks and being all the better for it; or if it, instead, creates a chip on the old shoulder, where a defense of victimhood, blaming others. instead defines the personality. There is little room to go there. Whereas, when one embraces ones vulnerability one can overcome it and empathize with others and allow it to positively change you on that alchemical level.

For Virgo, change is slow, despite the fact they may seem to suddenly disappear, ditching friends and whole social circles without notice. By paying closer attention you might have seen the Virgo straddling a new enclave, while still drawing benefits from an existing one. The sign rules the ages of 35-42, what has traditionally constituted middle-age (despite sweeping arrested development in our culture) and its namesake crisis; and Virgo people act-out from that perspective all their life, metaphorically getting facelifts or hairplugs or buying a red porsche, that is to say altering the shape and path of their own existence out of a sort of fear of mortality. Virgo people thus mold themselves to fit new situations and social groups. They will ingratiate themselves, serving purposes and working angles they deem necessary to gain acceptance. It’s like they take loss into their own hands, deciding what to lose, themselves, before it is taken away by external forces.


However, as ever, I am moving the spoon. Here some additional thoughts on the Libra experience:

In the history of the pantheon, Apollo is not an early arrival. Scholars note that much of his artsy estate originally belonged to Aphrodite/Venus, namesake of the sign’s planetary ruler. The second half of the Zodiac begins rather ironically: The so-called opposite sign of Aries (self) to Libra (other), Aries is a masculine sign fittingly ruled by Mars, followed by feminine Taurus ruled by female Venus. The second half of the Zodiac begins with Libra a masculine sign ruled by Venus, followed by Scorpio, a feminine sign ruled by Mars and Pluto. And so these feminine attributes of beauty, grace, love are conceptualized via the masculine, mental air sign of Libra into sexless, starry notions. Apollo is not a warm and cozy deity, and, despite his gleaming perfections, he is not his father Zeus’ inheritor—in fact Zeus fears Apollo will overthrow him. Thus Apollo is akin to another light-bringer, Lucifer and ultimately Luke Skywalker (a rather parapetic interpretation of the cardinal-air insignation of the sign!). Apollo’s introduction to the pantheon coincided, too, with the ideal (a very Libran word) of the love between males being a higher form than that of the heterosexual variety—in keeping with a cultural shift that newly favored the patriarchy, particularly in Athens (as opposed to feminist Sparta) where women had far fewer rights. Libra women might have metaphysically inherited an axe to grind on that score. They are as reclaimers and proponents of latent female power. Female archetypes of the sign include Astraea and Dike, both goddesses of justice, the former representing innocence on that score, the latter moral order and convention—they are associated and often interchangeable in mythology. Both goddesses, especially Astraea, are said to be the last to have lived among humans before abandoning earth for the sky, where these goddesses watch mankind in anticipation of the return of a Golden Age—indeed Astraea’s return to Earth would usher in a new era of enlightenment. (The Golden Age is associated with the rule of the deposed Titan-king, Saturn, whose namesake planet is exalted in the sign of Libra.)

Consciousness raising is the primary keynote of the sign of Libra. With the seventh astrological house being that of relationships, partnerships, contracts, the focus is on the social aspect of these assignations. Libra energy is duty bound to uplift others in the process of raising one’s own consciousness and spirit—this is the cosmic energy of Apollo and Astraea (Venus on the astral plane) and Dike who, like Apollo, carries a lyre and is laurel wreathed. It is for the love of humanity as a whole (in contrast to finding ones own humanity within via the previous sign of Virgo) that we hope to achieve this elevation. The biblical association with Libra are the Psalms which is the most lyric portion of the bible; it is made up of poems, songs, spells, really (complete with stage directions on lighting candles and like-actions to ritualize these magic words). In our book Sextrology, the male and female chapters are titled The Characterand The Charmrespectively, and the speak to the development of ones abstract element of self, our character, and the power we have to positively charge and charm others and the world around us (among other interpretations of these titles). Libra energy is about relationships and our social conscience as an evolution from the Virgo focus on the personal variety. It speaks to the invisible link between us all and the notion that none of us is free until all of us are. Whether from the pulpit or podium or soapbox or high priest/ess pedestal, the messages of equality and unity are clear—Venus energy is about union and, on the earthly Taurus level, it speaks to personal beauty, allure and attraction of the individual; here the energy is hinged on the beauty of high ideals and principles that unify us all, still, one relationship at a time, the seventh house ruling  one-on-one relationships which, if you think about it, all our relationships are. The Venus symbol has been called the mirror of Aphrodite, and where it speaks to the physical beauty, attraction but also vanity and envy associated with Taurus, here, in Libra, being “the fairest of them all” is purely conception. The mirror is now purely metaphorical, designed for the searching of our own conscience and, indeed, our soul. In Libra, every other person is our mirror in whom we want to see reflected our our most ideal character and uplifted spirit.

The (male and female) Apollonian archetypes which most prominently reside in Libran people emphasize an intellectual experience of life over an emotional. Libra people, inhabiting the world of “light”, that of appearances and a higher, idealized consciousness, have difficulty digging below the surface of both their own psychology and more animal-instincets, as well as making deep connections with others. They can overemphasize a need for external order as a substitute for feeling internally sorted.


I will regale you now with some added thoughts on the Scorpio experience.

Scorpio rules the genitals and reproductive system, which we conceal, and, though it is the seat of certain desire, it also carries the metaphoric shadow aspects of shame and repression. Desire is something deeper than want, working through us rather then deriving from us. Sexual desire, or our brands thereof, isn’t something that we can alter, despite what Mike Pence might think; we can repress it, giving rise to emotional or psychological problems in so doing, or we can honor it as some inherent bit of cosmic real estate within over which our conscious mind has no sovereignty. It is desire that brings obtainment—again the so-called opposite signs of Taurus and Scorpio being hinged on having or possesion—only here, unlike Taurus which is about material possession, we are dealing with energetic, indeed psychic possession in the sign of Scorpio, the centerpiece of the third quadrant, that of the metaphysical mental plane.

In our book Sextrology the male and female chapters are titled The Strangerand The Specimen, respectively, speaking to the secret, stealthy, if not estranged, nature of the sign along with its focus on being an exemplary, essential and distilled creature who seeks to remain uncorrupted by external influences or forces. That Scorpio sting is really a strident refusal to people-please in any way. For all their secrecy, Scorpio people do not, as a rule, hide anything about their true natures; they are completely up front about who they are and what they believe, if not, again, experiencing their opinions as facts, being doggedly dogmatic. They simply feel no compulsion to share the details of their lives, even, or especially, with their closest friends or family. They hold themselves in extremely high esteem and though they are the most seductive of signs the never chase opportunities or people. Like a spider or a dragon or a snake in the grass, the silently lie in wait for others to enter into their experience—that said they tend to be worshipful of wealthy people, equating Pluto riches with personal power. Still, of all the signs they are most likely to take others hostage, emotionally or otherwise—they don’t put themselves out or change a thing about their own routine to accommodate others. When you’re with them it is on their terms; and even when they are invited guests, they will impose their strong influence on the proceedings, if only through the bringing along of games, side dishes, or gifts that one must play, sample or use straight away. There is a sense of their replecating themselves through others. And, among the most judgmental of individuals, if you don’t comply enough with their way (or the highway) you may be frozen out.

The sign of Scorpio rules the human ages of 49-56 which is associated with menopause or a supposed loss of power, which isn’t exactly the case. Like in the Scorpion months of October and November, when the outward appearance of life, leaves and all such foliage, falls away, reverting energy to the unseen root level, a point in the cycle of regeneration, such is the metaphoric snapshot of this age for the sign of Scorpio and its people who find the world of appearances to be fatuous on the whole. Not only is the (sexual) root chakra linked to Scorpio but one might say it is the proverbial place that people of the sign are coming from. Scientifically, even, menopause is said to be for women something of a renaissance of their mental life, long associated, mythically and throughout literature with the onset of increased wisdom. In the biblical line, Libra’s poetically lyrical Psalms are followed by Scorpio’s profoundly wise Proverbs. And though the Scorpio may appear icy on the outside, s/he is fairly smoldering within. We think of Persephone entranced (frozen) and silent on her throne, communicating telepathically to each departed soul, deciding their ultimate fate, and sending their souls in the direction of her choosing. She is herself a frozen asset, the barren queen of the underworld, who returns to the world of the living each year to resume her formal role as the goddess of springtime, Kore (the maiden of Virgo). Maid and crone but never mother (except that she is the maiden form of her own earth mother, Demeter), she is nonetheless a goddess of cycles and regeneration, life (springtime) and death (that maker we all meet).

Meaning is Scorpio’s life goal, thus they don’t seem designed for fun or even a simple happiness. They present as serious and superior, loath to suffer fools, even when wrestling with their own inner demons of self-doubt, insecurity and self-destructive tendencies. On that score they seem to withstand overindulgences in earthly delight better than most, often reveling in subversive actions, if not a certain decadent chic that can go along with it. It’s one of the ways they keep us guessing; and yet, if pressed, they are first to wear their insidious lifestly on their sleeve. They despise dishonesty in any form, and they get a secret thrill in flirting, if just a bit, with what might smack of a darker side of life. It fits their default rather pessimistic view. And even if living the most shiny, wholesome lifestyle, they will always find something to be self-loathing about. They can be seditious in relationships, talking behind the backs of even those who might consider them the closest friends. It’s just part and parcel of their love of intrigue and a cloak-and-dagger view of social interaction, but they risk taking gaslighting, especially, a bit too far. We say Scorpio doesn’t text as much as s/he subtexts, their words never intended just for face value. There is always something of a sting, a backhanded compliment, or a tiny twist of the knife. They take Taurus’ need to be liked to a new level, seeking to possess others, as if embodying an addictive substance to which others might become hooked. Scorpios make you feel you need them while all the while testing your mettle in putting up with (read: loving) them. They get into your head, like the cute but rather terrifying Lucy, in the Peanuts, ever playing the psychiatrist, scanning your psyche for root intent.


Anyway on to writing some new thoughts on the Sagittarius experience:

Dionysus represents nature asmale, he is god of ritual madness and religious ecstacy, a liberator and rule breaker and the only Olympian god to have a mortal parent. He isn’t pre-civilization wild, but rather embodies liberation from the restraints of existing society, the returnto a natural state. Thus his rites entailed the drinking of his wine and frenzied dancing, opening up the consciousness to altered, arguably higher states of mind while recapturing the wild animal level of being, all in all, a return to primordial nature. Though it mightn’t have appeased Hera, Dionysian cults and rites were mainly associated with, and driven by women, along with slaves, outlaws, foreigners and the otherwise marginalized. The rites included dancing to rhythmic beats, flinging ones head back, so to break on through to the other side. Sagittarius is the energy of lightning flashess of genius, where it borders on madness, blowing ones own noggin. We still see this same triggering of ecstaticism in evangelical churches, in voodoo practice, and in native american rituals. Sagittarius is the sign of the jazz, rock ‘n roll and the Beats (itself a combined duality of being beaten down and also beatific, raised high, all at the same time).

Dionysus carries a fennel staff topped with a pinecone, called the thyrsus, which, (somehow the ancients knew?), realtes to the pineal gland, where the two halves of the brain meet, the proverbial third eye. Like the opposite sign of Gemini, the Twins being one mortal one divine, pointing to that duality, Sagittarius, here, sees the half-mortal-half-divine Dionysus nonetheless coming together to enter the kingdom of heaven and take a coveted throne. Like the namesake Mercury, which rules Gemini, that messenger god is the psychopomp who can travel from the underworld of Hades to Olympus; and the late arriving Dionysus is likewise the communicant between the living and the dead; and like the androgynous adolsescent Mercury, Dionysus is described as man-womanish, bridging another duality. Juno is famed for blinding wise Tieresias (Dionysus’ high priest) who lived for times as both man and woman, for siding with Zeus as to which gender has more pleasure in sex (ironically, Zeus said women do). Tieresias was given second-sight in recompense—how Sagittarian. In our book Sextrology, the Sagittarius male and female chapters are titled The Maverick and The Maven, respectively, pointing to the wild, outside-the-box element as well as that of the doyenne enthusiast. In the Dionysian rites, the mainly women celebrants (maenads) tore apart live animals and ate raw flesh, reinacting Dionysus’ bloody beginnings of would-be death and rebirth. The word enthusiasm, literally meaning: letting the god enter (oneself), derives from this practice, in keeping with the exuberant energy of Sagittarius. The connection, marriage, of one’s mortal self with the divine is seen too in the notion of genius and lower-case juno, words that originally expressed the notion of an indwellling personal god. The concept of the male genie (god within the male) still exists in our collective imagination while its counterpart juno (the indwelling goddess in women) has been all been eradicated. The Sagittarian mottos I see and I understand both point to a certain divine gift of said genius which happens in lightning flashes. The arrow glyph of the sign suggests an ability to reach further than our human vision can take us—all fire signs are associated with weaponry: Aries (the warrior spear) and Leo (the sword as determines rightful kingship) and the expansive bow and arrow, here, which requires a certain leap of faith in hitting a desired mark. You might say this is one aspect of the Sagittarius superpower, the shadow side of which would be, among other things, blind risk-taking.

In the bliblical line, following wise Proverbs, associated with Scorpio, we come to the most ecstatic book of them all Ecclesiates, which matches the Sagittarian estate. It is the most life-affirming and yet fatalistic of books where we find the phrase “eat, drink and be merry,” so akin to Auntie Mame exclaiming that “life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death. Taking huge bites out of life is what Sagittarius is all about. The age group associated with the sign is 56-62, when one is at the height of their worldly power (the realm of goddess Juno), the pinnacle of their professional career, at their most expert with fullest knowledge, preparing as big a golden parachute as they can. The eleventh house is that of omniscience as it relates to learning, travel, experience and all forms of expansion that may nurture one’s most compassionate and visionary nature.


Anyway today is about meditating on new Capricorn ideas.

The Capricorn motto is I use which is to day I don’t waste, neither time nor energy, or fritter away that which is worth preserving on that which on that which is not sustainable. The goat is built for the ascent but here’s the rub: Capricorn is the Sea Goat, and it has this fishy bit, which carries paradoxical meaning. Water sybmolizes intuition something Capricorns have in abundance, it also signifies emotion which we hope will fuel the Capricorn, not drag them down. The amphibious Sea Goat is also the perfect being to inhabit a metaphorical moutain-lake environment, the reservoir formed by restrictive power. Shan-gri-la is like golden-age Arcadia, where nobody ages. Just as the cardinal-water sign of Cancer, the so-called opposite of Capricorn, is the source, Capricorn is the resource; and just as Cancer is associated with the archetype of Cinderella, so is Capricorn personified as the fairy god mother, a female personification of one’s higher power. Capricorns, whose birthright energy is faith, tend more than others to be one and the same with their higher power. And on the male side, we associate going to the mountain with, among other archetypes, old Moses, who let’s himself go grey via the experience, just as baby Moses, going from mother to mother along the (cardinal-water) river, is associated with Cancer, ruled by the Moon, the mother principle in astrology. Just as the fairy godmother comes with strict instructions (the sign of Capricorn at the very top of the Zodiacal wheel, at twelve o’clock, the stroke of midnight) so too does Moses receive and thus deliver a list of rules and regulations, restrictions—shalt nots!—to lay on us, ten to be exact, the number associated with Capricorn. God also told Moses to build his tabernacle out of goat hair, one might guess, because of it’s enduring, eternal qualities.

That fishy bit of the Sea Goat, on the flipside of symbolizing feeling and intuition, also amounts to a bit of emotional baggage. Again, the sign’s motto should be triggered here, and the Capricorn individual should use it as fuel to further their ascent in life. The body parts ruled by the sign include the knees, the skeleton and the skin, which, taken metaphorically, points to pray or certain supplication, structure (and a love thereof), and that notion, again, of containment. The scapegoat derives from the worship of the goat-god Baal and worshippers would heap their own baggage and troubles and sins upon the back of said goat and send it off away, thus ritualizing their atonement. The signature melancholy that can be associated with Capricorn people speaks to this serious sense of renunciation and retibution inherent in the sign. There is an aspect to their life where they are forever doing penance. And ask any Capricorn if they feel scapegoated in general in their lives. Like many things astrological we can’t fully explain, most Capricorn people are left holding the bag as early as childhood, burdened with the care of fellow siblings or even their parents, having to be the grown-up in the room well before a normally appointed time. And, as we’ve seen, and not without fault or reason, the Capricorn man, especially, might suffer some pretty public displays of being scapegoated. Richard Nixon; Mel Gibson; Phil Spector, et al. Incarceration is, after all, a vivid manifestation of containment. Such drastic examples aside, the Capricorn experienced is hinged on the sign’s most potent superpower, that of Faith, the shadow-side of which is Fear. The word panic comes from that goat-god Pan. The word tragedy comes from the Greek tragodiameaning goat song. The color ruled by the sign is black, a color typically worn by priests and nuns, as it is meant to absorb negativity, to take on that responsibility, as to save the rest of us, much the way they pray, on their Cap-ruled kneecaps, for the good of all humanity. We’ve said it before but: Capricorns by nature put the nun in renunciation.

In our book Sextrology, the Capricorn male and female chapters are titled The Stickler and The Sleeper, respectively, pointing to the hard-line traditionalist energy, as well as the subtle but enduring, slow-burn success associated with the sign. Capricorn rules the ages of 62-69, the usual age of retirement falling into that span. Their love of loafters, ascots, caftans, sandals and other such leisure wear not withstanding, people of the sign embody the mindset of having already achieved their desired life goals. There is something of a self-help lesson in that as the Capricorn naturally acts as if; and though natives of the sign are no strangers to steep climbs, uphill battles and other such tests of endurance they are paradoxically the most accepting, least rushed and, sometimes seemingly unambitious of folks as their life journeys are taken up gradually with constant opportunites for stopping to smell the roses and enjoy the view, all the while being steady as she goes. Because they more readily accept the difficulties of life, they tend to process them more thoroughly, if not readily; and as a rule life becomes easier, and the Capricorn character more light-hearted over time. Of all the signs, they are the hands-down late bloomers. To boot, they don’t suffer burnout the way the rest of us can, as they allow even the harder knocks in life to toughen them up, conditioning their body, minds and spirits, so they become increasingly able to not only withstand but transcend what might trip up others. They are especially impervious to the opinions of others, exuding what might considered a natural superiority—the tenth house is that of status as well as public life—presenting as unflappable and insouciant and forever going higher, lest we forget Michelle Obama is born under this sign, as are other people, women especially, whom we might ultimately label iconic (never lightweight) including Betty White, Patti Smith, Maggie Smith, Annie Lennox, Dolly Parton, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Mary J. Blige, Marelene Dietrich, Diane Keaton, Katy Sagal, Sissy Spacek, Annie Lennox, not to mention some supermodels called Kate, Christy and Helena all of whom seem to improve with age, none of whom are swayed by outside opinion.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! And also 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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