Aquarius 24° (February 12)
I go into town to grab some groceries and I get aggressed by the freak. I tell the lawyer and I call the cops. That happened. Getting very little done these few days but I kind of don’t care. Turning a corner and what I am writing I am pretty much liking. I will give you a bit of a taste.
Gemini woman doesn’t miss a trick. She is a no-nonsense character who pulls no punches and is thoroughly engaged in the daily process of living. A go-to family member and friend, Gemini takes charge of small-group and community aims and endeavors, acting as the headquarters for common goals and campaigns and as the social director for pleasure outings and shared holidays. She is the boots on the ground for any loved one needing assistance, and she excels in start-up or pop-up projects and as a manager of people, an expert delegator and unapologetic negotiator. Her true affections are reserved for a select few, but she can sweet talk total strangers into doing her bidding like nobody’s business, slapping on a saccharine demeanor that loved ones find comically false but highly effective. Unlike others who are endowed with natural talents, when she is gifted, intellectually or creatively, specifically, one might say she is touched by genius, often never having to hone her talents, as if they divinely endowed, in spite of herself. Gemini considers herself a regular girl, if not a plain Jane, even when she is blessed with surpassing beauty, as are many women of the sign. She dispels any sense of possessing status or privilege, and yet she tends to be obsessed with the gritty details of tabloid gossip, along with that of her residential or professional community, dishing the dirt being her favorite form of entertainment. Her penchant for such low-brow amusements doesn’t stem from a superficiality on her part, but rather it’s the absurdity of it all that tickles her fancy and funny bone. Very few of the total twenty-four signs love to laugh as much, as often, or as full throatedly as the Gemini, who draws on the archetype of the air sprites, fairies and other mythic winged creatures, as befits her status as the sole female born under the mutable-air sign. Her mind is a steel trap, keen and penetrating, and before there were technological terms like downloading or clouds, Gemini woman was always a receiver, and a transmitter, of endless information, to which, it almost defies logic, she is privy. Despite her flighty astrological assignation, she is extremely practical, decisive and black-and-white in her thinking, likes and dislikes, and her leveling of opinions. She typically bonds for life with a single best friend or two, cutting most ties from her youth without compunction. Her immediate family provides ninety percent of her human interaction, and she is fiercely protective, often overly so, of her brood. She can be a tough bird, not the friendliest of characters, stemming from shyness, insecurity, if not outright social anxiety. Gemini does not readily do karaoke or audience participation.
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 1581-1585. 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.
The whole idea of the gods being alive. The fact that astrology finally put that all into context. That the gods were alive again. That it started up that I knew what my mother was talking about. There were some scary moments. My psychic ability would get stronger when I drank because my conscious mind would get out of the way. Talk about partying a bit. Take poetic license during that time in France as well. All the stuff about isolation puting the pot into that place and then the astral projecting shaky hands and eyeballs. I have no idea why just wrote that. I didn’t hang out with them 24/7 they legitimized me but I only saw them socially on occasion. There was no static cling the way I thought friends were supposed to be, my friendships were always very intense. I always had a best friend. I talk about how life became magic. Maybe word got out and they thought I was a bit psycho? A lot of psychosis also sort of come to light at puberty but that thing with Peter Reynolds got me the reputation that I was psycho. The dreams started. I have predictive powers I still get them. Some times I remember to tell Stella about them so that I have proof in case they come true. I’ll give you a for instance. Tell the dream about the man. We were in Boston in the dead of winter it was freezing outside.
These people didn’t want anything from me they weren’t codependent. Make a giant scroll out of the poem “As if I don’t have enough to do”Conceit that images pop out of my phone. Jewish eye candy and the Suzy Menkes story. I didn’t do anything of the sort but the ideas were at least flowing. I have to write a blurb on a new sponsor:
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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