Libra 9° (October 1)
Okay so I am back at it and in order to succeed in this I have to take a very quick inventory. First I must see where I left off in my writing process. So I did that which is good and now I’m still not back in the saddle quite. I will do my damnest to get there today but it won’t be easy given the events of the last days. I will write a bit by hand and type it in. But, as we think about this television show becoming a reality, its first about names sweetie: Gloria Reuben, Jennifer Aniston, Charlize Theron, Emily Mortimer, Alessadro Nivola, Kim Cattral, Sharon Stone, Parker Posey, Jessica Williams, Talia Balsam, John Slattery, Tony Goldwyn, Heather Mattarazzo, Elizabeth Marvel, Bill Camp, Danny Burstein, Jillian Armanante, Jane Adams, Maryann Plunkett, Jay O. Sanders, Robin Wright, Bridget Everett, John Cameron Mitchell, Juliana Marguilies, Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy, Laverne Cox, Laura Linney, Rob Lowe, Sarah Jessica Parker, Cynthia Nixon, Kristen Johnston, Cole Escola, Jeffery Self, John Early, Dolly Wells, Helena Bonham Carter, Anthony Rapp, Russel Tovey, Murray Bartlett, Michael Imperioli, Jeanne Trippelhorn, Saffron Burroughs, Alan Cumming (who was delivered a wrong impression of me), Deborah Harry, Gwendoline Christie, Brooke Smith, Desiree Burch, maybe Mary Birdsong, Erin Markey but she has always been trouble for me, maybe Bill Irwin but he too grates on my nerves. Penny could be really good and fresh and interesting, Constantine Maroulis and Ezra Miller (both from my home town along with Armanante) Chloe Sevigny (nah), Mario Cantone, Samantha Matthis. Producers: Megan Fox, Alan Poul Writers: Johni Marchinko, Daniel Goldfarb, Gary Lennon, Jeffrey Whitty, Ben West. Directors: Andrea Arnold, Daniel Minahan. I hope people Google themselves and land here.
Another area of focus this year can be found by determining which natal house is effectively brought to the Ascendant. For example, if the Solar Return Ascendant is 14 degrees Cancer, and this degree is found in the natal fifth house, the natal fifth house is effectively “brought” to the Ascendant, and will be another area of focus. Solar Return Moon in Aquarius: The need for emotional “space” this year is evident. You are emotionally curious and somewhat detached. Your emotional reactions this year may be quirky, but you are not ruled by your emotions as much as other years. New friendships or group activity, or changes in these areas, may be part of the picture. Hard aspects to Mars can bring with them confrontations and moments of emotional anger. This is largely because you are far from indifferent on an emotional level this year. Your passions are aroused and it is hard for you to step back and objectively review any given situation. You can be emotionally impulsive during this period of your life, and your hunger for new experiences can reveal itself in restlessness and/or impatience. Hard aspects to Uranus have the effect of “speeding up” the emotional reactions. You are more willing to take risks this year. Surprises come your way, and you may do things or experience things that you never imagined. This is a year when you can expect the unexpected. You are seeking emotional excitement, whether this is a deliberate or subconscious thing.
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 921-925. 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.
Note to Self: All these “Dashing Through” Blagues also have notes on what I did on that actual day, mainly in London. So go back and look at those. Sagittarius excess run amok is then restricted, contained by Saturn-ruled Capricorn whose motto is I use. That is to say I don’t waste. I save. I conserve. Capri-corn, the goat horn of plenty, is all resource. It is Cardinal-Earth, the mountain with its natural resevoirs. We go to the mountain to pray and receive god’s command-ments, rules, restrictions, shall’t nots. The 10th house is about rules, discipline, structure, status. We’ve left the ecstatic Ecclesiastes and entered the venerable Song of Old King Solomon. This sign has a lot of old-man energy. Moses, too whom god told to build a tabernacle from goat hair. Capricorn actually rules the knees, prayer, skeleton, structure; and the skin, containment.
At this point in the story, Jesus delivers his sermon on the mount, originally sacred to goat god Ba’al. This leads to his containment, incarceration and… Capricorn MLK gave his I’ve Been to the Mountaintop speech and next day…Tragedy. From Greek tragodia, meaning Goat Song. Scapegoat is a high status sacrifical figure saves us by taking on our sins. And do Cap people tend to be scape-goated? Sure. We’re mainly self-sacrificing. I’d climb to the nearest hilltop and take the hit if I could rid us of that orange Capricorns are like meh. They’re reserved, resigned, resolute. Resistant!
We all must ask ourselves for what are we willing to do? How much we are willing to sacrifice for the for the good of all people. The mythical Saturn is the old, deposed king, cut down. His emblem is the sycthe, the sickle. He is old father time, the grim reaper. We should do that song. At Winter Solstice the young Oak King vanquishes the old Holly King, Saturn, Santa. Solomon. Obiwan Kenobi. We make our sacrifices, our Capricorn New Year’s resolutions to give up fill in the blank. Out with the old.
And by the way, Jesus isn’t a Capricorn. He’s a Pisces. They added two months to the calendar since his birth. Anyway, Shepherds don’t tend their sheep until nearing Spring. There are no lambs slung over Shepherd’s shoulders in winter.
This song on the theme of incarceration and resolution was written by a Capricorn who was born on Christmas day.
song: Fairytale of New York
Knowing he’s being scapegoated, what would JC do? Throw a dinner party! Yep. Performing a bit of transsubstantiation. Bread into flesh, wine into blood, in that holy grail, the Aquarian “water” bearer of everlasting life. In Greek myth, the cup bearer, Hebe, pours the nectar that ensures the gods’ youthful immortality. John the Baptist too bears the baptismal waters of everlasting life. The lone voice in the wilderness alienated, outcast, a madman, the weirdo on the shortbus who’s really just ahead of his time.Well we all know how alienating being a progressive can be! Aquarius people are like ah (light bulb), a bit alien, alienating? alienated?
Jesus, too, feels he’ll be thrice denied like any christy coffee house hippy would, and then, that even god has forsaken him. But Aquarius Fixed-Air is a thousand points of light. Other Stars. Not the singular fiery star-birth of Aries, But steady beacons via which we navigate. Our true north. The Star card in the Tarot is the Waterbearer. Aquarius is the Stars. All of Space. Universality. Ruled by Uranus the mythic god of the Universe. Omniscent. Truth and Revelation. Aquarius’ motto is I know. No second guessing.
We can’t tell you how to have a revelation, but it will come in the eleventh hour if you’ve done all you can. The eleventh house that of the future. Revelation provides a glimpse of what’s to come.
Capricorn with its Old-Man imagery is the past while Aquarius is about what’s next, the shock of the new, the future, evolution and revolution. Aquarius, the so-called weirdo sign of freaks and geeks, is all about mutation. Science teaches us that it is along lines of sudden mutation—literal diversity—that species actually evolve.
Aquarius rules the ankles, which are weak and prone to injury, because they are a recent feature of our evolution, standing upright, still a bit iffy.
Anyway, the 11th house is also that of humanity into whose arms you might fall. A trust exercise. Aquarius is the Dawn, before which it is darkest.
Opposing Leo, the Sun, Aquarius is perhaps our own distant star to which we must return. Jesus’ last words may well have been beam me up. Feeling oh so alone. Here a duet between an Aquarius and a Leo..
song: Don’t Give Up
Okay, so we’ve arrived at Pisces, ruled by Neptune, the planet of dissolution, named for the god of the sea, the planet of energetic non-material existence. And yes we have gotten to the point where someone has “died” only to show days later sporting some spiffy stigmata.
And that not only did he not die but now neither will anyone else who believeth in him. Which is totally cute. Pisces’ motto is I believe. Belief preceding proof. Pisces rules the feet and before we walk on water we had better believe we can.
Science ultimately proves many a belief.
Like the fact that everything really is non-material, that all is energy in variying densities. And that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Something the ancient Zodiac seemed to know along. So none of us are really going anywhere. Moot point. Immaterial.
We simply pass over the rainbow bridge through Salome’s seven colored scarves, over the RoyGBiv to Oz or Nirvana, the immaterial universe…..which is right here all the time. Pisces’ opposite facing fish portray the two-way street of birth and death, in limbo or utero. Pisces is Mutable-Water, the primordial soup from whence we came and to which we return.
The 12th house is that of asylum or the asylum. A haven, sanctuary, oblivion, all and nothingness.
And as I said, Jesus was a Pisces. The Jesus Fish. The Pisces fish are the totems of Aphrodite, called Mari, and her son Eros. Mari is Mary whose della robbia blue gown fringed in white is the sea fringed with foam. Eros was at once the oldest of all the gods and yet an eternal babe. Eros is Love. Jesus is Love. Energetic Love. Spiritual Love. That which connects us all. Close your eyes. Imagine, believe, that you are pure energy, letting your notions of matter dissolve. And feel yourself, as molecules, as atoms, as protons, as neutrons, hadrons, quarks, as pure energy, sharing the same primordial soup as the rest of us.
song: Within You Without You
As Matt vamps…Some of you gave us some birth information and we have something for you. Where is X, Y, Z. And we have some little trinkets for everyone too. Thank you all so much for coming. Thank Ania, Jon + Joe’s Pub people. Tip mightily. And please give a big round of applause to Danton Boller, Tomoko Akoboshi, Patrick Johnson Mr. Matt Ray, my personal Juno, The American Baroness, Stella Starsky and Quinn Cox.
encore: Written in the Stars
As egalitarian as that song might be, not one woman sung lead on that original. Just saying. Anyhoo. This next song could only have been written by a Scorpio. For all Libra’s goodness and light, Scorpio is dubious of appearances and must dig below the surface. If Libra is the glaring light of consciousness Scorpio is the deep, dark unconscious and subconsious.
Yes! That’s where Scorpio feels the true riches, spiritual or otherwise, are lodged. Scorpio’s ruler Pluto god of the underworld. It’s Fixed-Water, concentrated, intense also frozen emotion. Ice, crystals, gems a metaphor for the deep meaning and repressed desire wrought by, to be mined from subterranean pressure of the subconscious. Having shifted from poetic Psalms to wise, weighty, Proverbs we’ve left Libra’s gleaming pulpit to delve our both own inner depths and the subversive, hidden elements of society.
We all really must make an effort to uncover what’s going on—in here—and out there. Societies, like people, are only as sick as their secrets and not to go all conspiracy theory on you but there’s lots we don’t know. Pluto in his cloak of invisibility, is also god of riches. How you say: Plutocracy. One Scorpio motto I desire.
Desires are subconscious, seeming to exist in spite of ourselves—gems buried alive in our psyches aching to be exhumed. Scorpio people are best at mining their inner world for meaning. Their brand of spirituality embraces mystery, the unknowable. They are comfortable with uncertainity, something they can teach us all to be. And they keep us guessing. They search themselves for gems of personal truth despite their being guarded by inner demons/dragons, a Scorpio totem of lust, obsession, fear, shame, repressed power to unleash, lest it consume us!
Regenerative power! Scorpio does rules the genitalialalala. Scorpio’s other motto We have, expresses an urge to merge thru sex or psychic possession or joint banking. The 8th house is that of other people’s money, sex, sleep, death: merging with each other, the unconscious, and the infinite. Eight is the lemniscate, symbol of infinity. Creation, destruction. Scorpio’s like hm.
Isong: Believe In Father Christmas
Had a swim (forty lengths) and talked with a few fellows I met in the lobby, two of whom were called Jim (a suited guy) and Jon, the Aussie. First there was the tall guy whose name I didn’t quite catch. Had a bloody good time downstairs in the lobby. Then went to Neal’s Yard for a smoked salmon sandwich and a ginger tumeric tea. Then to the Cursed Child Partr One where a row of children behind us ate their Halloween candy, crinkling wrappers all the while. Then we had our dinner break at J. Sheekey. We drank. Pol Roger, I ate dressed crab, we ordered two Chablis, and I had Skate wing for my main. Sublimeness. Then back to Harry where the kids were replaced by their parents who weren’t quite contrite enough. It was lie watching a really good live movie. The best thingabout it was the staging—I think about it as I would a musical, that’s how choreographed it was. I don’t know why all this time I thought it was going to be a serious play. I imagined something Pinteresque—why would I do that. I almost lost my wallet. Was found and had a “scar on it.” I small price to pay for what will turn out to be a pretty lucky season for me, despite my penchant for pressing it.
No swim. Took train from Charring Cross to the O2 Indigo for graduation which was quite moving. Hung out a bit. Had a beer with Joe while the graduants had champagne. Took train to Picadilly and ate lunch at Nobi. Everyone likes Ottolenghi. I feel like it’s the emporers new clothes of food to be honest. Apparently Joe is allergic to some red wine. Not Chiantis. We managed fine. Anyway we went back to hotel but again got the same kind of lost into Bloomsbury—I have this ancient notion that Soho and Covent Garden run west to east not north to south. So we ended up on the Tottencourt Road. When will I learn that lesson? This time I say. Never again. Did a bit of packing then downstairs to meet Joe and Noelle and Pam with Stella. Some guy called Daniel playing the keyboard and guitar in a jazzy manner. He was reallly good. He had a thing called a “harmonizer” I want one of those. Will definitely get one.
At this point, I’m feeling a bit sliding doors-ish. I have a sense of what my life might be with resources being far less an object and the breadth of more alone time and space. Autonomy is an issue for anyone in a couple I realize; but for us it is a hot topic as we live work and do everything together. In some ways, we have been looking forward to school being over so that we can both again “be at the same table” working on our plans and dreams. Yet we both know that too too much togetherness can make each of us tense. It’s important to find a balance and sometimes, ironically, to do that, one must go to extremes. The pendulum can swing for me and now I’m in the loving arms of Self-Love.
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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