Libra 16° (October 8)
The night before last I had this dream that I legally changed my name to McDonough, my mother’s maiden name. Then S. tells me she is speaking to her former professor who is urging her to consider a PhD program in Ireland. I ask her rhetorically if spouses of students can go along on a visa, forgetting I had the dream. Then I went to work, with a renewed sense of optimism because really there is a way to get through all the work this year and still make a major geographic move if need be. A new mantra emerged—Every Hour Is A Page—and I’m going to keep that firmly attached to the vision of my guarding Tarot pull for the project, the Eight of Pentacles, which is the energetic spirit I need. We started watching The Vow on HBO and being a sucker for series about cults I’m already fascinated. More as the day unfolds but I thought I’d get this party started. (Actually I’m writing in advance and will add to this maybe as the days of travel follow).
Got on the road by 10:10 and just made our way direct to Cambridge. Someone not me packed us veggie burger sandwiches. I had sent a final draft to lawyer of letter to fuckface. Lawyers, for me, are for peace of mind. And by the time I was parked in lot listening to news of thwarted domestic terrorism and plot to kidnap the Michigan governor, lawyer had signed off pretty much. S.’s appointment went superfast and we took the best route backroads from Cambridge to Reading that ever was. I never have to drive on that awful highway again and I can tell you now I never will. Got to Nancoise and it was just camouflage guy. We had a little hang out and then I took a power nap while S. and G. did their book club. Dinner with the parents was super simple—soup, cold cuts and salad—and I felt bizarre, having fought terrible allergies all day. We had a little family time and then I watched news all night which I never do. Have not seen Rachel Maddow now in years, so much so I’m not even sure I just typed her name correctly. I have a lot on my mind in a sense that is derailing me, subconsciously. Doctors always get me prethinking and tomorrow will be first time I have a doctor younger than me. I don’t know why I’m spooked. Oh yes I do: there is a pandemic and he has the nuclear codes.
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 956-960. 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 first sign of Aries is all about birth and new beginnings. The headstrong Ram is the symbol—we’re typically born head first. Aries is the cardinal-fire sign. It is a spark, and ignition of new experience. On the grand scale the spark of big bang creation but on a personal level it is our individual spark, our purpose, motivation. Aries is ruled by Mars, named for the Roman War god the Greek Ares (A-r-e-s) who, like the Ram, attacks life. He is fiercely single-minded in his sole objective. His emblem is the spear. He has a point.
Aries people tend most to be this way. Perhaps to a fault. Not that sensitive to their effect on others. But they illustrate the point. That we must put ourselves first. Our own oxygen masks on first. That we must all be one with our purpose.
So you must first ask yourself what is your point? What we you born to be? Are you being it? It all starts with living your purpose. And it’s never to late to do so. The first house rules the physical body. Embodiment. Mars rules the blood. What is in your blood?
Aries motto is I am. Being. Being and Embodiment. Buddha was an Aries. And, his brand of spirituality, and really Aries default brand of spiritualityis all about the capital S self.
Next: by contrast, Taurus is all about union—with other. Unlike objective Mars ruled Aries, Taurus is subjective ruled by alluring Venus goddess of beauty inviting the beholder. It is the fixed-earth sign. Think of a garden Eden. A flower appealing to our senses, which are ruled by Taurus, along with the throat and voice. The pastoral flower gods and nymphs are archetypes of the sign, emanations of innocence which incite temptation—which we know from the bible which we’re steering clear of here tonight, a garden theme.
Taurus’ motto is I have, parenthetically (what you want). The second house of Taurus is that of our talents, assets and value all of which draws others to us. Taurus people tend to be loaded with talent. Yeah they’re full of it. But we all must take inventory of our talents and assets and cultivate them, as one would a garden, which means every day.
The bull, golden calf sacred cow are all symbols of worship, which we attract. Taurus people do tend to be a bit needy of said worship. Those flower gods. Adonis, Hyancinth, Narcisissus, they couldn’t get enough of it or of themselves.
Taurus rules the appetite, the gullet. Taurus is about creating hunger—being consumed by other. Consumate talent! Really the I have of Taurus is knowing what you have to offer and valuing it, prizing it, and expressing it in the most “divine” ways possible.
Now if If Aries is self and Taurus other than Gemini is interaction. If Aries is big-bang creation and Taurus Eden the Gemini is the Fall resulting from consciousness—the sign’s motto is I Think—duality knowledge of good and evil, right wrong, mortality-immortality. Gemini is mutable air, the buzzy electric ether of thoughts and information.
Mercury, named for the buzzy, eternally adolescent street-wise god of commerce and communication rules the sign. He is the messenger, the word of god, the logos. Yet he’s a trickster and psychopomp, one who travels freely from the heights of heaven to the depths of Hades. Just like our minds. Right. Gemini people can be the most vivid mixed messengers. But we all create our own heaven or hell via our thoughts and speech.
Try, try to go an hour, let alone a day without saying or thinking anything negative. Our thoughts must be in service to us not the other way around. Mercury is god of the literal crossroads namesake markets and merchants—once we take stock of our talents, what we have, we do want to take them to market. But it’s a dualistic world.
Mercury also rules petty thieves, deal-makers, buskers, artful dodgers, streetwalkers and of the figurative crossroads—our choices, our messaging. Gemini rules our breath and nerves, neural pathways and pathologies. How we’re wired in childhood, adolesence, the dominion of the third house along with our immediate surroundings. Our vibe. How we interract. I think Thought. It is both gift and a curse.
And what ultimatley follows the fall but the Flood. So too is mutable-air Gemini followed by Cancer, cardinal-water. When our atmosphere gets too fraught storm clouds gather and release, rains and rising rivers. It’s a purge.
Water symbolizes emotion and Cancer’s motto is I Feel. The mystical Mother Moon rules Cancer, the tides and her namesake moods. The mind may play tricks but feelings never lie. Cancer rules the gut as well as the chest and breastesses. Our intuition and our ability to nurture, ourselves foremost.
The flood myth is a metaphor for recovery—Noah was a drunk—which we are all in all the time. Cancer people often start life feeling at sea, ultimately finding and securing safe harbor, which is an inside job. And we typically have to leave, to lose ourselves to find ourselves. The 4th astrological house is that of both the home we come from and the one we create for ourselves. Passage, deliverance, promise, hope, which floats.
Mysticism is defined as spiritual knowledge that is inexessible to the intellect, gained through intuition.
We all must feel and purge, cardinal-water cartharsis delivering us “home” where the heart is. Leo—fixed-fire—is the flaming sacred heart and hearth, the center, like its ruler Sun, of our being. Feelings move us but Leo passion sustains us and makes us whole.
The 5th house is that of creativity among other things. Like love affairs. When we embrace our creative passion—or fall in love—its as if the Sun shines on us. The Sun is a star and the 5th house is achieving our own stardom. Having a love affair with life! If the Moon is mother: nurture, the Sun father: authority and authorship. King Arthur creating his sphere of influence—the round table is a Sun symbol.
The 5th house is the love we give and “co-creation with god.” To love others or our creations, be they real or “brain” children, is to be as god, creator as well as a creature. Leo people are—God complexed? I was going to say fiercely loving but yeah. The sign’s motto is I will, which is both a command and pledge. People say I can’t find love. I tell them Love is a noun not a verb. Just do it. Or get a hobby.
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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