Aries 17° (April 6)
Today has to be a(nother) new beginning. I want to make a change now; I’ve been too long in the same mode and I need a shift. It can be subtle. There is in fact no need to overdo any transition. I have pins and needles a result of what I think is a trapped nerve. This is meant to be the worse week thus far in the pandemic. We need to get rid of the resident evil. It has to happen now. We cannot. I will do a little bit today and a little bit on Friday on my books project just to keep on schedule. This morning we are braving another expedition, this time to the Post Office, when it opens, hoping it won’t be a hotbed of germs. Then I will come home and prepare to speak to a client by phone at eleven. I am determined to get through this. My main goal today is to stay calm and stay connected and do some late afternoon yoga to get things moving. We have till the end of June to get our April car inspections, which is a good thing. I have quite a bit on my mind right now but it is going to have to wait. I have to attend to my health right now because it is of the utmost importance. Always, but especially now. There was some report about certain medications causing some issues for people vis a vis the virus; yet another thing to worry about. I think people should by and large check with their doctors in regard to medication. I for one am grateful that I have to opportunity to make some major changes on that score.
Shocked and yet not surprised that people are walking around without any masks. Jogging along the road. Walking dogs. All sorts of things like it was life as usual. But it isn’t. I sent the farmer a note saying this would be a good week to finish up the work on the house exterior. He writes back for everything but he didn’t write back. He just came over and started ripping the house apart in a rather angry way. He has quite the temper as we know. He is a hot head who always talks about how he doesn’t like hotheads. He can’t even feel the tiny whiff that he is being asked to do something. Real problem with authority. Anyway it’s just the way it is. I am drinking too much in captivity and have to slow it down in the coming days. I have to make hay while the Sun shines as they say. I am very easily annoyed at this point. I want very much to turn a corner here. It is in my power and before we know it it’s going to be hot outside. I wonder if the beaches are closed here. They aren’t. They are the only recreational areas that remain open. I started watching a Hulu show a friend is on. It’s a really good show on the whole but I’ll veer away from critiquing individual performances. Listening to young Dr. Sun on television talking about how awful the conditions are in New York hospitals, while the farmer rips off piece of house in an angry way. I have to move through experience today in a major way. I just have to live one more day like everybody else and try to rise above and be happy and compassionate. I’m glad I have work to do. I wish people with whom we are working would get their shite together and get their ducks in a row and make this easier for us.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 86-90. I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:
By just after noon-thirty tomorrow the show of Spring will have come to a close and we’re holding a pageant of sorts to view if not judge the full pageantry of what beauties the season has produced. And we are gathered on a beach where I plan to spend my summer. That is not a sentence of privilege by the way. I know people assume I have some kind of trust fund or something because I spent all my life summering at the sea; but trust me, no trust fund. It’s just that living in the present in a way I enjoy has always been prioritized and not relegated to later. So here I am, savoring the moment. This Blague does much to keep me present in each day as I explore the energy of each passing one through meditation on these symbols. I work with clients by day helping them to self-actualize and I could be on a stage every night raising spirits through our unique form of Entertaining Enlightenment™. So what do I have on parade myself this day at the close of the Spring season. A lot. I might not be ready for the swimsuit challenge by Provincetown standards but I will put on a speedo with pride, showing off my hairy rolls and man boobs without hesitation, just as I’m ready to make a thousand perfect mistakes in tomorrow night’s show. We are ready to parade before you alll our wares—some vocal creations, some cosmic interpretations, some individual chart reads, some metaphysical musings, some personal stories, some voyages into the multiverse and hopefully spoonfeed those attended some wisdom in a spoonful of sugary wit. Justin Vivian Bond used to say “dare to suck” and honeys those are words to live by. Life is indeed a banquet or a parade or a pageant or whatever suggests full expression, so don’t be a sucker. Unfold fully like the fairy flower that you are. And maybe we’ll see you tomorrow night. I’m not putting any links here. You have Google. And our Haute Astrology horoscopes are also posted. See you tomorrow on the Solstice. I have to get a haircut and some Spanx.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof 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!
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