Taurus 20° (May 9)
Hey kids, hope all is great in your world. Today is my friend Justin Vivian’s birthday and also that of my friend Devon, whose eponymous Provincetown restaurant, which is no more, brings back such good memories. Last night was fun. Some guacamole and chips and fun TV, followed by a simple dinner of salmon and salad. We go to visit the inlaws for Mother’s Day tomorrow and, having just completed a huge project, I’m using today to take it easy and regroup and reset my mind and body. I am interested in entering into a period where my circadian rhythms do the decision making in my life. Some things coming to mind today are the establishment of my Wheel Atelier “house” to see how we might, first, go about printing anything out of print. Likewise that could go on some kind of site. I’m not sure how to approach it. I also have the Itsa idea. I went online and someone beat me to it. I also have the Good King idea. I’m just reminding myself of all this. The wind is howling like crazy. I have a million and one things to do, and I feel like doing exactly none of them. I spent the morning cleaning and I don’t need to cook too much today. Just a little cod with asparagus and potatoes, having had leftover carrot ginger soup for lunch. I am feeling subdued. I switched my closets over from fall/winter to spring/summer. There are the productive ways I procrastinate. I have named it productinating. I have a book deal. There may be a TV one. Nothing external really affects me. Only my own moods, which are more determined by my sense of self than anything else. I was saying how both sides of the spectrum have been annihilated, that is to say vanity on one side, that which keeps me from becoming too self-destructive, and some kind of social pressure which does the opposite. Now it’s just me and I want to remove all the obstacles I can to my own happiness.
So, you may have heard me say it before but: I have been writing this daily Blague now for over five years. I started it with the astrological new year, Spring Equinox, 2015, and I’ve written every day. The first year I focused the Blague posts on the Sabian Symbols (which is an energetic astrological system with a different rather esoteric assignation for each of the thirty degrees/days of each sign, adding up to the 360° of the circle (close enough to 365 or six days of the year). The next four years the Blague took on many personalities, just like its writer. The word blague means joke in French. So the Cosmic Blague is a double-entendre. The main just is to illustrate just how much a sense of humor (often at our expense) the Universe can have. Or the weird “strange phenomena” that happens without explanation, all of it. And I was hoping it would get the creative juices flowing. Well it surely has. There was a spate though where I got derailed for like five months, so I had to spend another period of time, as long, to catch up to myself. That’s when things got Dada, atonal and just downright primal and transcendent, even. It got weird, in other words. And so when I started this year on the Equinox, I decided that I would read five of my previous Blagues per day and publish excerpts that seemed worth a second look (while still linking to the first year of the Sabian Symbol posts) so I would get a good idea of what I wrote, in the first place—I have never in all these years, read back; also I wanted to take inventory of ideas in case something was good for a play or a performance or a poem or a song or for future astrology or other kinds of books. All of it.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 246-250 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:
I portrayed Oberon at our last show at Joe’s Pub and I am also producing a series of performances at the famed venue, Oberon, at the American Repertory Theater in Cambridge this winter. Of course these might just be “coincidences”; however, since today’s symbol isn’t about being part of a spiritual tribe of guardians, or a spiritual nation of conquerers, but being one with one’s individual spiritual (Self) dominion, it’s not just metaphorical or metaphysical, it’s downright meta, period.
For some people there has been little disconnect between who they are and they spiritual dominion. I have a friend who has been a cartoonist since grad school and has worked in his same job now for nigh on thirty years—he and his Self dominion are one. I have a friend who is the most famous children’s book author of all time who found her dominion in her 30s. Success has nothing to do with it, although those first two examples bely that fact. Some of you may love music and pursue your music and have not had worldly (fame) or material (money) success with it; but you are still convinced it is your dominion. Others of you, regardless of age, might feel you have yet to even alight on your dominion. But even the king of the fairies here is just approaching his. We are the bold kings and queens of our own dominion and our fairies are waiting to back us up. Be bold and mighty forces shall come to your aid. We must follow our bliss in this. There is no room for ego. That means our desire to enter into our dominion mustn’t be thwarted by any second guessing on “how good” we are or “what others will think” because that is not humility it is hubris. We needn’t care. We should do it anyway without fear. And if we are thwarted we must take that not as a halting but as a redirection.
Needless to say, the fairy domain also speaks to the realm of pure imagination. Cue Gene Wilder as Willie Wonka. It is your own space. Even if you’re in a band, or working on a creative team, you have total dominion over your own imaginative happy place. Creativity is the doorway to our Spirituality. Only the ego-less capital-S Self may enter in. Nobody else. So go there. And if you don’t know where there is then start going anywhere on hunch or instinct or inkling. Throw a pot, knit a scarf, write a song, draw with pastels, decorate a room, buy a yukelele or kazoo, ride a horse, fly a kite, catch a wave, sing a ditty, start a Blague. You are being asked to show your Inner Allegiance today. You have your own personal god—your own genie—genius—so pledge yourself to him/her.
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!
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