Pisces 2° (February 20)
Snowed overnight and the farmer will plow but in such a way as to send a message. That’s fine. Even the weather conspires with us. We are out of retrograde so hopefully that will free up some things. The trick is to sneak in early and stay in there as long as one can. This was about work. I am back on my own farmer’s hours and happily so. There is a lot of magic to mine now. Speaking of which a gem resource out of Pakistan started flowing me on Insta and I’m not really all that sure why that is. Anyway, it is all part of the same game. Somehow things get revealed. I’m not sure I trust bands with over five people in them. Like Broken Social Scene. Really? It’s a Toronto thing. I fear I’ve lost my mojo a bit and need to get it back. Gathering my forces, working on my essential self. The agony and the anxiety. Fatigue and loneliness. And yet all is exactly as it should be. I cannot force anything—that is not a recipe for success. One must simply put in the time, getting into this five-to-eleven rhythm. That is the answer. I am so easily distracted these days but someone was right when she said you have to have the will. People really want to do this stuff. I’m not sure that I do, but I do believe I have a way with it, if that makes any sense. Now onto our show…
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 1621-1625. 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.
Here we go. Libratime is flying fast and I’m playing chicken with my deadlines and own creativity. So I have about a half an hour to say what I want to say. Then I will make myself some sardines and red onion and capers on toast as my lunch. Only I’ll skip the toast. I was up again for hours and hours last night, and though I tried for a nap it was thwarted by Farmer Jim who is here working on the property. With astro new year, read ten Blagues dating back to the beginning. Which means when the Experience Intros are over, go into Calypso first. (You can tell us what you’re doing.) Also slowly go through Sextrology for areas of elaboration, for exploring side-bars as main text, etc for Nextrology. “Stationers” store with a used bookstore annex. I want to do something extraordinary and different. Lecture/workshop.Keep it simple talk in mantras and action items, addressing the physical self and body parts exploring myth and archetype. What to do for your body? This might be something to add to the situation. Virgos need to leave more time. They are the most likely to show up with wet hair. I am really pushing here. Was just thinking I would hijack this entire post and talk about how I was terrorized by my sister, a malignant narcissist, born on June 14, surely, for the first eighteen years of my life, and, arguably, until the second death of a parent whereupon I’ve never had to set eyes on her again. Now, for more than the past three years, I have been terrorized by yet another malignant narcissist, also born on June 14, in the form of this (I will not call him) president. If you don’t think that astrology is real—don’t get me wrong not everyone born on June 14 is a non-empath antichrist—but if you know me, or we collaborate, and you have this same birthday, please know that I have given our relationship extra thought and I have found: Many of you are paler, less dangerous versions of the two who shall not be named. While more of you have detected a certain aspect of self that can “go there” and you have gone the extra mile to be that much more good and better than you might have been without your negative propensities. This is Gemini duality: The ability to go higher than the rest of us because you can also go lower. The sign is ruled by Mercury the psychopomp who can solely travel from deepest Hades to the heavenly heights.
Hunter Biden has a very good tan. And though he doesn’t quite send me he does look rather healthy and vital—whitest teeth, nut brown skin, ruby red lips, cristal blue eyes set in shining whites therof. A friend posted a TedTalk by RL and was raving about it. To me it sounded overwritten, underrehearsed and slurring (he seemed drunk). I’m becoming more and more psychic. I dreamed about E. drinking. And then found out this morning it was the anniversary of his sobreity. I’m glad I mentioned the dream to S. who was like: um he just posted this anniversary. In the dream he was so far gone, talking jibberish. And we had driven far to this event and felt a bit put out. Literally there were no hotel rooms and we were on beds in the lobby. I am losing the plot. I have lost the plot. I got a good deal accomplished and there is still a fortnight left before being deposed and I have to use my time very wisely as there are also appointments during that spate and chores and all the rest of it. So tomorrow I have to fully map out everything. Then give Tim’s bio a peek. It looks like I’ll have to work this weekend instead of doing the Oysterfest thing. No company coming although I was very much looking forward to a guys’ weekend, it didn’t pan out and that’s okay. I’m still finding ways to procrastinate and can ill afford it. I will move the needle tomorrow if it’s the last thing I do. And it just might be. I cannot afford another day of faffing about. Everyone was delayed, now I am. And I am not now going to move on some dime for others. I have to prioritize myself and my own projects. Much, as I often say, can happen in a fortnight. In fact most things can. I have to remove disdain from my body.
Things a Virgo need rid herself of. Disdain and Doubt. She is not by nature trusting. Think of Amy and of Heather today. Make an offering to Demeter. Loss and grief are the themes of the Demeter myth. She has only one child. The pig is sacred to her. Goddess of Sacred Law and the Cycles of life. The Eleusian mysteries center on Demeter and Kore and pre-date the Olympian pantheon of gods. Her flower is the Poppy that grows among the barley. Being an earth goddess does have its underworld tones. Demeter is assigned the zodiac constellation Virgo the Virgin by Marcus Manilius in his 1st century Roman work Astronomicon. In art, constellation Virgo holds Spica, a sheaf of wheat in her hand and sits beside constellation Leo the Lion. Underground ceramic jars to store corn, grain. They are silos. When the corn of the old crop is laid on the fields, this is seen as the reunitiging of Demeter and Persephone.
I had a dream I was flying a plane. Apparently this is a generally good sign of taking control. Although the details of the dream made for a sometimes fearful, fretful ride, where I would keep having to pull up. I do remember trying to keep myself at a certain height where I wouldn’t hit (any more) trees (than I already had) but where it still felt comfortable, like, if I had to put it down, it wouldn’t be too hard or fateful. Anyway, I was sometimes flying it and sometimes not. But I think it puts me in solid stead in starting what I need to start for the next fortnight. Today my goals are simple. I’m going to re-read everything and make necessary notes for myself in the process. I have to remind myself of what we have already said anew (meaning what will be rehash) and how to otherwise break down the sections.
So far, I’m finding that there is a bit of the Metaphysical Musing bit that could work for the snapshot. S. had flagged it for section two which is also correct. Actually makes me realize that the snapshot rather connects to section two. I want to print-out the bits on the sections and hang it over my desk. I say something in this bit about the three p’s (but that’s not right since I define them as people places and things. I think I either had it written differently or never fixed it before it was edited. something.) Must definitely address that. But what I am seeing emerge from going through this first document anyway is some kind of understanding on how to group these bits into collage which is something I’m going to do as I go. I made the type of the Experience bits green so to differentiate from the Musings. Don’t worry, you’re not suppose to know what I’m talking about. Today is really for me. To talk myself through this process which isn’t all that easy, though I am trying to keep it simple. Most of the green stuff (because most of the Experience bits) are male centric and don’t apply, really, to this particular chapter. It feels so good today not to have anything in my system. The plan tomorrow is to get the snapshot drafted and work into the sign and significance section. That would be a very profitable Thursday indeed. Friday, then, can focus on the second chunk, which will largely have to be written from scratch, and that shouldn’t be too too hard either. And then I have the weekend to write the last bit. With that we should have the makings of something great.
Oops just led myself up the garden path called memory lane where I fell down a rabbit hole. This needn’t be so hard. All I have to do now is read for another two hours. Surely I can do that. Then I need to look at both bios; and that should be that. I am going to see what loss of lbs can be achieved as well during this two-week creative retreat slash clear out. I did work those two hours and have made all my notes on the sample chapter starter kit so I actually start writing a new book, the way I see it, on the morrow so that’s exciting. And it’s not the only exciting news really. But I’m trying to stay very much on an even keel. Trying to fly not to high or too low as per my dream. Anything can happen and I’m not getting carried away carrying chickens. Speaking of which I roasted one tonight and served with bok choy. Had just a thimble of Bandol and then watched Scott + Bailey, which is my new binge. So happy to have one! I could stop there but I’m going to voice some thingss here that I will feel later. I am of the mind that nomatter how undistracted you think you are or will be things have a way of slicing into your experience. The trick is to still do the one thing you need to do immediately before other things. I may have to learn that lesson, one more time, the hard way. I have given myself a fortnight with a certain project and I do need to stick to that goal. There will be other projects sliding in tomorrow over my main goal. I will need to work a very long day. I look forward to returning this Cosmic Blague to a more purisst form.
I’ve got to be in today. I’ll start by making some copies of important guidelines I created to hang on the wall to keep me on track. I also need to read some old book proposal stuff which I think is going to turn out to be very helpful. What I realize as I sit to write is that (I’m reminded) the writing process itself triggers other stuff. I can’t be friends with Kenny cuz he was mean to you but you can be friends with a whole host of unsavory characters. Take back the negative energy of your acts and deal with it yourself. I am forever removed from this thought form. Anyway eff all.
We talk about various planetary stuff but we highlight Chiron in this chapter. He is the only son born to Cronus (Roman: Saturn) out of wedlock with Rhea who bore him the six main, first-generation Olympian gods, Zeus chief among them. So Chiron is a kind of weird uncle, the black sheep, dark horse. He is a version of a centaur, although he has human (front) legs, a monster whose mother left him to die she was so abhorred, the elephant in the room, the Elephant Man, in effect. We will not wade into how the eastern elephant god Ganesh, whose festival falls at the start of Virgo, is a godly archetype associated with the sign.
Chiron has a funny path that crosses Saturn’s orbit, then elipses closer to Uranus. So it is proferred that Chiron combines Saturn’s strict overlord denergy with that of Uranus’s break-free spirit. And if we know anything we know that Virgo woman is all about finding middle ground. Mutable earth means Middle earth in this context. Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, meanwhile inhabit this archetypal landscape as they are the Everyman. Mutable earth is Middle Ground Surrender is Acceptance. Living Life on Life’s Terms
Demeter herself is the middle ground between her two sisters. Hera, queen of the gods, is the glamour puss; Hestia, goddess of the hearth, is the scabby queen of the pantheon, and her energy hovers over both signs of Leo and Virgo. In Virginia Woolf’s The Waves, she is Susan. (Go! Read a book!) Demeter means earth mother De signifying Earth and Meter meaning Mater. I’ll never use any of this. I didn’t like Naples all that much. But imagine becoming a hippy and living like a pauper off of the tiny money I do make. Ha ha ha. I’d be a flush homeless person. I don’t know why this strikes me as humurous.The thing is is: To make every word of every chapter make it clear that they are the best. Should we write this in the second-person?? It is a very good question. I am doing the best I can. I lowered my standards today a bit I think. Probably too much if you ask me. Well who asked ya. This is Friday night. We will have some lovely Bandol. I say I’m in but I’m not. And this weekend will be a wash because I will stay up all night(s) long watching Scott & Bailey.
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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