Aquarius 11° (January 30)

Where to begin today? I was up in the night for hours and hours. Then finally took some powerful gummies around six and slept till 10. Was meant to get an early jump and here it is 2:15 in the afternoon and I’ve yet to even begin my workload for the day. Still going to let the day unfold . I’m looking at my desk and all the notes that are strewn upon it and I’m gonna start just by reading these notes in and then cutting and pasting them to where they might need to go. 

Talk about the signs as parents this time around. 

In general think if so then what? 

Aries man. Man of Steel. Pure passion and fury. Easily snubbed. Overly sensitive. Unbridled energy. He is here to experience pure sensation. Morris is father of the amazons. Ares loves his daughters. Something about a brutal nature maybe he passes it on to his children. Aries and myth typically focuses on his humiliation. Slice ends: prone to mansplaining. He’s like a puppy coming at you. 

Libra Apollo equals KALOKaGATHIA.

Had a lovely flounder dinner last night, with fingerlings and spinach. And tonight will be salmon and bok choy with quinoa, red onion and thyme. Cooking is the perfect compliment to writing as you can get on your feet and just chop and such as the preparation dictates, and then take that same energetic approach to the writing at hand. Gardening also provides this same transference of creative muscle, one endeavor to another. Ended up writing only one page but it is the keystone of the chapter and I have enough notes to flow through and create another six pages, at least, tomorrow.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1521-1525. 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.

Had a text from Olen with an attached article about JD which kinda triggered me I have to say. I have a lot to get over on that score. It’s part of my psychic complex, though. I remember having visionary flashes back in 1987 when I first moved to NYC for work (lived in Hoboken at first) and I would get these images that involved JD and champagne. Well champagne turned out to be a rather literal metaphor of what was to come. I have to remind myself of how cruel JD could be; because I have a habit of beating myself up after the fact and all too easily convincing myself that there could be a healing. I have to know that this is impossible. And the fact is that he is cruel and I should have broken it off long ago instead of constantly putting up with his punishing behavior. It’s just that he is such a great faker and people are so taken with him; and because of who he is and what he does he geeds on the constant worship he receives. And he has that awful minion who constantly stirs the pot. I never liked or trusted that character.

Anyway, I have things to do and I have to banish these thoughts from my brain and shift gears in the next two days so I can really make some headway. I’m taking stock of people I’ve sent initial pleas to so to follow up. The folks who received emails from me in May with whom I haven’t followed up since include Ken, Tatiana (who was resent in June), Dan—I have sent Chris and Mark nothing thus far—Ralph/Karl, Victor, Edsel, Clark, Sproat, Fred, Steve, Chip, Fenton, Rob A has not been sent anything as of yet. Either has Skeens or Rafanelli or…..I should do a separate Missionary one for Tim, Maria, Eric Martin, Shaun O’C, Kevin Mc. And when it comes to the the sparklers I will post something on FB AF and then share that post with text. Anyway I can’t really get this particular ball rolling until after the holiday weekend which is fine. Meanwhile I can think about what I’m saying to folks. It is still ten weeks away. But starting next week I will really have to turn up the gas and get this thing cooking.

I did a little clean up on the work front and also on the house front and a bunch of clothes I orded for the trip came in and I sent a bunch back as well. We had a client today, one of my favorites, and that went really well. I took to the upstairs and had a little sneaky pete session and overshot my mark on that score, but never mind, it’s all fine. Made a rezzie for sushi dinner at Uni this coming week and Monday will basically be grooming and packing and so I have to pack it in now and get the work at hand in works. It is a bit daunting and do I wish I was travel with no work to do at all. Of course. But it is never the case and so be it. I need to do some wording of the last gasp of fundraising and marry it with our new social media person. I really can’t wait to break out that character. I will try to get the usual suspects to come through. I will then start hitting the Sparklers hard. And I will come up with something whereby I ask everyone I know to donate. It’s what I’m going to do. I have to drum up as much support as I can this year that much I do know; and I’m looking very much forward to the opening night at Baie this year as we are going to have such fun people in town.

We got a lot done, too, in terms of jewelry and I wrote a whole bunch of letters to folks and got that entire thing cooking. Wrote up instructions for our visitors and otherwise sorted through necessary plans. I really am running on fumes here today, trying to get things together that I’ll need to take with me, draging the work. Tonight is D’s party and Kate wrote to ask if we are going. We are not. I don’t know what’s up with those people but I’m getting a weird vibe so I’m staying away. I truly only enjoy being in Provincetown when I’m on my own or with La Stell. I cannot abide the general tone there anymore; and especially around the fourth of July, good grief. I think it’s become skankier and sleazier with these aging circuit boys. Can we even call them boys anymore. I don’t think so. What a weird world. I long for a genuine experience and some place I can buy a nice house, maybe with a pool. It’s become fairly untenable otherwise I have to say. We’ve gotta move the merch and I think we are doing it the right way. I just need to know how we can move the needle on all these things. I should probably touch base with my friend Dave on all this as he does have a business degree and I do not. I think the whole notion of doing limited edition something will be a good one. That’s enough for today I think I’m not feel all that creative right now and we all know from experience that we shouldn’t force it.

We are credited with being “eerily accurate” in our work. And knowing our stuff means knowing other people’s stuff. Short of meeting every reader individually, we can corral the population into these twenty-four sets of people, each set sharing enough like conditions and experience as determined by their gender-sign that it would seem we have a crystal ball tuned into the frequency of folks’ hearts, minds, and souls. We don’t. But we do have an exhaustive understanding of the near infinite landscape of each of the sign’s estates. And so, we aren’t about to give the same advice or direction toone sign as we would another. The chrysanthemum, a winter flower, ruled by snowy Capricorn, cannot be the rose that blooms, late spring, during the month of Gemini. Like these posies, people of a certain sign express the energy of the time in which they are born, and it is our job to help them to embrace and fully possess all the magic and wisdom lodged in their natural estate, so to, well, flower into the full humanhood that is their due. The original diviners of the zodiac didn’t draw this system of pretty pictures on a whim or randomly or for nothing. The zodiac was designed to endure, down through the ages, because it contains all any of us will ever need to know about how to live our lives, love those around us, and, mostly, be ourselves. We live in fast-paced times; and though the scenery changes, the truths remain the same. For one: Existence is miraculous. And we, the paragon of living things, possess powers that clearly express this miracle. We just need a little zodiac book with some clear instructions to get at the nitty-gritty of doing so.

Virgo, for instance, rules digestion, among other functions—the virgin symbol of the sign is about to ingest or impregnate herself with a phallic seeded sheaf of grain—and, yes, the character and experience of the Virgo person is hinged on their ability to digest circumstance, separating the wheat from the chaff in life, virtue from vice, discerning what is nutritious to their person and what is detritus. Virgos are vehicles, vessels for change. Their sign is mutable-earth. Like clay, they are all potential, willing to change, to make something of themselves, something useful, of service, perhaps, or something beautiful, or both. We can see this in their physicality, which can be undulating or a seeming collage of sections; we can read it in their body language, which can be hesitant and shifting, and in the states of their appearance, which tend to vary more than most’s. And without getting too far into it, let it suffice to say that all of the above would-be description relates to Virgo’s own particular mythic archetypes whose literal, visible traits Virgo people seem to inherit. The myths themselves—stories of this god being challenged by X, or that goddess overcoming Y—are allegories that live inside all of us. It is our task and our talent to draw out for our readers these stories, which have been told and retold, in infinite variation, down through the ages through oral and written literature and visual arts and ultimately in films, TV, even video games. (There are only so many tales to tell.)

As dense as our subject matter might potentially be, we have a knack for keeping it light and keeping it moving, and for providing our reader with amusement and stimulation along the way.

The zodiac itself is rich in imagery and meaning, none of which is extraneous to the character of people born under each sign. The sign symbols relate directly to classical myths and biblical stories and allegories as well as to corresponding figures found in all cultures’ spiritual systems—in the astrological view the comparative aspect of religion is a given. Archetypes are immutable, no matter how they manifest in this or that cultural corner of the world, or how they’ve trickled down through fairy tales, drama, literature, films, even comic books and cartoons.

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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