Taurus 20° (May 10)

Will get pizza’s tonight from Montano’s then crash. Pretty uneventful.

Capricorn Man

Capricorn man is a throwback, cosmically steeped in tradition, born with an old-world sensibility, a penchant for tried, true methods, and a romantic reverence for faded glory and grandeur. He is ruled by Saturn, named for the deposed Titan god-king who reigned over the mythic golden age when the world was a harmonious, prosperous paradise devoid of vice and strife, where people didn’t work to survive and lived hundreds of years retaining youthful mien, and dying peacefully. Capricorn lives by a solemn code—rules, regulations and long-held traditions being attributes of his tenth astrological house. He nonetheless indulges in certain decadence—decay being a hallmark of his artistry and aesthetic. There is a wistfulness to Cap, if not a deep melancholy— a nod to the wailing goat god Pan and namesake panic—which is surprisingly motivating. He is no defeatist. The sign’s motto is I use, and his pain is source material. Realistic, too, regarding talents he does or does not possess, he uses what he considers his greatest gift, putting all his eggs in a single basket. Counter to expansive Jupiter, Saturn’s energy is containing, restrictive and retiring. Conservation. Cap must learn to pace himself, owning his designation as the zodiac’s leisurely retiree (nobody owns more loafers), despite his intense ambition. Conducting himself elegantly appeals to his old-world bent. Like a senior of good breeding, he has nothing to prove. The use of the scapegoat was as an escape valve for the ancients, by which they could rid their lives of sins and bad juju: Cap’s creative process in a nutshell. The cardinal-earth sign, emblemized by a mountain or horns, the former is a symbol of permanence, preservation and divine (cue: Moses) providence, the latter, of contained plenty.

            Young Cap is the zodiac’s Holden Caulfield (field of hills) with his shock of white hair, wiser, presumed older than his years, and prematurely jaded. There’s much to mine in Cap’s own psychology: He feels unduly burdened and responsible (for saving others), a result of his conditioning which, (true for all of us.) works tongue-in-groove with his astrological assignation. Sickle toting Saturn is old Father Time, that grim reaper, and Cap uses his wisely. Holden is on a mission, if a suicide one, working a short bucket list. Despite this, or due to it, he is also sowing wild oats, exploring seedy milieus, arguably wasting time with some decadent sorts. One of the sign’s many paradoxes. Like Holden, Cap can be an intellectual and moral snob. The mountain is high and mighty, from whence to look down your nose, but how the mighty do fall—cue “the catcher” to save the innocents/innocence. In truth, Cap doesn’t find his own lofty aspirations and licentious leanings to be mutually exclusive. The goat enjoys a good frolic and tends to be something of a daddy. The metaphorical flipside of the Goat saving “kids” is leading them to slaughter, savoring the spoils. Hello, Cap Salinger himself.  Capricorn must learn to be the tortoise playing the long game, moving the needle bit by bit but, yes, savoring life along the way. 

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