Aries 20° (April 9)
Kip’s birthday. I always remember that because we had brunch with him and Melissa the day after we were married. I sent him a text but it’s no longer his number so I wrote him on FB. My diet is getting real right now. Been seeing pics posted of me from just five years ago and I was super thinner than I am now. Anyway, boring to talk about my weight but it can be a problem and it needs now not to be. The flashback posts to 2015 (below) didn’t yield much so I’m hard pressed to write something. It’s a great time to detox and I’ve been overindulging in the wine because like everyone I’m a shut in. I rejigged my schedule a bit and it all works out perfectly. We braved to post office and two shops today but had already decided this was going to be a no work zone afternoon. I watched several episodes of second season of Handmaid’s Tale, which is consistently good, although unnerving because it dovetails too much now with reality. I am going to turn over a leaf and a corner all at the same time. I’m so glad that lame-ass (never shows up to vote) on the make, on the cheese candidate is out of the race. His followers are so fucking crazy. Honestly they are a lot like the cheeto’s followers to be honest. They just seem so blindly cultish and why it is we have to allow them time to mourn….? Did I get time to mourn when Warren dropped out? I don’t think so. Anyway largely trying to avoid the news. Reworking the menu file—I have a menu file of garde manger that plans my food for the next three weeks. Actually I have to get up really early tomorrow to do some cooking and cleaning and then I will print everything out that I need to write for the following three days. I do need to start texting with people, which I will do in between the raindrops so to speak.
What else can I tell you today, let’s see. I am fielding cautiously optimistic semi fundraising pleas from other non-profits which is exactly what I plan on sending out if I do. I need to see if the recycling thing is happening in town because I have a car filled with crap. That same car has again begun to take on water in storms and the entire floor of the chassis is seeming to crack. I need to buy some sealant is all. Wow I guess sealant is a word as it breezed through spell check. I’m really not even sure who our friends are any more. I don’t know how to regram. Am I supposed to? All I can do is what I can do. We had a new client from Ireland this week which is good news. So far we have had some fairly good fortune even in the midst of shutdown-ness. The entire field of candidates that ran this year have got to all be given places in what must be the new administration. I am not interested in being here at all if the Cheeto wins another four years. In fact I want to be super poised to get the fuck out of here. I will have some cash to throw toward a rent and perhaps I’ll keep the newer account open. Actually no idea what I’m going to do. Saw that Susanne did something for the Biz of Fash am curious to know what that might be. I have written to Tim Blanks multiple times but he never writes me back the bum. I don’t think he remembers me quite. What an interesting time this isgoing to be for people who rely on making money from live performance. I am so grateful that that is not my main source of income at this juncture. I don’t know if it will ever return to what it was. We may eventually vaccine against this fucker but there will be new ones to contend with. Anyway I’d like to leave this on a cheery note.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 101-105. 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:
Ever since I was a child I wanted to travel north and east. Boston and New England beckoned as did the northern cities of Europe. They still do. I used to have this vision, this hope, this dream of meeting a really old man, an alchemist, someone who may have transcended the cycle of life and death. I still do. Only now I also see this figure as being one and the same with myself. If I’m on a journey toward wisdom I know that i have taken a single step on a road of infinite leaps. At the same time I’ve never felt so convinced of the fact that we either all live forever in various forms or that we reincarnate. But I’m almost certain there is no death, just as the Zodiac says, only regeneration. I feel like I’ve been having some brushes with so-called disaster as of late but what is dis-aster but the coming apart of those very stars, a symbol of ultimate fame and achievement, which we know collapse upon themselves in Time. But what do they do outside of It?
The best way to become wise is to wise up to ourselves. I find that my own patterns of so-called mistakes generally derive from my inability to transcend, oh I dunno, certain bad habits or desires the indulgence of which only ever seem to cause me more pain than joy, even if the goal was pleasure, or indeed, especially so. So what I’m thinking is that you have to transcend first. You don’t achieve transcendence just be sitting around hoping and wishing, and certainly not by indulging in all the temptation that the limelight might bring you. Transcendence isn’t the end, it’s the means by which it breeds itself. I can have my vision of some wise old man with white hair whom I might magically encounter in some northern European city, an alchemist who will take me under his wing and impart all the wisdom I might be able to take in. Or I can be that man myself and, like any true alchemist “get the lead out” in my own journey toward true north, the true light hiding in all the density of darkness.
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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