Gemini 9° (May 28)
I woke up thinking about a friend called Molly. I wasn’t dreaming about her, but she was one of my first emerging thoughts. I was dreaming about two two five, where I used to live. And like in all recurring dreams in this locale, we have long since not lived there, but we nonetheless still have keys and we sneak in (I guess) and continue to live on, keeping a minimum of furniture and or belongings which, if they were to be confiscated, wouldn’t impact us at all. We were having a gathering in the apartment, and I had this friend, an African American fellow, with whom I had just hung out, and I think I left some belongings (my coats come to mind) at his place. It was a very confused affair and it makes sense because there was trauma surrounding leaving that apartment and about leaving New York all together; and it was a very challenging time for us in any case, so much going around. I think when I have these dreams I am feel vulnerable and in a place where I feel something is being or going to be taken away from me. We had this chat I mentioned yesterday with our agent to go over contract points and she brought up this topic of, well, you know, we want to get this done before publishers cancel contracts, which apparently they are doing, in the face of this virus and such; and I didn’t consciously take it in or let it effect me in any sort of real way, but I think that shit went straight to my subconscious and lodged there. My sleep was fraught in any case. I feel uneasy. I think I am in this place where I have stopped the nightly drinking of wine which started in excitement on our trip to England, Scotland, Italy and France; but we’ve also (I’ve learned) just ordered cases of wine to be delivered today and I know I’m not not going to drink them. I tend to be very all or nothing. I mean, it’s not like I need to drink all the wine, but I will be challenged to let the bulk of the week go by without opening a bottle at the end of each day because we are in such a weird place and everyone is anxious and I’m not alone in my urge to anesthetize myself at times like these. That said, as I write this, I realize this will be my particular challenge. To go five weeknights this summer without opening the delicious nectar we have stored, and save myself for weekends, without white knucking it that is. Which really should be easy; because I do feel better and dream more, the less I have any kind of substance in my system. Okay, I think I sorted through that, so thanks for listening. And it is all on theme I guess.
We started watching a documentary on Sammy Davis, Jr. two nights ago and it was going a certain way and I had forgotten his sign and thought, given all the description of him, and the fact he is uneducated and has an aristocratic air and speaks out of the corner of his mouth and does impressions that maybe he’s a Pisces, but I knew that was wrong because I would have remembered it. Yesterday morning S. looked him up and said not Pisces so I guessed Sagittarius and was right—it is important to remember that before the discovery of planet Neptune, which was fairly recent (and had to be there), Pisces, like Sagittarius, was ruled by Jupiter and, both being the mutable signs of the second half of the Zodiac, they do share quite a lot. Anyway, we turned on the remainder of the documentary last night which was getting into Sammy’s latter career and it was all about his drug taking excess and experiementation and extravagance and how over the top everyone said he was. That he couldn’t walk from fifty-sixth to forty-second street without buying fifty thousand dollars worth of jewelry. And then he is filmed saying that he is super outre about all things and that he is the guy who would have two leopards on a leash walking them. Well, Dionysus, an archetype of Sagittarius, as you may know, drove a chariot pulled by two leopards. And then this morning, when we turned on the Great Greek Myth show that we’ve been watching over breakfast this past week, and got to the next episode it was about Dionysus, which they spelled Dianysos, and it was all very cosmic and synchronistic as these sorts of things go.
After breakfast I made some tabbouleh and put on some chicken stock and now I’m talking to you. We had an email about the TV project we are working on and right now the work for me, in this, is to demonstrate to the team who we are and what we are capable of, communicating our ideas readily, in the moment, and not standing on ceremony. As what we have to say is important and the boldness with which we express it is equally important and valuable. I am now going to sit outside on a lounge chair in the shade and get some work done by hand. Watch me work! Oh and then I realize we aren’t quite finished. Today was rather epic on any number of levels. I heard that the festival postponed has new dates at same venue; I rejigged schedule to make things work better time-wise and then failed to complete today’s task. As a sacrifice Taurus Woman will only be written in hour intervals from now on. Serves her right.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 336-340 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:
And still: There was nothing worth posting from the five older Blagues I read today. It has been really helpful to get an idea of what the content has been over the last five years. The first year was very much about the Sabian Symbols (see below), the bulk of that material I don’t want to post in this slot. And I’m nearly through that year so, once I get into the Blagues from 2016, there will be a lot more to post here (which is a good thing because I won’t have time to write a lot à la minute as we just got a new book deal and that is where my effort and attention is going!
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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