Leo 19° (August 8)

Going to keep things easy today. Have a simple dinner. And be greatful for the head

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 681-685. 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.  (For thirty days this paragraph will include this parentheses to say: I realized that in the summer of 2016 I actually didn’t post for some time, such that for the expanse of two months, I will continue to number the past Blagues, as above, five at a time, but there will be nothing to post from that period.)

From a March Blague 2017:

I love being in the sign of Aries. All new beginnings. Two days ago, the Spring Equinox, was International Astrology Day, the start of another trip around the Wheel. Whereas the previous sign of Pisces is the watery womb-tomb, Aries is bloody, bleating birth. It’s unapologetic in terms of existence. Here I am, world, ready or not (the world or the speaker). Aries is a fire sign (symobolizing spirit) but it rules the physical body—fusion of the two being our natural state. And it rules the head. Not the brain mind you. Just the head.

I imagine myself being suffused with Mars-ruled Aries energy. Fierce warriors Ares and Athena (all Greek to me) are they archetypes to embrace. And so I find this the perfect time to focus on fitness and to embrace a certain ascetism, a warrior spirit, a vigilant knighthood, in a quest for as much physical integrity, as the embodiment of true spirit, as I can muster. For me that is a/k/a being able to see my toes, not to mention, other bits of my anatomy, when I look down. I exaggerate; or do I?

I do love Aries people. I was going to say I do love my Aries friends but I don’t have any. Okay that’s not true but I find I have very “important” Aries relationships but I can’t say I have contant Aries companions. I have dear, close Aries friends. Aries people occupy key spots in my heart. I just don’t hang around with Aries people much or rather they don’t hang around with me. All my Aries bonds have been fast and furious for the most part. That is to say that they were established quickly, in a few days and, though I might consider a great many Aries folk loving fixtures in my life, I mainly experience them from afar. Proximity seems to be counterproductive to our getting along. I seem to be very quickly turned into audience and I’m not all that good at nodding or screwing up my face into a scrunch of affectionate validation.

Seriously, I suggest to anyone reading this to use this next month ahead to align with the energetic estate of the sign of the Ram. The Golden Fleece was stolen by Jason from a grove sacred to the god Ares (Mars). The whole metaphor of that quest is one of self-propulsion (if not fulfillment). Aries energy is headstrong, initiatory, ignitive, adrenal, muscular. It isn’t necessarily about follow-through. It’s about intention, which should be pure. Who are you? What is your purpose? For what should you quest? These are Aries questions. If the answers are dunno, dunno and bagel with a schmear, you have some work to do. The work mightn’t be easy but it is basic. That is to say, you just have to get your head screwed on properly and try not to deviate from what you see as your prime objective.

Aries people are the best at this. Which is why they don’t seem to much take into account what you’re doing. They approach life (and love, too) like a battering Ram. But I love that about them, the little lambs. Mary had a little one. You do realize that nursery rhyme is all about Jesus right? The lamb.  Easter. It falls into the sign of Aries. Pass the mint jelly.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this dayFlashbackThe 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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