Taurus 1° (April 20)

I reached out to cousin Mikey and did hear back, happily. I was thinking how in the world I would ever explain my falling out with the ice angel.; and then I realize that most people couldn’t have been friends with him in the first place. He really is a Draco Malfoy in every way shape or form. And I think it best that I regard him as such. It was never sustainable and I put up with so much abuse. That was my choice. Only I don’t think I was woke to myself in those days. I gave into my physical feelings of fatigue and sat and read this morning, mostly, finally having gotten into Circe which a friend gave me ages ago. It is so right up my alley and I’m finding it inspiring for a future project I have been hatching. There is much to do and needs to be done. I want to figure out how we can be a conduit for artists. If we find that we cannot host here in Provincetown then we will present a virtual festival. Something like that. Honestly I don’t know what to do I don’t think anybody does. If I talk myself through it I know I will come up with something, but it still isn’t the time. I can really start beating down doors, in earnest, come May. I haven’t even heard back from the venue to know if that’s even a real possibility at this point. I need to make a purchase because it does get the juices flowing. However, if I am working on something, not totally on deadline, and can thus do very little, why wouldn’t I choose that. Why wouldn’t I choose to do all the work and create the posters and pay a kill fee just to have it at the ready. I think I should. So first I would reach out to artists and say we are operating as if. It might make sense for us to buy a season pass to stuff? No. We will just make requests to go see things when we can and it’s affordable. Look, this is really the last time I have to come up with some stuff here. In the future it is going to be perfectly matched to what else is up. I need to look at my calendar and put in times to send next year’s books to their editor (S.!).

Okay I had to do a little re-jigging but, as I just said, the point is I’m not really working all that much on deadline. I just have to pump out stuff, so that I can get my brain and hands juicy for the task ahead. I will be in touch with the branding project on Monday and if I hear anything in the meantime, I will say I’ve been dealing with the leak and the fall out from that which isn’t not the truth. I am already starving. I think today I will make a delicious soup of celery and basil for lunch, as we will be eating at different times, in any case; and I will make some more hummus to have with leftover tablouleh for dinner. I need to do some garde manger for the next several days which is easy enough to do. Be right back I’m going to write up some menus. Okay that’s finished as well. I wonder if the website is working for my friend’s shop. I imagine it is. Enough. We are supposed to be chatting today I forgot about that. But it is fine and important I suppose I should prepare things to talk about. I should try and get in touch with the bank and have them set me up. Or I could just wait and catch up to myself. I think I’ll do that. I’m really just letting that account alone in any case. I should be very proud of myself I really should, and on so many levels. I have never properly celebrated the fact that I persevered in the selling of this new book, but I did so and my patience and my tenacity have surely paid off. It feels good to be able to say we have a new book coming out. Well, okay, that I’m writing a new book. (I always get ahead of myself.) The royalty structure on books these days is pretty amazing. If we sell fifty thousand books we will have sold through our royalty or there abouts. I still have to deal with those (old) publisher people. It will keep until all the ink is dry.

 Let’s see. Yesterday was kind of fun, actually, since we kicked off early and watched some of “our stories” and finally dove into Drag Race which is ever a delight. My skin is still crawling to the point of insanity. I’m not even sure what I want to think about today. I want to keep things very simple and I’m super grateful that I don’t have much in the way to do in the kitchen. Still it is so important to keep the house tidy—not like we are having any cleaning help at this current juncture. I’m sure people are; I just don’t know how safe it really is. I am so, so sad that our trip was cut short. I cannot wait to get back to that delicious city and do all the things I love to do. I think I will find myself a pool to swim in; and a nice group of guy friends to do some activities with. I forget that we have a major business opportunity and part of that is presenting this opportunity to others. I need to find a way to sneak that all into the mix, in the initial upcoming twelve days. Otherwise we are going to be in very good shape because I will be writing books, one a year and be able to sell them and make a very steady income as we allow the business to grow and change. I need to do a designated email about the festival and how I am morphing that and how our season has been put on hold and how, if ever, it shall return to normal. Will anything ever be normal again, one has to wonder. There will be breakthroughs and, in the meantime, we will have to figure out a way to fly across the ocean while feeling protected. I look forward to getting a test in any case at some point to determine whether or not I’ve actually even had this thing.

The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 151-155  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:

Occultists, among whom I count myself, discern heirarchies, even, in this spiritual realm. There are the hmm-hmms who spiritually entitize the vegetable realm and their are animal spirits and then there are those assigned to we supposed human wardens of the world. When we are stripped bear we may be forced to recognize this; or we might slowly and meditatively seek communion, or both. It’s curious that there are two guardian angels in this image. Let me ponder that a moment. Well I suppose the simple answer is that two angels are better than one; that if we imagine ourselves wounded or stumbling we might need an angel on either side, to lift and carry us. Also you and said angels do form a trinity of sorts. And, if we were to be assigned two angels, there would be some checks and balances. Why it’s fitting that this symbol would be ruled by Sagittarius in a twelve-fold sequence is because Sagittarius is the zodiac’s Seer. And it is the seers of this world, the clairvoyants, who understand that we are not alone. Ever. That when all is stripped away there is something else, not nothing. There is something on the other side of our personal crucifixions, that is the crux of all existence. Be happy when things are stripped away. Be happy when the noise of distractors, if not your detractors is silenced by their alienation. For in their wake is something that sustains you in this life and beyond. I think of Joan of Arc and her saints and angels. I think of the many seers with their knowing smiles. Happiness is the connection between our inner strength and our conscious mind.

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.