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Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
The term, from that passages in Shakespeare’s King John, “Bell, book, and candle” is what caught my attention, listening to the play. Bit of superstitious material buried in the texts.
Working a wee bit of faery magic, the little one goes unretrograde, ere long.
After you’ve spent any kind of quality time around me, you begin to realize that I’m a little brash, blunt, and almost needlessly direct. Not all the time, and I do have my finer moments when I can gather my thoughts and present material with more artful, perhaps gentler chiding instead of just blurting out the answer. I’ve never claimed otherwise. Just so there’s no misrepresentation of facts, I’m drawing attention to one of my behavior traits, as an example of what type of energy is running through the Libra limbs, even now, and what kind of action your Libra self might want to avoid.
Don’t blurt it out. Don’t act rashly. Don’t act brazenly. Don’t stick your foot in your mouth. Happy birthday. Now, more than ever, a metered, measured response is best. Happy birthday. It bodes well, but don’t answer too quickly. Happy birthday!
At least one of my Scorpio friends will recoil in horror at this next suggestion. Several will make claims that I’m out-of-place, or out of line, and that my suggestion isn’t a good one. One Scorpio will reach for a “fainting bottle” of spirits, to assuage that feeling of panic. My simplest suggestion?
My lord, they say five moons were seen tonight;
Four fixed, and the fift did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.
There are times, I have no idea where this comes from. A link on a history site sent me off into the Viking World, and to make it even more curious, I was looking at Danish sites about Viking Long Houses. It was a form of Viking dwelling, several families, cattle, kids, winter grain stores, all piled into a single room. Look it up, “Viking Longhouse.”
The historical depiction of life inside the Viking Longhouse? The cattle, the grains, I suppose the mice, the kids, the babies, the adults, whole families, all piled into a single room with fire in the middle of the floor, and no fireplace? No chimney? Warm against the Viking cold winters, but I can’t think that it’s a situation I’d thrive in, nor, for that matter, would a typical Virgo survive in a situation like that.
The rest of this Virgo week feels like that. Everything you need is right here, but it might be a in chaotic, everything-piled-in-the Viking Longhouse style. It’s all there, just might not be ordered. That can drive a Virgo, especially with recent Virgo birthdays, that can drive a Virgo crazy.
Mercury, tail-end, but still mercurial. Like that Viking Longhouse.
So close. So very, very close, and yet? Not yet. Venus is finishing her lap, but Mercury isn’t undone yet. There’s more to come. Yes, Jupiter is in Libra, and you know what that means, right? Wait, still Virgo time.
Peace be to France—if France in peace permit
Our just and lineal entrance to our own;
If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven,
Whiles we, God’s wrathful agent, do correct
Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven.
King John in Shakespeare's King John (2.1.84-9)
There was an era in Austin’s history, a time filled with magic as “Kickers” and “Hippies” melted together. The result? The “Cosmic Cowboy” times. Layered under more myth than reality, portions of that cultural clash still exist, even to this day, buried under a patina of grimy Austin history. While one name was “Redneck Rock,” the real appellation should’ve been, “Head-neck.”
Part history, part oral tradition, part myth, and part foggy, stoner memories, what’s left a mark? There are a handful of music albums from that era, as evidence that the world described like that did exist. Other than a handful of musicians, though, there’s precious little left.
Burned out, drifted away, or, most common? Sold out.
Cut off jeans and t-shirts got swapped out for business suits, and the rest, as they say, is history. The challenge for Virgo, in the next few days? Separate myth from reality. The stories about the good old days? What really happened? See if there is a disconnect from reality there. “I knew a guy who worked with this guy, and he said...” Which only serves to highlight the problem, myth-making is powerful, but don’t confuse myth and the real Virgo world.
My schedule shifts around with the seasons. Where I live, I joke about there only being two seasons, “Summer and Oven,” but that's not far from wrong. As I’ve traveled across this wide world, I realize not everyone lives in a temperate zone like I do. The middle of September usually means that it’s not blistering hot.
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Oberon in Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night's Dream 2.1.248-52
There needs to be a light and frilly approach, dictated by the planets, for Virgo. Not too married to a specific outcome, because, well, with Mercury? Like Puck’s mistakes? Comic relief.
How much are you going to buy into this? There’s a problem, and it’s “Libra adjacent,” but it’s not really a Libra problem. “But it is my problem, too, you see?” Frankly, no, I don’t see. This is a “Libra adjacent” issue, but not a Libra problem. “But because it’s SO close, it is a problem!” Are you sure?
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Mercury Starts a Retrograde pattern in Virgo. Mercury is Retrograde from August 30 to September 21, 2016.
Listen to the cicadas. It’s sound, a summer sound, an August, summer sound I’ve grown up with, and living in Texas, one I’m used to. That summer sound? I was taking off to walk up to the store, buy some grocery items, not much. As usual, I had on stereo earbuds, with a microphone, as I was answering and returning some calls.
Hot, August afternoon. I hadn’t heard the cicadas that loud since South Austin days. While that’s not entirely true, it was refreshing to hear, and as soon as the music cycled up, think I was listening to a Shakespeare play, I stopped. Pulled the earplugs out. I stopped, pulled the ear plugs out, and turned the music off. For a few step, then for the rest of my walk, I was immersed in the sounds of summer. Mostly, it was the cicadas, just a dull buzz, and like me, listening to summer, all over again? As Mercury stops and suggests a stationary pattern? In this next week? Pull the ear plugs out. Turn off the ambient, background, white noise. Fewer distractions are better as this will be a rather amusing Mercury in Retrograde. Easiest way to survive and thrive? Pull out the earplugs. Listen to the cicadas. Or listen to whatever.
My father, a Libra if there ever was one, was also a “Warm Springs” polio survivor. Because he had polio at a young age, one leg was smaller than the other. So I saw a shoe sale, the other day, “Buy One, get One Free.” Clever ad. Wouldn’t have worked, though, as my father would only need one shoe of one size.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night's Dream 2.1.1-9