Fishing Guide to the Stars
By Kramer Wetzel
(c) 2007-2008 Kramer Wetzel for astrofish.net
For the week starting: 10.30.2008
"Who with saffron wings upon my flowers
Diffuses honey-drops, refreshing showers."
Shakespeare’s The Tempest {IV.i.90-4}
There was a solitary and very out-of-place bee, honey bee, working on a late fall foliage. Made me think of that. It’s not yet winter in South Texas. Halloween takes a special significance as the center point to the coming weekend.
In most traditions, Halloween is the time when the veil between the worlds, this one full of reality and the other worlds, full of myth and mystery, this is the time when the veil is the thinnest.
Scorpio: Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Repeat refrain.
I think, though, a better option would be, "Repeat? Refrain."
Sun, Moon, Mars, and before the next scope? Mercury, too! All in Scorpio! Or were. Will be. Anyway, instead of me going on and on about a Halloween costume idea you’re not going to try — since it came from me — let’s move onto a real prognostication: Repeat? Refrain. I’d suggest you keep from going over material that you’ve already covered. I’m not slow, but after so many years of rock and roll, I can be a little deaf. Unless the news is really good gossip. Not that I would ever stoop to juicy tidbits about what other people are doing, but there is an eternal fascination with other other folks’ behaviors. Just so much more interesting. So, we can all sing you "Happy Birthday," but I think just one line would be good enough.
Doesn’t need to be repeated over and over. Like the gossip, the news, and whatever else you’re tempted to keep repeating? Might want to refrain from that. Just a birthday suggestion, not a command.
Sagittarius: I warned you last week to get ready for this little turning point, and like a good Sagittarius? You avoided my logical thinking and probably went out for a beer or something.
Coffee. I don’t know, something. Hence the trouble.
It’s the eve before Valentine’s Day and you don’t have a thing to wear. Need to come up with a costume and pretty quick, too. Therein is part of the trouble. There’s another pesky item that’s floating, sort of like a little free-floating anxiety. Worried about something that is up and coming, and I can’t place my finger on the worry, or rather, I can’t properly identify the source of the troublesome thoughts.
Capricorn: Some days, it’s the great big deals, the hundreds of thousands of dollar deals. The big picture, the big ticket items. The important stuff is big, huge and mostly, really expensive. But there’s a point, a place that we get to, where it’s not the big deals at all, it’s the little deals.
I’ve got a single keepsake from a old lover, and it’s simple. Small, tiny, barely a desk ornament, yet, to me, it means the world. Times that were good. Times that were really good. Not so much the price of the item as what that tiny items represents. I could be silly and sentimental, or I could be a little more realistic, I know what the lover had to go through in order to acquire that little keepsake for me.
It was a big deal. Or not, but it was a significant experience for me. But the woman in question, and the keepsake, and then, the meaning behind it all. The message? It’s about the little things in Capricorn. Not the big deals that everyone thinks is a big deal, it’s the little things. Some days, the dollar amount doesn’t matter.
Aquarius: Let’s pretend, for a minute. Let’s pretend that you went trick or treating on Halloween. And let’s pretend that, as an Aquarius, you got a bunch of good (teeth rotting) candy. Then, as you’re digging through your candy bag, you find a bag of candy broke open. As you gather up the candy bits from the bottom of the back, you happen across something that feels different.
Smooth, hard, perhaps angular, perhaps circular, doesn’t matter. You pull it out, and it looks like a precious stone. Like, perhaps one of the matrons servicing you with candy? Maybe a stone came off a ring? Or maybe it was a secret admirer, wanted to make a point? Who knows, right? Just that you’ve now got, in your possession, a precious, or semi-precious, stone that might — or might not — be worth a lot of money.
Return it? Find the true owner? Maybe you are the true owner and it found you? Lots of questions as Mars squares off against Neptune. Not a lot of answers. I’d save it though, as the intrinsic value might be worth more than the monetary value.
Pisces: There are certainties in life. Sun comes up, Sun goes down, Moon comes up. Repeat, adjust for seasonal variations. There’s a natural rhythm. I can hear it in the traffic patterns as cars pass in front of the this place, or as the train echoes down the street. I love being alongside a long freight train when it passes, the steel rails and wheels have an aural pattern that’s distinctive and not often recognized as natural, manmade music.
There’s rhythm, music, patterns in just about every aspect of life. Usually. Except now. That’s the problem. That usual patter, that normal ebb and flow, the way you’re used to hearing and seeing, and even, to some extent, feeling the rhythm of the (streets, cars, trains, planes, buses, pedestrians), that gets interrupted. What you’re counting on and what happens? I’m just suggesting that there is an upset to your normal, preferred way of this material working out. Doesn’t mean it’s bad, oh heavens no, not bad, just a change. Might not feel like you caused the change, either. Might not even feel like you’re in control, but be patient, that normal patter will return.
Aries: "I’m going to be a cowboy," and "I’m going to be Wonder Girl," and I want to be a Fairy Princess (it could happen — I could do that). But let’s face it: I don’t really want to be a fairy anything unless it was a fairy fishing guide who happened to know where all the fish were, but that’s not what any of this all about. It’s all about what you really want to be.
My personal favorite, the one I like to see? The younger women dressed in the "lady of the night/librarian" outfit. But that’s personal with me, and it’s kind of hard to put it all together, not to mention, getting the librarian stuff off, that’s the worst. Again. That’s not what this is really all about, or is it?
There’s a suggestion that waited too late to plan, and now you’re stuck with a situation that there really isn’t any easy way out of. Thinking back to the last librarian, though, I remember how long it took get her undressed. Linking that to Aries? All I’m saying, I don’t care what your objective is, but whatever it is? It’s going to take a lot longer than you think. You can get to whatever that objective is, just plan on it taking longer. Why I’ll be dressed as a cowboy, can’t miss with that.
Taurus: There’s always one, and this year? Why not you? Always one who has the most outlandish and revealing, yet oddly tasteful and in the same breath, covers everything that needs to be covered, and still, for some reason? Seems incredibly sexy. Alluring. In the same "breadth." Little joke. Never mind.
The point is to go ahead and go all out on the costume. There’s a terrible sense that "the end is near" and as long as that kind of fatalistic attitude is floating freely? Might as well have some fun with it. The end isn’t near. You and I know that. But as long as the "end of the worlders" are out and about, raising hell, and making quite a ruckus? No need to indulge any further than you want.
I know one Taurus friend, and she’ll stockpile water, canned food, ammunition and some designer camo outfits. However, I doubt anarchy is about to break out, but I really don’t think that the emotional pulse is about to stop beating. It’s how you choose to deal with what comes along. I’d go ahead and rotate the stockpiled food and water, not that it matters for a Taurus, and I’d also make sure I have enough candy and goodies on hand for the halloween set. Then, like I suggested at first, a good costume that is both revealing and yet modest, too.
Gemini: Instead of questioning and worrying about what you should be, or for whom you should vote, I’ve got a better idea. Do nothing. There’s a tremendous amount of media pressure, holiday pressure, brain pressure, and finally, a huge amount of astrology pressure on the Gemini slice of the heavens.
The biggest pressure, though, I would guess, comes from Saturn and Uranus. So I realize I should write a good Halloween scope for you, but I was wondering, instead of planning to do something, how about nothing? Instead of getting worked up, then worked over, then worked out? That’s a huge amount of stress that can be easily avoided. Do nothing.
At least one Gemini will call me up, perish the thought of using email, and that one Gemini will go on and on about how wrong I’ve got it, since there’s so much to do, in Gemini terms and on Gemini time, and there’s not enough of Gemini left to go around to fix it all, on Gemini terms, in Gemini time.
That’s the hint from: do nothing. Wait this one out. The trick with Uranus in this mixture? It’s going to come, this sudden, clear, never-changing Gemini idea. During the next couple of days. Might even be a Halloween gig you see. The path will be clearly marked, the choices abundantly obvious. Start by doing nothing.
Cancer: I was looking over a query letter I just mailed out. The letter’s gone, mailed it last week. When I opened up my word processing document, I was going to use that letter as a template, I discovered an error. "Dear Name," was my introduction. That sucks. I’m pretty sure that person won’t be responding to my query. "Name" is too generic. Wasn’t a mail-merge or spam, not directly, but indirectly, and especially with my lack of attention to detail? I won’t be hearing back.
That’s waste of one envelope, one sheet of paper, about 15 minutes of my time, and one first class stamp. If I had to factor a cost, it was the equivalent of one half-hour reading from me. Same amount of time, same cost basis, really. So I’ll write that one off. However, there was a valuable lesson in that note.
When I looked at it again, I could either berate myself, flagellate until I was raw and bleeding, or just laugh. I opted to to laugh at myself, realize I’d made a pretty funny mistake, although, at least one recipient won’t think so, and I’m going to remember to check that one slot in the next round of form letters I mail. None of this gives you a clue about Halloween, but it should serve as a reminder about "due diligence" and more important, about "proof reading." There’s a time when a little arrogance is good. This isn’t one of those times, but if you do slip up like me? Laugh it off.
Leo: It’s all about Scorpio. That and other things, and what this amounts to? Sorry, Leo darling, it’s not about you. It’s about other people. But then, if you look at what is going on, maybe, for a change, this is okay that it’s not about you. The basic influence is fixed: Scorpio Sun Add to that, the Saturn and Uranus conflagration, and there’s a heady mix of stable yet unstable energy floating around.
Some surprises, like, you could win the "best costume" contest and yes, you read that right here. But that’s a small consolation in the larger view of the Leo Life. That’s why I’m urging, begging, pleading, and most of all, warning you — in the next couple of days, let the other person be the center of attention. The way it works out, hey this hits me, too, but for different reasons, let some other fool do the "hey, look at me!" yell. Then let that other person slam, into the ground, face first.
Patience, reserve, a great well of understanding, and just a little bit of uncharacteristic understatement will help ease your way through the coming days. Patience, other than an anomalous costume prize? Not much is happening. Maybe that’s better.
Virgo: There’s a yard, not far from the post office I frequent, and I walk past this yard, almost daily. Well, some days. Frequently, maybe a few times a week. There’s a sign, "Posted: beware of dogs!" And there is, indeed, a nice mongrel who’s getting a little gray on the muzzle, and he’s not really that ferocious.
Comes out. Barks at me once or twice, and more often than not, just sort sits and watches me. Wags his tail a time or two, he’s sort of Black Lab and sort of a mutt. Not sure. Seems pretty smart and he reminds me of dog I once had. The mail man and the garbage man, we are deathly afraid of that dog, yet, it was nothing but the friendliest critter in the world.
All bark. That one dog, I’ve watched as the mail man has delivered, let himself in, past the dog that barks at me, and just pets the dog once on the head, then gets on about delivering mail. I’m sure if I had to, I could easily befriend the dog. We’re almost pals now, as he sees me, and he doesn’t bother to bark, other than once or twice, more for form than anything else, I’m sure.
As the planets unwind and unload, especially Saturn and Uranus, are you like that dog? Could be ferocious? But you’re really not? He just watches me, another weird person with not enough fur to keep him warm in the coming winter, as I walk on by. Friend or foe? Trick or treat?
Libra: The sun goes down a little earlier, the sun comes up a little later, and time zone thing changes. Then there’s the non-Libra whiners. My little Libra friends are like the local weather patterns. I’ve seen this more than once. I was walking across the parking lot, and one half the lot was wet from a fall shower whereas, and there was a clear line of demarcation, the other half of the lot was dry. Dry as a bone.
I thought about this the more I looked at your chart, and the more I poked at the planets in general, the more I kept getting this image that there was stuff falling all around the Libra quadrant, but nothing (bad) was hitting in the Libra slice. The chart I use looks like a pie, maybe a pecan pie. Around you but not on you. Not on your slice.
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