Greetings Fellow Immortals! Congratulate yourselves,
you have incarnated into the least boring period in human history.
Today is creative, romantic, and if we choose to apply it that way, quite productive. Still in the portal of Friday’s New Moon, Mercury’s sextile to Saturn perfects before dawn, while Moon in abundant Taurus makes three harmonies: to ruler Venus, dreamy Neptune, and Saturn the manifester. It all makes for a magical day, and not one we want to waste. Morning and afternoon are spectacular for generating art or music, or enjoying a love object at a garden brunch followed by a concert or art exhibit or a sensuous frolic in the grass (prepare the garter belt). Evening, and for that matter the entire day, is also great for people connections, particularly for business, matters of property, or a shared altruistic, home-oriented or creative project. With the Moon in well-grounded Taurus, it's less bullshit, more pasture, yet never has mankind been so full of manure, or needed so desperately the proper soil to cultivate its higher consciousness, than today. Now I don't mind telling you that my ego hates the idea of being shit for someone else's buddhahood! " How can you believe in astrology?," angry, drunken Basque separatists have asked me. I tell them that astrology is not a belief system, but an archetypal, poetic language. I don't ask you if you believe in Japanese. I ask if you speak it. I don't ask you if you believe in music, I ask if you play it. I happen to speak the heavenly tongue of astrology along with thousands of other highly intelligent, inspiring, spiritual and even scientific astrologers. If I never have to deal with angry, drunken Basque separatists who have stolen the Shroud Of Turin again, it'll be too soon. Still, if my destiny is to be an untransformed seed-cum-manure of a man - or to put it another way - if I can at least be the source of unconscious friction that triggers another Christ or Buddha's urgency to awaken, then so be it. Fertilize my ego!
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