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All Over The Place

Scorpio 9° (November 1)

 

Today was weird and kind of fun but basically I didn’t sleep the night before at all (again) so I got as much done as I could in the morning. I touched base with Bryan which was cool. And just did the minimum I ate pumpkin seeds with Braggs as my only lunch and then took a nap and slept through what was meant to be four-way chat with D+N. I binged on a bit of Atypical. I did manage to put together a wee dinner of soup and some leftovers which was pretty yummy and there was a sip of wine each. S. is catching up on one of my binges and in the night I started Carnival Row which I just might be able to get into. The news seems better but then it gets worse. I once again feel like Margaery Tyrell just before the whole place blows, and this is not a great thing to feel. I really needed to get some ya yas out and I hope I did. Because I have to immediately pivot and start getting all the larger picture elements in place, which means there can’t be much playing around at present. I did look at the work D+N did and I have to say: I am quite impressed overall. I like the maker’s mark element, especially when paired with more modern, classic sans seraf logo, but I think the AC would have to be less hammered out, less moyen age, and slightly more sleek and deco meets 70s decay? We also liked the future-y one but would want to shy away from that Moonraker, Jaqueline Susanne kind of look?

In the 70s anything deco one would encounter would likely now be in decay, and that was the best way to experience deco. I think that sort of thing could work. We have to drive through Orleans anyway. So it can wait. I just want these alerts to stop. Trying to figure that out.Also when it comes to Venice I don’t want to go with C + H actually. I just want to be alone there. Don’t want anyone else to color the trip.There is something called the Thello night train from Paris to Venice so, (thought it wasn’t what I was saying, because I was thinking we’d fly round trip to Geneva or Lausanne or wherever to meet C+H but as I say I thought that through and don’t want to be with them on this trip), we could indeed go to Paris early and ask D + N or Susie even to keep our larger bags for a few days (and maybe stay in some hotel in Paris we’ve been wanting to check out) then take a night train to Venice (10 hours) and spring for our own cabin (which would be part of the romance of the thing) and so forth…I think the Thello is something of a scam in the end.

We could also travel by day and break the trip up as Milan is on the way to Venice. I think it would be smart/fun etc to do the traveling in January and then return to Paris and stay put. In March we can go for overnight trips to Brittany or some such but mainly not waste the grace of the Paris apt. I’m just free-styling I’m not sure of any of it to be honest there is so much to do and I feel a bit put off by the fact that I’m the one being delegated to. I have to figure out my own path through all of this. I’m scattered today. I don’t want to feel like this. There should be a solid, streamlined, plan that we are following and I don’t know if we are achieving that right now. I believe much is going to come down to what gets prioritized. Part of me feels I should just call it a day already and it’s still first thing in the morning. That can’t be right. (I took a little breather and I’m back) Feeling like I turned this around and I’m getting my tiny brain around a few things. I sat and wrote out all I have to do in the next two months and it makes my head spin to even think about it; but hey, it will all come right. I am going on a little bit of an ascetic trip, just for fun. I want to be my best self for all that is about to bubble up; and if I just assign myself one major task per day I think that will make a very big difference.

 

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So, Samhain

Scorpio 8° (October 31)

 

So a wild night which I missed. After going upstairs to try to sleep sitting up because I was still so ill, S. had quite an experience. She was asleep and heard banging and loud shouting and screaming, a man’s and woman’s voice respectively. There was a party at the house across the street where a bunch of Jamaicains live—they work at Wicked Oyster whose owner owns the house. I’ll tell you what happened first then what I found out upon waking from S. The man (who was naked) was banging on the door saying I’m going in while his “girlfriend” was screaming for him not to. S. called 911. The dispatcher asked, “is he naked?” which S. thought odd of course, so they had already had a clue about this man and what was going on. Anyway, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hid behind the chimney. There wasn’t even time for her to come upstairs to wake me. Meanwhile I did wake up for a second seeing cop car lights outside; and I did hear voices but I thought it was the TV. Anyway it was about a minute or maybe two between calling 911 and the cops arriving. S. did try to peer at the window. The man was indeed naked, he had left his underwear, in fact, on our door step and he completely banged in the entire screen door. If there hadn’t been a deadbolt on that door (which was by S.’s insistence) he would have been able to get in for sure.

Backing up, we had gone for more of a drive yesterday, along scenic route 6A, which felt so very much like when we first moved here twenty one years ago. That’s what I was saying, picking up the thread now. I’m about to digress, though, in any case. I realize I cannot do this business without the support of other people. I need them so very much it is clear. And now I am understanding (and we will in the end keep ou plan to speak to our designers) just how right it was that we made the decision we did to move forward with certain folks in place. It is going to be quite the ride. I am thinking perhaps Trip should have his own company division. That he should be the PR at Wheel for real. That might make everything a little clearer. He could have a have a bunch of related clients. I remind myself that I am going to ask M.T. about the relationship book and what percentage of it can be used in a subsequent book. I honestly feel like diving directly into that for some reason. I can’t exactly explain why. The truth is that I should be deconstructing the Sextrology chapters as I have begun with one of the chapters; and be putting little packages together in preparation for what should be a next deal. And I will do I think once I find out it’s happening. Meanwhile, I’m on my own in the creation of schedules in any case. It looks like we won’t get to a shared conversation on the subject for a couple of weeks. So I’m just going to do me, if you will. Anyway we arrived back to the house in time to unpack and have des verres de vin and delicious cheese and crackers and watch a great doc about Laurel Canyon. And then I made pumpkin ravioli in a sage butter and someone had very little and someone couldn’t stop eating them. Jump cut to me having terrible indigestion—called “inties” around these pahts—and I felt really ill and cranky and went upstairs and slept in the room right above the commotion and yet I heard nothing which is terribly hard to believe, really.

We learned the next morning his name was McCloud and he was apparently on edibles and alcohol and it was actually the folks in the house he lived with who first called the police and that’s why they arrived so quickly they were on their way anyway. And it explains why the first question the dispatcher asked S. was: “is he naked?”. We had appointments we couldn’t move so it was already a full day and the detective was to be coming over in the afternoon for a chat. Some notes we put down into words: Not really someone knocking but threatening to come in with force involved. Girlfriend, whom we learned was strangled and dragged and was missing chunks of hair as a result (I kid you not)  was shouting “No, no don’t” trying to fend him off protecting herself or trying to prevent him from breaking down the door or both. He was in a heightened state of rage. “I’m going in!” Full volume. Loudest voice, S. says, she ever heard in her life. Learned from the landord that A.J. was fellow who phoned the police. There was a domestic incident first apparently he threw up and she was trying to clean him and put him under shower and he freaked out. They were both naked. He was charged with strangulation, disorderly conduct, some other assualty type charge and malicious destruction of property. His landlord and employer K. said he was band news and couldn’t wait to not see him again; he and others were apparently leaving in three days and K. couldn’t wait to see him gone. He also said we should press (as many) charges (as we could). The parenthetical bit was intensely implied.

We are meant to fill out a victim report and I will put that on the to-do list.

 

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Wheat From Chaff

Scorpio 7° (October 30)

 

Up early to make some breakfast and pack a lunch as we go to deposition. The environment wasn’t as dire as I imagined it would be. And we got to sit in on each other’s questioning which was especially good for me since I went second. But we did have some varying recall as is normal being two people being rearended five years ago. L.C. is so much more conservative and such than I remember. He reminds me of one of my father’s friends which makes him quite a throwback. He’s very confident which I liked. The other lawyer seemed really together and pretty and nice and the questions were fairly probing but not overly so. We had toyed with the idea of sitting in on the culprit’s questioning but, as it was, she hadn’t turned up by the time we left, so I’ll be curious to know if she even did at all in the end. Each of our sessions went about ninety minutes and we really needed to get out of there by the time it was over and let L.C. do his thing. Also we can’t be people who are even remotely seen as staring others down. And Whole Foods was nearby. S. got a coffee and we broke out our contraband of turkey bacon sandwiches with the homemade ketchup I made. Then we did a nice big shop and headed along route 28 to what I read was a fresh pasta and cheese shop which turned out to be a total joke. Good thing we b(r)ought back up in the form of pumpkin ravioli. There was a cool coffee shop too which I forget the name of. The day felt like twenty years ago when we had first moved to the Cape. In that time a lot has happened and I think it would be good to understand that. Actually, it is twenty-one years hence and that means three life cycles of sorts. I have a lot of pain and sadness, I will admit; but also some fantastic things have occured over that time, and it is possible to do some clean-up on some scores while letting other things go completely. Nobody is going to help us but us. And I can only be of any help (to myself or others) if I feel that I too am at the top of my game. So, though there will be extinction bursts, I owe it to myself to keep the trajectory moving upward. I will make a list of world allies and seek to polish all those connections; by the same token I will make a list of those with whom relationships have been uneasy and send them well-wishes. I was looking back on the note I sent to J.D. and, on returning one to me, he added S.; so I thought, okay, that will be that. The other J.D. meanwhile has been all over my dream landscape. They were like rival gangs. I brought them together.

The first year in Provincetown, especially, we were sought out by so many of these disembodied tribes, the lines between which, seldom blurring. Now it’s all one giant cluster fuck and, because we don’t want to be part of anyone’s else’s cult, we both seemed to be an easy target for people putting us on the sidelines in their mind–while the point was we were already there by choice. Even with J.D., especially with J.D.: he got so weird when we weren’t available to him every single dang time he returned to his homestead. I admit readily that I had some of the funnest times hanging out in what was once “the gang” of sorts (we even had a name for ourselves: The South) but those sorts of dynamics are never sustainable. We knew it. We also saw the abusive ways J.D. treated his so-called friends, making grown women cry, inspiring tales of his emotional torment of other friends who would stay there. I always said that if one day it happened that we became the object of his vitriole and control that we would be outta there. In the meantime I tried so hard to right size that relationship, but it proved impossible. Because he punished us even for that—slightly taking a step back and having a smaller-dose bond. No. You had to be there all the time he was. This is the same thing with R.L. and the other cult leaders. The other J.D. is different I find and his company is actually to be enjoyed at times. Anyway it is a relationship I do want to nurture; and I plan to do so in the short term. Because it is important. Having friends.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Self Generating

Scorpio 6° (October 29)

 

I crashed last evening at about six thirty as S. caught up on all the television I’d already seen. Then I woke at midnight and read about eighty pages of a book about Self Help For Your Nerves. Mine are shot and I really needed it. On top of all we did to get the sample in yesterday, we also had a little rehearsal with our lawyer for an upcoming deposition. I am undaunted by that. My main concern is what to wear. Word came from D+N that we will speak on Friday. Which reminds me I need to get Jim all the times we are on Skype this week so we are not disturbed by his carpentry. I’ll make a note to do that in the morning. S. was on ca call by eight thirty. I cleaned and got stuff ready for a dump run a small grocery shopping list together. I made some celery soup, some salmon cakes, a reconstituted stew (S. made some quinoa) and I made a homemade ketchup for tomorrow’s snack/lunch. I made a comprehensive to-do list and then found myself going through upstairs closets. The truth is most of the clothes up there need to be thrown away—and as time goes on I realize I am really quite weird in that I can’t seem to throw very much in the bin. I’m not a hoarder per se but something is going on.

Ted ended up popping over—he brought a Dior book from the exhibit, apparently carting it all the way from London. I need to write to J+I. I also need to get some gummy action going or maybe buy some more oil for myself. I’m finding CBD to be very soothing indeed. We have some good options for Paris now and I think we will be able to book flights and make a plan in the coming days. We need to start working on your costumes for New Year. I really don’t like fancy dress parties at all, but I do like seeing my friends so they are worth the humiliation. Anyway I made a list of things that need to happen this week: Get bank balances. Get a fix on wardrboe. Think about what to do for end of year donation plea. Create text for the Vaudeville tour. Do final report for the MCC grant. Put together VSB grant. Approve the business cards. Make some sort of reaction to the D+M work. Friend the twenty-summers folk. Write JCM (which I did). Work on audience for Witch Camp. Suss out voice recognition technology. There are many more things to tackle but it will all happen in due time. Today I made the decision that I want to be happy. I have hit an emotional rock bottom of sorts (which is better than the other kinds out there) without any spin down other than an internal one. You would never know it. To see me I am the picture of absolute functionality.

I’m just going to talk crap for awhile. I used not to care about, say, present friendships or the like. For instance, back in the day, say, when I was going off to study in Grenoble my junior year abroad, or when I moved to Paris, or when I moved to New York City, I wasn’t so fixated on the dearth of friendship in my life. I didn’t think about it at all; and I actually need not to think about it again. I just need to move forward, not care who does or does not like me, and just act as if I don’t have a care in the world with, or about, anybody. I have long been fascinated at how people in cliques and tribes can actually enjoy seeing the same people day in and day out, getting drunk and stoned and sleeping into the day (this applies to one grouping of individuals in particular) and I finally have the answer: it is a validation that things needn’t change, that they can remain exactly as is, without challenge or question. I am moving on now at this point in my life and I truly couldn’t be happier to do so. I am one big long new moon energy right now. The more I do the more I can do and I intend to do just that. I think I’ve been waiting around for that excited feeling when in fact it is in my power to create it.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Reeling A Bit

Scorpio 5° (October 28)

 

The way I comb or cut my way through vegetables in the kitchen is pretty much the same way that I write and edit, a dual ongoing process that expresses my commuicative discourse. That was something I read that I wrote on a note card. I’m not really sure how important it actually is. I also wrote something else on the back I can make out the words Hephaestus and also Jupiter. But when am I not actually writing about the gods I feel as if I always am. I’m sure that made no sense. It’s nearly four in the afternoon and I’ve been up pretty much since midnight. My sleep patterns have really never been so out of whack I don’t believe, but it’s not as if that makes no sense. I was finishing up this book sample process and I’m happy to say we handed it all in today, a few days earlier than scheduled. I’m hopeful but I’m also trepidatious. I’ve been here before, putting my head on the chopping block of potential rejection. I’m not like some people who can throw up a whole bunch of images they stole out of old books and write a little something about how keen and I have, and have the world care to read about it. I have earned every one of our hundreds and hundreds of thousands of readers. Now is about finding them and activating all the myriad projects we have underway. It should be fun, although it won’t be easy. But I’m also not interested in burdening myself, financially, in the process. One does need to spend money to make money, but it is important to get that ratio right. I think I have a natural way with the fiduciary, although I have never once, not for any epoch, been a materialist. I belong in Paris that much I know and I look very much forward to making it my home again, I really am. I think that can work. I’m going to try my hand at expanding the non-profit, to have it be what I think it can be, but I’m also willing at this point to let go of what’s not really working.

Well anyway: Bully for me for redoing the entire proposal and hunkering down to write this sample and getting it in before the end of October. I now have two solid months to focus on getting other things cooking while actually coming down off having been so around-the-clock working. I just got a flashback of Lox Around The Clock. I would have gone there with Laurie and Peter for sure. Funny how things pop into your head like that. I am now just going to type in some notes that are sitting on my desk so I can thrown them away. 1. Harnassing the power of…pin in sibling stuff…is utable-earth in section one? Link to arrested development. Need toe comedy. Madgalene. Moving through; things happen through her or she allows…to be an instrument. As a rule Virgo needs to be more as…the first woman, Pandora. They broke the mold. The All Meets The One is 0° Coming off chapter one four of radical optimism. Beatrice Bruteau. “Myth metaphyiscs and Mysteries”? S. is going to send me a copy of that old 1970s Times piece on the family with the restaurant in Pennsylvania. Gemini: They throw a curve ball (Eris and her apple) at you and before you field it they throw another one and another. Rapid fire gaslighting?  Reality Winner and sometimes a little confection? Is that what I said.

Oh I remember this was what Penny had to say about Ellie and Max. They need to understand themeaning of the word contract. I asked why is it they feel comfortable behaving this way toward our organiziation. Call out culture. Virtue signalling. Who’s eploiting whom here. Too established. Not sure what that meant. The sacred harlot bit is the antidote to the victimization energy of Kore’s rape story. The Spica says it’s up to her.

Being a Virgo, the virgin, metaphorically speaking means they don’t always quite get it. It’s not naivite necessarily, it’s a certain disconnect. When the character Mary Magdalene, a Virgo archetype, sang I don’t know how to love him she was being totally honest about herself, not Him (whoever he might be). Virgo women are notoriously attracted to the most high-impact figures on the planet. And they do orbit close to tony figures who have a sweeping sphere. Virgo begins August 23, the date of the festival of Vulcanalia, for the Roman god Vulcan (Greek: Hephaestus), the potter (mutable-earth!) god, and there is a theory that their is a planet Vulcan, the true ruler of Virgo, that orbits even closer to the Sun than Mercury. May we some day discover it because it would explain a lot about Virgo people, women in particular, securing themselves so extreme an inside track, becoming inside circle, and doing so quite unseen.

Should Virgo admit like Elizabeth I that she really wants to remain the virgin—single, autonomous and unsullied by any others’ needs except those to which she chooses to cater—despite all her protestations/lamentations on being alone or lonely. Because she does seem very much married to some phantom notion that relationships elude her. In mythology, a Virgin goddess is really one who doesn’t want to play a secondary sex role to males—Artemis, Hestia, Athena are not spinsters by default.

In our astrology, the sun sign of any individual represents the self one is becoming, her own hero’s journey, that to which she aspires in this life. The Virgo woman’s concept of happiness and fulfillment is therefore described in terms associated with her sign. That is to say that a life well-lived for the Virgo is one where she has made an indelible mark, a lasting contribution, and in her own way, has been of great service to others and the world at large. The trick of course being that she must find a way to serve her own purposes, foremost, in the process.

 

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This Time Next Year

Scorpio 4° (October 27)

 

Today I managed to get thirteen pages plus of sample chapter at least printed out and into S.’s editor hands. Which feels pretty damn good. This year alone I have launched a new business, collaborated on a line of tee shirts, produced a series, produced a festival, wrote twelve astrology books, an entire book proposal (and now chapter), wrote my own one man show which I performed (probably the only reason I feel okay not doing a holiday show). I know I did a lot more than that, too, probably, but things are not jumping to mind. Why? Isn’t that enough? Jeez. I’m super excited about what is to come. I psyched that tonight is new Scorpio Moon, that is very exciting. I will go down stairs now and make a chicken. Sorry I didn’t mean to type that out loud I just realized its five o’clock and I haven’t gotten a start on dinner. I will be back soon in any case. Need to keep a running list of what to say to M.T. and what to add to that sample at the end to give it a lift.

Hi MT. So just beaming in to say good morning and I should have something to you today. As the sample chapter writing process goes (having a mind of its own) a few points and clarifications popped up that we need to throw into the proposal draft itself—mainly just semantic tweaks—so we are taking a little inventory this morning and when we send it all along later we will attach a slightly new Proposal along with the Sample.

Virgo girl to negotiate the world of would-be coupling. She often gets stuck in a sisterly role and her perspective on relationships can be overblown; meaning she might believe she’s in one when, in reality, she’s not. Not to suggest she’s delusional.***She can thus get stuck playing Wendy to any number of Peter Pans, or in any case, settling in to something of a den-mother role. Often, she enjoys a variety of bestie bonds with gay (again, is there a different word we have to use?) men.

There is an upshot to this signature dynamic in that she has the power to play patroness and to elevate her own status by helping others to achieve their own goals and dreams. (Mention Peggy Guggenheim?). She thus makes a great agent or dealer or major domo, natural in the role of proverbial soul of any such operation. It’s a paradoxical helper part she plays, at once playing teacher, preparing others for their ultimate good, and yet also casting them as mentors on whom she’s learning. Virgo tends to live through others vicariously, especially artists and creatives, as she bides her time until she can step out of the shadows herself, using such, typically years-long, associations as her own launching pad, working the many connections she would have made in her remarkable efforts on behalf of others.

 

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Bringing On Home

Scorpio 3° (October 26)

 

Pascale’s and Martin’s birthdays. And I have some major work on my plate. First I will rejig the sample pages, and flesh out a few more, then put in all the changes S. gives me. In preperation for tomorrow, too, I will revert to the Sextrology pages to get some departure point for part three of the sample which is hinged on drawing out that knowledge and activiting it s a tool of self-awarness and actualization. Clients themselves mainly come to us for guidance in fulfilling creative potential and purpose as well as finding their romantic, sexual, relationship footing. They tend to go hand in hand in any case. Each of the gender signs has their own general spirit and pretty clearly indentifiable natures on this score, even sexually. And we want to show the reader how one informs the other so they can actively participate in their self-realization, on all counts. When it comes to this subject and the Virgo woman, the upshot might be that she doesn’t seem to necessarily want to be in a relationship. She might think she does but I’m not sure she’s so willing to yield.

Things a Virgo need rid herself of. Disdain and Doubt. She is not by nature trusting. Think of Amy and of Heather today. Make an offering to Demeter. Loss and grief are the themes of the Demeter myth. She has only one child. The pig is sacred to her. Goddess of Sacred Law and the Cycles of life. The Eleusian mysteries center on Demeter and Kore and pre-date the Olympian pantheon of gods. Her flower is the Poppy that grows among the barley. Being an earth goddess does have its underworld tones. Demeter is assigned the zodiac constellation Virgo the Virgin by Marcus Manilius in his 1st century Roman work Astronomicon. In art, constellation Virgo holds Spica, a sheaf of wheat in her hand and sits beside constellation Leo the Lion. Underground ceramic jars to store corn, grain. They are silos. When the corn of the old crop is laid on the fields, this is seen as the reunitiging of Demeter and Persephone. Union and reunification?

Virgo’s mutable-earth status speaks to substantial change which doesn’t happen in a flash.
Virgo reminds us that we are all works in progress
Their brand of spirituality is devotional at its core.
Birds and flightless birds. The loss of flight is adaptation! Their ability to adapt and mold. To live life on life’s terms (compared with Cancer which we should change to Hope and Wishcraft. Super power of Adaptation, which is the upshot of vulnerability.

Virgo dealing with loss and imperfection. Chiron represents the wounded healer in astrology. Blesser et al.  Virgos can appear quite gangly and storklike. Spindly legs. Elvis costello. If the sign of Taurus wants you to want them, the sign of Virgo needs you to need them.Opposite sign service vs. sacrifice

Midlife crisis….Mercury god of the crossroads (after birds). Acceptance. Look at the Open Sleigh again here for notes.House. Opposites. M/F.   Age. Bible Shadow. Makes others dependent on them.

More on Virgonot the competitive type, the sign demures related to its humility. Accepting of human frailty. Sixth house of daily habits not sure if you’ve ever tried to change your but doesn’t happen in a day. The irony of Mercury ruling Virgo whose energy is gradual. Virgois a crucible, a smoldering caldron. The Vat. Which is the word to which the French version must change because they use Vessel (Verseau) but that is also the name of Aquarius so that just ends up seeming stupid. I did see the word “vat ” listed in my notes in fact. Coming from a place of helplessness. Learning you are not empty but rather open. Virgo can be a real victim as we know.

 

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And So It Goes

Scorpio 2° (October 25)

 

Do you ever feel sad that we are no longer friends or is that the difference between you and me. I have come up with eight rough pages which are now being read; and I’m a little terrified they’re going to be perceived as sub par. Would I love it if someone said “this is great”? Yes I would. But as I type this at the end of the day I am confident in the inkling that such hopes will be dashed. Well fuck it. I can only do what I can do. I don’t need to be alive forever, first of all. The world is more in crisis than people know. S. gets it. She is the canary in the coalmine in any case. I went downstairs and she had read two pages of eight and had made a lot of notes and I thought oh fuck. But then she casually says toward the end of our brief conversation that she thinks that this book is going to be themasterpiece. I can live with that. It’s Friday night and if you listen to local radio that means Lady Di. You know, in memory of what I thought was a friendship I’m going to send you this most important message: You will take back all evil intentions directed toward me. They will not lodge in me. And I forgive you the fact that you have brain issues, part and parcel of which “imagines” other people do. Everyone in the world seems to be crazy and you’re the only sane cracker? I don’t think so. I like the idea of calling my friends crackers; surely it can be the white version of another word I’m not allowed to utter. Or is this now sounding a little supremicisty? We wouldn’t want that. And I don’t think it would be equivalent really. I mean I think it’s more funny than anything else.

I will work steadily over the weekend to bring this project home. There are specific managerial-editing tasks I need to outline and execute before taking on notes from S.’s reading process. The trick is to do do less and be more. I will admit I am bloody exhausted. But I am nearing the end so I needn’t worry my head too much about it. I think I will save as and sort of start a new document now so I can keep the rough one as a record. Would that I could get all four or five pages in the can today that would be incredible. As a rule Virgo needs to be more aspirational in relationships. We will flag to M.T. that some main-text information will ultimately be better served, removed from the main body and put into sidebars. What do pigs symbolize? They are associated with the sign of Virgo for myriad reasons. I can feel the need, on a spiritual level, to be less “full”. I don’t know if I can explain this to you, really. I just miss the emptiness I used to feel at times when I have given myself over to spiritual practice. I don’t want to be stuck today . I need to remind myself of the connection between Pandora and Mary Magdalene. I did find one point of connection but I will have to look even closer. I am doing the best I can but I have to say that I am feeling slightly overwhelmed by all of this. However I do seem to be making progress; and my hope is that by the end of the day onSunday I will have made a success of this. I imagine that much of what I’ll have to say (to report here) on Monday morning will constitute notes to M.T. and tomorrow and Sunday will likely consist of material needed to round out this project.

It is perfectly normal to get to the phase in the work and feel rather exhausted by it. I have to figure out why it is that the barn gets all that attention. It seems like such a scam to me but what do I know. But who am I to judge. It just saddens me that I can’t seem to be able to capture the kind of attention they do on the non-profit front. I need a new outlook I that me thinks. Also this needs to be the last day of saying anyting negative on here I think. It really doesn’t serve me to grouse and I’m just going to let go of that. I am so looking forward to spending a few months abroad. It is just the kind of remedy I need me thinks. I will get a few things done here today and then take another final deep breath and push through. We have been having fun and night so that is a boon. But by the new moon Sunday I need to make a switcheroo. This is likely the most boring post I’ve ever written. I have many book ideas and such up my sleeve and I look forward to getting them into works. I think it would make good sense for me to get my grants in order during this final week of October, then to use November to put together the 2021 books so that I can work on them just once a week, is all I need to do. It is odd that I did a sho w this year at festival. I do which I had more consistent support from folks but I can only do as best I can. I will reach out to all the names on that list and see if I can drum up some more support from them for the coming year as I launch my new operation. It will be so nice, this time next year to be set back up in a city.

 

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Safe In The Knowledge

Scorpio 1° (October 24)

Saw the Judy film last night and meh. The singing was nothing like Judy. They should have hired Mary Birdsong to sing as Renee lipsynched over her vocals anyway. I felt kind of amazing upon waking and then I felt really strange. Like spaced out, weirdly. It is possible I took too much of something that is supposed to be good for me. Let’s just leave it at that. I do have the opportunity to come through for myself in the next couple of days and that really is what I intend to do. Come rain or come shine. I understand that procrastination (so-called) can be part of the process, but I’m feeling extra so and teetering on the edge a bit. I know the root cause is having other stuff to simultaneously focus on, which can fritz out the old brain a bit. But I will have enough down by the end of the day tomorrow to at least make some kind of presentation to you know who. I think the most important thing to do is to get rid of all the excess. To try and stay in the house for another year or so. To focus on the business address pretty much solely, to let the two businesses share that and to allocate some of the nonprofit funds for the house, meanwhile amping up operations on that score in any case. Of course if there is a chunk advance in the next year then we don’t need to stay put we can immediately move into that and rent can be paid to that location slash mortgage—it would also be paid for by the other two businesses as well as they would have a stake, at that point, in two locations. And by then we could actually downsize to a smaller city dwelling. I think that might be the best bet overall. I’m bringing this up because it is on the docket for the weekend and I want to get my ducks in a row before the new moon on Sunday.

I can pretty much predict how this day will go I will probably get to about page eight and then will have to finish up tomorrow, which is fine. So long as we have something to work on over the weekend we can make some magic and wow, wow, wow. Wouldn’t it be nice to marry the completion of this material to the ritual we have planned for Sunday because they really do go hand in hand. Oh to ace this phase of life. I know it requires a real presence of mind and a little bit of a makeover (as well as a doever). But today the aching is real. Truly real. I don’t know what else to say really except that I fear it will derail me. It always gets me into trouble this in ability to focus half way through a project. That’s really where I am. I suppose I should take stock of what I’m doing en route to moving the needle forward. I guess I can do that now for the next hour:

The first page is something of a snapshot. Alchemy and navel gazing. The vagary of her internal messaging system. Cartoon bubble, mechanical blinking. Taking a powder, baffling agony aunts and unks. Page two: Self help, embodying loss. Dealing with and creating voids. Emotional intelligence, being a collage, a borrower, the myth of Pandora. I’m concerned that by the third page we are being too repetitive from things we’ve written before but that might just be my projected fear on the subject. Still I’m willing to move through this. The original mama’s girl the myth of Kore. Her emotional intelligence cut its teeth on the mother-daughter dynamic which is loaded. Page four: we are talking about mutable-earth and the power to mold and conform. Prone to victim mentality, especially in sibling context. Being Svengali’d, developing a Wendy complex. Page five: mind body connection, the spica…anyway I managed to get through page eight but I’m not quite sure how it’s going to go in the end the chapter bits might actually end up being for pages total which would make the whole thing thirteen pages; but I’m thinking maybe the last page can mainly be about action items (either as part of the main text or in sidebars, we would represent the Rxs. Maybe we need to say Rx in the proposal proeper. Lots to chew on actually. We will see what we will see. I feel obliged (as I often do) to make this longer than it needs be. But I will tell you this: we are definitely in process, and so we should be. I miss my grandmother. That is a very specific feeling I rarely experience. I wonder why she is hitting me right now. I don’t even get visitations from my mother let alone hers. It’s just one of those things I guess. WE are about to start zeroing in on what is what in the book world. I will be interested to find out one way or ahnother. BH seems to sail through his experience, attacking/attaching to the people I know. I’m going to stop.

 

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Just Keeps Rolling Along

Scorpio 0° (October 23)

 

Awoke in the night and was up until you know who did one of her famous sleep spells. I’m telling you–they work. And I had this series of vignettes of vividly dreamy sleep. S. was talking to our friend in Switzerland and I saw I had a text message on my phone but I didn’t have my glasses on and when I went down stairs, I could see lights on in the basement through the cracks in the steps. And then someone called my name of course it was J. with the fire inspector barking directives. They were there to inspect the new furnace and talk about other stuff. Can we come up? Sure (I’m in my pajamas) but sure. Anyway after they left I saw J. had texted just half an hour before; meaning at seven thirty to say he’s coming at eight. Thanks for the warning pals. Really it wasn’t a big deal but it’s just funny what things people feel comfortable doing or don’t. I couldn’t be that cavalier about someone else’s private morning time; but thankfully we do keep modified farmers hours. I did manage to get a bit of work done which was good and then I got to that place that one often does in writing (non-fiction anyway) where you could line up all the various points still needing hitting in so many different ways, all the while a whole set of other points are flashing in your brain while, as you type, their are even newer points that just follow from the previous sentence which you have to put down. It is definitely the cluster fuck moment in this process where I will have to step away in order to gain some perspective. Anyway we have a client today, and one tomorrow too, so I’m not going to try and overdo it, really, until Friday when (and I will!) I bring it all home. I felt completely stressed out earlier—bodily—and now I feel so drastically the opposite, like I’m going to float out of my body. I’m not really sure what it is. Osteoporosis? Happiness? That was just an old 30 Rock joke. Boy could I ever use a show like that to laugh at now in my life. The world first became humorous and now it has become dangerous all because of the Mango in the Maga. I really truly want to see him pay for everything he has done. Why is nobody calling him a war criminal on top of everything else—human trafficker, drug addict, money launderer, rapist, thief, how many more negative Gemini iterations can one think of here? New paragraph:

I am literally giving myself five minutes to figure out what next I want and need to say. The enormity of what I’m dealing with professionally would make anyone else’s head spin until it twisted clear off. I am going to look up barley water. I am going to search for a certain someone I know who was arrested in Florida because when folks are arrested in Florida it is made known (usually) unless you have ways around that which I doubt most people do. Sure enough there he was. I truly doubt those who would be impacted by this are aware of the visibility of this arrest. I suppose one should let the chips fall where they may. I will have to send Jen and Ian regrets as we are definitely not going to make it to Provincia next week. I will be achieving my goal today without fail. I must make this work even though I am beside myself with a certain brand of distraction. I have to just get rid of it and keep moving I have pages and pages to get through and I will do a timed writing of half an hour on this here today to plow through the mountain, I know what that refers to specficially. The son of Tony Randall made this amazing video plea for funds for his film. I will likely give a little something to the cause. He is at Wesleyan. He seems very smart and very cool and very confident which makes me happy. In many ways it must have been difficult growing up knowing you had an elderly papa who didn’t last to see his children grow. At the same time T. offered so many opportunities and would have passed in the knowledge that he finally had progeny and that makes me very happy indeed.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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