Prophetess
I have maintained a steady fascination with astrology since very early
childhood (having a much older brother and sister always helps with getting
into things like new age hippiestuff, paranormal-based radio talkshow, and
The Clash at a young age). Even, in third grade, I did a class report on
astrology, complete with five four-foot tagboard posters that outlined the
Zodiac, the phases of the constellations and moon, and the historical
significance behind the signs and houses. I loved doing it, but I think it
did not go over very well with the teacher of the Science class for which it
was prepared.
Nine years ago, well before it was hip, I taught myself to read the Tarot.
The Tarot fascinated me even more than did astrology, because of the myths
and stories behind each card, the deconstruction possible through
interpreting the pictures, and the ways of reading the cards in reference to
each other and in reference to the person whose cards I was reading. It
also struck me as a very feminist witch-like thing to do, and I was pretty
good at it, to (pointy-toed) boot. For about 7 years I maintained a habit
of semi-regular card reading, for myself and for others who asked me to,
when I was curious enough about them in order to want to spend the time to
read their cards.
Until about a year or two ago, that is, when I suddenly stopped.
I might have stopped because all of a sudden my life seemed too "busy" -- I
was working 90 hour weeks, sleeping in my office regularly, and relishing
with desperate verve the time I spent being social ... very social. And
nowadays, I haven't really met anyone that has so intrigued and compelled me
that I have felt that urge to reach for my cards (like I have done in the
past), and I don't seem to have any monumental decisions to make. (Should I go back to law? Well, it is not that easy if I decided to,
which I have, in part. Should I write for this magazine or that magazine?
Well, I will publish in almost any magazine that offers me a decent
assignment and a reasonable paycheck for the work. Should I choose person A
or person B? It is not a matter of my choosing. The biggest decisions
lately for me seem to be, should I order Chinese or walk in the rain to
Safeway, or should I go skating with the funhouse or to lesbian bars with
Christine's new roommate. (I chose skating)) When I ask others for
advice, they tell me -- always -- that I am on the right path; doing the
right thing. But what am I doing?
I want to read the cards again; I will, soon. In the meanwhile, my two
latest horoscopes, written by my favorite astrologist, Rob Brezsny, for his syndicated
column published in the San Francisco Weekly, articulated my deepest fears
and fantasies. Today, for the first time in a while, I am going to believe
that Rob did not write tongue-in-cheek, and that he did not write for the 8
or so percent of the population who is Aries, but rather, he wrote for me,
and wrote in earnest.
Allow me to indulge myself. Thanks.
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Week of
December 19, 1996
ARIES (March 21-April 19)
If you'll ever in this life get your
picture in the newspaper, it'll
probably be because of the heroic
(or at least notorious) feats you
pull off in 1997. On a darker note,
if you ever in this life end up howling with vindication
as you drive
your adversary's face into the mud
with your boot, it'll also be in 1997.
In conclusion, Aries, it's likely to
be a year in which you score so
many strident, unusual successes
that by January, 1998 you may
have to get to know yourself all
over again. |
Week of
December 26, 1996
ARIES (March 21-April 19)
Seismologists were recently intrigued to discover the existence of
slow-motion earthquakes. Unlike
the fast, powerful jolts of conventional temblors, this
pokey variety
can take days to unfold and never
send plates flying off a single shelf.
Of course I wasn't surprised in the
least to learn this news, since for
months I've been visualizing your
year ahead as a kind of slow-motion earthquake. The
energy release will be spectacular. The realignment of forces will be epic.
And yet it should all happen with
virtually no trauma or damage.
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