Mystical Lineage
Sure, you know and I know that astrology is dumb. I know that I am risking being labeled as a DBB* for even posting this. But I still go here and check compatibility with people I'm interested in, just for fun alright??? I'm not saying I run my life by it, or that I read the daily newspaper horoscopes (I think those are made up and shite, incidentally -- oh, the irony). It's just fun, kind of like people watching. Predicting what will and won't be true. So I'm nosy and interested in people's characteristics.
It's not my fault really. My mom kept a stack of books of all sorts, but namely Linda Goodman's Sun Signs and a whole bunch of cheaper offshoots lying around. She read them, analyzed everyone we knew according to them, from my youth to my middle age, and passed her knowledge on to me. I studied with the diligence of an acolyte.
As for my dad, not only had he listened to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon countless times and taken my sister and I on a "spiritual journey" in the car on the way to Six Flags (clouds of fragrant smoke were involved.... musta been incense), but he became deeply involved in other consciousness-raising activities later on. He was also a devotee of Edgar Cayce and advised me in his last letter on earth that we are all on a journey to pay karmic debt (which I sometimes think is true).
How could they help it, though? My mother was a Cancer and my father a Scorpio, and everyone knows water signs are mystical.
* -- Dumb Bitch Blogger
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"I've seen the needle and the damage done/A little part of it in everyone/But every junkie's like a setting sun..."
-- N. Young
Comments
So far be it from me to criticize any belief system that anyone else has.
Of course, my job is so boring I would read Mein Kampf if I could find it for free on the Internet.
"'Mind you, I am not sure that we have a drawing room, but we pretend we have, and it's all the same. Hoop la!'
"He went off dancing....and they all cried 'Hoop la!' and danced after him, searching for the drawing room; and I forget whether they found it, but at any rate they found corners, and they all fitted in."
And that pretty much summed me and someone I knew at the time so well it was freaky.
I'm...uh...subscribed to five horoscopes. Oddly, The Onion's seems to be closest to what goes on in my week.
And I'm a Cancer. Act like it, too. I guess. Mrs. Wiggy is a Pisces. We get along great! But I hate seafood.