Instead of giving a cut and dry
forecast today with planetary aspects and Moon placements, I thought
I'd share a snippet of an actual conversation I had last night in
order to give you a sneak peak as to what you may experience.
A fish, a fish and a fish swim up to the bar....
“I don't understand why he walks
so slowly into the room. Like he is wading through quicksand. He doesn't look at anything or anyone. Hands
down. Arms down. Like he is in his own little world.”
“He does it like that because he's a Fish.”
“What?”
“Yeah. He's a fish. A Fish feels
its way through the water. Fish can see. Some of them may even be able
to hear. They can taste. But, they get most of their information from
the water they are swimming in...temperature, degree of movement or
swiftness, amount of penetrating light.”
“I still don't get it.”
“He enters the room slowly because
he is testing the water. He has no idea what mood the people in the
room are in before he enters. He's been secluded deep under the water
before bubbling up in the hallway. He doesn't know if everyone is
getting along or fighting or being funny. So, he stills himself physically while
he slowly moves the water minimizing his own impact on it while gauging what he is wading into. Notice the next
time he comes through, he won't say a word to anyone. But, he has his
sensors (like octopus tentacles or those little antennae like things
on shrimp) ahead, behind, above, below and beside him in the water as he feels
things out all around him. If you talk to him, he responds to you in a
way that reflects your current tone...like you've just touched the
water with your words and created a ripple and he sends that ripple
back to you.”
“You know what. That's a crazy way
to look at it. But, I think it's a pretty good analogy.”
“Well, he IS a Fish! I'm not
making an analogy. I'm trying to tell you what he is and explain how
Fish operate. No apples to apples or to oranges...Fish to Fish. Filet
o' Fish. Fish on a stick. Tartar sauce with or without?”
“How did you come up with that
part? Why a Fish?”
“He is a Pisces. Pisces' symbol is
two fish. One Fish swims near the surface of the water and the other
swims waaaay below the surface. People with lots of Pisces, live in
both these worlds at the same time. There is the one life that is
near the surface that is visible to the world. But, there is this
rich, deep, fantastical (subjectively to the particular Fish, of
course),alluring, mysterious, magical, addicting, elusively hidden inner world that non-fish would probably never
suspect existed. Some Fish spend equal time in each place. Above a little and below a little. Balanced Fish. Some
cannot distinguish between the two realities. And, still, there is even a
percentage that stay submerged as much as possible. When these last types of fish are forced
to surface, they find that reality is so painful, loud and bright to them compared
to the dark, still, safe waters of the deep that will do anything to
escape back into that place.
“Ok. I know this sounds crazy but,
that sounds just like him!”
“Well, I've no room to talk. I'm a
Fish, too. We can kind of recognize one another that way.”
“I was kind of suspecting that you
might be Fishy but didn't want to say.”
“I appreciate your reticence but
PFFT, as if YOU are immune! Right now you are under Fish rule. You
may not be a Fish all the time, but you certainly are an honorary
fish for quite some time.”
“How am I a Fish? I thought I was
an Ox.”
“You ARE an Ox. But, Neptune, the
King of the Fishes, has cast two temporary spells upon you. The first
spell is specifically directed at you but everyone who lives long
enough falls prey to it eventually. Right at your age or thereabout.
And, PLUS, the King of the Fishes has cast a spell upon the WHOLE WORLD
(which includes you again) and taken over temporary leadership
without anybody even realizing it because...they are Fished out. The entire world is his watery kingdom and we are his
finned royal servants.”
“So...we are all Fish?”
“Well, Scales and Fins are IN right now. Its not a long term fashion trend but everybody's sporting it these days. Comes in all sizes and colors. BUT, even the Fishes who ARE Fishes all the time are
particularly Fishy right now. It is raining Fish. We are having our
coffee with the starfish. We are leaping waves with dolphins. We are
bubbling up for a peak at the surface and then back down
to....wherever that is. Fish are used to this. But, people who are
just being granted honorary Gills are floundering—pun intended. Some don't even
know how to swim! You are kind of lucky to have that personal spell
from Neptune going on right now because Oxen don't swim well, I don't think. I'm sure it
is helping you instead of hindering you. Or, at least it doesn't hurt. Or, you wouldn't be able to feel it if it DID hurt.”
“Whatever. Oxen can swim! We would have won the
Chinese Astrology race if it weren't for that sneaky Rat riding on
stowaway on our head. We swim fine! Just try and stop us.”
(as a side note, under Fish Rule, Oxen become Sea Cows)
“I'm just saying. We are all Fish.
One Fish. Two Fish. Red Fish. Blue Fish. Chicken of the Sea. Minnows.
Sharks. Whales. makes an attempt at making underwater blooping
noises and sounds surprisingly realistic HA! SEE!?”
“Everybody?”
“Everybody.”
“Marcus?”
“Yeah, but he's one of those below
the surface Fish at the moment and he will eventually turn back into
whatever large gangly bird he typically is”
“Mikey?”
“Are you serious? He may be his
own school of Fish.”
“Brayden?”
“Tadpole”
“Christian”
“Baby Orca”
“Krick?”
“I'm surprised she can speak
outside of dolphin clicks and whistles”
“Angie?”
“Well, she's swimming with the
Sharks but probably has less Fish Fetish than most. But..right now.
Still a Fish.”
(These are our family members by the
way.)
“I'm not even going to ask about
Allie.”
“AAAHHHAAAHA! Her name badge at
the Fish social mixer says, 'Captain Nemo!' She's at least 20,000
Leagues Under.”
“Ok. So we are all Fish, I guess. What do we do now?”
“Uh. Duh. Just keep swimming. Just
keep swimming.”
(this is the short daily blog that will not end...it just goes on and on my friends...)
This conversation occurred at about 3
AM Saturday morning. You know, that time of the night that is not
really night and not really day? That time of night that feels a lot
like what Limbo must feel like...real but unreal. Our brains were
working...running even! Imaginations were..uh..peaking. But, we
weren't angry or anxious about being awake. It's like the “heat”
or, the inclination toward anger, bitterness, passive-aggressiveness
and competitiveness has been taken out of my immediate relationships
right now. Minds are busy—or waking up--- but bodies are not making
any swift moves and don't seem to be in a much of a hurry to get
anywhere. Our very selves and our emotions are drained, drifty,
hallucinating (or something close to it), sleep walking, sleep
talking, over stimulated past the point of exhaustion to a degree
that we no longer have (or desire) conscious control of where our
thoughts go. The body's numb. But the brain is running circles and
circles trying to piece together the results of their recent reverse
experimentation and anxious to talk about the findings. But, since we
are all floating in the ocean, it really is hard to say how or where
those discussions/thought processes will lead. There is nobody really
“with it” enough right now to be supervising themselves let alone
directing YOU. You could start talking about parenting issues and end
up talking about global land walking Fish and use Dr. Seuss and
Pixxar quotes as advice. You could sit down to do your taxes and end
up making a few pan of brownies instead. You might go for a walk and
stop in the middle of the road at one point wondering why you don't
remember the apparent 3 miles you just wandered from your house.
Long-term...incoming waves...changing of the tide and the guard and your neighbor's house numbers for fun...
Time speeds up, revving its engine to
the future. The future, itself, Jupiter is preparing to shift to
forward gears. But, we are physically slooooooooowing doooooooooown and feel a
whole lot like dreaming about our agendas rather than actually
advancing toward them. Prepare for Warp Speed, Captain.
Ambition? Who? Isn't that
prescription only? I am enjoying this exhibit though. Who was the
artist again? Nice music playing on the overhead too. Gentle..and
I...wait, where are we? Look, I can blow bubbles underwater and not let go of my nose!
I'm 99.99% sure that MANY people (once
the Sun moves into Aries) are going to stop in the middle of doing
something or dreaming about doing something and all of a sudden feel
like they have just washed ashore.
Beached.
How did I get here? Where
did the time go? What the crap just happened? It's raining Fish! Hallelujah, it's raining Fish!Why is that soccer ball
smiling at me? What. Is. That. Smell?
In the meantime, maybe this Fish dream
(which will ebb and flow throughout Pisces season with small periods of LAND
HO! Before we are thrust back out on the seas) will teach us about
being a little more gentle, compassionate, understanding, forgiving
and accepting (all positive Fish Tales). Then, when the jolt and wake up calls of Aries
(With its ruler still withdrawing heat---Mars RX-- AND in detriment) season
wakes us up and yet, though disoriented, we find ourselves less than
inclined to fight and compete with each other, more willing to work
together even if our goals are different, I help you, you help me and down the drain we go with a freshly scaled and
archived Fish Memory of the things we learned about compassion,
empathy, acceptance and forgiveness....MAYBE, just MAYBE we will take
the harsher edged spring energy and use that super power for the good (OF
ALL) and not evil. Maybe we just don't feel like fighting and would
rather institute change by actually adapting our own behavior to
model the changes we would like to see...instead of arguing over why
it isn't fair to everyone and therefore not acceptable. Maybe we will
realize that “fair” is just as subjective as our internalized
fantasies and it's just easier to be nice and help each other and take
care of who we love instead of what we think and say we love. Maybe I
will make Tuna Salad for lunch.
So. You are at the beginning of the
reign/rain of the King of the Fish now. X marks the spot. You are
here.
Wait...where are you going!
Hey! You are floating away!
Wow...look a squirrel. You know, I've
always wondered what the color fuscia tastes like. I bet it's like
cotton candy. What do you think?
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