Venus in Scorpio explains quite a lot looking back on a life that at one time would have been very happy to greet age 50. One supposes all those brushes with death living an outlaw life were needed now to face down infamous world leaders to species suicide. Nonetheless, I remember my first stage acting role led to meeting several different characters. One young lady confided with no prompting that I was very good looking and reminded her of a movie just opening at the time. Cruising, starred Al Pacino and Karen Allen centering on an undercover cop chasing a vicious killer of homosexuals. Music of 1980 was far better than the film but the memory of her comments resonate today. A young beauty took time out of her lovely life to edify yours truly on the attractive male and what may lay ahead. She was of course right and now thanks to another Earth Goddess I know why all genders have attempted embarrassingly at times to take a wild pony ride on what was then a smoldering storm.
Stars prevented a swollen head but I was made to attract women for good reasons. Damn stars are also what I called unknowingly at the time my curse. All this sexual power attracting everything walking and unable to just jump in bed with everything. No, among other nuisances great powers that be sent the Poet here under 2 of The Royal Stars of Persia in significant aspect. A thin line of virtue protects this world from annihilation and it appears in retrospect from making a fool of myself with anything walking.
Higher thinking, dumb luck, protection of spiritual guides or angels, call it what you will but I survive to this point knowing considerable experience with the Source on this little planet. It is of course my experiential resume for this job. And, in this silly world championing ignorance we see assumption mistaken as actual thinking or true processing of information by the mind. One sees here among this spider web of interrelated blogs that I champion prostitution and assumption jumpers probably believe I have some personal experience with such ladies. Experience with Beauty of many shapes, shades, and maturity fulfills my destiny written by stars and planets. I champion free will and solutions bringing humanity back from the extinction abyss.
Parading my romantic life in public does not stroke this ego made for greater endeavors. Thoughts here hope to someday spark higher thinking in the proper direction as this cannot be forever a walk alone. Sexual love and sex do not describe identical events and humanity, those ignorant of the difference, soon understands a difference and such understanding alone lifts the species out of spiritual and consequently intellectual mud.
My spiritual father wondered about reincarnation and lately I wonder if it gets better in my next life. I can actually plan for it to some degree but my desires may not match higher powers controlling such delicate matters. As I now suffer lifted by love to empathic sensations with subjects of my poetry, I have to wonder if it gets better or look for meaning in my suffering. There is a type of peace knowing without doubt that the age of ignorance finally comes to a merciful end. One hopes a little peace of mind is enough through untold lifetimes watching it unfold slowly. What if I am given the same obstacles to overcome on a personal sense incarnating? What if I am not born to a rich Pagan family of Freethinkers? One believes today I write my future for tomorrow. Does such include the next lifetime?
I have mentioned ‘Utopia’ here a time or two. What does it mean? Utopia means an end to the working class for all intents and purposes. However, there are no shortcuts and humanity must do the work to get to Utopia on any level of being human and such is not always pretty. Pretense retards the human DNA code now and such a parasitic virus and those people spreading it shall burn away like so much ignorance surrounding she who seeks an abortion or a price for sexuality. There shall be no safe haven for monsters and their makers in a benevolent future.
Wondering, pondering, smoldering here wrapped in Scorpio sexuality fired by the Goddess of Love while sacred stars hold heavenly power over carnal desires linking Lords of Sagittarius I must hope it gets better. Hope and faith seem unusual words for outlaws and outcasts. Unusual times call for unusual men and women.
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