Inspiration comes from within and adapt to any label. When an idea comes up, it instantly becomes a belief, a lifestyle, a mission to accomplish. In its journey it never encounters the representation of judgment, it lives and grows without having to con-form. It runs rapidly without a shape and without cumbersome companies. Your idea is exactly like you are, free, autonomous, stubborn, solitary and obstinate, it disdains prejudice, despises cowardice, and self-recharges, because no one can keep up with you. Your idea is revolutionary and demands a transformation of the heart, that in June will to find peace with difficulty.
Mars, the planet of unrestrained power and explosive action, transitions into Cancer, the symbol of a receptive, passive femininity that only knows the force of Love. Magazine astrology describes Mars in Cancer as weak, defenseless, childish and little, as if Water, the element of the sign, would extinguish the natural fire of the red planet’s combative nature. This is, however, a superficial analysis. The position of Mars in Cancer is found in individuals driven by love and precisely into love they channel their active and throbbing energies. Mars in Cancer is super sensuous, erotic, good-looking and generous. Eager, passionate, deep. And must not be undervalued in terms of strength and courage, because this Mars can draw directly on unconsciousness (Cancer), on waters that have an endless and unexpected potential.
A new wind is blowing, a mixture of summer and spring, of memories and hopes, or faraway and close things. You are not always excited by newness, in particular if you have been sitting pretty on the throne of the Reign you have been constructing with care and so much hard work. But some new things cannot be renounced, and require acts of courage and demonstrations of strength that, all in all, speak your same language. Those who believe the wind, at the end of the day, will always blow in the same direction, need to remember that the absence of wind is even more unbearable. “Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.… And yet, I say again, and swear it now, that there's something all glorious and gracious in the wind.” (from Moby Dick)
Mars in opposition. Slippery terrains, holes that show the soft matter, the vital nourishment, the deepest motives. In your tone of voice that raises one time too many, one may see your impatience combined with tiredness, since you have accepted certain conditions for far too long. You are eager to make a clean sweep, you have no time to waste persuading the stubborn. So far resistance prevailed, turning screaming into muttering and lastly into silence. Such centripetal action, for some may not be enough, from now on, bringing drastically changed scenarios, unpredictable outcomes and long walks in the woods, planning a decidedly different future.
Rest on your head a wreath of mirth and roses, embrace a small harp and serenely tell us about your day. The more inspired may even start singing a song dedicated to the Earth, to Nature and to Love. You are the muse of singing, or erotic and love poetry. Erastus is your name, deriving from Eros, if by chance you forgot how strong is the charm you emanate. Beauty, desire and sensuousness. You have them inside, and generate them in those who look at you, enchanted by your deep and intriguing voice, that never loses an ounce of simple and straightforward honesty.
“When they told him it was time to leave his stuff behind, and focus only on the soul, he went out in the courtyards like a fury, killing his ducks and turkeys with a stick, shouting: ‘Stuff of mine, come with me!’.” This is the right moment to take care of your soul, with philosophy or good practice, both physically and spiritually. Today’s questions are different, crucial for some, and there is no logical, fulfilling answer. The ducks, the turkeys, stuff in general, has become a hindrance, a restraint, a burden. Clean up the filters and facilitate the discharge of all that is superfluous, so that the soul may feel better.
“The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite.” It all looks like that fulfilling vision of the sea after an endless walk amidst rocks and bushes, where the view is obstructed by the branches and the altitude, by uncomfortable angles and sand in the eyes. Just around the corner, after dodging the last heap of crying leaves, appears a vision of the infinite, together with that familiar sound that, you now realize, you had never really listened to. It has always been there, a step away. Now you can dive in.
“I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June. . . If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that, for that, I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!” You and your image get along well recently. Your image appreciates those moment of neglect you concede it while you take advantage of its credibility and the ability to stand alone. There is no clash between the inside and the outside, neither that exaggerated and binding harmony, Mars’ quadrature can be dealt with gently, with all due caution emotionally wise and with the courage of a request that was never made.
“’I think,' said Anna, playing with the glove she had taken off, 'I think … if so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love”. What kind of love is yours? An irresistible force, the one we call ‘love at first sight’, that burns and ends after exhausting all its energies? Or a project for life with the aim of creating a peaceful place with all the basic necessities? Or is it the unexplainable, unreachable, unnamable, unfeasible idea of man, who, seized by a sudden sense of solitude, looks for a soul to share his feeling of inadequacy? Maybe it’s better not to define this love at all, since everyone is talking about it, but very few really know it.
“Every ghost, every artistic creature, in order to be, must be accompanied by their drama, a drama they are the leading character of. Drama is the reason why a character exists; its vital function: necessary to exist.” The peculiar feature of your own drama lies in its being utterly authentic, visceral, structural and, at the same time, in the fact it is never brought to the stage. One may perceive it superficially in an involuntary movement of an eyebrow or the lips, but an ordinary man will not be able to appreciate its depth. Also when drama coincides with love you do not react with exaggerated hysteria, but with natural strength, stubborn resistance and an infallible strategy.
It is not always true that you are the eternal unsettled, the masters of everything and nothing, the philosophers of the unfinished or broken into countless pieces. You do not lack the idea of unity, as they want you to believe. You are One thing with your relentless movement, in conversations, that may include a thousand topics, a thousand words, yet express a clear point of view. You are One with your intuitions, that you have following since you were a kid, and for which you have fought countless times. In this endless wandering of the body and the mind, you lose old pieces and pick up new ones, and what is sure is that you never lose yourselves, deep down, hooked in history to that fine thread of images that change their shape but not their substance. Indivisible.
“Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask: the heaven above ....”. If there is someone in the whole Zodiac that brings together Heaven and Earth, it is definitely you. Pragmatic, concrete and productive, you get your feet off the ground only to go windsurfing. Philosophical, spiritual and idealist, you like to walk on clouds. It looks like you do not need anything along this eternal path between Heaven and Earth, hand in hand with destiny, gliding on silent and brave fatalism, but a few well-considered actions, to make your life easier, would not be that bad.
You are in excellent shape. It is always fascinating to observe the moment you decide to come out and face the world. The little self-effacing, shy, pretty animals change their face and take on a human– or extraterrestrial – form, very confident about what they have to say, who they want to be with and where they are going to. The candor and purity are safe and still at the core of everything. There is no risk for your soul to become spoilt with disharmonies and vulgarity. Yours is a stream that flows naturally. Caressing all the curves and never overflowing from its banks. It’s clear and changes temperature with the Sun. Your picnic friends are ecstatic, enchanted by your power, freshness, delicate flowing, as a deep mirror for the soul of whoever stops and look at you.
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