I don't have to do my research Indy, I lived through it. When Damish Hospital basically evicted its patients because their Federal funding was cut, we had a crowd of Building-babblers, Invisible-rugby players, and the ever-popular Sidewalk-Catatonic.
Don't know where you were at. Probably laughing all the way to the bank.
He didn't send any of our MI's to another country, just made them refugees within their own. Cut all funding for mental health. What do you get? Crazy homeless people.
In order to do that we'd have to make crime...crime again. You know. Toss murderers on the street to make room for a guy who got busted with an 8-ball of coke. That's real smart. A few people will die, but damn we got our dangerous drug-user behind bars now.
I don't think there's any such thing as a weak sign. I've seen some very weak natal charts from heavy planetary squares, but I think weakness is more a factor of aspect than it is any one sign.
I don't think there's any such thing as a weak sign. I've seen some very weak natal charts from heavy planetary squares, but I think weakness is more a factor of aspect than it is any one sign.
Well, its not the same thing really, unless you're talking about Vedic Astrology. Chinese Astrology is based on a cycle of terrestrial transits through a twelve year cycle. This describes different demographics within generations. To look at Occidental Astrology, which is largely lunar and solar based, you have to look at the positions of the outer planets to describe generational functions.
There's no professional astrologer alive who would even suggest you take their advice as gospel. They'd be the first to admit that all they can tell you about is potentials.
I'm not big on the predictive aspects of astrology because of this. But the personality profile it affords from a natal chart is invaluable in my opinion.
Lauren had missed a bit of fine print: “WARNING: To be taken in small droughts over the period of a lunar year. Anything more will Inspire the Accursed Berserker nature dormant in every Elf.-Sir Jackal, Hide Academy.” This went a long way toward explaining the state of Lauren’s sanity. Or lack thereof. Not in ten thousand years had an elf been foolish enough to drink the potion described in one gulp. Another Berserker elf had been born. Or unleashed. The forest trembled in fear, knowing that the occurrence boded not well for any living thing. Or semi-living thing. Even the rocks were bit apprehensive, and they were known for being silent and stoic. A bellow was heard not far off, and the ground shook...not from the heavy tread of a giant beast. The ground, as said before, was a bit more apprehensive than your typical igneous formations tended to be. The bedrock got out of bed and slunk toward the horizon, looking for another valley to lie in. Perhaps even another planet. Yes. Another planet would suit it just fine...
It was spring in Faerie; magical allergies, along with certain fevers, were in the air. Some of these ailments were associated with spring and some were of the more disgusting aspects of romance. Sylvan beings fell magically in and out of love in the space of so many heartbeats. Nature was pragmatic, and took whatever advantages it could in order to make sure her agenda of life and the requisite amount of suffering associated with living continued on schedule. Spring fever could be such a bother. Lauren Levaull had an allergy. He was allergic to matrimony, which is why he felt a rash coming on. His wedding day with Lady Albright loomed closer and closer. To say Lauren had cold feet about his up-coming magical day would make icebergs seem tropical in comparison. Arranged nuptials were a tired tradition among the elves, but being the traditional people they were, exhausted customs didn’t prevent the capturing of the newest generation in their elders’ lack of imagination. Lauren wasn’t by nature a rebel against such traditions, it was only that said elders never thought about the happiness of the individuals involved. All they cared about were dowries and getting the children the hell out from underfoot. Lauren resented this. He was already out from underfoot and was at a loss to explain why his parents had done this awful thing to him. He had his own tower in the woods and just wanted to be left alone. Marriage and rashes and uncontrolled sneezing had no place in his cozy little tower. Lady Albright and kin were not satisfied with this, nor were his own kin. The lady in question and her family weren’t trolls, but trolls would nevertheless be attracted to their cold, vituperative natures. His parents weren’t vicious, just cold and uncaring. He sighed. It wasn’t like they were unusual in this. Most elves were cold and uncaring. Most. Lauren didn’t understand why the Albright’s wanted anything to do with him anyway, other than the prestige of being tied to his family. As elves went, he wasn’t that old, nor was he particularly handsome. He was, in the words of one rival, a bit scrawny and somewhat shorter than average. This didn’t do much to inspire passion in your typical elvish maid. Something Lauren was trying to remedy. And not for the sake of Lady Albright. He had someone entirely different in mind... Lauren stood in his laboratory, poking with a forefinger at a beaker of mysterious potion. The potion mocked him with its silence. Beakers of fluid were not known for their oracular talents, but Lauren sought answers to his unhappiness in said silent brew anyway. The liquid stared wordlessly back at him, eyeless and triumphant. A bit smug in fact. “Sod it! Here goes nothing!” Lauren said to the self-satisfied purple liquid and quaffed the sour-smelling elixir in one gulp. Nothing obvious occurred, at least, right away. Lauren was beginning to think he’d done something wrong during the procedure when a doleful thrumming began inside his skull. His blue eyes bulged and he roared like an injured lion. He flew out of the lab, charged down the staircase of his tower two steps at a time and out into the surrounding woods. He shouted wordlessly as he exited, drawing his saber, looking wildly around for something to kill. Madness was in his eyes as he started dueling with an inert stand of sycamores. The trees scoffed at his ire, taking the beating stoically. Tiring quickly of such sedate foes, he charged into the depths of the enchanted woods known as the Hell Stumps... On the workbench, beside the retorts and alembics in the lab, was an ancient tome, the title of which to this day remains unimportant. It was open to a particular page. The top of the page bore the title: “The Inspiration of Passion In The Fairy Folk: An Alchemical Study On The Nature Of The Irrational”.
And that is why I don't totally agree that Cancer and Aquarius don't mix. They work great as friends. They don't work so well romantically. At least in my experience.
It's that language barrier thing. Lunatic and Betelguesian...
It's not about parties anymore. Its we the people, or we the sheeple. It would be nice for a politician to demonstrate more than bad rhetoric for business as usual. We're robbing you blind, don't worry, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
I understand where you're coming from, Jeff. Understand where I'm coming from.
If you were to see this sort of impatience reflected in the natal chart of a potential mate, would it not be an insight worth having about a person you may or may not intend to make a commitment to? I'm not intending this to mean that you should/would break off everything because "astrology" told you to, just that it might give you an understanding of that person's dynamic and be a source of acceptance for that particular personality trait?
I'll put it to you another way, Jeff. Knowing, via my natal chart, that I have a problem with impatience, may give me the tools to nullify the affect my impatience has in a relationship. Forewarned is forearmed.
Do I think Astrology can replace rational analysis, no. But it can give insight in how to minimize our own irrational tendencies. Is anything astrology has to say real? No. Not anymore than the raisin-muffin model of electron shells denotes that all atoms are, in fact, pastry. It's a tool, a metaphor, an analogy, and nothing more.
Hey, life is pretty complicated. I'm willing to look at anything that gives insight into how things work. Do I have to accept the findings of any particular tool as gospel? No. Do I have to take the word of a geiger counter that there is in fact a heavy source of beta particles in my vicinity? No. But I'd be a fool to completely disregard it because I can't see them.
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RE: Let's Play a Game
Spare ribs.