Hannah S-Q askes regarding the last Kathy blog:

“So I’m curious, is it fairly universal that Sag is “worldly” and this applies to cuisine?”

Hannah, yes. One way or the other, Sagittarius is “international” and having four planets and her north node in the sigh, Kathy is a super specimen. She is also offline with a broken computer so how about we talk about her?

Kathy’s Sadge is in the 3rd house (languages) so this is where her linguistic abilities come in. Because besides the Asian restaurants, I have heard her speak Greek to the Greeks and Spanish to Mexicans…you get the picture. This girl can communicate.

Further, she’s a Virgo rising, so Mercury (communication) rules the chart and her Mercury is in Sagittarius in the 3rd, so you can see how it would be virtually impossible for Kathy to be bumbling on this front. The woman knows a lot, about a lot and that is all there is to it.

Now what kills me is wherever we go and what ever we eat, Kathy invariably claims it’s her “home food”. “This is my home food,” she says about Thai. “This is my home food,” she says about Greek. “This is home food,” she says about soup. Even my beloved carnitas are “home food” to Kathy, even though she is least familiar with Mexican food. And she said this so much I started to tease her.

“This is your home food, that is your home food! Everything we ever eat is your home food! Let’s face it, Kathy. The whole world is your home…”

I dialed her this morning..

Briiiiinnnnnnng! Briiiinnng!

“Kathy, it’s me. Where are we going?”

She’s in her car on her cell phone…where else would she be with a chart like that? “I wanted to try this east African place…”

“Okay, then. Where is it?”

So here’s the thing: Pretty soon, Jupiter will leave Scorpio for Sagittarius and I will be watching Kathy intently. I want to see the expanded, expand, you know? And you guys can track her too, because you know I’m going to be writing…

So what about you? Got any sadge friends? Tell us about them!

Talkin’ to Kathy, we’re on the phone:

“Okay then, Sunday,” I said. “We’ll meet. You figure it out. Get your boy part fired up and figure out where we’re going.”

“I will! I’m proud of my boy side,” she said.

“Well, yeah.”

“I’m very proud of my boy side,” she said emphatically.

“Well I guess you should be. Just think about it, Kathy. Just think of those women who have no contact with their boy side. Can you imagine the horrible life?”

“Nooooo. No I can’t.”

“I can’t either. Better to have some boy in you, like us!”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, so I’ll see ya.”

“Yep. See ya.”

*click

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And on the Mars Mercury conjunction front - we both have this in our chart, we were eating Vietnamese and the place was packed. Kathy said she was taking me on a tour of Southeast Asia and it kills me because she’s got a million planets in Sadge in the 3rd house (communication) and everywhere we go, she can speak the language. Me? Well I just smile prettily and ask for a fork!

But anyway, this place was packed. Pho 79! And I don’t remember what I said, but it must have been filthy because her eyes opened wide.

“Could you say that any louder?” she asked, leaning towards me over the table. Before I could compute what she said, she added, “You could! You could say that louder. Don’t! Don’t,” she implored.

Realizing she was trying to get my attention, I put my fork down. “What?” I asked all baffled.

She just looked at me. A couple seconds later the whole thing registered. “Oh, I was loud. Was I loud?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Sorry.”

“No problem.”

“No problem? Okay, good,” I said, having a quick look around to see the people who might have heard whatever it was I said. “So what were we saying again?” I asked.

On that we both cracked up, and then she went back to her tripe and me to my…big ol bowl of…of….stuff! Pho or 79, I have no idea what they you call it. Kathy and the waiter ordered it for me, you know. I’m from the desert.

So last night, we met for dinner. Thai food, which is “home” for Kathy.

“Well, you definitely act just like a man,” I said. “It amazes me. Going out with you is just like going out with a man. A good man, though.”

“How’s that, Elsie?” she said with her Kathy-grin.

I clenched my fists in a body builder pose and mimicked her voice. “You’re comin’ with me, Elsie! I’m takin’ you out!” I barked. “We’re goin’ somewhere!”

She roared.

“And you called me today,” I said. “Like setting up a date. Are we still going out, you asked. Well yeah, I said. And you said, Okay! I’ll call you back and tell you where we going.”

We both laughed.

“But it’s not like you’re a lousy man. You’re a good one. Thoughtful. Unless you think of somewhere you want to go, you said. See? I can have a vote. If there is somewhere I want to go, that’s fine, but otherwise you’re going to take care of this. And I am going to let you! Because from my perspective, why bother? You’ve got this hard-on so I may as well relax and let you do your thing.”

She roars. “I have a hard-on?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. And we get in here (the restaurant) and what do you do? “Let me help you order, Elsie. Let me do this for you. And I’m sitting over here, thinking what the fuck? So you order. And I let you. Go ahead, Kathy. Figure it out. Fix me up. And I just sit here…”

She laughs her ass off.

“And believe me, if I were sitting here with anyone but you, I would order my own food, you know. I know how to order food, Kathy…”

She banged the table with her hand and laid her head down, choking on her laughter, so I moved in for the kill.

“And what about outside? We meet in the parking lot and what did you say?”

“What?” she asked, poised to laugh at herself.

I raised my voice to a Kathy-squeal. “Oh, Elsie!” I said screechingly. “Look at your toes! You painted your toes red,” I said.

She snorted.

“Just like a man! Don’t you know that’s what men do? It is! When they’re on a date, they always find something about you. The ones that get laid do, anyway. They find something to like about your appearance and they say something. Oh honey! Your hair looks so good. Is that a new broach?”

At this point, she’s got her head laying on the table, heaving with laughter. Her whole body is convulsing. Mine too.

“They try to notice something about your appearance. They act just like you. So anyway, Kathy, yes. As far as I am concerned, you’re a man…”

After dinner, she orders dessert and proceeds to wolf it down.

Being girlish, I defer as if thinking, “Dessert? Who me? No, thanks. Everyone knows it goes straight to your hips…”

The End

I went out with Kathy the boy-girl last night and she is starting to see that she really is like a man. From my perspective this is! And with her third house (Gemini) packed with Sagittarius, what could possibly be more “interesting” than a different perspective?

So anyway, all that Sadge is yang, as is the 3rd house. But she also has a Leo Moon (yang) in the 11th house (yang). So you can see she is over the top on this front and in contrast to me - A super yin type, save my Mars Mercury conjunction which will definitely cuss you out and perhaps beat up your car with a bat, if sufficiently provoked.

Now I don’t think either of us would act so near our respective poles with other people. For example, if Kathy was with someone with more of a yang nature, you would probably see more of her yin side and vice versa with me. But as it is, when you put us together…well it’s just extreme. And she doesn’t see it, though she’s beginning to. Mostly because she constantly shocks me with her raging hard-on behavior and I simply have to comment. The first time I mentioned this was a couple weeks ago. We were on the phone.

“You’re such a man, Kathy. Jesus.”

She roared. “Oh Elsie, what do you mean? I’m not a man,” she said.

Being yin, I let it drop. But three minutes later, we were discussing the message board where I posted, which led her to my blog, which led her to contact me for a consultation. And it turns out she was in contact with another woman from that board…

“Yeah!” she said. “She’s jealous!”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah! Because we’re friends,” she said boastfully. “Because I live here and she doesn’t! I’m hanging out with you. We’re hanging out!”

I didn’t answer. I was just amazed.

“And I told her, that’s right! She’s mine!” she said all aggressively. She was shouting. “Elsie’s mine! I got her! I got her and you didn’t! So there!”

I snorted. Got me? What am I? Kathy’s conquest? Here I am, a notch on Kathy’s belt and who knew?

I laughed but I didn’t say why. Figured I’d clue her in later.

To be continued…

And what about you? Yin or Yang or both?

~ skip to part two

Dear Heal,

Yes I have ideas. I think you should go about fixing your marriage, sideways. Indirectly. And this is not some kind of trick, or psychology; it’s your chart, talking.

See, you have all this focus on your relationship. First it’s you that’s the problem, then it’s him… now it’s you, and I think you’re just really lost. The dark feelings are real of course, but they have little to do with him. It’s like being bitchy for three years, five years, four months or whatever. What’s that got to do with someone outside yourself? Nothing. It means you’re an unhappy son-of-a-bitch and nothing more. And why is that?

Well, you’re unhappy because you are not fulfilling your destiny on this planet. And I am thinking if you can forget about your husband for a second and get yourself busy manifesting your own identity, it will have a positive effect all the way around.

So how about I tell you about you? Your whole chart is tied up in the 3rd, 9th and 12th houses, with the emphasis on the 12th. People with a packed 12th house learn they must serve or suffer. So who are you serving?

Judging from your post, this is a foreign concept to you and that’s not a criticism. Do you see what I am trying to do? I am trying to refocus you in a direction that is authentic. Because if I can do that, the problems with your partner will begin to solve themselves. This is a universal law! When you hit the right path, support is there. When you’re flailing like this, it’s a problem.

So the 9th house is about your beliefs. It’s about exposing yourself to a variety of people in order to expand. What do you believe, anyway? What are your ideals?

And the 3rd house is about your ideas. What do you think? What do you think (3rd house) about what is going on internationally (9th house) and how does it make you feel (12th house)? This is where your focus belongs. And yes you are intense, but so? We need intense people in this world. You can channel that into anything you want!

But I’m trying to tell you that you are wasting your life worrying about your husband. He’s not your gig! Are you a Libra? You’re not! And I promise you if you better align yourself with these much larger principles, if you will get out and live in the bigger world, you will see improvement on all fronts that is beyond your wildest hope.

Start here -> WHO AM I SUPPOSED TO BE?
Not here -> What happened in 1974?

Good luck.

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