“I saw her interviewed,” I told a pal. “She was nauseating,” I said. “Jeez, she’s like 50 something and still going on about her affair (with a fellow star) when she was 20. I bet that guy is sorry he ever got near that woman. Who know she’d still be going on TV, 30 years after the fact lamenting the loss of her love and her broken heart. It was sickening.”

She laughed.

“But men like her that’s for sure. The man I was with said I was just jealous when I complained about her. Yeah, she is tall and blond and skinny and he thinks every woman wants to be tall and blond and skinny. I thought it was ridiculous.”
Continue reading Your Moon, Your Roots, Your Culture: Boasting Italian

This came up in a consultation…

When I decided to include my sister in the Clearcut Astrology crew, I explained if we used her name, people would search her out and contact her. I let her know I had about a gabillion enemies and the lengths some of them go to to mess me up.

For example, one of the obsessed comments on other astrologer’s blogs using various screen names. They flatter the astrologer and appear clueless and fawning in order to groom them for future operations that target me. Others have contacted satori, tried to befriend her in order to extract personal information about me… you get the idea.
Continue reading Astrology And The Moon: Family Bonding And The Power Of The Feminine - “You can’t turn blood on blood.”

I’ve spent most of the day contemplating patterns and rules of relating that are deeply rooted. The subject is too vast for me to contain and communicate but I’m going to try to get something (coherent) up here. I wound up thinking of this in terms of different cultures and I started with my own…

When Italy was hit with their earthquake, the US government donated $50,000. I could barely believe my eyes when I read the story - such an insult!
Continue reading The Roots and Rules Of Your Culture

Today a gal I know discovered the deep root of her pathology and along with it and as an aside she uncovered the origin of the behavior of some of the other people in her life.

For example she could look back at her first marriage and see they she was doing one thing for one reason and her husband was doing another thing for another reason.
Continue reading Are Some Behaviors So Deeply Rooted A Person Is Powerless to Change Them?

A man writes:

I love women. I love all kinds of women. I’m not the type to limit myself to just blondes or chubby chicks or Latinas or women with great legs or big boobs or any one “type.” I feel a little sorry for guys who are limited that way. They don’t know what they’re missing.

But I’ve noticed that there are some types that automatically score bonus points with me. I have a particular fondness for women of East Indian descent. And lately I’ve come across several other people who have a particular fondness for sons and daughters of the Subcontinent… and we all seem to have Moon in Cancer.

Forget the obvious Venus and Mars stuff… has anyone else noticed a Moon Sign/physical “mate type” connection?

I have a definite preference to a certain physical type and think most people do. I have no idea how to tie it to the Moon sign though… anyone else?

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My scooter and I went to see Denis from Cameroon and his autistic charge, 23 year old Brad, who Denis calls “Brat” because of his accent. Brad is not actually a brat though. He is a happy young man who cannot talk, but can get his point across. For example he stomped his foot down HARD and Denis said, “That means Brat is hungry.”

Denis cooked Brad and I his home food, which was rice, ground dried shrimp, ground beef and onions all tossed into a pot and cooked in coconut milk. I’d never had anything like it, but scarfed it down as did Brad.

Denis’s house was immaculate and I watched as Brad, who can dress but not bathe himself, carried his plate and his glass into the kitchen when he’d finished eating.

“Is he a picky eater?” I asked.

“Brat? Not so much,” he said. “But sometimes I fix something he doesn’t want and he let’s me know about it.”

“How’s that?”

“Usually he just picks up the plate, walks over to the trash and dumps it.”

I laughed, as Brad came back in the dining room and picked up the two wooden coasters from his place setting, one for the glass, one for the plate and tossed them into the sideboard cabinet next to the table and took off. Denis and I talked for another half hour or so and then he wanted to ride the scooter. I picked up plate and my glass and Denis took them from me.

“I know where these go,” I said, picking up the coasters.

“See, Elsa? Brat taught you that.”

I grinned. I like how Denis is. “Yep, I learned this watching Brad…”

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Yesterday I was on my way home from the gym and I was thinking about the food he’s served me. His home food. And I was remembering the taste that was so distinctive and I realized I felt very nurtured by this gesture. It makes you feel good when someone invites you into their home and serves you the food they grew up with, whatever that might be.

When you have guests do you serve them home food, or company food? Where is your Moon?

I consider myself a massive, and complete man’s woman and I don’t think many would argue. But I am also a feminist with serious credentials. But this blog is not about me. It’s about I woman I know who fascinates me because she has such little use for men!

Now she’s a married, heterosexual but her husband is a complete afterthought to her. She’s pretty much disinterested in sex. What she loves is her sisters… which is basically any woman of any age who lives on this planet.

And she spends most her life supporting other women by being politically involved and planning or participating in women’s groups or circles. And she is always trying to get me to come to one of these things to which I respond… “Why would I do that? There are no men there.” I’ll say. To which she roars laughing. Continue reading Pluto Transit to the Moon - Mine: She’s a Woman’s Woman With Sisters All Over This Land: One Of Them Is Cheating With Her Husband

Yesterday, I was talking to a pal. Her mother stopped in at her job. After she left, a young girl she works with asked, “Is that your Mom?” She had a lilt in her voice.

“Yes,” my friend answered. ‘That’s my Mom.”

“She seems sweet,” the girl said, chirping.

“Well she’s not. Be careful. I love her, she’s my mom, but she is definitely not sweet…”

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My friend has her Moon (mother) in Capricorn which no one would describe as “sweet”.

Her Moon is square Venus which is supposed to be sweet… but in this case Venus is in Aries (war) so maybe this is why she comes with a warning!!

What is your mother, not? And where is your Moon, and how is it aspected?

A few blogs back, the solider was talking about how you can’t shake your upbringing. He was raised in a conservative family, steeped in tradition, his family and his roots where as I was raised by progressive, eccentric and ultra-detached, Aquarians. And with the Pluto transit (uncover what is hidden) to my Moon (roots) these things have become center stage.

Now when we were kids, this was one jacked up relationship! Because coming here from South America, a quarter Italian himself, he took one look at me… we were the same color, and he assumed that I was just like him. You know. He assumed I was Catholic, for starters! And I never did disabuse him of this notion. Continue reading Pluto Transit To The Moon: Mine… The Family Legacy

When I was in New York, HQ’s wife, the mega-Scorpio mentioned something her mother told her which I thought was very potent. She said whatever a person’s age is… this is the speed their life is traveling at. You know. The older you are, the faster your life moves. 10 years old? 10 miles an hour. 54 years old? 54 miles an hour.

I thought this was very astute and I mentioned it to another friend who liked it a lot. And today is occurred to with my Pluto Moon transit, to come on the blog and ask what your mother told you… and invite people to share so others can benefit and I’ll go first.

My mother told me, “You know you’re in big trouble when decent people wanted nothing to do with you.”

Being highly Capricorn I took that at a definite warning. I was very afraid these “decent people” wouldn’t like me, but Capricorn outgrows that stuff, thank God and these days I know I am “decent people” defined. And there are people I want nothing to do with!

And whenever I run across someone like this I always think of what my mother said. “That person is up a creek!” I think. “Because I want nothing to do with them and I am a decent person…”

And I truly think this is worst thing that can possibly happen to a human being. To have decent people turn their back, I mean. How can you possibly be more screwed? Can you imagine? Decent people want nothing to do with you so all you can so is powwow with the indecent people, like yourself! To me this would be a fate worse than death!

Your turn!