This is the first story I ever wrote… in 2001. I have written many since and while my writing has probably improved I am going to leave this as is: Vintage Elsa P. Enjoy!
When you study Gemini in astrology, invariably you read that Gemini has two lives or is two faced. Two lives? Sounds kind of eerie. What do they mean? Do they live a past life while they live a usual one? Do they live one life and then live another later?
And what about, two faced? It sounds negative and judgmental, so only marginally helpful, unless you’re a non-Gemini out looking for dirt on your Gemini enemy.
The Gemini mind is ultra swift and prefers a lot of stimulation. They’re easily bored by the likes of you and I so they toss several balls in the air to stay amused. This is a way to make life more tolerable and interesting for them. They really can’t be faulted; any more than a Virgo can for reading all the time, or a Sagittarius for moving on.
And one night I saw Gemini in their version of hell, and here’s the story. If you’re not a Gemini, it will offer some insight into how the dual lives thing works, and if you are? Well then take a lesson from Billy here, and don’t let this happen to you.
Billy was a Leo man with a Gemini Moon and a Sagittarius rising. He was into the rockabilly thing and he had taken it to the extreme. He waxed nostalgic about 50’s values and had his home decorated retro. This was pre-Ebay, so far more impressive than if you ran across it today. He had the clothing, the furniture, the kitchen appliances, and the music.
Being a natural actor via his Leo sun, he had pretty much completely immersed himself in his role. He would come home from work to don vintage slippers and a smoking jacket and expect a casserole to be served. He wore this persona very well. He even walked like he was from a different era. He could have been on a postcard. He had “Movie Star” quality. He was DAPPER. So there he was and I showed up.
I’m not a Leo, but I have a Leo Venus which means that I can act too. One of things I can do excellently well is act as if I adore a Leo man. My Venus to his Sun makes me his ideal broach.
Not that I know that I’m acting necessarily. I’m drawn to his “movie” via my Venus, so into my roll I hop, not exactly conscious I am in character. Why be conscious when deluding yourself is so much more fun? I quickly became as immersed in his movie, as he was. Billy, my hero, and so forth.
And since I’m good at what I do, and since that Leo Venus is square Neptune and superbly gifted at illusion, it appeared to the observer (the audience in our case) that I was Billy’s perfect compliment.
Long term, we were doomed but who cares about that when there’s good drama on offer?
To be continued