Venus In Scorpio in Natal Chart Personal Astrology

In detriment, of course, opposite Taurus where Venus is undoubtedly most happy and represents, I think, in some way Heaven on Earth at its higher octaves. That leaves us with our Venus in Scorpio where … hmmm … IDK … could it be with …. Satan! Yes, unfortunately, while Venus in Taurus, Venus the Minor Benefic, will pray to God for their love to manifest, by some karma or twist of fate, call it what you will, for us with our Venus kidnapped by Pluto and dragged down into hell, we are left in matters of manifesting love making always some deal with the Devil. This is our karmic path in love and we have free will so can choose not to take it for while the path is wide, THE WAY is always narrow.

It is kind of impossible for us to believe that love as an intense and deep bone to soul love we so crave could exist without pain. We sit in an innate distrust of the light and sweet and seemingly innocent love of Venus in her full flower and this is our detriment for she is light, sweet and innocent in her love while we are dark, acidic and fearful in our love. There has been much written and many movies about the folly of making deals with the devil but for Venus in Scorpio it is our destiny to deal with the Devil in matters of love and I feel very strongly that knowing exactly who you are dealing with only helps strengthens you. First, do not be afraid. Take up what fire you have at your disposal and burn. You must learn from many failures – there is no other way – and each time that the devil wins, adjust your game accordingly and take another swing. Never give up that’s for sissies sometimes just have to say “Fuck it and Drive On”, this is not the venus sign for the faint of heart.

OK, Devil, what you don’t get maybe is that I’m a Sagifuckintarius and we don’t quit, we just eventually die. so you throw it in here fast and hard and let me worry about hitting it, you know, like we always do.

Between you and I, what I know now is that the Devil can straight up be beaten, just simple as that – doesn’t mean that we will beat The Devil, but it does mean that we do have a shot at it.

Tarot Storytime - test of a new reading

 "Tarot Story Time"

Testing New Reading

heck of a draw for a test but on youtube then live would be telling a story according to the cards drawn and I know that is mostly what tarot is but I mean as a writer of particular short stories kind of my thing, I think I can just create an original short piece of fiction that apprehended intuitively will hopefully resonate at many levels -

The Hermit (The Hermit Tarot Card Major Arcana #9) who dwells in the Ivory Tower (The Tower Tarot Card Major Arcana #16) is strongly encourage by the Devil (The Devil Tarot Card Major Arcana 15) to get out in the sunshine and live a little. The Hermit sees the wisdom in this advice that the way to Enlightenment (The Hierophant Tarot Card Major Arcana 5) is counter intuitively through just relaxing and allowing yourself to live. Clarification with Klimt deck for The Hierophant with The Knight of Cups a court card giving a final outcome of a strong water sign person, Sun, Moon, Rising or Venus, come to the Hierophant with an romanticized and well thought out and emotional offer saying sincerely that all they could offer is their own dear heart, nothing more, nothing less.

The End

America Trips on the 4th of July

America starts to feel the tab of acid she had put under her tongue kick in, hoping for a revelation or at least a few moments of surrender. In her mind now crawling with bizarre and insane thoughts of mundane and profound nature, she feels the breath of doom brush the back of her neck. It tickles a little, you know, feels like the breath of a lover and she presses her hand there on her neck longingly, smiling. There's a sound to the feeling of it, a playful sound, playful like the breath of a lover on the back of your neck, a tinkling sound maybe like finger bells?

I've come unhinged, she thinks, throwing back her head and laughing out loud. Just breathe, she advises herself wisely.

I feel like I’m not functioning at a very high level these days, she continues her thinking out loud speaking to no one in a high pitched voice that rises a little hysterically at the end. America laughing at the understatement of it all, laughing a little too hard a little too long – American can't stop laughing but really, really, if you think about it - it's pretty funny, right?

Sometimes you have to laugh, she reassures herself, sighing heavily.

She thinks a little wildly - O, wow, feels like I just need to sit down and really relax for a while. Maybe out in the mountains along a stream or something or maybe out on the ocean or on the shore along the beach somewhere where the waves are washing up rhythmically - you know? somewhere peaceful and quiet. Yeah, that sort of vibe right there, that's the ticket.

But the fantastic, carnival pace of free market capitalism and its attending political theater of the absurd demand virtually the opposite from her. It demands war, actually, lots and lots of war, continuous, unending war. America had gone for all her life but a mere handful of years without some of that war and even in those times of brief respite, she still had felt war baring down upon her. She feels the full weight of it, this ponderous momentum of war that is not a drum beat, no not all all, rather a mind numbing thumping as if an elephant the size of a continent were stomping the ground right next to where she is standing. After hundreds of years of war, America feels so achingly sick of war that she can barely bring herself to get out of bed in the morning.

And the noise! The noise was the worst of it all, America, looking all around her desperately now, not hearing that feeling of doom as a lover's playful breath on the back of her neck and not hearing that feeling as the light tinkling of finger bells but rather as a thunderous cacophony of millions of people telling so many lies and all at once all speaking so loudly and so goddamn fast that the sound of it seems to travel right through her bones in painful vibration following her anywhere she might choose to go?

I'll go mad! She wonders – no wait a minute, wait a minute … I've already gone mad shit that should be obvious to anyone paying any attention at all … throwing her head back again and laughing out loud, laughing insanely, tears streaming down her face. That's what anyone watching would think, just another totally deranged woman wandering aimlessly alone through New York City laughing insanely tears streaming down her sad face. Nothing to see here, people - move along now, move along.

America’s eyes glow as if inner lit, beaming crazily like the headlights of cars on the crowded city street at dusk. She had eaten at least a 1000 mics of some really nice, clean acid maybe an hour ago and America is peaking out now. She feels fully how lost she has been caught up in the pace of it all and how impossible it is to pull herself out of the narrow, noisy, metallic stream that seems to rush her along with it at a ridiculously, preposterously increasing pace. She sits down on an empty bench watching the throngs jitterbug past her in a kaleidoscope of whirling, streaming colors all running together in fantastical, frenzied motion.

Suddenly America, eyes beatifically closed, feels that she is merely a Dove cooing softly high up in a branch under the friendly auspices of a warm, afternoon sun and she puts her head back this time not laughing but smiling ... I am only a Dove, yes, just sitting peacefully here in this warm, afternoon sun, actually feeling the sun warm on her upturned face and neck as the nearest streetlight kicks on in the last faint glow of dusk.

Ah, but the peace and stillness she craves seems such a tenuous dream, so hard to hold on to it, but she tries keeping her eyes tight and insisting that the thing I am is a Dove, just a lone Dove, quiet and soft and real. But America can't quite shake that underlying feeling that is more like a racehorse pumped up on amphetamines and steroids, eyes lulling around in its head, nostrils flaring, heart pounding like a freight train in its chest, running faster and faster, over these many decades until in the midst of an unholy cacophonous outrage of lies and commerce and slaughter, America finds herself now running flat out as hard as she possibly can run simply to stay in the same place.

I must embrace this gaudy merry go round if I want to really milk this trip for all its worth, America insists to herself with a sudden, blinding flash of clarity. The wars O the wars! … they are so very far away, after all? And the needless, hopeless suffering of the masses that will wait, won't it? I mean, where are they to go, their wretchedness stretching now as it does from sea to shining sea? Right now these colors are so bright and so clear and so beautiful and the walls are breathing in concert with me in this lovely, syncopated harmony and PLEASE Dear God Almighty PLEASE! for just one moment in time please let me forget all the abuses of men ...

"Energy Meets Energy"

Can you see this in your minds eye?

Two moths fanning a stone and fanning themselves with their soft wings in the blue moonlight – energy meets energy.

Two planets sailing through space impacting each other with a titanic crash – energy meets energy.

Wisdom meets wisdom - energy meets energy.

Strength meets Strength – energy meets energy.

Depth meets Depth – Energy meets Energy.

Passion meeting passion finally in one long, bodily embrace as energy meets energy and energy meets energy and energy meets energy ...

From Nikita Abrams Stories

 (Summer of 2013, Just Outside Erie, PA)

Nikita stands in the middle of their small backyard. 7:30 PM on one of the longest days of light in the year. Temperatures and humidity both unusually low. She barely works up a sweat mowing the whole yard. Nikki is pleased to hear the bird cacophony return quickly after shutting off the lawnmower. She breaths deeply now of that fresh cut grass smell filling her head with “SUMMER”. This place is heavenly, she thinks. But she knows what waits only a few precious months away as she drinks deeply from a glass of water on the picnic table.

Shit, she says out loud to no one. This water taste like … don't even know what this shit tastes like some chemical taste that is just … bad! She reminds herself to put bottled water on the grocery list. God only knows what's in this fucking water.

She sits on the picnic bench when her cell rings – it's MICHELLE – yay! How's my Baby?

Michelle laughs – I'm good, Nikki. I love you. I miss you.

You too, Michelle.

Look I've been in meetings with them all day here and like we discussed cannot say too much but this is it, Nikki. We got to move on this say be here by end of this month? The deal is we work our way through pretty much like we talked about. I'll be The Doc and you'll be The Sheriff, Michelle finished happily.

Okay, Nikki, said. Just like that?

Just like that.

Seldom in their relationship had Nikita been willing to follow Michelle's lead unquestioningly but she did so now – how big is our room? She asks even though they were told not to discuss any details on the phone or email.

You remember that HUGE walk in closet we had in our first place -

Augh, Nikki groaned interrupting, seriously, that's it?

That's it for our personal quarters, Nikki. There's various common areas -

Still, Nikki interrupted, thinking how for so many years she had somehow managed to stay out of prison only for this. It's daunting, she said - what do you mean “I'll” be the sheriff? By myself?

They said it's not that big a facility and you'll have plenty of backup. They only want one cop, Nikki. These people don't exactly like authority, I'm guessing? Mostly a bunch of geeks we're talking about here, Nikki. And its mostly a young crowd so easier for me, too. It's a cake walk for both of us.

It's a big step, I'm just saying, Michelle. She could still taste that indescribable chemical water. I'm walking up to it, Love. I'll get there. There are huge up sides to working alone. What if twelve months go by and the shit still hasn't hit the fan?

They still need a core group there to be ready. They won't be socking the top over us until it's necessary. It's not so bad, it's kind of cute. I figure we'll each get some me time in the room each day. There's a big gym that has a big pool, saunas. A beautiful media room. A big, comfortable library and reading room that you will love that I swear, Nikki.

Nikki smiled – I wasn't built to live either underground or in a closet, Babe. But all for a good cause so 'here we go'. She mustered some enthusiasm.

I'll be back tomorrow sent you the flight information did you get it?

Got it. I'll be there, Nikki said.

Love you, Nikki.

You more.

Phone off Nikki says out loud again to no one – eight to ten months? Thinking then, I don't know, girl, I just don't know about this. Things are getting pretty fucking weird that's for sure? It's such a perfect evening that it's hard to think about the apocalypse. Cognitive dissonance is a bitch. Nikita tending to see life as an adventure, tended to like 'off the wall' and this was pretty off the wall stuff. Besides, she loved Colorado and had never lived 8700 feet in elevation on the side of an alpine peak before. They would be able to go top side as much as they wished, Michelle had already learned. At least until they screwed the top hatch down. I Haven't cross country skied in years, she thought. She felt herself softening to their outrageous new plan. Why not? What else do we have to do?

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The Ant Who Found Heaven - Short Short Story

 The Ant Who Found Heaven

Short Story by David Sky

The ants had lived forever in a world of want, always struggling and surviving only by the barest margins. A lone ant, called Aquarius Sun/Sagittarius Rising, took it upon herself to seek out a better world and left the others behind traveling for days then weeks even months until almost dead from starvation, she turned the corner of the bathroom hall way and through some divine providence or just dumb good luck, who knows with Sagifuckintarius, she made a hard right heading on her last legs and unbeknownst to her at the time - to the kitchen.

She noticed that she began to find some food, then more food, and thought, “It is a miracle, we are saved!”

She had almost given up hope but now her tiny body surged with a second wind and she picked up speed in her excitement. Soon she came to what at first appeared to be another world much bigger then their world she had left and felt in wonder. She discovered that here in this world, there was plenty, that in fact, it was a world of miraculous abundance so much so that she had to wonder if this were not heaven she had so often heard of?

She made the long trip back fortified by the strength gained from foraging in the kitchen and when she showed back up in the colony, they noticed not only that she was back but that she looked really amazing. The Queen gave audience to her and listened to the tale of her long, arduous and lonely adventure to “Heaven” this land of magical abundance beyond belief.

The Queen, of Pentacles, of course, practical bent of mind, thought about this and said, “we do not have enough Workers to make a line to this heaven you speak of, if it be so far as you say, Love, so I don’t know what we can do with it if we cannot move there. I don’t see any practical use, then, anything else would be too great a risk to our Colony since we are struggling well enough as it is here, we dare not take a risk of what little we do have upon something so far away and uncertain as this heaven.”

Aquarius/Sagittarius ant took it hard at first but spent the rest of her days regaling her sisters with her many stories of all the food waiting for them in heaven. The ants loved these stories since they made their hard lives a little bit better just being able to believe that there actually was a Heaven and one of their own had been there. And that is how The Bathroom ants got their ant religion.