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This week, Brezsny tells us Gemini:
"One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time," wrote French author Andre Gide. I'm guessing that 2009 was a time when you embarked on such a search, Gemini -- a half-blind, groping exploration that asked you to leave the past behind without knowing where the future lay. By now, though, I suspect you have sighted the shore of your new frontier. If you haven't yet, it'll happen soon.
Well, yeah. Sighted the shore, weighed anchor, headed up to the beach and set up camp. So what do I do now?
To Leos, my moon sign, he says:
What will it be, Leo? A time of rampaging ids and slamming doors and lost opportunities? Of strange smells and sweeping views of other people's hells? Or will this be the week you finally slip into the magic sanctuary and track down the secret formula? Will this be the breakthrough moment when you outmaneuver the "dragon" with that non-violent "weapon" you've been saving for when it was absolutely necessary? It really is up to you. Either scenario could unfold. You have to decide which one you prefer, and then set your intention.
Huh. "Strange smells and sweeping views of other people's hells" is pretty intriguing, while the dragon thing sounds kinda cliche. I wonder if that's how he meant it?
I remain unguided by Brezsny for the week. Fair enough. Maybe it was meant for somebody else.
"One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time," wrote French author Andre Gide. I'm guessing that 2009 was a time when you embarked on such a search, Gemini -- a half-blind, groping exploration that asked you to leave the past behind without knowing where the future lay. By now, though, I suspect you have sighted the shore of your new frontier. If you haven't yet, it'll happen soon.
Well, yeah. Sighted the shore, weighed anchor, headed up to the beach and set up camp. So what do I do now?
To Leos, my moon sign, he says:
What will it be, Leo? A time of rampaging ids and slamming doors and lost opportunities? Of strange smells and sweeping views of other people's hells? Or will this be the week you finally slip into the magic sanctuary and track down the secret formula? Will this be the breakthrough moment when you outmaneuver the "dragon" with that non-violent "weapon" you've been saving for when it was absolutely necessary? It really is up to you. Either scenario could unfold. You have to decide which one you prefer, and then set your intention.
Huh. "Strange smells and sweeping views of other people's hells" is pretty intriguing, while the dragon thing sounds kinda cliche. I wonder if that's how he meant it?
I remain unguided by Brezsny for the week. Fair enough. Maybe it was meant for somebody else.
