Mind you, I am not sure that we have a drawing-room, but we pretend we have, and it’s all the same. Hoop la!
He went off dancing. .… and they all cried Hoop la! and danced after him, searching for the drawing-room; and I forget whether they found it, but at any rate they found corners, and they all fitted in.
There’s a party in progress. Over near the canapé table, loaded with sliced cheese, stuffed munchrooms (the best kind), and other goodies, a voice is heard, rich and warm, punctuated with cackles, attracting a crowd of people. .… (a female voice).
…. . and the first day I was there, I decided to go horseback riding, up in the mountains. Since there was no one to see me, I removed my shirt, because I wanted to get a tan all over, you know? There I was, perched on this palomino, as naked as Lady Godiva from the waist up, and you know how modest I am. It was a riot. Well, after a couple of hours, I was as red as a lobster, and I figured it was time to ride my horse back to the stables, where I’d rented it. But when I reached for my shirt to put it on, it wasn’t there. It had slipped off the saddle horn somewhere in the woods. Can you imagine me riding back, and facing all those men at the stables, in that seminude condition? Naturally, I burst into tears from embarrassment. I knew I just couldn’t do it. So, I said to the horse, half hysterically… . .
At the same time, from over near another table, loaded with Perrier water, fruit juices, and several bottles of red and white wine, comes another voice, clear and sparkling, with perfect emphasis and timing, as a second crowd gathers … …
. .… so this guy in Indiana comes home drunk every night for years, until finally his wife threatens to leave him. Because he’s really in love with her, he straightens out for a few months. Then this one night he falls off the wagon, gets soused on stingers, and forgets where he lives for three days and nights. Now he’s afraid to go home, because she may not forgive him this time. So he has a brainstorm. He finds a pay phone, drops in his coins, dials his home number, and when his wife answers, he screams into the receiver, ‘Oh, Helen, it’s so good to hear your voice! I thought I’d never hear it again. Now listen carefully. I’ll be home tomorrow, but get the police to tap the phone as soon as I hang up—and if they call before I get there, DON’T PAY THE RANSOM MONEY—I JUST ESCAPED!‘
They’re both good talkers, Gemini and Cancer. The Crab’s ability to remember details and to tell a story with sensitive perception, laced with the Lunar imagination and humor, can hold a crowd spellbound. If there’s also a Gemini in the room, weaving tall tales with wit and charm, and maybe doing a few card tricks on the side, the bystanders won’t know which of the three rings to watch at the circus. (One ring for Cancer, two for Gemini, the Twins. Two of everything for Gemini.)
Before the party’s over, either Cancer or Gemini (or both) may whip out a camera and start snapping. Gemini and Cancer share a love for photography with Leo and Pisces, the four Sun Signs most likely to be professional or amateur photographers, each for a different reason. The majority of top photographers were born under one of these four signs, or have the Moon or Ascendent there—and between them, they have the camera market pretty well cornered.
Another similarity between the Crab and the Twins is that their auras are colored with many shades, because they’re both so moody. Cancer dips from the deep blues of depression to the rose of sentiment, sloshes around in the brown of crankiness or the muddy lime greens of fear and hypochondria, then crawls back up to lavender-hued nostalgia and soft pink laughter.
Gemini flits from bright yellow cheer to the indigo of despair, experiments with the shimmering silver of dreams and the gold of hope, then plunges down into the grey of despondency, from which he-she quickly leaps into glistening white childlike faith.
When their auras mix, every color of the spectrum is represented, from transparent etheric to ultraviolet … and a few more tones and shades that have not yet been perceived, let alone named.
They’re both dreamers, and both expert in the art of getting publicity (although the Crabs pretend not to be interested, he and she fool no one—they adore attention). They also both have vivid imaginations, and they’re both inclined to laugh in public and cry in private. So you may think it’s difficult to tell them apart. It is not. It’s as easy as telling a bird in the air from a crab on the beach. One flies with the wind or an errant breeze, flapping its wings, its bright eyes darting to and fro quickly. The other crawls carefully along the shore, near the water, in the moonlight … backwards, sideways, slowly and deliberately. Both are frequently amusing. Both change their dispositions without warning.
Regardless of their matching behavior at times, in their basic natures, as with all other 2-12 Sun Sign Patterns, Gemini and Cancer are as different as night and day, as positive and negative as the north and south poles—and, in this case, as different as Air and Water (which are very different, you must admit).
The Twins are Mutable; consequently, they prefer to dash around, here and there, communicating ideas and dreams, to being the Big Boss and running the show. The Crabs are Cardinal, they definitely do not enjoy communicating (especially their own secrets) and prefer to run things—not necessarily out front, with a brass band, but still very much in charge.
Being influenced by the 2-12 vibration, Gemini senses (because Cancer is the sign ahead of Gemini on the karmic wheel) that he or she has much to learn from the care and caution and secrecy of the Crabs—the ability to sit and wait patiently, and the tenacity to stay with an idea long enough for it to develop from a misty into a solid form. Because Gemini is the sign behind Cancer, the Crab is wistfully conscious of a faint soul memory of how it was to be driven by the multiple yearnings of Mercury, searching the world over for a place to settle, yet reluctant to linger too long in one spot, for fear of missing something more exciting. The Crabs remember, ah! they remember … and so, ruled in this present existence by the fluctuating Moon, they are periodically consumed by wanderlust, and at the same time held back by fear (springing from the same karmic soul memory) of losing, in Gemini fashion, what they already possess. That’s why Cancerians usually remain by the hearth, flying (normally) only through the imagination, under a Full or New Moon, safely secure during such imaginary flights near the home nest. But because they do understand, the Crabs often tolerate the restlessness of the Twins better than most other Sun Signs are apt to do.
In friendship, business, love relationships, Gemini is not inclined to cling. If anything, they hold too lightly and casually, let go too quickly and sometimes discard too soon. Cancer hangs on for dear life (barring those Twins and Crabs with Moon Signs or Ascendents that strongly conflict with their natal Suns, and even then, the conflict is merely periodic and temporary). The typical Crabs fear that if they should loosen their grip, they’ll be left without an anchor, in strange, new waters, bereft of the comforting and the familiar.
Of course, some Crabs will deny this trait with vehemence—the ones whose birth charts contain an Aries, Gemini or Sag Moon or Ascendent. Even so, don’t be overly impressed with their denials—especially their claims that they don’t save things or hang on to things. The tenacious quality is always there. It just takes some subtle forms in each individual Moon Child. If you search long enough, you’ll find it.
A Gemini psychiatrist, whose office is on the ground floor of a building where I used to live, told me about a Cancerian patient he once treated for a mild neurosis. The Crab is completely cured now, happy and well adjusted, no longer weepy. On the first visit to the psychiatrist, there was so much emphasis on nostalgia and financial security, the secretive patient’s Sun Sign peeked out. After a couple of hours of listening, the Gemini shrink, although fascinated, began to fidget from sitting in one place so long, so he switched on one of his fast Mercury subject changes and remarked, I’ll bet you were born under the sign of Cancer.
Yes, I was, replied the surprised patient. It’s very clever of you to have guessed that, since I have absolutely none of the typical Lunar characteristics. Astrology claims that Cancer is clinging and tenacious. Not me. I’m not like that at all. And I’m not in the least possessive. I don’t save things, and I never hang on.
Well, mused the Twins, glibly, maybe it’s your Moon Sign. Now, let’s make an appointment for next week.
|CRAB:||You want me to go, is that it? You want to get rid of me, because I bore you as a patient, and you think I’m too far gone for even you to help. That’s what you’re trying to tell me.|
|THE TWINS:||No, no—of course not. Not at all. It’s just that I’m due in Chicago tonight for a speech, and if I don’t leave for the airport within fifteen minutes, I’ll miss my plane.|
|CRAB:||I see. And you want me to leave. You’re hinting for me to leave. Isn’t that right?|
|THE TWINS:||No. I mean, yes. Well, it isn’t that I want you to leave. But I’m afraid I’ll miss my plane, that’s all.|
|CRAB:||Could I maybe ride along with you in the taxi to the airport? And if you’ll be back tomorrow, you could come over to my place for dinner. I make a really tasty meatless spaghetti.|
|THE TWINS:||I’d love to, but … I’ve already made another engagement for dinner tomorrow night, after I return.|
|CRAB:||(weeping) You hate me. I can take a hint. I’ll go.|
|THE TWINS:||Please don’t cry. You’re wrong. I’m not trying to get rid of you. I wish I could take you to Chicago with me. I enjoy your company. Honest.|
|CRAB:||(brightening considerably) You do? Okay, then can I make an appointment for the day after tomorrow instead of next week?|
The funniest part of the story is that the Cancerian patient was a female Crab, a Moon Maid, who is now happily married to the Gemini psychiatrist. I trust this little story will illustrate to Geminis of any sex, age or profession, who are involved with a Cancerian in any way, that the quick can be tripped up by the quiescent—whether in romance, across the table in a card game or in a business deal, not to mention running around the family circle.
Crabs are impressionable, sensitive men, women and children. They tend to be periodically contrary and sullen, brooding over slights, real or imagined. But the Twins can usually sweet-talk or double-talk them into crawling back out of their shells. Gemini is the mental (or actual) wanderer, a lonely drifter, cut loose from ties, emotionally (and sometimes literally) homeless, lost and seeking … the eternal child. A Cancerian is the eternal Mother (or Father), protective, warm, tender and coaxing. It’s little wonder these two are drawn to each other … part … then return … then part again.
The element of Water, when it saturates Air with enough moisture, causes a shower that clears the atmosphere of fog, smog—and misunderstanding. Consequently, Cancer can make Gemini pour out those Twin desires, shed some truthful tears, and pause a moment, now and then, to remember the things that really matter.
Gemini Woman and Cancer Man
Do you think I could be a twin?
No, indeed, replied the twins; it’s awfully difficult to be a twin.. .…
I hadn’t really any hope, he said.
A Cancerian man lives in his sensations, emotions, and imagination. He loves history and likes to read about the glory of bygone ages, from the Byzantine, through the Medieval and the Renaissance. But he’s rather romantic about the past (his own and that of other historical characters), and he doesn’t like to be reminded that the Knights of the Round Table may have possessed some flaws, that the horses they rode had burrs in their tails—they wore sweaty shirts under their chain mail (the knights, not the horses), ate with their fingers, and may have occasionally slept with comely wenches on dirty straw.
In the Crab’s sentimental mind, a knight has impeccable table manners, and he rides a snow-white steed, with a fluffy, carefully brushed tail. He returns from his great crusades unsoiled and unperspiring, to claim the scented hanky of his lady fair. Now there’s nothing wrong with a Crab treating a Gemini woman to his sense of chivalry. But she should be aware, even if he’s not, of the historical fact that many a knight of olden days, after tucking that scented hanky under his shining armour, reached into his visor for the key he carried to the iron chastity belt of his modest lady fair—and sometimes pulled out the wrong key.
That is to say, the Crab, like the real or legendary knight, has more intimate things planned than pocketing a hanky, no matter how slow and courteous his initial approach may be.
A Gemini female could get emotionally carried away by the romantic scene his gallantry conjures up in her own imaginative mind. With her predilection for daydreaming, she can easily envision herself wading impatiently across the moat, then running through the clover to meet him, her long, golden hair (or raven-black tresses) flying behind her. Then she gracefully curtsies before her Cancerian knight, sitting up there on his snorting stallion. It’s almost real. She blushes, then timidly hands him her perfumed … … look out! By this time, the Crab may have grabbed her dainty hand with his firm grip, and isn’t about to let go.
When Cancerian possessiveness crosses swords with the Gemini insistence on freedom, the clash can cut into their dreams cruelly. After the Cancer man discovers this woman is really two women—one content to nestle happily beside him in the tower room of the castle—the other determined to roam around on the slopes, playing with the antelope, chasing the hounds or whatever—he may pout. He may snap at her. Or he may retreat into crabby seclusion in the dark, damp dungeon, waiting for her to trip down the stone steps and entice him out again. If there’s something else on her mind, he’ll have a long wait down there.
Gemini females have been known to forget mundane responsibilities like lovers locked in dungeons when they’ve been caught up in a fitful flight of fancy or a mental whim. Not that she doesn’t have an excellent memory, but other interests take priority, sometimes even over love, until she gets lonely. Then she’ll trail back, looking for forgiveness and comfort. So their story could have a happy ending after all, since a Cancerian man is about as comforting as they make the male animal. No one can be more tender, gentle and understanding to a lost and mixed-up Gemini woman than a Crab. Not even a sweet, gruff, protective Bull. If they have a harmonious Luminary aspect between their birth charts, we can leave them there on the stone steps, as the sun sinks slowly in the West, astrologically confident of their continued bliss—knowing she’ll always wander and he’ll always pout—but she’ll always return, and he’ll always pet and forgive her.
If the Sun-Moon aspect between their horoscopes is not harmonious, we can’t desert them quite yet. They’ll need some help, to keep from falling into the moat and drowning—or disappearing over the hills, in different directions, on different horses.
They can find their share of happy together, but it will take patience on her part and some adaptability on his. It won’t be easy, since her ruling planet, Mercury, doesn’t send out patient vibes. And his ruling Luminary, the Moon, changes too frequently to count on any one phase remaining for long. He’ll pass through a mood of reckless abandon to match hers, then return to his hard shell before she’s even had a chance to enjoy it. It takes practice and devotion on both sides. Although the shifting moods they have in common may not be their only problem, they’ll form the basis for all the others. When you take a Gemini woman and a Cancerian man, each subject to sudden switches of disposition, and throw them into close contact, no one quite knows whose fault anything is at any particular time.
Here he is, all jolly and full of fun and chuckles, but she has just changed into a somber, contemplative period. So she makes a loving effort to match his hilarity. However, by the time she’s reversed gears into a high, he’s already turned off the funnies. Now he’s obeying the call of the three-quarter Moon, pulling on him magnetically to be quiet and reclusive. So he makes an equally loving attempt to match her new amusement. Except that, by the time he has synchronized himself to the Full Moon, and turned into a laughing Looney Bird, Mercury has tormented her into a mental knot of sarcasm and cutting criticism of his jokes. This deeply wounds the Crab’s feelings. So she makes another loving effort to … well, it could go on and on—all the way to a mutual nervous breakdown. They’ll have to blow the whistle, stop, and take stock of their mood schedules. There are several solutions.
They can both return to the starting line (say, on a day when their planets are working in rhythm) and try to match their changing moods to each other’s. That’s one way. Laugh together, cry together, mope together, hope together—and cope together. If they can’t swing that, because their stars are coming in on different wave-lengths, they can at least stop fighting their crossed purposes and make this promise to themselves: If he’s high while she’s low—he’ll cheer her up instead of letting her pull him down; if she’s calm while he’s stormy—she’ll soothe his worries instead of snubbing him and driving him deeper into his shell. When Gemini is happy, why should she let the Crab’s crankiness turn her off? He needs sympathy, not cold rejection. When Cancer is placid, why should he let her jumpiness annoy him into retreating? She needs petting, not pouting. If they keep that promise, they can gradually train their moods to slide into the same grooves, although they’ll still have some periodic impasses.
Since this is a 2-12 Sun Sign Pattern, the Cancer half of the team will usually be tolerant of the twin Gemini faults of restlessness and detachment—and the Gemini half will probably try to imitate the Crab’s virtues of patience and sensitivity, sensing that she needs to learn them. One lesson she may shy away from learning from him, however, is how to be more cautious with cash. Unless she has a more conservative Moon Sign or Ascendent, she may think he’s a tight combination of Scrooge and Shylock. Most Geminis scatter money like birdseed. Most Cancerians hoard it like Midas. Somewhere in between there’s a middle road to financial agreement. But it won’t be found at the extreme ends of his stinginess or her capriciousness with cash. The Crab’s tendency to hang on to money is motivated by his fear of being hungry someday and his need for security.
The more his hunger for affection is satisfied, the less fear he’ll have of starving. If he has enough emotional security, he won’t need as much financial security. As for the material possessions the Crab likes to accumulate, Gemini may fear they’ll tie her down. Her tendency to get rid of money is motivated by the feeling that she’ll find more excitement in spending it than in saving it. When she has sufficient emotional freedom and mental challenge, she won’t be compelled to buy these basic Mercury needs with cash, so she’ll be less extravagant. Gemini is gregarious and must be either mentally or physically active, preferably both. She likes to eat out a lot, for a double reason: she’s not overly fond of cooking—and she needs a frequent change of scene. The Crab may prefer to eat at home, because it’s reminiscent of the coziness of his childhood—or eat at his mother’s, which is even more reminiscent of the coziness of his childhood. That can put a few kinks in the Cancer-Gemini relationship, unless the partners iron them out by drawing certain lines clearly at the beginning.
Since both of them live in a world of fantasy and dreams, their sexual rapport can be stimulating for her and fulfilling for him. He supplies the sensual sensitivity and the affection—she supplies the imagination and the variety. A Gemini female is one for having sudden ideas. She may have some changeable ideas about passion. But the Crab is perceptive enough to match his own desires to hers, and he’ll probably have a few romantic notions of his own, off the beaten path of boredom. Their lovemaking will seldom be repetitious. It will vary with the Moon’s waxing and waning, as they respond to the ebbing and flooding tides of their emotions. She’ll notice something warm and protective about the way he approaches their sexual union, and her lost child heart will be solaced when his arms are around her. He’ll notice there’s always something indefinably delicate and gentle about the way she seeks his affection.
Often, a Cancerian man respects the Gemini lady he loves so much he can’t seem to abandon himself to total passion with her, as if he believed her so fragile, he might be harming a flower. But she isn’t as fragile as he thinks, never mind her delicate, gentle manner, and her airy, light touch. She needs, seeks and wants … to be treated as an adult woman, not as a charming child. When she’s near him, in the dark, she’ll cling to him, and her fears will melt away. Many Gemini females dislike sleeping in total darkness—but with this man, she may be willing to try.
Many Cancerian men equally dislike sleeping without a night light. But with her close beside him, he’ll find darkness a friend. The nightmares that haunt him so frequently will seem far away when he can feel her head on his shoulder. Her restless head … but she’ll be calmer, quieter, more at peace with him, herself and the world … after they’ve experienced physical Oneness together. Visibly so. Sometimes, for days and days. Until her Twin calls to her again, and she gets that distant look. That’s when he needs to grab her, before she floats away.
The male Crab, with his shy smile, enjoys parties and people, music and dancing, though he may be reluctant to admit it. This is just the woman to coax and wheedle and tempt him out of his reclusive hermit act into the bright lights. She may talk him into going dancing, hiking, horseback riding, sailing … cross-country skiing, or touring Europe with her, visiting ancient ruins, trying to recall when they perhaps once lived in a bygone civilization … and maybe drank a toast to each other from this very cup… . did she wear the necklace behind glass in the British Museum when they fiercely loved in Egypt?
The Gemini female can talk the Crab into most anything, but her easiest persuasion will be to seduce him into traveling. Places like ancient ruins and old museums secretly magnetize this man. He lives in yesterday, and to revisit it with her is perhaps the deepest dream of all, from which he’ll hope he never wakens. With her, he may not. Gemini lives on the wind, where dreams are reality … where reality itself is a dream. He’ll probably learn that, wherever they go together. Nearly always, she’ll be streaking ahead of him, her hair flying in the breeze, not even looking back over her shoulder to see if he’s still there. She doesn’t need to look back. She knows he’s still there. She knows his love is steady, he is devotion unwavering, and that’s what she’s been seeking all her life—a pair of eyes that say Come home. He’s been seeking a pair of eyes that say Let’s run through the stars!
And so, each sees the unspoken wish reflected in the other’s eyes, from the very first time they look at each other, across a crowded street … or room … and their gaze locks tightly, unexpectedly. For years and years afterwards, they’ll tell each other about that night and remember together the sudden tears they both felt, inexplicably, when their eyes first met … and they didn’t even know each other’s names. But that didn’t matter. Silently, through a half-forgotten strain of music, they called out to one another by the secret names their hearts knew.
Once they’ve declared their love, she may shower him with a silvery stream of gifts, and at first his cautious nature will be aghast at such impulsive extravagance. Yet, when she’s not looking, his eyes will fill with Lunar tears of pure delight, to be so loved and cherished. He’ll timidly, yet proudly, display her gifts to friends. It proves, you see, that he is loved, and with her instant, flashing intuition, she senses this about him. She longs to make up to him for all the times he was disappointed as a child on Christmas morning. How does she know? He never told her. She knows. Because she loves him. Love is funny like that. After a while, she just may perform a magical transformation in the Cancerian man’s nature. Then he’ll relax … and wrap some bright blue and silver or lavender and sunny-yellow ribbons around some special surprises for her, too. When a Crab is snugly loved, the reciprocal affection is boundless, bottomless, returning a thousandfold—and he’ll cry, unashamedly, from sheer happiness.
He’ll always treat her like a lady. She’ll be thrilled at such lovely make-believe of a gentler time and usually behave accordingly. To her, he is a gentleman, a gallant gentleman, who touches her with occasional glimpses of the little boy within. Then she cries, because he is so vulnerable to hurt, despite his hard, outer shell of impassiveness. For he is a poet, and she’s the very first one who ever guessed it. Geminis are great at guessing, and they always win the jar of jelly beans.
A Gemini girl-woman is a realist, despite her changing masks … first whimsical, then cynical, always fascinating to the Cancerian man, whose own facial expressions she loves to watch herself, as they reflect the various colors and tones of his Lunar emotions … joy or sadness, tranquility or worry.
Whatever the feminine Mercury Bird’s chronological age may be, she’s ever youthful and yearning, thoughtful and tender … her skin and eyes as crystal clear as a child’s … filled with misty dreams, yet driven relentlessly by logic. Some of her dreams she carelessly loses along the way, others she forgets, in the sparkle of some new excitement. The deep, sacred ones, she keeps locked up inside herself. A persistent Cancerian man can coax her to share them with him, if he moves quickly, before she spins out of his reach. But it may take him some time to be certain—and Crabs can wait too long. She’ll be chattering and charming him one day, then suddenly notice how quiet he’s become.
What’s the matter, darling? Did I say something wrong? she’ll ask, vaguely troubled.
No. It’s just that … I think I might love you. But I’m not sure.
She won’t understand what he means. To Gemini, you can’t be sure of anything in this life, especially love. Not until you reach the very end of the trail. There’s little enough time before that moment comes. Why waste any of it?
Gemini Man and Cancer Woman
He ceased to look at her, but even then she would not let go of him. He skipped about and made funny faces, but when he stopped it was just as if she were inside him, knocking.
Normally, a Gemini man is able to analyze people quickly, with a swift, sure insight. Normally, a Moon Maiden is acutely perceptive of human nature. Together (along with Aquarius and Pisces) they make a great sleuthing team, and it’s no accident that almost all Geminis and Cancerians enjoy detective stories. (Scorpios do too, though they lean more toward murder mysteries and ghost tales.)
Yet, for all his cleverness and mental agility, and for all her talent at worming secrets out of people, the one puzzle Gemini and Cancer can’t seem to solve is each other. There’s always a piece missing. Ask a Gemini man what disturbs him most about the Cancerian woman he loves, and he’ll tell you:
I never know what she’s thinking.
Ask a Cancerian female what troubles her most about the Gemini man she loves, and she’ll say:
I don’t know what he wants.
That’s the way it is with these two lovers when they meet, and that’s the way it will be when they part, in friendship or in anger—through any kind of earthly separation—and that’s the way it will always be, if they remain together. Her secretive manner, her way of clamming up and refusing to talk when she’s hurt, will drive a Gemini man wild, which is not a natural state for the casual Twins. From time to time she’ll tell him what’s on her mind, but just as frequently, she’ll snap her Crab shell on his questions, leaving him frustrated and feeling totally helpless to bring her out of a mood he has no idea how she managed to get into. It will do no good to poke at her with accusations and sarcasm. She’ll remain inside herself until she’s good and ready to come back out—and then she’ll claim she’s forgotten what it was that made her blue and cranky. She hasn’t, really. She just feels safer when she retains her secrets. Sometimes a female Crab will weep, and pour out her apprehensions, but even then he won’t get to the real, rock-bottom reason for the anguish. There are no whys and wherefores. Gemini isn’t content until he untangles every snarl and sees into every motive, and so her cryptic behavior leaves him with a continued feeling of vague uneasiness. How can he solve this mystery of her moods if she keeps the clues locked up in her attic, hidden inside her trunks of jokes and tucked behind the corners of her silent fears? Perhaps it’s because he can’t solve it that he often returns, again and again, to try. But he may never know what she’s really thinking between her sobs, her giggles and her serenity—just the bits and pieces he picks up when she lets him sneak into her heart’s attic to help her look for an old memory she’s misplaced, from long ago, in her childhood.
As for her, she would give him the Moon if she could. A Cancerian woman in love desires only to cherish, to protect and lavish affection on her man (though his portions of her devotion may be abruptly cut in half when their children crawl into her heart). She’ll stuff him with food, wash him with sympathy, and distract him with her wacky Lunar humor. But how can she cook up a complete dream that will sastisfy all his hunger when he keeps changing the recipe for his happiness? The elusive way he switches the subject, just when she thinks she’s caught what it is he’s longing for, drives her into tears and tantrums. She may never discover what he really wants, because he doesn’t know, and even if he did, he’d share it only with his Twin Self.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust her. But only his Twin can decipher the complications of his Mercurial dreams and translate them into one single goal. Since a Moon Maiden is so reflective, so emotionally absorbent, she’ll soak up some of his strategy, just from being around him. She’ll know everything about his mental tricks—except how to perform them. That’s because these two are set at different speeds. Hers reads: slow and cautious—despite her outward show of busy motion. His reads: fast and reckless—never mind if he’s one of those Geminis who appears cool and calm on the surface. His mind is jet-fueled and ever ready for instant takeoff.
This is a 2-12 Sun Sign Pattern, with Gemini the sign behind Cancer and Cancer the sign immediately ahead of Gemini. So, she’ll secretly understand his restive nature, from an unconscious soul memory of what it was like to be careless and casual and free of strong emotional ties. In fact, the memory may haunt her to the point of turning her to its opposite—a desperate clinging to security, preferably emotional, and if it’s lacking—financial. Gemini will half consciously realize she can teach him an approach to life he’s never experienced, and since he’s such a quick study, he’ll grow in wisdom around her in many ways. But not without a few growing pains.
The typical Gemini man keeps nothing for which he has no further need, from torn ticket stubs and dull razor blades to human relationships which have outlived their usefulness. He can’t understand her need to hang on to things. You’d think she had lived through the horrors of some great famine, the way she saves soup coupons and stocks up on canned food that would feed her whole family for months if we were ever under siege by Space people.
What he doesn’t understand is that, with a Cancer female, an interplanetary war is always a possibility. Anything is always a possibility, and she wants to be prepared for it. The crinkled money she keeps under the box springs eases her fear of a leaky roof on a future rainy day. But the old ball gowns she packed away in mothballs are back in style, and if she cuts off the tops, she’ll have a new wardrobe of evening skirts without spending any of those crinkled bills. Neither is she as hasty as he is to throw away old friendships or ties.
Gemini’s more casual attitude toward human relationships puzzles the Cancerian woman. It’s not the usefulness of any close relationship that matters to her. It’s the familiarity, the comfortable feeling it gives her of the past—yesterday, when the world was young and gay and safe and secure. She feels similarly about the deeper relationship called love. A Lunar female’s love has no foundation in reason or logic. She’s helpless to destroy it. Other loves can be wished away, willed away, angered away—talked out, or thrown out. Hers has to wear out, and it can take many years. Even then, she’ll sew a patch on the worn spots and try to somehow make it do. It’s one of the most valuable lessons her heart can teach his mind.
You may know a Cancerian woman who is fickle and promiscuous, but don’t you believe her. It’s a pose. Somewhere under her tough crab shell is an old, faded love, tenderly darned and folded with care, that she’s wistfully hoping will come back into style … be needed again. The fictional image of the sentimental prostitute with the heart of gold, who babies or mothers her gentlemen callers, is a picture of a haunted Moon Maid, still waiting, in her fashion, for him to return.
To the Gemini who is on a romantic holiday, it’s always time to move on, and lugging the memory of old loves slows a man down. He seldom packs any torches in his suitcase. He travels light. He doesn’t belong to anyplace or to any person. Not even to his relatives. He knows they love him, but still he feels, somehow, apart—not only from them, from the world—until he finds a woman who knows how to hang on to his heart. Hanging on is a Cancerian talent, but her Crab-like possessiveness will turn him off—and away—unless she disguises it as tender tolerance and makes it stretch to give him room to wander. Then it will lure him and warm him when he’s cold and lonely. If she learns to let go, and to let love be the only tie that binds them, she’ll discover that, with this man—free can mean faithful.
In their sexual relationship, pure physical sensation will be less emphasized than the passions of the mind and a kind of emotional eroticism. Her affectionate tenderness and vivid imagination are a good balance for his delicate touch and his sensitive sexual nature. When they’re expressing their love on a physical level, they may even find that missing piece to be the puzzle of each other they’re always looking for, and become whole … for brief moments. Because she needs constant, tangible proof that she’s really needed, not just routinely desired, his airy embraces could sometimes cause her to wish he would hold her more closely—and longer—just so she can be sure. Their most ideal sexual fulfillment together may frequently be experienced during the Full Moon, when she seems to possess a strange, magnetic power to gently reach into the secret corners of his Twin heart and draw him away from his dreams back into the intimate mystery of their union … the deepest dream of all.
He’ll become impatient with her ingrained economical streak if she tries to transfer her financial fears to him. Then she’ll ask, Do you know how it feels to be poor? It’s a nightmare. You’ll find out what it’s like if you keep throwing away your money and never saving it. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that waste makes want? But Gemini will simply shrug and reply, like archetype Geminian Mike Todd—I wouldn’t know about that. I’ve been broke, but I’ve never been poor. Being broke is temporary. Being poor is a state of mind.
A Moon Maiden will understand this man better if she realizes that, however he may apppear to the world, to himself he’s eternally a young boy, who, in some magical way, has managed to pilot a plane high in the sky. He diverts himself now and then with sudden dives and spins, fascinated by finding a prettier cloud, discovering a more beautiful sunrise or sunset … all the while excitedly aware that the great Universe and its glittering galaxies lay enticingly unexplored before him … beckoning. If she truly loves him for keeps, she’ll cheerfully be ready to pack up and move on when his free spirit grows restless, turning each new rest stop, however temporary, into a warm and welcoming, gracious haven, as only a Cancerian woman can. Somehow this lady can cause each new place she lives to seem like a garden, filled with the fragrant flowers of tradition. And this is the very thing Gemini needs—to be able to wander, yet never leave home. Gradually, she’ll tenderly implant herself inside his own longings, until finally… . anywhere he hears her lovely Lunar laughter becomes home.
The Gemini man may linger past the sunset in the sky until the Moon comes up. If he stays a little longer, he might unveil the mystery of his Cancerian woman. And wouldn’t it be funny if her secret turned out to be that—in a changing world of changing truth, fleetingly glimpsed, then hidden by clouds of passing time—each soul must find its other half, to know—to see—to be? The very same Twin secret as his own.
|Ruled by Mercury||Ruled by the Sun|
|Symbol: The Twins||Symbols: Lion & Shy Pussycat|
|Day Forces—Masculine||Day Forces—Masculine|