On these magic shores, children at play are forever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.
Because Pisces is linked with the mystical truth behind all religion—and Libra is linked with the balancing of justice and compassion that equals Peace—this is often (not always, but often) a strangely soothing association. There is sometimes a far-reaching influence over not just the two lives of Libra and Pisces, but over those of others, in various ways, depending on the individual Librans and Fish involved, the way they live, their goals and ambitions … their dreams.
In every Libra chapter in this book (and in my first book, Sun Signs) is the ancient astrological reminder that all Libran people, every single one of them, possess the dazzling Venus smile, with its awesome ability to melt all opposition. This isn’t just an observation of astrological symbolism, but a literal adage regarding the invisible yet powerful stamp of the planets and the Luminaries (Sun and Moon) on the physical appearance (as well as the behavior) of humans—a stamp so unmistakable that even the skeptics who refuse to recognize the holiness of astrology are forced to notice and admit its presence, however grudgingly. Now, they must once again notice.
Like Paul before him, Pope John-Paul, who reigned for a sadly brief span of but 34 days as Catholic Pastor was a Sun Sign Libran. Among other particular matters, the sign of Libra is traditionally associated with libraries, books and publishing (sharing these with Gemini and Sagittarius, to a lesser degree). Only days after John-Paul was made Pope, he rather timidly released to the world his tiny personal treasures of literature—small, but eloquent, wise and witty letters, addressed to everyone from Mark Twain to the Beatles, Shakespeare and Charles Dickens. Throughout the years of his busy, dedicated life, Libran John-Paul had written these little letters to the achievers of yesterday and today, with the typical Libran love of the literary, and Libra’s flair for belles lettres. I was both touched and amused to see them printed simultaneously with the attainment of his new temporal power over his own affairs, as well as over those of millions, because I knew the joy the Pastor felt (he preferred this title to Pontiff or Pope) as a Libran, to finally be given the opportunity of allowing the public to take a peek at the subtle humor and philosophical observations of his beloved creative children.
Of course, he never expected his modest letters to constitute a bestseller or anything so grand as that. He was simply as delighted as a boy to see them at last in print, and so widely read—a private dream come true. The release of his letters to the press was very nearly the first thing he did upon becoming Pope, and I’m sure it was with deep inner satisfaction that he saw his humble secret wish granted. Those many Librans of both sexes and all faiths, who secretly write lovely poems or prose, and never have the chance to share them with any wider audience than a few intimates, will understand the gentle John-Paul’s shy happiness.
But what touched me even more concerning Libran John-Paul was the first newspaper account I saw of his death, following the sudden heart attack on September 29th, that ended in less than two months, his cheerful, benign reign of goodness, and plans (no doubt) of Venus Peace and Justice. On the front page of the Los Angeles Times that day, within the article describing the mourning in Rome, in one column alone there were three clear references to Pope John-Paul’s Sun Sign. The Times article, in referring to the discovery that the Pope had died in bed the morning after his 11 PM heart attack, said: The light was on, an opened book of meditation lay nearby, and a senior Cardinal noticed that his face still bore its usual smile.
A few paragraphs further on in the story, readers were informed that: A tearful woman, who was praying in St. Peter’s Basilica, said gently, his whole life was in his smile.
Then, at the close of the article, were the quoted words of Archbishop Aurelio Sabattani, as he told thousands attending the Pontiff’s mass in St. Peter’s, that: John-Paul was a man who carried with him the smile of God … … his smile will remain like a beam of light.
Yes. Libra’s Venus smile, its powerful force of energy and light, can be seen by the faithful, the believers and the skeptics alike. No one can resist it. No can deny it. No one can fail to be moved by it. The Venus smile is what made Libran Eleanor Roosevelt a beautiful woman, despite her plain features. It won Librans Eisenhower and Jimmy Carter the Presidency. It has contributed to the grace and beauty of actresses Julie Andrews and Gwyneth Paltrow and actors Roger Moore and Michael Douglas.
The Libra smile … and the dreamy Neptune eyes of Pisces, the Fish. Both indications of the indelible stamp of planetary influence upon the features of Earthlings. Speaking of the Fish, in passing, I meant to comment that St. Peter’s Cathedral, where Archbishop Sabattani eulogized the late Pontiff’s smile, is of course named after the apostle Peter—who (though he was a Sun Sign Aries) is traditionally called the Big Fisherman.
Libra and Pisces form the 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern, which means that neither one has the foggiest idea why the other thinks and acts as he (or she) does. Libra’s motives and attitudes, character and personality are totally foreign and perplexing to the Fish—and Pisces, to Libra, is likewise one huge puzzle. As with all other 6-8 influenced people, the Venus-ruled, dimpled Libran and the Neptune-guided, dual-natured Piscean would probably never even get so far as the first hello if they weren’t somehow brought together by outside forces—outside forces being a job or career, a matchmaking friend or relative, the non-optional accident of being born within the same family circle—or the unplanned (consciously) situation of just happening to live near one another as neighbors. All these influences manage to move Libra and Pisces into close enough proximity to be at least introduced. After that, they’re on their own. Although they would seldom deliberately choose to form an association, once fate has nudged them into a tentative exploration of each other’s strange behavior patterns, a fair number of them are so fascinated by the differences between them that they linger awhile, and finally decide to make the investigation of the mystery a permanent hobby.
One of the things responsible for such a decision is that Libra notices rather quickly the willingness of the Fish to serve Libra in some way. Not necessarily as a butler, a maid or a footman, but in some subtle manner, the Pisces will provide a service to Libra people, whether actual and tangible, or subtle and invisible. It is distinctly felt—and it’s always needed. The service syndrome is even stronger between Pisces and Libra than with the other 6-8 combinations, for the simple reason that Pisces, even without the 6-8 influence, is inclined to provide a helpful service to all Sun Signs. When the Fish meets Libra, therefore, representing as they do the 6th astrological house to the Venus people, and representing also humility and submission to generally everyone, the tendency to be a helpful and beneficent force in Libra’s life is strengthened. But unfortunately, the tendency for a bit of masochism may creep in too—for obvious reasons. Too much of a good thing, you know? And so the Fish must be on guard with the normally kind and fair Librans, lest Libra (unconsciously) takes advantage of this double service vibration and keeps the poor Fish swimming around in circles, making Libra’s existence a great deal more pleasant and easier perhaps, but ending up on the short end of the wishbone. As I recall, the short end of the wishbone doesn’t grant your wish. The one who gets the long end receives first dibs on his (or her) wish, while the one with the short end gets married first.
That isn’t fair. Because Libra, not Pisces, is the one who has the burning desire to marry, and balance his or her life with that of another. In fact, Librans rhyme so melodiously with orange blossoms and Lohengrin’s Wedding March that they suffer from tipped Scales and severe depression if they’re forced to live alone for uncommonly long periods. On the other hand, marriage is usually something the typical Fish view as a dangerous, glittering hook to stifle freedom, and they either successfully avoid it—or if not, then manage to slip in and out of the marital net each time they’re hooked. Many Pisceans are either unmarried meditative loners (by choice, because both the girl and the boy Fish are alluring to the opposite sex) or instead chalk up an amazing number of multiple ventures into matrimonial waters. It’s a rare Piscean who marries only once. They exist, naturally, but they’re like the exotic Butterfly Velvet Crimson species of Nature fish, as compared to the minnows and trout. Relatively speaking, a once-in-a-lifetime wed Fish is as uncommon as a once-in-a-lifetime wed Gemini. To repeat, so as not to hurt those Pisceans who are happily and permanently wed—it happens, but not often.
So here they are, both of them disappointed. Pisces got the short end of the wishbone, Libra got the long end—so it’s Pisces who’s going to be the first one married, which is probably the last thing Pisces wants. And it’s likely what Libra wished for, but although Libra gets the wish, it won’t be first, you see. Libra will have to wait a while longer. Oh, fudge! (Libra is frustrated at having tugged so hard, therefore getting the longer end.) It serves them both right, because neither of them should have been fooling around with a wishbone anyway, since chickens were not placed on this planet for humans to eat. Seeds, nuts, herbs, grains, fruits and vegetables are all for eating. Fish, fowl, birds and animals are not.
The vegetarian controversy is one of the topics these two might choose to become the subject of their next argument (that is, discussion) on Thursday next. It’s the perfect platform for this debating team. Pisces can talk about the religious aspects of it, while Libra plays Judge and weighs on the Libra Scales the moral right of fish and fowl, birds and animals to exist without being forced to become part of the food chain, since they aren’t necessary to human nutrition. It will be a heavy issue for them to handle. The Piscean religious viewpoint alone contains multiple facets, a dozen controversial pros and cons. Libra’s Scales will swing back and forth, trying to sort out all the arguments for and against, to achieve a fair balance—and Pisces will help by adding first a sprinkling of this viewpoint to one tray, then a sprinkling of that to the other tray, assisting the Libran friend, business associate, relative, lover or mate in the task of arriving at a decision. They may begin the religious-spiritual-vegetarian discussion on Thursday next, but they may not finish it until a considerable length of time later.
Meanwhile, while they’re arguing (discussing) the issue, Libra will win a few strategic points by flashing the dimpled Venus smile, Pisces will make carob fudge balls to renew their energies, serve them to Libra on a delicate, hand-painted china plate, with a sky-blue napkin—and everything will be smooth and harmonious, gentle and soft-spoken. Unless some Taurean friend of the Fish happens to drop by, and innocently suggests that everybody take a break and go out for a steak. The Bull will back off (it takes a lot to cause a Bull to back off) when he sees the shock on the faces of Pisces and Libra. Then Libra will laser Taurus with a Venus grin, the Fish will sweetly offer the Bull a carob fudge ball—and what do you want to bet that, between them, Pisces and Libra will soon be baptizing a new convert?
Libra Woman and Pisces Man
Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East. However many you discover, there is always one more. And her sweet, mocking mouth had one kiss on it … … . perfectly conspicuous, in the right-hand corner.
… . . they were together in the armchair by this time, and Wendy plied him with more questions. If you don’t live in Kensington Gardens now … .
Sometimes I do still.
But where do you live mostly now?
With the lost boys …
This thing about the Libra woman’s painful difficulty in making up her mind quickly—best to deal with it in the beginning, don’t you think? Since the male Fish is not noted for firm, aggressive action in solving a problem, we’ll give him a sure-fire formula for coping with the indecisiveness of the Libra lady who has lured him into her net. (He didn’t resist all that much.) It’s really quite easy, once you get the hang of it. I’ll give the Pisces man a step-by-step illustration of the formula, by way of a true incident.
While writing this book in California, I asked an incredibly talented artist-designer, a Capricorn Goat Girl, named Sinthia Sullivan, to create for me a large tapestry, depicting the Egyptian honeymoon scene of two good friends of mine in New York, who were recently married—as a wedding gift. (Cappy Sinthia produces these outrageously stunning works of art, not with a paintbrush, but by using layered, multicolored, multitextured fabrics.) The bride is a Libra woman, named Susan—dimpled, beautiful, intelligent—and indecisive. Her groom’s name is Arthur, and he’s a Scorpio attorney, but really not vital to the story. I didn’t say he wasn’t vital. Just not vital to the story. (One has to be careful with Scorpios.)
So Libran Susan called when the gift arrived, to say, in her musical voice, that she genuinely adored it—so much, that she simply could not make up her mind whether to hang it in the new apartment she and her equally new husband just redecorated—or on the wall of her office at the Metropolitan Opera Guild, where she’s Director of Special Events for the Met. Of course she has an office. Of course she’s an executive. You haven’t been listening. Libra is a Cardinal Sign of leadership. You male Fish must stop dozing off in the middle of your strategy lesson.
Being a Ram myself, therefore overjoyed that she was obviously pleased with her wedding gift, I couldn’t bear the vicarious pain of her indecision, so I told her I would order for her, as a celebration gift (celebrating anything at all) a second tapestry, depicting her favorite opera—so she could hang the Egyptian pyramid at home, and the operatic scene in her office. She was thrilled. So was I. (I was thrilled that she was thrilled.) One decision eliminated.
But then, you see, since the Egyptian tapestry so perfectly matched her new evening gown, down to the several shades of mauve and lilac, deep green and gold (with white satin), and since she would soon be attending a formal reception for the Met near the location of her office, where people would be stopping by, perhaps she should hang, instead, the Pyramid scene in her office—and the operatic scene at home? What did I think? It was, to be sure, an agonizing dilemma. Pay attention, Pisces! Do you know how I neatly solved this first bout of indecision? Very gently, I led her into another decision, which completely blanked out the first one. I asked her which was her favorite opera, so I could tell Sinthia, the Cappy artist-designer, to begin working on the second tapestry. During the anticipated silence of deliberation that followed, I made only one attempt. (It’s important to remember never to try more than once to help Libra balance the Scales, or you’ll spend a great deal of time, better spent planning the final strategy.) My single attempt was to quickly suggest Madame Butterfly. No. That wasn’t quite it. (I really hadn’t expected it to be.) Then I suggested, cheerfully, that Libra take a couple of days to decide, and let me know her ultimate decision.
Two weeks went by. No decision yet. And then, I mailed the beautiful Libran bride a note, in answer to her own gracious thank-you note. I told her that—this is the vital step in the strategy—I told her in my note that, since she couldn’t decide, I would decide for her—that I would choose an opera I just knew would be one of her favorites—and Cappy would begin work on the tapestry approximately the same day my note was received in New York. And you know what happened? She made her decision. Firmly. And finally. And smoothly. Because, you see, this Libra, being a Cardinal Sign of leadership, couldn’t stand having the authority of her personal prerogatives delegated to another. It forced her into an amazingly swift decision.
In summary, the strategy, then, is to (1) replace one topic of indecision with another, since the second decision will often cause the first to be no longer important and (2) make only one suggestion in helping Libra solve the second decision, no more (3) allow a reasonable length of time, since Libra’s decisions, once made, are always the very best choice of all possible alternatives, thanks to the Venus wisdom, fairness, justice, logic and exquisite taste—and finally (4) if no decision is made during the reasonable length of time, make a decision yourself, and firmly pretend you are going to expedite it immediately, if not sooner. Four simple steps.
The only one Pisces will have trouble with is the fourth. It’s never easy for a Fish to be firm, to expedite—or to do anything immediately. Although it must be admitted that the pretending part will be duck soup for the typical Neptune man. He’s quite good at make-believing and pretending. Every Fish is a frustrated actor—or an escaped character who wandered out from between the covers of a Grimm Brothers Book of Fairy Tales one day, to see what was happening out here in this world of illusion everyone but Pisces calls reality. The Fish knows which is which. He never gets mixed up enough to believe dreams are unreal, a world of fantasy, created by the imagination—and Life is the nitty-gritty of it all. No way. This man knows it’s just the opposite. He knows the truth of the matter is that this is the dream—and the dream is where it’s all happening for real.
Now we’ve given these two a subject (dreams versus reality) they can excitedly discuss for many months, maybe years. A topic so fraught with controversy, so lacking in any possibility of final proof (of a tangible sort, that is) it will quickly replace any other arguments the Libra lady and her Pisces man may have been having up till now. The perfect debate for Venus and Neptune Lovers. Dreams are closely related to Neptune, naturally, while Venus adores all things lovely and ethereal … anything with a touch of the imaginative. The Libra logic will be firmly on the side of the actual, and the Fish probably won’t budge from his defense of the esoteric. But it will be interesting for him to watch her try to balance the trays of her Scales between the Libra logic, on the side of reality—and her Venus softness, on the side of the ethereal and romantic.
In fact, this is the very blend of qualities that caught his dreamy attention, and lured him into hopelessly loving her, into becoming helplessly caught up in her net of charm, when he first floated into the sky-blue clouds of her fragrant presence. The irresistible pattern of her masculine logic and intelligent reasoning—combined with her Venusian tenderness and romantic imagination. That seductive Libra mixture of practicality and compassion. Her compassion nearly (though not quite) equals his own. Her practicality is something he could most certainly use. The exposure to it will be eventually beneficial and lasting, even though, at times, uncomfortable.
There’s something vaguely Eastern about the Libra woman that intrigues the Fish. She projects such an essence of autumn-football-weather, apple-cheeked rosiness and campfire wholesomeness at times. Yet, at other times there’s an elusive air of incense and mantras, and temple bells chiming in the distance, that makes him think of Tibet, China, or maybe Japan. He’s very sensitive to pick up on this, because the sign of Libra itself astrologically rules the Orient. She balances the golden-girl-cheerleader image with a mystical hint of ancient rites in a most unusual fashion—and the Neptune chords in him will silently respond.
Because she was born under a masculine (initiating) Cardinal Sign, and he was born under a feminine (passive) Mutable Sign, however dainty and sweet she may be, and however strong and wise he may be—his Libra lady will have the last word when it comes to ruling the relationship. But when it comes to the really last word—goodbye—it could be the Fish who says it. The Pisces man is capable of gradually drifting toward a peaceful pool of tranquility somewhere else, with maybe one of those Butterfly Velvet Crimson female Fish mentioned in the beginning of this chapter, if the Libra woman he loves so deeply becomes too authoritative and demanding, overplaying the Cardinal role in what should be an equal partnership.
He’ll be patient with her, though, and struggle less to escape their tightly woven Oneness than he might with another woman—because of the 6-8 influence. He’s powerfully attracted to her, both spiritually and physically, and she to him. She magnetizes his desire into a more passionate and uncontrollable need than he ever experienced before—just as she’s drawn strangely, against all her logic and reason, into the spell of his pastel rainbow of affection and sensitivity. The Venus vibrations within her soul long for the kind of enchanted ecstasy his haunted, Neptune songs of the sea soothingly promise to fulfill, through memories she sees reflected in his eyes, of a place she’s never quite forgotten, and weeps to revisit, yearning a place she knew well when she was about four or so, where she used to search trustingly in the damp, sweet-smelling grass for diamond necklaces, left there carelessly by the elves and fairies who danced there the night before, while she was sound asleep. It broke her heart with a sharpness she still recalls, that spring morning when a cold-voiced adult told her they were only dewdrops, nothing more. Then it suddenly began to rain, soaking her favorite pink-striped pinafore. Now that she’s mature and sensible, why does the sharp pain of that morning return to her mind every single time it rains?
Her Pisces man may keep some secrets from her, insisting on the sanctuary of his own inner world of privacy, and that kind of almost-deception angers and troubles her. But he would never tell her such a dewdrop lie. He knows all about druid diamonds. She found that out the first night they made love … afterwards. He even tried with her, trembling, to pick them up in his hands. When they disappeared at the instant of human contact, he merely kissed her hair, and whispered that they really didn’t disappear at all … that, through some magic, they were transfigured into a new dimension. See? he murmured quietly, comforting, they didn’t go away. Here they are … they’ve turned into tiny raindrops. And he touched gently, then, the tears on her cheek.
Oh, she’ll miss him if he should ever leave her! As much as he’ll miss the golden dawn of her smile, the way her voice sounds like it’s singing a long-ago lullabye he remembers, even when she’s speaking only ordinary words … or maybe not so ordinary after all … Darling, we really must find some way to add color to this room. It’s so monotone and depressing. Why don’t you paint a mural for us, on the west wall, where the sunlight will strike it every morning? You can, you know. You can do anything at all you want to do. Never mind that they didn’t appreciate you on that last job. Someday, before long, the world will be happier for the things you’ve worked so hard to accomplish, the beauty you create in your own special way. I’ve never been so positive of anything in my whole life as I am of that. I know you’ll be recognized, and finally be able to express everything you’ve held inside, if you keep trying, and don’t give up when your miracle is just around the next corner. You can’t see it till you turn the corner, so you can’t stop when you’re so close. I’m so sure of your tomorrow. Do you know how sure I am?
Yes, he knows. Despite her sometimes bossy manner and upsetting mood swings, he knows she’s the only person who honestly believes in him, and the only one with the right password to suddenly give him the enthusiasm to believe in himself. No one else could so gently guide him away from his what’s the use? response to repeated disappointments. Besides, he’s more than a little moody and changeable too. So who is he to judge her? As for his Libra woman, she knows this is maybe the only man who knows the way to that secret, far-off place, where she can refresh herself, shower in cool starlight, and return, feeling stronger than before. The only one who ever was able to tell her where druid diamonds go when they disappear … and kiss them into returning.
Libra Man and Pisces Woman
The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It is the fairy language. You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to hear it, you would know that you had heard it once before.
Ah, yes … the tinkle of golden bells. They hear them together, the Libra man and the Pisces woman, when they’re cuddling and crooning before a crackling fire on a cold winter night … with Jack Frost making beautiful crystal etchings on the window panes … while outside, the snow falls silently past the yellow glow of the street light.
It’s a cozy canvas of contentment, easily and casually painted by this man and woman, because Pisces and Libra are in no way ordinary children of Mother Earth. He’s airy and dreamy, faintly scented with the sandalwood of Far Eastern mysteries, yet also touched by familiar apple-pie, swing-on-the-front- porch charm. She’s misty and dreamy too, dreamier, even, than he … with the sound of the surf in her eyes, softly foaming against the shore. Yes, I said the sound of the surf in her eyes. It’s called poetic license. Every Libran and Piscean owns a poetic license, neatly framed, and hanging on the walls of their romantic minds.
Suddenly, there’s a chill in the room. Small icicles form between them, and the warm, peaceful scene turns frosty, as their harmonious conversation hits an unexpected discordant note. Because Pisces is overwhelmingly sympathetic to friends and strangers alike, and Libra is usually well informed on current topics of the day, it was only natural that they drifted into a discussion about the drug problem of some friends. The female Fish was seriously concerned because one of the friends had been led into the habit of sniffing cocaine on a weekend ski trip to Aspen last year. She tried to explain to her how cocaine destroys the nasal tissues and cartilage, about the alarmingly rising numbers of those who use it who’ve been forced to have plastic surgery… . and even so, later on the nose simply caves in, leaving the face looking like a grotesque mask. There’s little warning. One day, it just happens. The nose collapses, and can never be permanently repaired. Not ever.
She shuddered, leaned closer to her Libra man, and asked, Isn’t that horrible? He didn’t answer her right away, so then she told him how the friend, instead of being grateful for the warning, had just said coldly, Mind your own business, and how it had hurt her to be so unkindly treated, when she was only trying to help. (The female Fish spreads so much sympathy around so much of the time, she has every right to occasionally seek a few drops for herself.) She listens for his sympathetic words. He’s still silent. But the female Fish is patient, and she doesn’t press him. She waits.
Finally, he sighs, then looks straight into her eyes, as he says sternly, Why are you so shocked at the horror of collapsed noses in cocaine users? Did you ever stop to think what your lungs look like, struggling with all that black glue of the accumulated tars you clog them with from your cigarettes? When are you going to stop smoking? Lungs are just as important to human health as noses are. You need them both to breathe.
It wasn’t quite the response she was seeking. How could he be so unfair as to attack one of her few weaknesses, when all she was asking was some understanding from him about something that was troubling her so much? She drew back then, and as all Pisceans do at times—turned into a cold Fish.
It reminded her of the week before, when she had enthused for half an hour or so about how much she enjoyed the reincarnation plot of the movie they’d just seen, while they were driving home. He had enjoyed it too. She knew he had by his behavior in the theatre—the way his fascinated eyes never left the screen, and he didn’t make a move to leave his seat until the end of the credits, when the house lights went on. Then when she wanted to share the experience with him, he frowned, I thought it was a big bore, he told her. The acting was okay, but it never got off the ground, because the plot was too thin, not complex enough. The dialogue was terrible too.
What is it with this man? Does he have a doctorate in sadism? Does he lie awake at night, figuring ways to put her down, every single time she tries to be cheerful and positive? He’s the one who insisted firmly that they stop visiting the friends who introduced the other friend to cocaine. He remarked just yesterday that he had a good notion to punch the husband in the mouth. How can he change his views so drastically for no reason? Maybe he has a touch of schizophrenia, and needs to see a psychiatrist?
She’s wrong on all counts. He’s not a sadist, he doesn’t hate her, and he doesn’t lie awake at night figuring out how to cruelly put her down. It makes him ache inside when he knows he’s hurt her, so why should he do that? Nor is he a schizophrenic. He’s a Libran. He’s symbolized by the Scales, therefore unconsciously compelled to weigh everything submitted to his ears for judgment. The trays have to be kept even. It isn’t fair to hear one side of anything, without attempting to balance it out with the opposite side.
If she had handled it differently, she would have received the responses she needed from him. If she had mentioned her warning to the friend about cocaine destroying the nose, then sighed and added, But I have no right to caution her, since it looks like I’ll never give up smoking, and I’m sure my lungs are in far worse shape than her nasal tissues, her Libra man would have said something like, What do you mean ‘never’? You stopped once before, darling, and you can do it again. Besides you don’t smoke enough cigarettes to cause anywhere near the damage cocaine will cause to Cindy’s nose in a much shorter time period than all the years you’ve been smoking added together. She was ungrateful to treat you so rudely when you were only trying to help. I’m going to call her and tell her so tomorrow.
After the film, in the car, if the female Fish had remarked, I don’t know why everyone’s raving over Heaven Can Wait. It’s just a re-make of an old movie plot. I didn’t see anything so special about it, did you?—then for the rest of the trip home, Libra would have praised everything about the picture, the acting, directing, plot, color and sound. What do you mean, there’s nothing special about it? How can you say- that? It’s been years since I’ve seen a film I could just relax and enjoy that much. It was terrific?
Now do you see where Librans get their reputations for being impossible people, cranky crocodiles, and all that? They get it, poor dears, from simply trying to be fair and just. Libran film star Michael Douglas personifies every astrological claim ever made about this Sun Sign, every dimple—including that making-you-go-weak-in-the-knees smile, the powerful virility and strength, balanced in equal parts with gentle tenderness—the pulsating masculine macho, blended harmoniously with beautiful sensitivity … intelligence, chiseled features … . the whole Venus rainbow! The perfectly balanced, gleaming golden Scales—but also, the Libran indecision and struggle for fair judgment that occasionally clouds his greedy Gordon Gekko brow.
As with all 6-8 Sun Sign Patterns, with the differences between their basic motivations being so pronounced, it’s never easy for the female Fish and the Libra man to fall in love. However, once they do, the differences often blend in a surprisingly satisfactory way, benefiting both of them equally. They share sentiment and sensitivity in common, as well as a love of beauty. Each of them prefers peace and harmony to aggressive behavior and the strain of controversy. (Libran arguing is never controversy, you see—simply pleasant discussion!) Neither Libra nor Pisces can long endure the sharp reality of tense conflict, and if it should develop because of the severely afflicted horoscope of one of them, the other will soon float away (Libra) or swim away (Pisces) and probably not return. The nice side of it is that the two of them together will also float or swim away from outside pressures, escaping into the haven of each other’s arms for the quiet and peace they need to remain balanced (him) and tranquil (her).
This man and woman can create a romantic bond through their sexual closeness that goes a long way toward smoothing over any difficulties they may have in adjusting their personalities and life-styles. He fills her tender Neptune heart with all the affection she’s ever yearned for, instinctively knowing how to demonstrate his love for her physically in the gentle, considerate way she needs, a way that makes her trust him. She brings the same kind of fulfillment to him, sensing his desires almost telepathically. There’s a rich passion, interwoven with a dreamy quality, to their lovemaking … and perhaps not all the time, but most of the time, it reaches the level of ecstasy poets try to express. These two can express it naturally with each other, composing their own original music and lyrics as they go along … never the same, changing with their moods, but always soft with promise.
The two of them may have to be careful that they don’t lead one another into procrastination and pleasure seeking, because both are susceptible to nearly any form of seduction, whether it’s laziness, drugs, alcohol … or daydreams that never leave the ground. Otherwise, Pisces and Libra can be very happily mated, as their hearts gradually learn to beat to the same rhythm. Her mystical, unswerving faith in him, and his optimistic, cheerful support of her occasional feelings of inadequacy form a strong and beautiful foundation for a lasting kind of love.
She may sometimes complain that he isn’t perceptive enough to seek the reasons behind the reasons for some of her moods and feelings, that he’s often too coldly logical and detached in his approach. But she’s perceptive enough herself to realize he’s only that way half of the time—and if she’s patient, if she waits a little while, his compassion will shine through his smile again. He may be disturbed because the house isn’t as neat as he’d like, when she casually postpones things he wants her to do, and he may be puzzled by her faraway look when he’s trying to explain things to her reasonably. But she’ll wrap him in the quilts of emotional peace and coziness he needs, and this will make up for all the rest. She’s so innately sympathetic, and he’s so innately fair, there’s always a way to solve their disagreements.
The Pisces woman and the Libra man are both wise, each with a different kind of wisdom. His is acutely intellectual (despite his sentimental, romantic leanings) and hers is deeply emotional (despite her outward calm, cool poise). It’s a magical alchemy, and since they’re both usually willing to compromise, they can make each other very happy. But if she smokes, she’ll have to give up those cigarettes to prove she loves him. And he’ll have to stop being so judgmental. She’s not his housekeeper, his laundress or his valet. She’s his partner … his woman. The sea nymph with the sound of the surf in her eyes, who fits so snugly in his lap, before the fire, when the snow is falling outside. Do you hear the tinkle of golden bells? I believe we’ve come full circle, back to their beginning.
|Ruled by Pluto||Ruled by Pluto|
|Symbols: Scorpion & Eagle||Symbols: Scorpion & Eagle|
|Night Forces—Feminine||Night Forces—Feminine|