… . . they knew it was make-believe, while to him makebelieve and true were exactly the same thing. This sometimes troubled them, as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners.
An ancient Chippewa song begins:
as my eyes search the prairie
I feel the summer … in the spring
These words were surely chanted in the Garden of the Gods, at sunrise, by an Aquarian Chippewa. They express so clearly the essence of the Water Bearers, who feel the summer in the spring—and the winter in the fall—always a season ahead of everyone else. Their Uranus vision, spanning the years, the decades, and even the centuries, gives them the benefit of an extra dimension or two, which accounts for the vague expression in their eyes.
The rare ability to gaze into the world of Tomorrow, while remaining acutely conscious of the world of Today, involves the Intelligence, the Instinct and the Imagination, functioning together as a trinity, smoothly and simultaneously. When Pisceans peek into Tomorrow, they often ignore Today—and the brief glimpses into the Future that Sagittarians occasionally experience are just that—brief moments of prophecy. Scorpios become too intensely involved in whatever dimension they’re floating within, to pay heed to any others at the same time. Only the Water Bearers can juggle the Intelligence, Instinct and Imagination as a triplicity, allowing them to form a three-dimensional image of Past, Present and Future, which is perfectly synchronized. Now do you see why Aquarius is called the Sign of Genius?
Some Aquarian men and women enjoy it so much out there in Tomorrow, or Yesterday, however, that they forget their synching talent, and decide to visit there for a while, in their astral bodies, leaving their flesh bodies behind them to manage as best they can during the absence, walking around zombie-like, neither hearing nor seeing, and speaking in an unintelligible mumble. Do you see why Aquarius is also called the Sign of Insanity?
Ah, Genius and Insanity! They go together, like pickles and pumpernickel, and every single Aquarian who has ever walked the Earth is the first, while also being harassed, from time to time, by the second—or accusations of it. From Stockard Channing to Lewis Carroll, from Abraham Lincoln to Tom Brokaw, from Ayn Rand and Norman Mailer to Vanessa Redgrave and Charlie Brown’s dog, Snoopy (alias Joe Cool and the Red Baron) Aquarians are well aware that they possess this half-and-half nature, and they are all rather marvelously untroubled by it, happily admitting their quirks, like Aquarian astrologer Carroll Righter, who cheerfully quipped, when his mother called him an odd duckling—Well, quack quack!
Grand Old Opry star Minnie Pearl told about a man in her home town who wasn’t very bright. After he opened his mouth and said, Howdy! he had told you everything he knew, claimed Minnie. She shouldn’t have judged him too hastily. He could have been an Aquarian, out there on one of his extended trips into the ethers.
The Aquarians who keep an even keel between all dimensions more often than they get lost in a Space Warp, are the prophets, visionaries, creative brains and inventive geniuses of mankind and womankind. They gather the Waters of Wisdom and Higher Truth from the deep wells of Tomorrow, and pour it out in a continuous flow, in their weird guises of pixilated scientists and inventors, musicians, artists, writers, politicians, cab drivers, barbers and Chippewa Indian Chiefs and Squaws. That’s sort of where it’s at with Aquarius, it being their consciousness, and at being the triple dimension of Time and Space they visit.
As for the Bulls, we can sum up their position in Time and Space very quickly. Taurus exists in solid, tangible form in the Here and Now. Never mind the Heretofore or the Hereafter. One dimension is usually more than satisfactory for both the male and the female Bulls. As far as these men and women are concerned, there are quite enough problems to be solved on this level, in the Present, without flying around looking for trouble on other levels in the Past or Future. Tomorrow was made for some, perhaps. But to Taurus, Tomorrow may never come. Take care of Today.
Unlike Aquarius, Taurus is neither weird nor pixilated. Taurus personifies Norman Rockwell’s paintings—all of them. The Bull’s eyes do not contain the Aquarian’s vague expression. They are soft, serene—and sometimes beady, when the Bull is in a fury (which occurs most infrequently, but when it does, makes up for its rarity with intensity). However, Taureans do often mumble, like Aquarians, in unintelligible monosyllables, at times, like Yep—Nope—Uh-Huh—Huh-Uh—and Grmmmpphhff. So in this respect, there’s a faint resemblance between them. These two were both born under a Fixed Sign, giving them also in common a certain Fixity of purpose (you might prefer to call it obstinacy). Outside of these similarities, they’re as far apart as two humans can be, and still recognize one another as being from the same planet. (It must be admitted here, in all honesty, that sometimes Taurus and Aquarius do not recognize one another as being from the same planet.) Taurus desires to retain the status quo. Aquarius desires to change it.
Picture these two, eyeing each other across a room, or across the street. Aquarius, the Bouncing Crystal Ball—and Taurus, the immovable, but lovable Lump of Earth. It’s difficult to imagine their conversation, if they should decide to draw closer, isn’t it? I mean, after all, what does an immovable, but lovable Lump of Earth say to a Bouncing Crystal Ball? Grrmmmpphhff? And what, in heaven’s name, does a Bouncing Crystal Ball say to an immovable, but lovable Lump of Earth? Howdy!??? Well, let me tell you that, regardless of what the folks in Minnie Pearl’s home town might have believed, this mutual greeting definitely never conveyed all that either of them knew.
Taurus is not inclined to be a chatterbox, blabbing all his (or her) knowledge to strangers. However, the practical facts and common sense the Bulls have cautiously accumulated, and carefully stored in their heads, are nonetheless powerful mental tools, when they choose to sharpen them and go to work building a house, a financial empire, a career—or a firm approach to love and friendship. Grrmmmpphhff is assuredly not all Taurus knows. But it may be all the Bulls are willing to tell an Aquarian on short acquaintance, until they’ve had time to decide if the Water Bearer is worth the energy required for any further chit-chat.
As for Aquarius, the Uranus-ruled men and women always know far more than they spill carelessly out of their little brown jugs. They receive their kicks from life by playing W. C. Fields, speaking in Sanskrit, underwater … sometimes varying this by switching to Peter Lorre or Boris Karloff, whispering through a megaphone, while chewing bubble gum underwater. When they’re on dry land, they use a word scrambling device (invisible, of course) that makes their Uranian conversations often sound like a tape being played backwards, at high speed. Even when their remarks are clear enough to sound like a tape being played forward, at slow speed, there are usually lots of blank spots, where the tape has been erased. Haven’t you noticed that? Taurus has noticed it, frequently, and gives a disgusted grunt or Grrmmmpphhff, refusing to try to cope with such nonsense. Or … do the Water Bearers perhaps just flip off their switches now and then, when they want to splice out a thought, an idea, a feeling or a concept too far advanced for the ordinary mortal to comprehend? Whatever, the point is that Taurus and Aquarius will communicate with one another exactly in the same manner they each communicate with the rest of us—in their own time, and in their own way.
This is a 4-10 Sun Sign Pattern, which means that compatibility and comprehension between these two is achieved only with effort—and is rewarded with that good feeling of having accomplished something worthwhile, when it is finally achieved. Assuming they’ve broken the ice with Grrmmmpphhff and Howdy! how do they then break down the bashful barriers of Taurus, and the detachment of Aquarius, to get into action as a unity? It depends on many factors. To begin with, Taurus has a great deal more reserve of manner than do the typical, friendly, gregarious Water Bearers. Even the timid Aquarians count everyone as friend, from the postman to the president (the president of the local Junior League, or the President of the United States—Aquarius hardly knows the difference). It’s all they can do, these people, to keep themselves straightened out on the difference between girls and boys, top and bottom, up and down, black and white, cold and hot, and all that. A typical Aquarian is not prejudiced in his or her choice of buddies. Buddy is a term Uranian folk use to describe lovers, husbands, wives, cats, dogs, squirrels, children, neighbors, dolphins, muggers, pickpockets, relatives and so on. They are all buddies. Sometimes this is varied with my pal, my old buddy, my good buddy, my friend—but never my best friend. Aquarians are no more partial to friends than they are selective of them, so no one ever becomes the Aquarian’s best friend.
Taurus is just one of the crowd. The Bulls may bring along their empty cups if they wish, and the Water Bearers will fill them. But Uranus-ruled men and women (and children) have little patience with the Bull’s long silences and pouting spells. There are too many thirsty people out there who need their time and attention, and a long drink from the waters of Uranian Wisdom.
It takes the average Taurean several years to make a friend—a real friend, not counting relatives and casual acquaintances. It takes Aquarius approximately only five seconds to say, Howdy, Buddy! Then you’ve been told, you believe, all he (or she) knows, in Uranus Sanskrit, of course, or maybe in Aquarian hieroglyphics—so now you’re friends, right? Taurus is suspicious of friendships made quickly, taken lightly, and so loosely defined.
If these two work through a harmonious Sun-Moon-Ascendent relationship between their birth charts, they’ll eventually begin to speak the same language, and be able to communicate. Even without help from a favorable Luminary and Ascendent exchange, and other such harmonious aspects in their horoscopes, they’ll learn many valuable lessons from each other, and the mutual education could be fun and firecrackers, as well as mentally and emotionally stimulating—causing their souls to stretch. Souls need exercise too, just like bodies. That’s the purpose of the 4-10 vibration.
With a square or opposition between their mutual Luminaries, and Ascendents, these two Sun Signs may have to learn to protect themselves in the clinches. The Bulls will balk at the airy nonchalance of the Aquarians, who may seem to be looking down and patronizing them, from up there in the clouds. The Water Bearers will need a firm grip to keep from slipping over the wobbly line between Genius and Insanity, when the earthy Taureans make them feel they’re pulling the dead weight of the Bull’s disapproval behind them on their trips into outer space.
Although there’s a rumor that a lone cow once crashed the scene in a grand leap, it’s difficult for a Bull to jump over the Moon, for all his (or her) splendid strength—as hard as it is for an Aquarian to be confined by a barbed wire fence, in a peaceful, but monotonous pasture. But if it’s true that the dish ran away with the spoon, why can’t a Bull frolic happily with a Water Bearer? In the realms of tolerance and joy, cats can play fiddles, and—Hey-diddle-diddle! a Bull can jump over the Moon! I just checked my notes, and several of the astronauts were Sun Sign Taureans. What do you know? Life is full of surprises, as any Aquarian can tell you. Even if you don’t ask.
Taurus Woman and Aquarius Man
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
Oo! … … She was wriggling her body in distress.
Very little comes as a surprise to an Aquarian man, considering his intuitive nature. Still, he may not be prepared for what happens after he knocks around with a Taurus woman for a spell. Here he is, a man with a firm set of ethics (they may be peculiar, but they are his own, and they are firm—or rather, Fixed). He has a great feeling for humanity. He’s interested in everybody, he has no prejudices against the female sex, the male sex, or people of any other sex. Yet, look at the hurt he’s caused her, all unawares. How can he have hurt her? They had so much fun together at the zoo. He was just trying to be her big brother. Her friend. Her pal. Her buddy.
A Taurus female was formed for romance by Mother Nature, and this is not a female who argues with Mother Nature. Where he made his mistake with her was back at the beginning. The first time he found himself concentrating his fitful, but flattering attention on her, asking her shocking questions of an intimate sort, and pulling on his ear sympathetically when she cried, he should have made a special effort—to notice that she’s a woman. She’s certainly aware that he’s a man. She noticed it right off. And to her, the romantic arithmetic then became quite simple. One male plus one female equals ecstasy—on several levels, not the least of which is the sensual gratification of touching.
Aquarians reading this may need an interpretation of the word touching. It means kissing, hugging, holding hands, and all sorts of things. It means, like—well, human bodily contact. Flesh-to-flesh. Human bodily contact is something which not all, but many Water Bearers, fear as they fear the black plague. (The black plague is what you get if someone uses your towel or toothbrush. Or the white plague. Either one. Both deadly.) It isn’t that Aquarians are against touching itself, but it leads to—what do they call it—two becoming one? Or some nonsense like that. Aquarius feels safer when two remain two. That way, he’s sure of where he stands. Alone. Free of obligations, and in no danger of losing his individuality. If you’re going to go around touching people, especially girl-type people, who knows what you’re letting yourself in for? Especially if she forgets to bring her own towel when they go swimming. Maybe even the black or white plague!
Perhaps he was devoting himself to her for the purpose of taking her apart to see how she ticks or tocks, with the same fascination he has for all forms of experimentation. But she didn’t realize she was only a guinea pig for his curious mind. When he invited her to bring her own pizza and root beer, and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade from his roof, she thought he was, well—to be honest—a little crazy. Still, it was a wonderful kind of crazy, and when she considered it carefully (as Taureans always do) she decided he wouldn’t invite just any old gal to hang around on his roof with him. She then concluded it meant he loved her.
Maybe he did. But an Aquarian man has a way of switching love-at-first-sight into friendship, as a sort of test of its deeper worth, then letting it rust there. To a Taurus woman, such neglect of mutual emotional needs is a sure way to become a real-born-loser. She believes that genuine love doesn’t strike but once (sometimes not even that often) in a lifetime. Why risk missing it by not recognizing it, and giving it a chance? She’s astrologically right. Real love (meaning the twin soul union) is a rare and beautiful experience. It’s a sad thing to miss it, and have to catch up with it in a future incarnation. Even though Aquarius is the natural ruler of the eleventh astrological house of karmic love, many Aquarians do miss it. They rank right alongside Virgos and Sagittarians in their inclination toward bachelorhood, and in their desire to avoid confinement in the institution of marriage. Of course, there are compensations. They also avoid mistakes. That’s a good thing to avoid with this Sun Sign combination, considering it’s a 4-10 vibration. If it should happen to be a mistake, and they get married, it won’t take much strain to unravel the knot.
There are exceptions, but the average Taurean female who is unhappily involved with an Aquarian male is more vulnerable to being devastated by it than he is. Once she falls in love, she intends it to last forever-and-three-days. That would be his original intention too, except for his proclivity for eccentric action, which she may not anticipate, because he can’t even predict it himself, and heaven knows he can’t explain it. He’s a Fixed Sun Sign, so it is conceivable and even possible for him to remain contented with the right woman for a lifetime. But when he’s not contented, his Uranus vibes will make the final split much easier for him to bear than for her.
Aquarius adapts smoothly to change, when it’s necessary (sometimes even when it isn’t), despite his Fixity in daily, personal habits. Taurus does not. To her, change is frightening. It means the new, the strange, the untried and the unfamiliar. She feels emotionally safe, secure, protected in her lover’s arms, once there’s been intimacy between them. She’s used to him. Like she’s used to her hair style, her faded jeans, her old vinyl records, her broken-down coffee pot, and her broken-in tennies—with much more depth of feeling, of course. Even if living with him is full of friction, to the point of being unbearable, she’ll postpone ending the misery through separation or divorce as long as she stubbornly believes there’s still hope. You have to admire her staying power. But when and if she does finally make up her mind to leave him, she’ll go. And nothing will bring her back. That is, if she was serious about leaving, and not just trying it as a last, desperate resort. If it’s the latter, her faith and efforts may be rewarded, because the temporary break provides a change from monotony, and forces him to take a fresh interest in the changing scene. It’s a strategy some Taurus women use successfully, even going so far as to feign a love affair with a handsome gigolo type, which often has the effect of jerking Aquarius back from his world out yonder, and waking him up to the possibility that he’s losing more than a comfortable friendship. He may start having nightly hot flashes and cold chills, as he remembers the funny way her nose wrinkles when she laughs, the way she sings off key in the shower—(and uses her own towel)—the sleepy-soft look in her eyes on Sunday mornings, her blueberry pancakes, the little feminine mooing sounds she makes when she’s been well loved, her wacky jokes, her shiny hair, her scented skin, her—well, maybe she was more than just another buddy. She was so great at pulling splinters out of his toes, massaging his back, having faith in his visions, making things cozy, making poverty fun, making his headaches disappear, making potato soup, making money stretch, making love—yes, she’s something more than a pal. She’s really something else.
So, he pedals his bike to her pad, brings her a pet mouse as a peace offering, shoves a bunch of ragged dandelions in her hand, gives her a lopsided grin, and asks shyly, Hey, sexy! You want to play house again? However, if she’s not using the walkout as romantic strategy—if it is, instead, the result of her careful deliberation—he can stuff the mouse and the dandelions back in his pocket. A Bull once gone, is gone. He could move a mountain more easily than he could sway the Taurus woman into trying again, once she decides it’s really over between them.
Without a favorable Sun-Moon aspect between this (or any other) 4-10 Sun Sign Pattern, the slightest breeze may rock the boat, and cause a shipwreck. Because his Uranus reflexes are quicker than hers, he may sail away before she realizes what happened, and she’ll be left floating around in a sea of emotions without a life preserver, and she’s of the Earth element, not Water. That’s why Bulls are in more danger than Water Bearers when love goes on the rocks. With planetary assistance from a harmonious Sun-Moon aspect in their mutual charts, however, they can survive the storms and knit a bright crazy-quilt of living and loving, stuffed with soft feathers of compassion and affection, to keep them warm and toasty while they fight and kiss and make-up periodically.
Their sexual relationship may be frustrating and unfulfilling, unless she caters to his need for change by matching his madness. If he surprises her by wearing a Donald Duck face mask to bed, or letting their pet mouse loose under the blankets to nibble her toes, she shouldn’t pout stubbornly, or sleep in the guest room. She should shock him right back with her own little surprises, like wearing his dandelions in her hair at night—making a bedspread out of old Union Jacks, wired with a music box that plays God Save the Queen when she presses the button—or maybe painting the ceiling with luminous stars and galaxies, like the one at the Hayden Planetarium, so he can lie there and try to spot the Big Dipper while they’re making love. Anything to vary the scene.
He’ll have to take the time, and have the patience, to understand and fill her deep hunger for affection, and for the sensual in lovemaking. She needs expressions of love at times other than their sexual union. But this man can be a sensitive, considerate lover, if the Taurus girl-woman tries a little harder to be tolerant of his little sexual, emotional and romantic idiosyncrasies. She’ll have to realize that his Uranus passion is mental, as well as physical, and find imaginative ways to blend his abstract desires with her more centered and traditional sexual needs. It’s a constant challenge to arouse this man to the point of pure, sky rocket passion, but worth the effort, because Aquarius can bring to sexual Oneness an unexpected magic, that turns on the heart and soul, as well as the physical senses.
One word of warning. The pet mouse he may use as a conciliatory gesture when they’ve quarreled—he’d better make that a gerbil. Taurus people are very closely related, not to just bulls and cows, but also, on a different, but equally powerful vibration, to the elephant. You know what elephants do when they see a mouse. She’s liable to do the very same thing. Scream or trumpet chillingly, toss her trunk in the air wildly, in great fright, and leap across the room … into his arms. Oh, I see. That’s why he brought the mouse! Hmmmm. Never underestimate the canny calculations of an Aquarian male. He always knows exactly what he’s doing, however daffy he may appear while he’s doing it.
These two are different. She’s a female. He’s a male. She’d like him to treat her as a woman, he’d like to be treated as a man. She deserves it. He may not. (But men are dreary sorts—boys are more fun.) She likes thick carpets and plush, plump furniture. He’d just as soon sack out in a tent. She likes to scrub her skin with a scented back brush, in a tub of water, filled with perfumed oils. He likes to beat his skin with bamboo leaves, Japanese style, in the shower. She’s tuned in to peace and quiet—which he calls boredom. He’s tuned in to excitement and controversy—which she calls bedlam.
She may eventually lose her normally well controlled temper and patience, and tell him to go get someone else to pull the splinters out of his toes. Still, if he can teach her how to fly a little, and she can teach him how to get it together … … well, who knows? If is a little word, with a big meaning. But love is a four letter word, with infinite power.
Taurus Man and Aquarius Woman
Poor kind Tootles, there is danger in the air…
The fairy Tink who is bent on mischief this night is looking for a tool, and she thinks you the most easily tricked of the boys.
An Aquarian is a very special kind of woman, who needs a very special kind of man. Then again, there are those who would say she is a weird kind of woman, who needs a super patient kind of man.
Most of those people would be Bulls, plugging themselves by reminding you that they are super patient sorts, along with their other virtues. The feminine Water Bearer’s personality is unique, and to most of us, unique means special. To an Earth Sign, however, unique normally means weird. Strange. Not-to-be-believed. It’s simply a matter of definition. The important thing for the Bull to remember is that this lady is different. She intrigues the masculine Taurean because she’s mysterious. It’s not the mystery he senses around a Scorpio woman—the mystery of wondering if she’s evil or pure, if she’s cool or warm. With this Uranus lady, it’s the mystery of wondering if she’s for real. It fascinates him. And well it might.
She has a delightfully vague air about her. That’s only natural. She was born under an Air Sign. It’s hard to define. Like, when she begins a sentence, and leaves it hanging there, in mid-air… . when she stares off into the distance, while he’s saying ‘I love you’… . has trouble remembering his name. Things like that. Later, the Bull will discover that she was only too clearly present and aware at those times when he thought her attention was wandering. She didn’t miss a nuance. Her seeming vagueness is merely a signal that she’s mentally floating around, waiting until the scene catches up with where she’s already gone—ahead. It’s such a bore when a man can’t travel on her electrical circuit, so she instinctively fades away or tunes in to a different channel. An Aquarian female can be here—or she can be there—but here or there, she’s always very far out.
Since she’s as much of an individualist about romance as she is about everything else, this lady makes up her own rules about love as she goes along. Whatever they may be, whether puritanical or permissive by other people’s standards, she’s true to them, and to herself. It’s this very quality of self-honesty and integrity that attracts the Bull to the female Water Bearer like a magnet, and causes him surprisingly often to tolerate her romantic rules, even when they rub against his grain and grit. He clearly sees her as one of the few really honest people left in the world. One of the few ethical, reliable, dependable … . . oh, now, wait just a minute. Hold it right here. Honest and ethical she is. But you are inviting trouble, Taurus man, if you start out by expecting this woman to be reliable and dependable.
It’s true that she’s Fixed in purpose and intent, being born, like the Bull, under a Fixed Sign. She’s also an excellent organizer (for all her deceptive fuzziness of manner) and like him, she likes to save and accumulate things. Not because she’s economical, a scavenger, or a pack rat—or for any of those sensible, practical (to Bulls) reasons. She saves and accumulates things that just happen to strike her fancy. Like the tassel from Robert E. Lee’s baby bootie she bought at an auction down south—or the tiny clapper from the bell on the desk of her fifth grade schoolteacher. She leans toward antiques (the Bull leans toward breaking them) and she saves all sorts of nonsense, like her old friendship bracelet, her father’s shaving cup, the nude picture a friend took of her when she was soaking up the sun one summer. Stop pawing and snorting, the friend was female—and most Uranus-ruled women are not modest in the company of their own sex, in the woods, when there’s no one around. Some of them are not overly modest in crowds either, but let’s not talk about those Water Bearers—the Bull has not fallen in love with this type, you can bet your baby bootie tassel on that. Her fondness for antiques (if she’s a typical Aquarian) may annoy the Bull to the point of great frustration, and huge exasperation. (Everything Taurus does is great or huge, never petty or teeny-tiny.) This man may enjoy the tradition of the past, and well made furniture, created by craftsmen to last more than three weeks, but he won’t go for those fragile, dainty antiques that fall apart when you sit on them. Many a Bull has fallen plumb through an eighteenth-century chair his Aquarian mate has purchased—while he’s reading the stock market reports in the evening paper. And I tell you that a Bull, who has fallen through the seat of a chair on his backside—hard—can be quite bearish about the whole matter. He’s capable of picking up the offending chair and smashing it into splinters, while smashing her feelings at the same time, by shouting, KEEP THESE @@ ## !! % ¢ & ** (expletives deleted) SILLY PIECES OF JUNK OUT OF MY WAY! YOU SPENT ENOUGH MONEY FOR THAT @@ ## !! % ¢ & ** THING TO BUY A WHOLE HOUSEFUL OF SOLID, SENSIBLE FURNITURE. I WANT A LAZY-BOY RECLINER IN THIS ROOM, IN THIS VERY CORNER BY TOMORROW NIGHT—AND WHEN I COME HOME FROM WORK, IT HAD BETTER BE THERE, EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO CARRY IT HOME FROM THE STORE ON YOUR BACK, WOMAN. (Taurus men are always boss in their homes.)
And what does his Air Sign Aquarian woman have to say about her Bull’s furious rampage about the chair? She could quite likely ask him, Listen, Jumbo, what’s a four-letter word that rhymes with truck? (She’s working a crossword puzzle in the part of the newspaper he wasn’t reading.) In his angry state, he may supply her with a most rude and uncouth, vulgar answer, such as—schmuck. (Especially if he’s a Taurean of the Hebrew persuasion.) Suddenly, her face will light up, and she’ll say, I’ve got it! Luck! I have to use an ‘L,’ because vertically, it has to spell Lixivate—up and down. I was going to use Buck, but the ‘B’ wouldn’t work, going the other direction, where I needed another ‘L’ for Lithoid. Thanks anyway, but I don’t need an ‘s,’ and besides ‘schmuck’ has seven letters, and I told you I needed four. By the way, do you know what the work ‘lithoid’ means? It means: made of stone, resembling a stone, or a stony structure. That’s cute. I think I’ll call you that from now on, instead of Jumbo. Lithoid.
He stares at her in silence, at a total loss for words. Then suddenly, without warning, a bolt of Uranus lightning strikes, and she tosses the newspaper in his face, yelling, Carry your @@ ## !! % ¢ & ** chair home on your own back, Lithoid. I’m going on a camping trip tomorrow, by myself—and I’ll be gone a week or more. Don’t call me, I’ll call you if I feel like it, which I probably WON’T! She slams the door, jumps in the SUV, guns the engine and takes off, speeding down the street, on her way to nowhere—to calmly think things over. That’s the sort of thing you can expect when two Fixed personalities have a disagreement, and one of them (her) is susceptible to those sudden, unexpected Uranian outbursts.
These two, let us remember, are governed by the tense 4-10 Sun Sign Pattern influence, and are often agitated by this troublesome vibrational energy, into confrontation. They should both be aware that each of their tempers may explode when least anticipated. The Bull always surprises and shocks when he becomes really angry, simply because his rages occur so seldom. The Aquarian is also prone to shock and surprise her lover or husband with her anger, simply because she’s ruled by Uranus, and most everything this planet incites her to do is done without warning. She’ll come home in fifteen minutes or so, her anger cooled, and bring him a gift, a peace offering—perhaps a puppy she found wandering around, homeless. If the puppy is warm, soft and cuddly, her Taurus man will probably melt, squeeze it—and her—and say they can keep it, but only if she promises to housebreak it. She’ll promise, sweetly … and peace will be restored again. But it may be a temporary truce, unless their Suns and Moons and Ascendents are in harmonious aspect between their birth charts. If they are not, they’re both going to need to acquire some self-discipline, and realize that volatile is not an eight-letter word that rhymes with happiness.
Let’s return to their mutual inclination to save things. (The 4-10 explosion has a way of causing trains of thought to leap off the track.) Like her, the Bull is fond of saving old memories, in the form of junk, although he’ll claim, bashfully and stubbornly, that they have some sensible use. They don’t, but she should let him think they do. (Crabs like to save things too, but for different reasons. Partly sentiment, yes, but mostly because they get their claws stuck, and can’t let go.) All right. She and he are both Fixed, therefore, they are both good organizers, and they tend to accumulate. However, when it comes to the quality of dependability, Aquarius is the black sheep of the Fixed family. (Black sheep is not a negative term—they’re the sheep that have the gumption to be different, you know.) The other three Fixed Signs, Taurus, Leo and Scorpio, are duly dependable, but this is the place where Aquarius jumps off the boat.
She’ll try like blazes to keep a promise, and put forth a Herculean effort to be on time for appointments. She’ll seldom retract anything she’s said, if she felt it deeply when she said it, and this is all admirable. But her eccentricities of dress and manners, her sudden Uranus zigs and zags of behavior, her unexpected switches, and the surprises she delights in giving you, cannot be described as dependable. They can only be described as unsettling.
The Taurus man is generally conventional, his behavior predictable, he neither likes to zig, nor to zag, and even his worst enemy could never call him eccentric. The Bull is a conformist at heart, which is why any kind of protest or resistance to the status quo, throws him into a quiet, but despairing tizzy. So Taurus patiently sits in his home, wondering and privately worrying about protecting his property against wild eyed, anonymous maniacs out there on the streets, and searching desperately, like Diogenes, for an honest man. At the very least, an honest woman.
Along comes the Aquarian woman, with the courage of her convictions carried high and shining, and he thinks his search is over. But what about her eccentricities? Those funny clothes she wears, her peculiar hair style, her odd statements and her sympathy with those dangerous, wild-eyed maniacs? Is it because she’s a mere female that she doesn’t have enough sense to be alarmed by what’s happening in the world around her? Maybe she needs him to protect her.
I won’t deny she may need protection. But the reason she’s not alarmed is because, after all, she knows there’s never any need to conform to anything, unless you want to. She’s always been content to live by the seashore, without knocking folks who prefer the mountains. She’s always worn her hair the way it pleased her, whether her friends were bald or pigtailed. What’s wrong with going to church on Sunday, then having lunch with an atheist afterwards? This Aquarian female’s motto is simply to live and let live.
Now, this last part Taurus will understand. He’s perfectly willing to live and let live, as long as he can grumble a little when things don’t suit him. They’re both inclined to let it be, but they should apply that philosophy to themselves, as well as to the world, and not ridicule each other’s personal convictions. As with all 4-10 couples, each cramps the other’s style somewhat, and it pinches.
Her Aquarian inclination to the abstract extends to her sexuality, and since there’s nothing whatsoever abstract about the Bull’s sexual needs, this can instigate a little insomnia. She’s not a woman who is obsessed with sensuality and eroticism, although she may be quite curious about it. Her approach to love-making is airy and complicated; his is simple and earthy. Physical desire never runs as strong or as deep in Aquarius as it does in Taurus. Yet, there’s something in the Bull’s warm, affectionate nature that touches her heart, and makes her want to please him. And there’s something about her off-beat passions, so honest and direct, that brings out a gentle tolerance in the Taurus man, a sort of surge of protectiveness, which certainly won’t dilute his manhood.
She may overwhelm him with her fierce love hunger one night, then seem to float away from his touch the next. He may not be aware that her physical desire can be aroused by the funny way he whistled while he was clumsily peeling an orange for breakfast (hours before bedtime)—excited by the frosted fairyland scenes etched on a winter windowpane—and dampened by a newscast she heard, just before dinner, about how many millions of babies and children, all over the world, die of starvation every single hour. And she may not be aware that her Bull needs more than a few pats and hugs to keep him contented. He needs his head scratched (literally), his hand held, his nose kissed and his ears filled with gentle, baby-soft, tender words—on a very regular basis.
However much love surrounds this man, he’s always greedy for more of it. Yet, however much she may be devoted to him, the Aquarian woman is compelled to share her love with her friends, and with all of humanity, in general. Sometimes, it may seem to these two as if there’s just not enough love to go around. There never is, when you’re taking it. Only when you’re giving it. An inexhaustible supply.
|Ruled by Venus||Ruled by Neptune|
|Symbol: The Bull||Symbol: The Fish|
|Night Forces—Feminine||Night Forces—Feminine|