Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets'
secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain,
and she reports regularly on her findings there.
Café Part Three:
military man I recognized as Saturn sat quietly at the bar, staring
straight ahead. I glanced sideways at him and considered the physical
form he'd chosen to "wear"—thick glasses, receding hairline, and a meticulously
clean and well-pressed uniform. I thought of speaking, but decided against
it. He looked awfully serious—in fact, his very presence made me sit
up even straighter in my chair. Suddenly, he turned to me, grimacing
at the sound of Jupiter's hearty laughter. "So how are you doing with
Saturn Lays Down the Law
almost choked on a sip of wine. I'm a Sagittarian, after all, and
my kind isn't notoriously good at budgeting anything. "I'm sorry?"
money. How's it going?" He was staring straight at me, so I knew avoiding
the question wasn't an option—but I also wasn't very comfortable discussing
money matters in public. My Venus is in my Twelfth House, a place
where we hide what's not easy for us to express. I licked my lips
and answered him—softly. "Um, well, things are good, I guess. Why?"
smiled—at least, I think that's what it was—and said, "Because it's
my job to check, as you know, my dear." I had to agree because I understood
perfectly what he was talking about. Saturn is the planet of discipline,
rules and structure. The sign he's moving through at the moment shows
where and how we're going to be tested. Since Saturn is in Taurus
and Taurus is the sign that's in charge of money, possessions and,
in general, what we "hold dear" or value, it certainly was his job
to check. But that didn't mean I was happy about it. Who looks forward
to report cards?
I'm working a lot, but things are still a little tight. But that's
okay," I quickly added. "I'm not afraid to work hard."
tossed me a glance I'll swear was sarcastic and said "Really? What
do you call hard?”
felt a surge of heat race up my back. I placed my glass carefully
in the center of my cocktail napkin and turned toward him with an
attitude. I was going to tell him that I knew quite well what hard
work was, since I'd started working at fifteen, often had as many
as three jobs at once and hadn't ever been unemployed. Fortunately,
a large hand on my shoulder stopped me from alienating a planet it's
really not wise to alienate. It was Uncle Jupiter, once again saving
me at the exact, perfect time.
threw a handful of hundreds on the bar, and said, "She's fine, Saturn.
See? I take care of my girl." Fortunately for me, Jupiter was also
in his Taurus outfit, and feeling even more generous than usual, so
there really wasn't much Saturn could say.
can't rely on gifts forever, Jupiter," the serious man said. "It's
wonderful that you spoil them, but they need to learn to take care
of themselves. Hard work builds character. When you work hard for
your money, you appreciate it, and you learn to take care of it. That's
a gift you can't give them."
jolly man behind me rolled his eyes, and laughed. "You know, old buddy,
you really should lighten up. When was the last time you took a vacation?"
finished his coffee and stood up. "I take holidays when I earn them—not
like others I know." He left the bar, and walked stiffly up the street
and into the darkness alone.
Week in the Cosmic Cafe: Talking behind Saturn's back with Jupiter,
Venus, and Neptune
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