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StarIQ.com's Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited
to the planets' secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter
this starry domain, and reports regularly on her findings there.
Cosmic
Café Part Six:
Kim Finds Out Why She was Summoned to the Café
Neptune
touched my hand, and as I glanced up at her, I saw that
her lovely lavender eyes were moist. "How romantic!" she
said. "Your first love…oh, it just makes me want to cry."
I
smiled, and squeezed her hand, then reached for my wine
glass. "Cheers," I said. "Here's to fond memories." She
raised her own glass and toasted with me.
Just
then, Jupiter came up behind me, smiling widely. "So you're
curious, honey? Wondrin' why we called you here like this?"
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders affectionately and
breathed right into my face. A mixture of cigar smoke, alcohol
and garlic reached me, and I winced, but couldn't help grinning,
too.
Nothing
exceeds like excess in Jupiter's book, and he had certainly
been indulging in some of his favorite specifically-Taurus
appetites, it seemed—fine wine, rich food and quality pleasures.
His rather rotund figure reflected just how well that lifestyle
agreed with him, although I must say I was a bit worried
about his heart.
Neptune
smiled and waved Jupiter away. "Let me talk to her, girl
to girl," she said. "I can make her understand."
Jupiter
belly-laughed loudly. "No way, gorgeous,” he said, reaching
in his jacket pocket for a cigar. "My girl needs the big
picture explained to her, and I'm the guy for that job.
You can add your intuition, of course", he added, as her
eyes filled up with tears. "But let me give her the facts
first, okay, darlin'?"
Neptune
was soothed. She dabbed again at her eyes, and smiled indulgently
at Jupiter. "All right, darling. I'll just disappear for
a little while and let you two chat."
To
my total amazement, she stepped back and did just that—faded
right into thin air. I blinked and looked at Jupiter. "How'd
she do that?"
He
laughed again. "Oh, come on now, honey. If anybody can disappear,
it's that gal."
I
had to agree. As the Goddess of All Mystical States and
the cosmos' official expert on operating invisibly, Neptune
was quite good at disappearing. I sensed it was finally
time for Jupiter to tell me why I'd been summoned to the
Café, however, so I turned my attention wholeheartedly on
my favorite uncle.
"Okay,
Big Guy,” I said. "Spill it. What's up?"
He
squeezed into the seat next to me and turned his face toward
mine just in time to exhale a huge cloud of blue smoke.
I coughed and waved my hand in front of my face. He apologized.
"Jeez, honey, I'm sorry. I got no manners sometimes."
"Speak,"
I said, recovering slightly.
"Okay,”
the Big Guy replied. "It's like this. We need a messenger,
and Mercury's been too busy with all this new computer stuff
to handle it. The poor kid's exhausted. " I glanced over
at Mercury on the dance floor with Venus, spinning her around
and laughing.
"He
doesn't look like he's busy at the moment."
"Yeah,
well…" Jupiter said, "Even old Hermes gets time off every
now and then. And he needs help. Since you've got your own
Mercury in Sagittarius, we figured you'd be perfect for
the job. So you want to do it, or what?"
"Anything
you need, Jupiter—anything at all,” I answered. Jupiter
had always been more than kind and extremely generous to
me, since I was born under the sign he owned, and I was
only too happy to return the favor. "What do I have to do?"
"That's
my girl", Jupiter replied, slapping me on the arm—a bit
too hard. "See, we need a good reporter, somebody who can
translate what we're doing for the folks who want to know.
You can do that, right?"
"I'll
sure try,” I said. "What do you want me to do to start with?
Write something?"
He
laughed again. "Yeah. And talk about us, too. It's a great
planet you guys got here, but if you don't mind my sayin'
so, you're not always too terrific at runnin' it, ya know?
So a while back we were thinking that maybe if we could
hire somebody to translate, some of them would get it. You
game?"
"You
bet. " I reached for a pen and he handed me a long legal
pad.
"Good.
Start writin'. I've got a story to tell you, and we've gotta
say this just right.”
He
talked on for about a half hour, and by the time he was
done, Mercury had once again left the bar, skating backward
down the street. Venus remained with us, sipping her wine
slowly and listening as Jupiter dictated. Finally, he paused
and took a large gulp of wine. "Okay, honey,” he said, "read
that back to me."
I
cleared my throat and began to speak just as Mercury popped back
through the door. He looked oddly wild-eyed. "Uranus is coming!
Uranus is coming!" he said, excitedly, as the door to the café
burst open and a gale-force wind nearly knocked me off my stool.
I held on to Jupiter as my heart beat wildly. Uranus was certainly
coming. But what would he look like?
Next
Week: A
Visit With Uranus
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