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.
and Jupiter, "At Home" Together in Amsterdam
through the front door of the huge green building, and I immediately
smelled marijuana. I recognized it for only one reason, of course. See,
I went to high school from 1971–1975, so all my friends used to smoke
it. That was it. Really.
rate, once I smelled that seductive odor, I looked back over my shoulder
at Jupiter, who grinned wickedly as he pointed down the stairs. "That's
the ticket, babe," he said, and suddenly I knew I had a decision
to make. I'm a Sag, and not good at “Just Saying No” to anything. Okay,
so it smelled familiar. There was more to it than just that. I knew
I was in Amsterdam, first of all, where anything and everything is legal.
That made my Saturn happy—and I was born with Saturn on the Midheaven,
a very powerful, very responsibility-oriented influence that has a heavy
distaste for anything that smacks of illegality.Needless to say, those of us with this placement are good
at getting caught, and better at feeling guilty, even if we don't get
even more alluring than guilt—the headiest of drugs for those of us
born with Saturn in this potent place—was the fact that I was traveling
with Jupiter. He's hands-down the luckiest and most generous of the
gods. In fact, he's the kind of guy that you'd just love to have as
a teacher in high school, because he'd just laugh, no matter what you
did, and let you get away with anything. And speaking of heady drugs,
let's not forget that I knew woozy Neptune would be joining us shortly,
the kind of lady who just loved close encounters of any kind—no matter
who, or what, was responsible.
was wearing his Gemini outfit, however, he was in a hurry—a great, big
hurry. He just about tripped down the stairs, in fact, in his haste
to get to that delicious smell. Having dealt with my Saturn, I was eager
to go, too, but I was concerned about Neptune's feelings. She is, after
all, one of the most sensitive planets in the heavens, and she might
feel slighted if she thought we were in too much of a hurry to wait
for her. I had to ask. "Should we wait for Neptune?"
winked at me, as he gestured impatiently for me to come downstairs.
"Oh, honey, be real. She's already here. She's always here."
right. At the bottom of the stairs was a menu I'd never seen before,
a coffee-bar that obviously was serving more than coffee, and a lovely
woman in the middle of a crowd of admirers. She wasn't speaking much,
but as Jupiter approached the menu, I noticed that she was smiling—a
most hypnotic smile. She was smoking a cigarette that was definitely
hand-rolled, and had a veritable pile of tiny plastic bags in front
of her, all of which seemed to full of herbs. Or herb.
was a light pastel shade of purple—perfect for this woozy goddess in
unconventional Aquarius. I noticed that she also had some very interesting
little silver rings on her body—one through each eyebrow, one through
her bottom lip, and another poking out from beneath the short, tie-dyed
midriff blouse she wore.
she wasn't wearing the pink gown I'd seen her in last, I knew it was
Neptune. Had to be.
ordered from the menu and pushed his money through the tray, much like
you and I do at the theater, Neptune turned, saw us, and extended her
hand to me. "Come here, darling, and have a toke." She handed
me her "cigarette," and without even a second thought about
Saturn, I took it.
returned just then, and hugged Neptune hard. "Hey, gorgeous—whassup?"
She smiled and allowed him to lift her just about out of her seat, then
reached over to me without even a glance in my direction. I handed her
the "cigarette," and began to survey the scene. I was absolutely
amazed—or maybe it was that my Saturn on the Midheaven was absolutely
amazed—at what was going on in this public place. Couples and small
groups sat huddled around tiny tables, laughing and talking quietly
together. Smoke was everywhere—and everyone was smiling. I began to
smile myself, and then I noticed that Jupiter and Neptune were staring
into each other's eyes. I watched for a moment, and then, apparently
since Neptune is right on my Moon at the moment, I felt my eyes beginning
to tear up. I was actually feeling sentimental—an odd notion for the
supposedly unemotional Moon in Aquarius.
noticed immediately. She reached over and pulled me close to her, smiling.
"Oh, I just love it when you guys get woozy," she said. Jupiter
blew a huge cloud of smoke in my direction, and smiled broadly. "Yeah,
she's not near as tough as she seems to be."
her, realized I was actually crying, and for the first time in years,
was happy about that fact. Although Aquarius Moons are known for being
"cold," I was certainly loosening up. I was also thinking
about home, about my dog and my cat and my house-slippers. I resolved
to ask Jupiter to please take me home after Amsterdam—forget Paris.
I was homesick, a typical reaction to Neptune's transit to the Moon
in our charts.
mention that right away, of course, because Neptune and Jupiter were
obviously enjoying themselves. That, too, made sense. Put the two of
them together, and you've got what I like to call "Las Vegas Syndrome,"
that condition we've all experienced at one time or another, a combination
of being extremely optimistic, extremely hopeful and extremely out of
touch with reality at the same time. It's the stuff that life-long gamblers
are made of, and if you've ever been to Vegas or Atlantic City, you've
seen it in action in someone's eyes. And what better place for Jupiter
and Neptune to meet up than Vegas—unless, of course, it was Amsterdam,
where gambling, prostitution and "light" drugs were all legal.
It was obvious this was their town, and they were infatuated.
I do have Saturn on my Midheaven, and I'd seen enough. I was impatient
to get home, but who could interrupt this pair, especially when they
were so much in their element? I negotiated
an internal compromise without saying a word. I resolved to enjoy myself
for tonight, no matter how long "tonight" lasted, and to ask Jupiter
to bring me home, or send me home, in the morning.
I decided in the meantime to relax and enjoy myself. I stifled Saturn's
powerful voice, and slid into a barstool between Jupiter and Neptune.
place to be! Even if you, of course, would never, ever, actually inhale…
Week: Back to the Café and a Strict "Talking-To" from Saturn.