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.
The Sun Makes a Cameo Appearence
Venus and Mars stepped quickly from the bathroom. Venus straightened her dress
and combed her fingers through her hair. She pulled a tiny compact from
her purse and re-applied her lipstick, then cleared her throat, tossed
her head just a little and put on the prettiest smile I've ever seen.
She was absolutely lovely in Libra.
was her beau—in a very different way. Mars in proud, regal Leo stood
behind her, his hand draped ever-so-slightly around her waist. He was
smiling like a king about to receive royal guests with his queen—and
any woman on the planet would have been proud to be that queen. He wore
his Leo as a gorgeous, tanned man with thick, lovely, dark hair. He
was well-built, and not shy about showing it off, either. His unbuttoned
white dress shirt revealed just the tiniest peek at a muscular chest
and a few dark, curly chest hairs. I found I was staring at him, and
looked away before he—or Venus, who was already dealing with jealousy,
apparently—could catch me.
a veritable squad of reporters, photographers and media burst through
the door, obviously excited about something—or someone. In a matter
of seconds they were everywhere, like a swarm of locusts. Some of them
grabbed chairs, scrambled up on them and struggled for a better view
of the celebrity about to enter. Cameras snapped madly—it was almost
frightening. I retreated behind the Moon in Pisces, who calmly lit another
cigarette and then turned to me, a concerned look on her lovely face.
"Don't be stressed, honey. It's just the Sun. I can handle him."
from the center of the pack, a strikingly attractive man emerged, his
hands held up in the air—as if he were accepting his party's nomination.
His outfit, like Venus' and Mercury's, was perfectly matched. This was
the Sun in Libra.
smiled, looked around, and magically, the room quieted. They were charmed
by him, as were all the planets and I. "I just want to thank all
of you for being here," he said, "but I really need some quiet-time
now. So if you all wouldn't mind stepping outside?" The locusts
reluctantly hopped down from their perches and filed out of the Café
door—but a few just had to snap a parting photo before they left.
realized that what I had seen was what Princess Di had lived with on
a daily basis. Fame. Tremendous fame. So much fame that it might not
be a good thing—if you weren't up for the loss of privacy. The Sun,
however, doesn't usually want privacy. In fact, it's the part of our
charts that shows what we're willing to do to gain attention. Apparently,
however, the Café was something of a retreat for him.
Mercury rushed over to the Sun, stood erect, and saluted him. The Sun patted
Mercury on the back, and said, "Tell them how glad I am to be here."
turned, faced us all, and said, "The Sun would like everyone to
know how happy he is to be here. Glad, I mean. He's glad to be here."
Sun smiled brilliantly and looked around the room. He glanced at me
briefly, winked, and said, "Tell her I'm glad she got to meet me,
winced a little, thought for a second, then spoke. "The Sun is
very glad, also, that you're here, Kim. So that he could meet you, and
you could meet him." I nodded and smiled.
Sun winked at Mercury, and smiled, too. "Very nice. Very nice."
grinned. "Thanks, Boss."
that tiny snippet of conversation revealed everything there was to know
about the relationship between the Sun and Mercury. Astrologically speaking,
Mercury was basically the Sun's microphone. Whatever the Sun in our
charts wants to express, in other words, filters through our own Mercury.
So no matter what sign our Suns are in, our words come out through Mercury's
"mouth." Mercury in Libra, of course, was mainly concerned
with what others would think of him—and of his boss, since Libra is
as people-oriented as a sign could possibly be. It was no wonder, then,
that his translation of the Sun's words considerably softened the ego
behind them. Mercury in this sign was completely unable to make a statement
that sounded self-absorbed.
Sun turned to Venus next, his hand extended. "Ah, there you are,
my lovely lady. Is it my imagination, or do you get more beautiful every
time I see you?" Mercury nodded approvingly, and folded his hands
behind his back.
blushed, detached herself from Mars, and went to the Sun with her arms
out. She hugged him briefly, whispered something in his ear, then stepped
back. Mars came forward next. "Hey, Boss. What's up?"
Sun and Mars shook hands vigorously, and the room suddenly became very
warm. That, too, made sense. The Sun is the fiery core at the center
of our solar system—which, of course, had been named for him. He's also
the center of our charts, the life-force that keeps us all going. Mars
is "the red planet," the owner of adrenaline, fire, anger
and assertion. There was nothing shy about either of them—and with both
of these fireballs in such close proximity, things certainly had to
heat up. "How about a little arm-wrestling, Boss? You ready to
give me another shot at the title?"
see," the Sun said, then turned to the Moon. "Where's my lovely
other half?" She stepped forward, smiling, and an amazing thing
Sun and the Moon discuss their relationship.