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 she reports regularly on her findings there.
The Sun and Moon
Sun bowed before the Moon, smiling. Then he took her into his arms,
and rested his cheek on her hair. She was so tiny and petite next to
him—in fact, he had to be at least a foot taller than her. They rocked
from side to side in that tender embrace, and I was touched by this
ultimate example of a true partnership. They seemed absolutely complete
together, a perfectly matched pair. He was masculine, outgoing and flashy.
She was feminine, receptive to his touch and subtly beautiful. I smiled
and allowed myself to bask in the warmth of their meeting, and knew
that I'd never look at a Full Moon again in the same way. Although she
was days away from being exactly opposite to him, and "full"
in the traditional sense, they were already warming up for that meeting—and
I had just been taught what it was really all about without anyone saying
Moon is typically a time of high emotions. In fact, I'd heard many times
that hospital emergency rooms and police stations routinely scheduled
extra staff during those evenings when the Full Moon shone. Seeing them
together, it made sense. With the Sun and Moon both lit—"showing
off," basically—both pride and feelings were peaked. The atmosphere
in the room was charged, emotionally and energetically.
the Moon detached herself from the Sun, and took over her role as Hostess
at the Café. "All right, let's have some dinner," she said.
"Our girl here must be starving."
asked me to sit by him, as Venus and the Moon disappeared through the
kitchen door. Oddly enough, I wasn't intimidated by him, as I had been
by Saturn. It was just good to be around him—and I felt energized by
his presence. He patted my hand and motioned to Mercury to join us.
The Messenger scuttled over quickly, and sat down. From the corner of
my eye, I saw Mars head over to the door, where he stood at attention,
obviously doing guard duty. Wasn't that appropriate—the God of War playing
bouncer for The Boss?
spoke. "So I hear that Saturn decided to play rough with you, hmmm?"
nodded sympathetically, and added, "The Sun would like you to know
how terrible he feels about this."
and thanked him. "It's okay," I said. "I really did need
to slow down a little."
tipped his head and grinned at me. "You've got a great attitude,
young lady—and attitude is everything in my book."
sense, too. The Sun is the part of our charts that gets us where we're
going in life—so if our attitude isn't positive, we don't go too far.
It's primary that we "feed" our Sun with positive experiences
that give us joy and allow us to "shine." I was suddenly delighted
that I had been born with the Sun in optimistic Sagittarius, a sign
that automatically bestows a positive attitude. Although my ankle still
ached from Saturn's "wonderful learning experience," I was
having a marvelous time.
went on. "No matter what happens in life, there's something positive
in it—something you were supposed to learn from the experience. Keep
that in mind, young lady—that every single thing that ever happens is
part of the plan, and without it, you wouldn't be the person you are
understand," I said, and then allowed my Sag Sun to say something
bold. "But couldn't he have settled for just spraining it?"
laughed. "Good girl," he said. "Now, tell me, what do
you hear from Jupiter?"
right now," I answered. "I think he's still in Amsterdam with
rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, that's right. They just get lost when
they're together there. It could be weeks before they're back. Did you
have a good time with them, though?"
was wonderful," I said. "Great fun. The experience of a lifetime."
made the Sun proud—and he loved to be made proud. "Well, there's
more where that came from, my dear. As a Sag, you've only just begun
to experience the wonders of this planet. But I'll leave the details
to Jupiter, and just tell you that you'll be doing a lot more traveling,
laughing and learning—soon. So get yourself healed up, do your homework
and I'll do my best to get Saturn off your back."
and rolled my eyes. "Any assistance in that department would be
the Moon and Venus emerged from the kitchen, plates heaped high. Mercury
jumped up and began arranging chairs. He left a spot at the head of
the table empty, which I thought was a bit odd. Then he disappeared
into the back room of the Café, and came out carrying what could only
be described as a throne, a high-backed, gorgeous chair with red-velvet
cushions. A gold Sun was carved into the top of the chair, and a crown
hovered above it. How wonderful—the king's chair.
settled into his throne, and asked me to sit on his left. The Moon,
as I expected, slid into the chair on his right—but the Sun wouldn't
allow that. "Mercury," he said, "Get my lady her chair,
jumped up again, ran into the back room and returned with a smaller
throne that matched the Sun's. It, too, was carved wood, but there was
a silver Moon at the top. The cushions, I noticed, were silver, too—and
a lot thicker. Ah, yes. The Moon's love of comfort was famous. She sat
back, looking like a queen, as Venus and Mercury served us. The Sun
called to Mars to come and join us, which he did—after he'd locked the
door and pulled down the shade. The dinner was marvelous—and I suddenly
giggled as I realized I was literally enjoying the "food of the
gods." I shared that thought with all of them, and they all laughed
Mercury's cell-phone rang. "Yeah, she's here, Big Guy. No, she's
fine." Apparently, Jupiter had heard the news. I wondered what
he was saying to Mercury. He paused, listening. "Um, no. I don't
know where he is. But I'll find him, and tell him. Okay?" He listened
for a moment more, then nodded. "Gotcha. I'm on it."
put down the phone, and raised his eyebrows. Then he stood up. "Well,
Moon, I gotta go. That was Jupiter. He wants me to deliver a message
to Saturn. With your permission, of course," he added, looking
at the Sun.
granted," the Sun replied. "But keep in touch, okay?"
got it, Boss." Mercury dashed out of the Café, despite the Moon's
protests that he finish his dinner. I was left to finish dessert with
my charming Libra, Leo and Pisces companions—and to wonder what exactly
Jupiter had told him to tell Saturn.
Week: A ride home with Venus and Mars