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.
A Ride with Mars and Venus
Mars and Venus gave me a ride home from the Café that night. As promised,
the Moon had packed a wonderful plate of food for me in a wicker basket,
complete with a small plate of carefully de-boned chicken for my cat.
Venus carried the basket up the stairs to my apartment—and Mars carried
me. I started to protest, but decided against it. He was in proud, lavish
Leo, and determined to take action in a very big way. Ah, well. I wasn't
about to argue with the God of War—besides, what could be bad about
being "spoiled" by this gorgeous, sexy man?
it. It was wonderful. My only wish was that the ride would have lasted
me easily up the stairs and into my home, put me down on the couch,
and stopped to say hello to my cat. Ah, yes. Mars in Leo—the astrological
lion—would certainly be interested in a cat. Zuni would round his legs,
purring, ignoring the dish of food Venus had put down for him. He was
obviously infatuated with Mars—and since I knew my pet had been born
with the Sun and Mars in a tight conjunction in Gemini, I wasn't surprised.
No matter what type of creature you happen to be, any planet that close
to the Sun in your chart is a planet you just adore—it's part of you.
So my feisty little feline son had every right to be enamored with Mars—and
meanwhile, was puttering around my house. She pulled down the sheets
on my bed for me, found my nightgown and robe and laid them out. She
brought my house-slippers over and slipped one on my left foot, disappeared
into the bathroom and came back with a pain pill and a glass of water.
Then she sat down next to me, and looked around. "I love your place,
girlfriend. It's lovely."
and thanked her. Who would have ever thought I'd be enjoying the company
of Venus and Mars at my own home? Who'd believe it? I didn't
Mars' cell-phone rang. He answered it, spoke for a moment, then sat
on the floor next to Zuni, who curled up beside him, purring. "Yeah,
Big Guy. I hear ya. No, I'll help. Just stay calm." He hung up,
then stood and straightened out his suit. "We gotta go, Venus.
Jupiter's on the warpath, and he needs me."
babe. Let's go." She turned to me. "You okay? You need anything
I'm set. Thank you so much for everything." She hugged me, as Mars
waited by the door.
I had to
ask. "What's up with Jupiter?"
"Well, he's not happy with Saturn—let's just put it that way. And
he's going to have a little chat with him. Right now. I figure I better
be there to cover his back. He's not as bad as he thinks he is, you
I was worried.
Jupiter was unsurpassed at overdoing everything. I could only imagine
what he'd be like when he was angry. "Keep me posted, okay? And
don't let him do anything too foolish."
"Oh, yeah, right. Like anyone could ever stop Jupiter from doing
anything." Then he got serious, and I could swear his face turned
red. "But I won't let him start anything without me, okay? And
I'll have Mercury call you."
I said. The pain pill had started to kick in, and my ankle discomfort
was disappearing. I yawned and reached for the remote, as the magical
couple left. Zuni sat at the door for a few minutes meowing after they'd
gone, then toddled out to the kitchen to enjoy his Moon-made feast.
We went to bed early that night—and I don't know about Zuni, but I don't
I was awakened
by my cell-phone around nine the next morning. Mercury's voice greeted
me. "Hey, how's the ankle?"
broken," I muttered, a bit fuzzy from the pain medication. "How's
laughed. "Oh, girl, you would've been proud. Boy, does Uncle J
love you. You should've heard what he said to Saturn! It was
quite the scene."
I sat up
straight in bed, a bit more conscious. "But is he okay? Jupiter,
yeah," Mercury answered. "He's fine."
happened?" I asked.
rather than tell you about it, why don't I just stop by so you can see
do you figure?" I said.
video-taped the whole thing for you," Mercury answered, proudly.
He certainly was wearing Libra—the sign that was the absolute ultimate
in tending to the other. "Yeah, come on over. It's not like I'm
going hiking or anything." Besides, I just knew I was going to
enjoy this. Jupiter, my own cosmic uncle, had done battle with Saturn—on
my behalf. I had to smile. It was truly good to be a Sag.
ya soon!" Mercury said, and hung up. I struggled out of bed, hopped
into my bathroom and awkwardly took a shower with my ankle propped up
on a chair. Talk about a good time.
I was finished dressing, the doorbell rang. I called out, "Come
in," and Mercury dashed into my living room. He held a video cassette
in his right hand.
down, girlfriend," he said, "and prepare to see the fury of
the King of the Gods."
does battle with Saturn.