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.
Venus in Aquarius and a Discussion of the Election
to say, I'd had a wonderful birthday. The nice-looking officer
Venus had sent along to take me out that evening had been a perfect match.
In fact, he'd asked for my number, and used it several times since then.
At any rate, I thought I should probably head down to the Café and thank
her—and besides, I was dying to hear what the planets had to say about
the craziness we were still calling Election 2000 down here on
Planet Number Three.
open the cell phone the planets had given me and poked the number one.
It never even had a chance to ring. Mercury answered before I even had
the receiver to my ear. "Girlfriend! Whassup? Are you coming to
him I was, asked if Venus was there and if he'd be around to chat.
laughed. "Well, I'll be here, and Venus is here, too—but she's
kind of busy. Then again, her kind of busy might be fun for you. She
changed into Aquarius a couple days ago, and you know how much she loves
Bill Clinton, right? Well, she likes Gore, too—ever since he gave Tipper
that kiss, I think."
Any planet in Aquarius just adores making a scene. Especially in public,
and especially if it's a very, very bold thing to do—according to Saturn's
policy on public behavior, that is. So it made sense that Venus in Aquarius
would just love seeing a politician forget all about discretion to kiss
his wife passionately in public. But what was she doing? This I had
be right there," I said. "See ya in a bit."
bella," Mercury answered, with a perfect Italian accent. He was
now in Sagittarius, obviously having a ball with words—and with this
whole legal/political extravaganza, too. I just knew he'd been watching
CNN as much as I was—especially since it had boiled down to a legal
case, a department headed by Sag. I can still remember the moment last
week when I'd felt him switch gears, too.
about 3:30 pm on December 3, and the Leon County Circuit Court was hearing
arguments from both sides as to whether or not the ballots in several
counties should be counted. After days of serious talk, legalese and
emphatic objections, Judge Sauls (who I suspect may be a Sag himself)
began tossing humorous quips around the courtroom. In a matter of minutes,
the entire atmosphere inside the courtroom changed. Sure, they were
still arguing their causes with political fervor—but the tone of
the banter had changed. Suddenly, both sides began making self-deprecating
jokes, as well as side comments about the situation itself. In just
a few moments, in fact, everyone was laughing—a breath of fresh air
in an election season that had become amazingly convoluted.
when all was said and done, Mercury was at the heart of the matter.
Funny, since he's always been the most underrated planet, in my humble
opinion. He'd stopped to turn direct at 9:26 pm EST on the evening of November
7—and I just knew that meant trouble. Since he's our own traveling microphone,
it made sense that all kinds of "results" were being announced
by the media—quite the mercurial group themselves—and that virtually
all of the results they'd announced were wrong. Now, however,
he was moving along at his usual quick pace, and in politically-minded
Sag, at that. I wondered what he'd have to say about all this.
were cut short as I turned the corner. There was a crowd outside the
Café—a crowd of people, not planets. On a stage at the center of the
crowd, however, one planet was definitely holding court. Venus. In Aquarius.
I got out of the car and crossed the street in time to hear her leading
a chant. "Gore got more. Gore got more." Oh, boy. She certainly
was feeling her sign—wearing cause-oriented Aquarius, and holding up
a "Gore-Lieberman" placard.
appeared at the door of the Café and motioned for me to come in. As
I circled the crowd, Venus saw me and winked. She was loving every minute
of this. And there was my favorite uncle, Jupiter. He was in an easy
trine to Venus that day, backing up his favorite date by handing out
brochures and urging the protesters on—which also wasn't much of a surprise.
He waved and went back to business.
into the Café, and Mercury closed the door. "Gee whiz, girlfriend,"
he said. "Can you believe this?"
I detected a tone of pride—and mischief—in his voice. Yep. Definitely
him right in the eyes and shook my finger at him. "Oh, you've been
bad, haven't you?"
widened in mock surprise—but he was grinning. "Me? Whaddaya mean?
I didn't do anything…"
my arms. "Yeah, right. That wasn't you that stopped still on election
night, then? That wasn't you who fed all the wrong results to the media?
Come on, boyfriend, you know who you're talking to—I own you.
I know all about Mercury in Sag. Gimme a break, huh?"
his eyes. "Okay, you caught me. I really did it this time, didn't
you certainly did. Any unofficial comments on the outcome?"
expression changed. He was serious. "Let's sit down and have a
I slid into a booth and smiled as Neptune magically appeared.
discusses the election and the Café is decorated for the holidays.