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.
The Alps With The King of the Heavens
the time the little plane on the movie screen in front of us had gotten
only a quarter of the way across the Atlantic, most of the passengers
on our flight were quite happily pickled, and in absolutely festive moods.
It didn't hurt that Uncle Jupiter had bought their drinks, of course,
but he had also entertained them—which, somehow, was much more intoxicating.
Who didn't love to laugh? He'd been up and down the aisles, shaking hands,
tickling little kids and leaning awkwardly on just about every aisle
seat's arm-rest, chatting with anyone who'd chat back—and everyone wanted
to talk to this wonderful, funny man. That included the tiny Pomeranian
he'd bonded with earlier, who followed him up and down the aisles, and
spent quite a few hours in his arms, too.
wondered why he'd bought a seat at all, and smiled. The King of the Heavens
was holding court—and a wonderful court it was.
to say, sleeping was out of the question on this flight. It was the middle
of the night, and I knew I was tired, but how could a card-carrying Ninth
House Sagittarius sleep when there was a party going on? An international,
airborne party. How could it possibly get any better? Besides, I was traveling
with all-powerful Zeus himself—and he was in fine form. Every little Sagittarian
cell in my body was delighted, and running on high. As was my favorite
had absolutely endless energy. By the time we were halfway across the
ocean, Jupiter had been in and out of his seat about seven times. He'd
been to the cockpit twice, and in the galley with the flight attendants
trading jokes. There was literally not one person on this flight who didn't
know who he was—and he loved it. I think the only time he took a break
was when the movie came on. And, of course, what type of film would Uncle
Jupiter choose? A comedy, about a boy and his dog, of course: "As
Good As It Gets." How appropriate. Some of the more exhausted partygoers
took advantage of the quiet to catch a few hours of sleep, but as soon
as it was bright and he heard them stirring, Jupiter was back on the job.
trip went far too quickly. Even though we were headed to a wonderful,
magical place, I realized that Sagittarius truly does enjoy the journey
at least as much as the destination. The pilot seemed to feel the same
way—about this trip, at least. When he announced that we'd be landing
in a clear Swiss sunrise, he sounded a bit disappointed. Jupiter was delighted.
He leaned directly across me to see through the tiny window, once again
knocking the breath out of me, as the pilot thanked Mr. Huge for the wonderful
trip, on behalf of himself and the flight crew. The entire cabin applauded,
and the Captain added, "And I think they'd like to thank you, too."
stood up in the aisle, faced the back of the plane, and took a deep bow.
The applause continued. Was he embarrassed by all this? Hardly. He loved
it. I realized that my favorite Uncle could also be described, at times,
as a bit on the pompous side—but who cared? He had a right to enjoy the
appreciation of so many satisfied customers.
he noticed something through the window that got his attention. He sat
down in his seat quickly, and I wondered if it was imagination, but I
could have sworn I felt the plane jiggle—just a little. He pointed right
past my nose, and stuck his great big arm around me, hugging me hard.
"Hey, look, Babe, the Alps. Cool, huh?"
wiggled sideways a little so I'd be able to breathe, and looked down on
the most beautiful, snow-white peaks I'd ever seen. Jupiter began to wax
poetic, and I had to stifle a grin. "I mean, of all the great places
on this great planet, this is truly, truly one of the greatest. Look at
them babies! Big ol' rock giants." Jupiter was thoroughly enjoying himself—and
we hadn't even landed yet.
couldn't believe how fast the nine hours had gone, but soon we were on
the ground. I excused myself to run to the ladies room when we passed
one, and heard Jupiter outside the door, laughing and saying goodbye to
his friends. Several of the women in the ladies room stopped on their
way out to hug me and thank me. Although I was in no way responsible for
their delightful adventure, I thanked them for my "Uncle Guy,"
apparently what I'd be calling him for the rest of our adventure.
have to admit I was a bit apprehensive about passing through customs with
Jupiter, and as I came out of the bathroom, I tried to hint to him that
he should try to behave—just a little—when we got to this most serious
part of our journey. I had been overseas myself several times without
Jupiter—although I could never picture going without him again—and I had
yet to actually see a customs officer smile.
was about to be corrected…
Week: Customs, a Limo Ride and Lake Lucerne
the entire Cosmic Café Saga.