Scorpio for this week:

At its best, a study of astrology illuminates your choices and leaves the choosing up to you. It helps you understand that your fate is never set in stone, but is always susceptible to the command of your free will. In that spirit, I’ve got a quiz for you to take. Here are four pairs of equally possible outcomes. Meditate on each pair, and decide which you’d prefer to induce in the coming week: (1) simmering happiness versus crazed longing; (2) love packed with chewy riddles versus infatuation that only temporarily frees you; (3) practical enthusiasm versus dizzying highs; (4) slow, epic bursts of subtle progress versus out-of-this-world fantasies.

FreeWill Astrology

Woot! Better questions than the ones I was asking myself. And right up the alley of what I was asking.

An update!

No, I do not care who won what last night, didn’t see anything, but Narnia, so I can’t really care about it.

I’m a bit pissed at some loverly little Moslems for this little dumbass action towards someone who wanted to do nothing but help them get on their feet.

I have a new training partner, as of today. I love C, and I’m still hoping to work with him as often as possible, but I adore the fact that my new partner is female. And she’s very, very good. On that note, C and I are now twins, we have matching injured elbows. Least he can lay low on working his into oblivion.

Yesterday I got to shoot the Jungle Carbine. *neeners to my Scotsman* AND I’M NOT SORE!!!! Hahahahaha! But I am sore from working out today.

I’m feeling so much better of late, and I’m starting to be less lazy. Maybe it’s a combo of the season change, settling into my schedule, and feeling more in control of things. Although, who cares, I just want to ride the wave and see where it takes me. I’m also looking into myself more, analyzing (anyone notice that word has anal in it?) the different parts of me that control my motivations and desires. It’s an intereting place, I must say, and I’m having fun playing on that playground. More to come as I manage to get it in writing, which probably won’t happen till I hit Cali in April.

So, I’m unnaturally happy for absolutely no reason. The basis, is the fact that right now, I’m doing everything for myself, with no true responsibility to anyone but myself. That’s taken a huge stress off my back, and has allowed me to laugh at almost everything else that has been trying to drag me down. I’m comfy with where I’m at, in regards to all my romantic and platonic relationships, which has helped me out quite a bit. I’ve reached the point where I’ve decided that I have about 75 years left on this planet, barring accidental death, so I might as well enjoy them instead of suffering them. My boss no longer bugs me, we’ve reached an unspoken agreement in regards to how things work. He stays out of my way and lets me do my job, and I don’t bitch about him and will communicate with him any problems that arise.

I miss my Zoomie, but he is prepping for outprocessing and all that military jazz. My Scotsman and I are at a place that makes me happy, we don’t argue as much and we work better together on the daily stuff. I miss my Bitch, and have decided that he can keep that title if he so desires. I broke my end of the agreement with him, and had to be slapped back into reality. It hurt, but I’ve taken a good look at things, and decided that he is my friend and I want to keep him close, so allowing certain things to get in the way of that would be detrimental to our friendship.

The good thing in all of this, is that I’m not allowing things to get to me as much. Taking things one day at a time, and enjoying each little moment that I get, so that I can grow.

Scorpio for this week:

I swear the strange woman standing near me at L.A.’s Getty Museum was having an erotic experience as she gazed upon van Gogh’s Irises. She wasn’t touching herself, nor was anyone else. But she was apparently experiencing waves of convulsive delight, as suggested by her rapid breathing, shivering muscles, fluttering eyelids, and sweaty forehead. Fifteen minutes later, I saw her again in front of Jean-Honoré Fragonard’s The Fountain of Love. She was only slightly more composed. In a friendly voice, I said, “This stuff really moves you, doesn’t it?” “Oh, yeah,” she replied, “I’ve not only learned how to make love with actual flowers and clouds and fountains, I can even make love with paintings of them.” Your assignment in the coming weeks, Scorpio, is to take a page from this woman’s Kama Sutra: Figure out how to achieve rapturous communion with absolutely everything.

FreeWill Astrology

Heh, this one is gonna be fun. Otherwise, I need to write out my stuff from the last week or so. I’ve made some progress and read an interesting article before BJJ yesterday, that had some interesting insight.

Ok, normally I’m happy to let the delusional Christians (not to be confused with the non-delusional Christians…and yes Virginia, the latter does exist) sit around in their own little fantasy world, but this out of the Phelps camp deserves punishment of divine proportions. The thing that got me the most, was hearing the letter that his daughter wrote last year to the widow of one of the soldiers, on a broadcast. Unfortunately, I can’t find the video footage to post here, but I really hope that Congress, both state and federal, go through with the Bill that’s making its way to the respective floors. It’s one thing to protest the war, but it’s something totally different to hound a grieving family during personal time.

Hats off to the bikers and counter-protesters that act as shields.

Scorpio for this week:

“You can’t wait for inspiration,” proclaimed writer Jack London. “You have to go after it with a club.” That sounds too violent to me, though I agree in principle that aggressiveness is the best policy in one’s relationship with inspiration–especially for you in the coming weeks. Here’s my modified version of London’s advice: “Don’t wait for inspiration. Go after it with a butterfly net, fishing rod, specimen jars, petri dishes, leashes, sweet treats, juicy bait, persuasive arguments, and sincere flattery.” And whatever you do, Scorpio, don’t fall into the trap of thinking that inspiration is a rare stroke of luck you’re powerless to summon.

FreeWill Astrology

Heh, I have an interesting post about this, but it’ll have to wait till later, when I’m not falling asleep.

I found this poem back when I was in H.S. and going through my “why can’t I get a date” phase. I’ve kept it with me, and reading it outloud daily, when I was going through my abusive relationship seriously helped me find my inner strength to make it through some pretty tough times when I really doubted myself. But I figured I’d share…

Scorpio for this week:

Imagine that you’re a circus acrobat whose specialty is working high in the air. You’re skilled at swinging from one trapeze to another. You have utmost confidence in your timing and concentration and grip, so that when you let go of one bar and are flying toward the next, there’s no doubt you’ll make it. I believe that your life has now brought you to a transition that’s metaphorically similar to the moment of being in between trapezes. Don’t think too hard as you soar across the abyss; trust your instincts.

FreeWill Astrology

The boy is getting behind again. And people say that I’m not grounded. Whoever thinks that being grounded means feet connected to earth, never studied the flight of birds.