Ascendant in Leo, Capricorn hanging in the 6th House, and here I am, diving into the cosmos, searching for some truth. Each time the world whispers 'to serve others' to be good, I feel my soul slipping away, wandering through alleys of doubt. I spent years, whole nights, trying to untangle that guilt, that old melody always seeking a consort.
Then came Bashar, his voice channeled through Darryl Anka, dancing on the same stage as the Ankas of Argentina and the old tunes of Paul. 'To be oneself', that's what buzzed in my ears, a mantra of freedom, with no gods to kneel before, no forgiveness to beg for.
And here they are, Virgo and Pisces, those old friends of the zodiac, always tagged with 'service' and 'sacrifice'. But, ah, if you look at them right, if you really see them, they tell a deeper story, a whisper of something wilder, more real.
Virgo, with its call to serve, is nothing but an artist perfecting their art, finding joy in being useful to someone. And Pisces, the ethereal, the ever-changing, sacrifice? Rather a constant dance with identity, never quite knowing what it is to be oneself. Perhaps the true act of sacrifice for Pisces is just being Pisces.
The truth is, Virgo wants to be perfect. And Pisces, can't help but go with the flow. Who said they're out to serve others? No, they're singing their own song.
So, where did this idea come from, this worn-out mantra that one must shrink, diminish oneself to serve others?
Dear friends, astrology, that old star map, guides us to the essences, to those bright truths. We all can be lighthouses for others, but, well, we truly shine, we really cast light, when we dance to the rhythm of our own sun.