He cites the books of other astrologers as
references, generously mentioning their
titles and telling the reader to read them to
learn more on a topic he is discussing.
As Rudhyar said:
“Astrology does not predict
“events”, but only phases in a
person’s development ….
Astrology can define the limits,
but it can only suggest the
freedom.”
Greg gives us much information to use
in finding the freedom in the chart.
I give this book a five star recommen-
dation and do so with pride and honor.
As an “elder” astrologer who has been
reading astrology books for many decades,
it’s hard to find a book that blows me away
and makes me want to keep it by my side.
I go back to it again and again since I was
so sorry when I finished it. I wanted to
keep reading Greg’s words. I have told
many colleagues to read it. I urge you to
read it, trust me, you’ll be glad you did.
Arlan Wise
[email protected]
www.arlanwise.com
Poetry
steven stone
June 2012
nePTune.
neptune, neptune,
why do you frown, neptune?
In the past you graced the Pacific
in your serpentine ways; mother to
Krakatoa, California's Cassandra,
America's wicked sister.
neptune, you fall fast on your
trident, and bleed our love.
uRAnus.
I receive the astrology you spin
Around me like a storm;
I am more than the footprint
of my birth;
I think about what happens,
predicting nothing.
Back in the day, as they say,
a lie waited to happen; war
waited in the trees, behind
the misty curtains. Your Venus
entwine s my saturn,
and I am a tree of
myself. I try to get to the bark
of where I am, to the sap of who I am.
It is June and I persist in
my grand plan; the sun
and clouds and sons of clouds
run together at breakfast; we throw
our striped hats in the air as
we graduate from the insane decade
of our children, of our women and
men who need to be children again.
sATuRn.
I am the black horse galloping
across your evening; I am the
brazen comet shredding the sun.
What happened to you has
happened to me - the dark years,
the cleansing tears, the blank stares
from the demigods. We are not
Gibraltars, but we navigate
well. When earth is dark,
we shine a light, awaken at
the odd hour; the waves of our
memories wash over the sand-
castles, where we fought for
our blessed orbits, in chariots
that could run only forward,
our Colosseum stripped of
its swagger.
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JuPITeR.
Let whatever happens
be the essence of a beginning
not quite yet known,
its night-scent in this dusk
MARs.
Desire is worn on the cuff;
a glint of metal is all that
is needed; save the siren’s
call, encompassing the
slender straits.
Venus.
Our only evil, a half-closed eye that
sees a clouded glow; vichyssoise.
MeRCuRY.
Faster than chemistry,
Pockets of gold,
silver, trinkets; in the
same scorching vat
Our fortunes are made,
Maintained, engraved.
MOOn.
White jaundice
on the butterfly plate
powdered. Life
through a snow-blind
mirror.
sun.
Glad we are demigods
What tricks we get away with
hot blowing the rancid
air into the void
PLuTO.
Alone and alive, treading
the cold sand, exiled. This
lonely outpost serves me well.
Only when I steer toward
neptune do I remember the
slight, the deed forgotten,
the lowering of my sights.
I am some kind of vagabond.
They tore the stripes off my
coat, sent me to half-pity
myself. I was the emperor
of the lobster-towns; now
I go hungry in the night,
night that once cowered
in my shadow.
AsTROLOGY LessOn:
saturn retrograde.
THE CAREER ASTROLOGER
SPRING 2013