Maybe you believe in astrology signs and horoscopes, and maybe not. This writer offers her analysis and opinion. Very interesting . . .
About Astrology Signs
If you are driven to obsessively follow astrology signs and check your horoscope every day, you will appreciate the weekday and then the Sunday’s horoscopes for Leo from in two different papers:
First Horoscope (weekday)
LEO July 22-August 21 – Gaining entrée is one thing. Making the most of it is something else. It’s time to switch from exchanging pleasantries to serious business.
Second Horoscope (Sunday)
Weekly Astrology Chart/Horoscope
LEO (July 22-August 21) – Tuesday’s full moon — coming now just as Mercury, Neptune and sun sweep through your hormone house — has moment of truth written all over it. Full moons — particularly eclipsed ones — are all about culmination. This one effects [sic] your wallet — both personal funds and those shared by others. Now, this could be a good thing — like a sudden windfall. On the other hand ….
I offer you the above examples against those who don’t believe in astrology signs and charts, or those who say the astrology chart and its accompanying tools are nothing more than hogwash for shamans and charlatans pushing a pseudo science, and in response to those who use the cliché attack that those horoscopes in he paper are too general and could apply to anybody.
I did switch from exchanging pleasantries that day, and I did get a windfall.
In the past, too, my horoscopes have been so dead-on I have gotten chills. For example, Sunday Leo horoscope a few years ago said I would see a stranger cross a crowded room. A further specification was that his initials would be the reverse of mine.
One night that week in December, at the prompting of my charismatic roommate, I went to a nightclub to show support for a mutual friend in a local band. I don’t do the club scene much, so I brought along a notebook and was writing, occasionally stopping to be attentive to the band or to look up at the dancers, minglers, and guys. Many were attractive, some were handsome, but none jingled a jangle or whatever.
At one point I felt someone staring. I looked up, and across the room, almost ducking his head around the blur of dancers to keep a bead on me, was a gorgeous Rastafarian all in baby blues. He and I could NOT stop staring into one another’s eyes. It was almost unnerving, as I had come with no interest whatsoever in hooking up with anyone (having just left a great relationship going nowhere, etc., etc.). But he approached, we connected (on a number of levels and in a number of ways), shared comments about the band, and eventually made a date. Here’s the clincher: he turned out to be a trombonist for a world-famous band, in town for a few days, but he spent most of the rest of that time with me. His initials are M.R.. Mine are R.M..
Say what you will, but I will follow that astrology chart and believe in the destiny it affords…all the way to extremes just short of free will. For along with free will as impetus, it makes sense that the astrology chart, ancient and sagacious and often right, is what reminds me that besides business and work and responsibilities there is magic that supersedes coincidence. M.R. agrees with me. He’s a Leo, too.
About the Author:
R.M. an aspiring writer and astrology sign enthusiast.