“Mind you, I am not sure that we have a drawing-room, but we pretend we have, and it’s all the same. Hoop la!”
He went off dancing. …. and they all cried “Hoop la!” and danced after him, searching for the drawing-room; and I forget whether they found it, but at any rate they found corners, and they all fitted in.
There’s a party in progress. Over near the canape table, loaded with sliced cheese, stuffed mushrooms (the best kind), and other goodies, a voice is heard, rich and warm, punctuated with cackles, attracting a crowd of people …. .(a female voice).
” ….. and the first day I was there, I decided to go horseback riding, up in the mountains. Since there was no one to see me, I removed my shirt, because I wanted to get a tan all over, you know? There I was, perched on this palomino, as naked as Lady Godiva from the waist up, and you know how modest I am. It was a riot. Well, after a couple of hours, I was as red as a lobster, and I figured it was time to ride my horse back to the stables, where I’d rented it. But when I reached for my shirt to put it on, it wasn’t there. It had slipped off the saddle horn somewhere in the woods. Can you imagine me riding back, and facing all those men at the stables, in that seminude condition? Naturally, I burst into tears from embarrassment. I knew I just couldn’t do it. So, I said to the horse, half hysterically. . . . .”
At the same time, from over near another table, loaded with Perrier water, fruit juices, and several bottles of red and white wine, comes another voice, clear and sparkling, with perfect emphasis and timing, as a second crowd gathers . .. so this guy in Indiana comes home drunk every night for years, until finally his wife threatens to leave him. Because he’s really in love with her, he straightens out for a few months. Then this one night he falls off the wagon, gets soused on stingers, and forgets where he lives for three days and nights. Now he’s afraid to go home, because she may not forgive him this time. So he has a brainstorm. He goes to a pay phone, drops in a dime, dials his home number, and when his wife answers, he screams into the receiver, ‘Oh, Helen, it’s so good to hear your voice! I thought I’d never hear it again. Now listen carefully. I’m in Arizona, and I’ll be home tomorrow, but get the police to tap the phone as soon as I hang up – and if they call before I get there, DON’T PAY THE RANSOM MONEY – I JUST ESCAPED!’”
They’re both good talkers, Gemini and Cancer. The Crab’s ability to remember details and to tell a story with sensitive perception, laced with the Lunar imagination and humor, can hold a crowd spellbound. If there’s also a Gemini in the room, weaving tall tales with wit and charm, and maybe doing a few card tricks on the side, the bystanders won’t know which of the three rings to watch at the circus. (One ring for Cancer, two for Gemini, the Twins. Two of everything for Gemini.)
Before the party’s over, either Cancer or Gemini (or both) may whip out a camera and start snapping. Gemini and Cancer share a love for photography with Leo and Pisces, the four Sun Signs most likely to be professional or amateur photographers, each for a different reason. The majority of top photographers were born under one of these four signs, or have the Moon or Ascendent there – and between them, they have the camera market pretty well cornered.
Another similarity between the Crab and the Twins is that their auras are colored with many shades, because they’re both so moody. Cancer dips from the deep blues of depression to the rose of sentiment, sloshes around in the brown of crankiness or the muddy lime greens of fear and hypochondria, then crawls back up to lavender-hued nostalgia and soft pink laughter.
Gemini flits from bright yellow cheer to the indigo of despair, experiments with the shimmering silver of dreams and the gold of hope, then plunges down into the grey of despondency, from which he-she quickly leaps into glistening white childlike faith.
When their auras mix, every color of the spectrum is represented, from transparent etheric to ultraviolet… and a few more tones and shades that have not yet been perceived, let alone named.
They’re both dreamers, and both expert in the art of getting publicity (although the Crabs pretend not to be interested, he and she fool no one – they adore attention). They also both have vivid imaginations, and they’re both inclined to laugh in public and cry in private. So you may think it’s difficult to tell them apart. It is not. It’s as easy as telling a bird in the air from a crab on the beach. One flies with the wind or an errant breeze, flapping its wings, its bright eyes darting to and fro quickly. The other crawls carefully along the shore, near the water, in the moonlight … backwards, sideways, slowly and deliberately. Both are frequently amusing. Both change their dispositions without warning.
Regardless of their matching behavior at times, in their basic natures, as with all other 2-12 Sun Sign Patterns, Gemini and Cancer are as different as night and day, as positive and negative as the north and south poles – and, in this case, as different as Air and Water (which are very different, you must admit).
The Twins are Mutable; consequently, they prefer to dash around, here and there, communicating ideas and dreams, to being the Big Boss and running the show. The Crabs are Cardinal, they definitely do not enjoy communicating (especially their own secrets) and prefer to run things – not necessarily out front, with a brass band, but still very much in charge.
Being influenced by the 2-12 vibration, Gemini senses (because Cancer is the sign ahead of Gemini on the karmic wheel) that he or she has much to learn from the care and caution and secrecy of the Crabs – the ability to sit and wait patiently, and the tenacity to stay with an idea long enough for it to develop from a misty into a solid form. Because Gemini is the sign behind Cancer, the Crab is wistfully conscious of a faint soul memory of how it was to be driven by the multiple yearnings of Mercury, searching the world over for a place to settle, yet reluctant to linger too long in one spot, for fear of missing something more exciting. The Crabs remember, ah! they remember … and so, ruled in this present existence by the fluctuating Moon, they are periodically consumed by wanderlust, and at the same time held back by fear (springing from the same karmic soul memory) of losing, in Gemini fashion, what they already possess. That’s why Cancerians usually remain by the hearth, flying (normally) only through the imagination, under a Full or New Moon, safely secure during such imaginary flights near the home nest. But because they do understand, the Crabs often tolerate the restlessness of the Twins better than most other Sun Signs are apt to do.
In friendship, business, love relationships, Gemini is not inclined to cling.
If anything, they hold too lightly and casually, let go too quickly and sometimes discard too soon. Cancer hangs on for dear life (barring those Twins and Crabs with Moon Signs or Ascendents that strongly conflict with their natal Suns, and even then, the conflict is merely periodic and temporary). The typical Crabs fear that if they should loosen their grip, they’ll be left without an anchor, in strange, new waters, bereft of the comforting and the familiar.
Of course, some Crabs will deny this trait with vehemence – the ones whose birth charts contain an Aries, Gemini or Sag Moon or Ascendent. Even so, don’t be overly impressed with their denials – especially their claims that they don’t save things or hang on to things. The tenacious quality is always there. It just takes some subtle forms in each individual Moon Child. If you search long enough, you’ll find it.
A Gemini psychiatrist, whose office is on the ground floor of a building where I used to live, told me about a Cancerian patient he once treated for a mild neurosis. The Crab is completely cured now, happy and well adjusted, no longer weepy. On the first visit to the psychiatrist, there was so much emphasis on nostalgia and financial security, the secretive patient’s Sun Sign peeked out. After a couple of hours of listening, the Gemini “shrink,” although fascinated, began to fidget from sitting in one place so long, so he switched on one of his fast Mercury subject changes and remarked, “I’ll bet you were born under the sign of Cancer.”
“Yes, I was,” replied the surprised patient. “It’s very clever of you to have guessed that, since I have absolutely none of the typical Lunar characteristics. Astrology claims that Cancer is clinging and tenacious. Not me. I’m not like that at all. And I’m not in the least possessive. I don’t save things, and I never hang on.”
“Well,” mused the Twins, glibly, “maybe it’s your Moon Sign. Now, let’s make an appointment for next week.”
CRAB: YOU want me to go, is that it? You want to get rid of me, because I bore you as a patient, and you think I’m too far gone for even you to help. That’s what you’re trying to tell me.
THE TWINS: NO, no – of course not. Not at all. It’s just that I’m due in Chicago tonight for a speech, and if I don’t leave for the airport within fifteen minutes, I’ll miss my plane.
CRAB: I see. And you want me to leave. You’re hinting for me to leave. Isn’t that right?
THE TWINS: NO. I mean, yes. Well, it isn’t that I want you to leave. But I’m afraid I’ll miss my plane, that’s all.
CRAB: Could I maybe ride along with you in the taxi to the airport? And if you’ll be back tomorrow, you could come over to my place for dinner. I make a really tasty meatless spaghetti.
THE TWINS: I’d love to, but … I’ve already made another engagement for dinner tomorrow night, after I return.
CRAB: (weeping) You hate me. I can take a hint. I’ll go.
THE TWINS: Please don’t cry. You’re wrong. I’m not trying to get rid of you. I wish I could take you to Chicago with me. I enjoy your company. Honest.
CRAB: (brightening considerably) You do? Okay, then can I make an appointment for the day after tomorrow instead of next week?
The funniest part of the story is that the Cancerian patient was a female Crab, a Moon Maid, who is now happily married to the Gemini psychiatrist. I trust this little story will illustrate to Geminis of any sex, age or profession, who are involved with a Cancerian in any way, that the quick can be tripped up by the quiescent – whether in romance, across the table in a card game or in a business deal, not to mention running around the family circle.
Crabs are impressionable, sensitive men, women and children. They tend to be periodically contrary and sullen, brooding over slights, real or imagined. But the Twins can usually sweet-talk or double-talk them into crawling back out of their shells. Gemini is the mental (or actual) wanderer, a lonely drifter, cut loose from ties, emotionally (and sometimes literally) homeless, lost and seeking … the eternal child. A Cancerian is the eternal Mother (or Father), protective, warm, tender and coaxing. It’s little wonder these two are drawn to each other … part … then return … then part again.
The element of Water, when it saturates Air with enough moisture, causes a shower that clears the atmosphere of fog, smog – and misunderstanding. Consequently, Cancer can make Gemini pour out those Twin desires, shed some truthful tears, and pause a moment, now and then, to remember the things that really matter.
Love Signs by Linda Goodman