“They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.”
The older Librans grow, the wiser they become. After playing both judge and jury, and weighing decisions of yes or no, wrong or right, stop or go, thousands of times, a person gradually begins to have confidence in what he (or she) is doing. It takes practice.
Libra men and women (and children) never pretend to know things they don’t know, as some of the other Sun Signs tend to do. They ask. They deliberate. They discuss. If they’re in doubt, they’ll frankly admit “I’m in doubt.” They’re obsessed by a moral compulsion to do the fair thing, rather than the unfair thing. To do something they consider morally wrong gravely disturbs their consciences. That’s why, when a Libran finally does say something, people believe it’s trustworthy – and nine times out of ten, it is.
This is true of the white ones, the mauve ones, and the blue ones. Incredible as it may seem, a so-called Libran “hit man,” one who murders for pay (and a few of them admittedly have been born in October), has what he believes to be just cause for such deplorable professional activities. It would be interesting to know what his justification might be, but you can be certain there’s been a justification, if he’s a Libran – and twisted or not, it’s been weighed in the Scales of fairness and morality.
For example, all soldiers and officers in the armed forces who were born under the Sun Sign of Libra sincerely believe they’re justified in taking human life, not viewing war as murder, but seeing themselves as patriotic heroes, defending some great cause. Sometimes they’re right, sometimes they’re wrong, but they always believe they’re right, arriving at their assessments only after due deliberation.
A Libra Playboy model will have gone through the same weighing process as her less exhibitionistic-type Libran sisters, and arrived at what she believes are logical and even moral reasons for her decision to accept money to use her body to deliberately titillate and sexually arouse strangers. She will have considered all sides, and decided that the cash benefits she believes she needs for a private dream somehow balance the abasement of her femininity and her future motherhood. Some of her justifications will contain a modicum of sense, some will be pure self-deception – but you can be sure they’ll all have been seriously weighed on Libra’s Scales before a decision is made.
This is what makes Libra people so lovable. No matter how major or minor their mistakes in judgment, one always knows they’ve genuinely tried to do what’s right and fair and just – and trying is never less than a virtue when it’s sincere, as it invariably is with Libra.
Unfortunately, other people may not see it that way. Librans are always being unfairly labeled by other Sun Signs as unreliable, accused of not following through on Tuesday what they said on Monday last. That’s why they often feel more comfortable when they’re dealing with one another. At least, two Librans will usually give each other credit for decency of motive, regardless of personal disagreements, and they’ll have more than their “fair” share of those. Despite one Libra person’s vacillation, the other Libran is sympathetically aware that when his (her) mind is finally made up, there will be a grim determination to follow through that nothing short of a cannon ball could stop. Each Libra knows the other Libra’s mind is firm, once it’s been firmed. I mean, really, what could be more logical than that? Before firming, it’s like clay, easily changed from one form to another – until the final molding. Then the decision is popped into the potter’s oven to be glazed, never failing to come out hard and tough, resistant and enduring.
Two Librans of the same or opposite sexes, adults or children, will spend a great deal of their time together talking. All the subjects will be enthralling because of the logical, intellectual aspect Libra brings to the analysis. Some will concern vital issues of the day involving politics, ecology, and so forth; some will be petty, inconsequential matters, like what are the best kinds of strings for a guitar or tennis racquet, or whether the window should be closed or open at night when one is sleeping. I’ll settle that last argument for them myself. Open. Definitely open. Most especially with Libra, because all Air Signs tend to have poor circulation, and must breathe fresh air while they’re sleeping or they’ll never achieve stable health and longevity.
But the subject matter isn’t what’s important in a discussion between these two Venus-ruled people, nor is the question of who wins and who loses important. What’s important to Librans is the excitement of a mutually stimulating intellectual debate, which they find mentally energizing, like a tonic. Unlike their debates with other Sun Signs, verbal exchanges between these two usually end in a draw anyway. Each of them starts out choosing a side, and as things progress, they begin taking a different side, then trading sides in the middle, until an onlooker is totally confused. All the while, the two Libra opponents are happily enjoying themselves. As long as these two people are given a reasonable length of time in which to discuss matters with one another and make up their minds, there’s no trauma involved. It’s when other Sun Signs rush them into decisions that their Scales dip out of balance, causing more mental, emotional, and physical damage than anyone would ever guess – except another Libran. Any Venus-ruled person beset with multiple problems simultaneously, each demanding priority attention, can be pressed beyond endurance, whether it’s Libra President Jimmy Carter or your own Libra friend, relative, neighbor, business associate, lover, or mate.
An excellent example of Libra’s ability to stick to a decision, once made, is India’s Mahatma Gandhi’s amazing will power in holding fast to his firm faith in passive nonresistance as the only path to freedom from tyranny and a lasting peace. The caste system of his country was an affront to his Libra sense of justice, dramatically demonstrated by his adoption of the daughter of an “untouchable.”
Libra and Libra have more in common than just their mutual dimples and ear-to-ear smiles, their indecisiveness, and their concern for fairness. An office, classroom, store, or home where you see two of them floating on their pink clouds, or hanging around in their helicopters, will probably be tastefully decorated, most likely in pastel shades, or at the very least, in a subdued, matching color scheme, or they won’t be there very long. Nor will they be comfortable in the midst of loud noises or jarring sounds. Very few Librans are construction workers, not just because of the ear-splitting offense of riveting and such, but also because the Venus influence causes them to recoil from soiled clothes. All forms of dirt are displeasing to them aesthetically. Ugliness of any kind quickly disturbs the Libra equilibrium. A Libra ambulance driver is certain to be a most unhappy human, considering the shrill scream of the sirens and the nature of the work. Add police and firemen sirens and duties to the list of no-no’s for Libra. Any Libran involved in such occupations should already be weighing a change as soon as possible. Whatever the sex, age, or social status, Libra needs to sink back periodically into a pile of plump pillows and listen to music now and then, to restore harmony to the soul.
One of the perplexing problems which will plague two Librans in any kind of an association is the metabolism syndrome. It’s like this: When a Libra person is evenly balanced, the life style will consist of equal periods of what some unfair meanies call laziness, but which is really exhaustion requiring rest – following exhausting spurts of stamina and energy. Libra will work like a plough horse, feverishly, efficiently, and uncomplainingly for a long while – then suddenly reverse gears into a long spell of trancelike lethargy, during which (believe it or not!) even talking is an effort. It’s all Librans can do to keep from taking to their beds at such times. There should be no guilt feelings associated with the Libra lethargic periods, because it simply means the physiological Scales are demanding balance. The batteries must be recharged by complete rest in a tranquil, quiet atmosphere. If a Libra person is unable to do this, but is forced to go to work, mingle with people, and so forth, he (or she) will be so unpleasant, miserable, and just plain nasty, everyone starts to wonder how astrology can possibly be correct in calling these folk peaceful, gentle souls with a smooth temperament and mild manners. Don’t blame me, I’ve always warned you that Librans are regular cross patches when their bodies and minds don’t receive the proper rest at the time they need and demand it. I’m the one (as far as I know) who coined the phrase “cranky crocodiles” for Libra, so I haven’t led you astray by telling you only about the sweet side of their natures. But the important thing about all this is that, when a couple of Librans get together, they should chart their individual “push-retreat” periods and pray that these occur at different times. Like, when one Libran is weary, dreary, and lethargic, the other one should be in the “manic” stage – peppy enough to wait on, soothe, and pamper the former one. And, naturally, vice versa. If their up-down periods match, maybe one Libra can try to “tum around,” so to speak, to counterbalance the other Libran’s mood swings – because these two can’t expect compatibility unless their metabolisms are thus counterbalanced.
Just imagine the scene when two Librans are both in an upswing, furiously writing poems, cleaning out closets, scrubbing floors, walking the dog, waxing the car, bathing the baby every five minutes, their four bare feet happily stomping in washtubs full of grapes, to make wine, singing continuously. . . . .smiling those dazzling smiles until there’s so much light in the house it fades all the colors in the drapes and furniture (which were already pastel before they faded) …… getting months ahead on any work they do, dancing and prancing, and, in general, carrying on in a veritable frenzy of perfumed, powerful, and vital activity – bicycling, tricycling, jogging, jumping, sun bathing, swimming, winning sparkling all through the night and leaping all through the day. Just thinking about it is enough to fatigue the faint-hearted.
Next, picture these same two Librans hitting a down-swing together, in unison. There they are, sadly synchronized – walking around like zombies, numb and weak, their four eyes glazed, as irritable as can be, making mistakes in their checkbooks, talking back to the boss at work, dangerously crossing the street without looking, listless, unsmiling, pale and frail and wan – both of them draped across the air-conditioner, or flopped on the floor, in a kind of stupor, unable to move or speak, like helpless puppets whose strings have been abruptly cut. Isn’t that a depressing scene to imagine? I paint these pictures with broad strokes of the planetary brush hopefully to startle the two Libra people reading this chapter into realizing how important it is for them to try to polarize their metabolisms if they’re going to spend a lot of time hanging around together. That way, they can give each other a helping hand – a kind of buddy-boost to the spirits.
Libra is known to astrology as The Peacemaker, and one of the most beautiful things about two Librans is that they possess the wonderful ability to bring peace into one another’s minds and hearts. Both hope and optimism spring eternal in the Venus breast. Sentimental Librans think in terms of poetry, art, and music … and so their thoughts have wings, with the power to fly them into ever higher heavens from the darkest hells. Although these people judge themselves harshly, with no allowance for plea bargaining, they won’t impose their sense of morality on others.
Libra sternly pronounces the judgment of Truth and Justice, then is counseled gently by Venus to suspend the sentence – to grant to the contrite accused and to the sorrowful guilty their freedom … and another chance … bringing the faint-remembered echo of someone’s compassionate words:
Judge not, that ye be not also judged. That’s how Libra’s Scales measure human frailty and mortal yearnings – when they’re balanced.
Love Signs by Linda Goodman