…they knew it was make-believe, while to him makebelieve and true were exactly the same thing. This sometimes troubled them, as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners.
An ancient Chippewa song begins:
as my eyes search the prairie
I feel the summer … in the spring
These words were surely chanted in the Garden of the Gods, at sunrise, by an Aquarian Chippewa. They express so clearly the essence of the Water Bearers, who feel the summer in the spring – and the winter in the fall – always a season ahead of everyone else. Their Uranus vision, spanning the years, the decades, and even the centuries, gives them the benefit of an extra dimension or two, which accounts for the vague expression in their eyes.
The rare ability to gaze into the world of Tomorrow, while remaining acutely conscious of the world of Today, involves the Intelligence, the Instinct and the Imagination, functioning together as a trinity, smoothly and simultaneously. When Pisceans peek into Tomorrow, they often ignore Today – and the brief glimpses into the Future that Sagittarians occasionally experience are just that – brief moments of prophecy. Scorpios become too intensely involved in whatever dimension they’re floating within, to pay heed to any others at the same time. Only the Water Bearers can juggle the Intelligence, Instinct and Imagination as a triplicity, allowing them to form a three-dimensional image of Past, Present and Future, which is perfectly synchronized. Now do you see why Aquarius is called the “Sign of Genius”? Some Aquarian men and women enjoy it so much out there in Tomorrow, or Yesterday, however, that they forget their synching talent, and decide to visit there for a while, in their astral bodies, leaving their flesh bodies behind them to manage as best they can during the absence, walking around zombie-like, neither hearing nor seeing, and speaking in an unintelligible mumble. Do you see why Aquarius is also called the “Sign of Insanity”?
Ah, Genius and Insanity! They go together, like pickles and pumpernickel, and every single Aquarian who has ever walked the Earth is the first, while also being harassed, from time to time, by the second – or accusations of it. From Mia Farrow Previn to Lewis Carroll, from Abraham Lincoln to Tallulah Bankhead, from Ayn Rand and Telly Savalas to Vanessa Redgrave and Charlie Brown’s dog, Snoopy (alias Joe Cool and the Red Baron) Aquarians are well aware that they possess this half-and-half nature, and they are all rather marvelously untroubled by it, happily admitting their quirks, like Aquarian astrologer Carroll Righter, who cheerfully quipped, when his mother called him “an odd duckling” – “Well, quack quack!”
Grand Old Opry star Minnie Pearl tells about a man in her home town who isn’t very bright. After he’s opened his mouth and said, “Howdy!” he has told you everything he knows, claims Minnie. She shouldn’t judge him too hastily. He could be an Aquarian, out there on one of his extended trips into the ethers. The mechanism on his Time Machine which he carries in his noodle got jammed somewhere, perhaps in another century, caught in a Space Warp (a kind of hole in the sky) and he hasn’t returned yet. But he will. Or she will. Water Bearers always count-down from Tomorrow, and re-appear brighter than when they left in their mental capsules. The Aquarians who keep an even keel between all dimensions more often than they get lost in a Space Warp, are the prophets, visionaries, creative brains and inventive geniuses of mankind and womankind. They gather the Waters of Wisdom and Higher Truth from the deep wells of Tomorrow, and pour it out in a continuous flow, in their weird guises ofpixilated scientists and inventors, musicians, artists, writers, politicians, cab drivers, barbers and Chippewa Indian Chiefs and Squaws. That’s sort of “where it’s at” with Aquarius, “it” being their consciousness, and “at” being the triple dimension of Time and Space they visit.
As for the Bulls, we can sum up their position in Time and Space very quickly. Taurus exists in solid, tangible form in the Here and Now. Never mind the Heretofore or the Hereafter. One dimension is usually more than satisfactory for both the male and the female Bulls. As far as these men and women are concerned, there are quite enough problems to be solved on this level, in the Present, without flying around looking for trouble on other levels in the Past or Future. Tomorrow was made for some, perhaps. But to Taurus, Tomorrow may never come. Take care of Today. Even the very rare, “psychic” Bull, such as Taurean Peter Hurkos, is glued to Earth. Hurkos may take a swing out into the Future, or back into the Past, due to other planetary positions in his birth chart, but when he returns from his brief, un-Taurus-like flights, he wants his dinner, and he wants it on time. He also pays his bills, minds his business, and expects others to mind theirs. Besides, the only reason a Taurus psychic scatters any predictive pearls, is to convince people they should behave in a sensible manner right now, and they should be prepared, in a practical way, for any emergencies the Bull may have glimpsed in the Future.
Unlike Aquarius, Taurus is neither weird nor pixilated. Taurus personifies Norman Rockwell’s paintings – all of them. The Bull’s eyes do not contain the Aquarian’s vague expression. They are soft, serene – and sometimes beady, when the Bull is in a fury (which occurs most infrequently, but when it does, makes up for its rarity with intensity). However, Taureans do often mumble, like Aquarians, in unintelligible monosyllables, at times, like “Yep””Nope” – “Uh-Huh” – “Huh-Uh” – and “Grmmmpphhff.” So in this respect, there’s a faint resemblance between them. These two were both born under a Fixed Sign, giving them also in common a certain Fixity of purpose (you might prefer to call it obstinacy). Outside of these similarities, they’re as far apart as two humans can be, and still recognize one another as being from the same planet. (It must be admitted here, in all honesty, that sometimes Taurus and Aquarius do not recognize one another as being from the same planet.) Taurus desires to retain the status quo. Aquarius desires to change it.
Picture these two, eyeing each other across a room, or across the street.
Aquarius, the Bouncing Crystal Ball- and Taurus, the immovable, but lovable Lump of Earth. It’s difficult to imagine their conversation, if they should decide to draw closer, isn’t it? I mean, after all, what does an immovable, but lovable Lump of Earth say to a Bouncing Crystal Ball? “GrrmmmpphhfF”? And what, in heaven’s name, does a Bouncing Crystal Ball say to an immovable, but lovable Lump of Earth? “Howdy! “??? Well, let me tell you that, regardless of what the folks in Minnie Pearl’s home town might believe, this mutual greeting will definitely never convey all that either of them knows.
Taurus is not inclined to be a chatterbox, blabbing all his (or her) knowledge to strangers. However, the practical facts and common sense the Bulls have cautiously accumulated, and carefully stored in their heads, are nonetheless powerful mental tools, when they choose to sharpen them and go to work building a house, a financial empire, a career – or a firm approach to love and friendship. “Grrmmmpphhff is assuredly not all Taurus knows. But it may be all the Bulls are willing to tell an Aquarian on short acquaintance, until they’ve had time to decide if the Water Bearer is worth the energy required for any further chit-chat.
As for Aquarius, the Uranus-ruled men and women always know far more than they spill carelessly out of their little brown jugs. They receive their kicks from life by playing W. C. Fields, speaking in Sanskrit, underwater … sometimes varying this by switching to Peter Lorre or Boris Karloff, whispering through a megaphone, while chewing bubble gum underwater. When they’re on dry land, they use a word scrambling device (invisible, of course) that makes their Uranian conversations often sound like a tape being played backwards, at high speed. Even when their remarks are clear enough to sound like a tape being played forward, at slow speed, there are usually lots of blank spots, where the tape has been erased. Haven’t you noticed that? Taurus has noticed it, frequently, and gives a disgusted grunt or “Grrmmmpphhff,” refusing to try to cope with such nonsense. Or … do the Water Bearers perhaps just flip off their switches now and then, when they want to splice out a thought, an idea, a feeling or a concept too far advanced for the ordinary mortal to comprehend? Whatever, the point is that Taurus and Aquarius will communicate with one another exactly in the same manner they each communicate with the rest of us – in their own time, and in their own way.
This is a 4-10 Sun Sign Pattern, which means that compatibility and comprehension between these two is achieved only with effort – and is rewarded with that good feeling of having accomplished something worthwhile, when it is finally achieved. Assuming they’ve broken the ice with “Grrmmmpphhff” and “Howdy!” how do they then break down the bashful barriers of Taurus, and the detachment of Aquarius, to get into action as a unity? It depends on many factors. To begin with, Taurus has a great deal more reserve of manner than do the typical, friendly, gregarious Water Bearers. Even the timid Aquarians count everyone as “friend,” from the postman to the President (the President of the local Anti-pollution League, or the President of the United States – Aquarius hardly knows the difference). It’s all they can do, these people, to keep themselves straightened out on the difference between girls and boys, top and bottom, up and down, black and white, cold and hot, and all that. A typical Aquarian is not prejudiced in his or her choice of buddies. “Buddy” is a term Uranian folk use to describe lovers, husbands, wives, cats, dogs, squirrels, children, neighbors, dolphins, muggers, pickpockets, relatives and so on. They are all “buddies.” Sometimes this is varied with “my pal,” “my old buddy,” “my good buddy,” “my friend” – but never “my best friend.” Aquarians are no more partial to friends than they are selective of them, so no one ever becomes the Aquarian’s “best friend.”
Taurus is just one of the crowd. The Bulls may bring along their empty cups if they wish, and the Water Bearers will fill them. But Uranus-ruled men and women (and children) have little patience with the Bull’s long silences and pouting spells. There are too many thirsty people out there who need their time and attention, and a long drink from the waters of Uranian Wisdom.
It takes the average Taurean several years to make a friend – a real friend, not counting relatives and casual acquaintances. It takes Aquarius approximately only five seconds to say, “Howdy, Buddy!” Then you’ve been told, you believe, all he (or she) knows, in Uranus Sanskrit, of course, or maybe in Aquarian hieroglyphics – so now you’re friends, right? Taurus is suspicious of friendships made quickly, taken lightly, and so loosely defined.
If these two work through a harmonious Sun-Moon-Ascendent relationship between their birth charts, they’ll eventually begin to speak the same language, and be able to communicate. Even without help from a favorable Luminary and Ascendent exchange, and other such harmonious aspects in their horoscopes, they’ll learn many valuable lessons from each other, and the mutual education could be fun and firecrackers, as well as mentally and emotionally stimulating -causing their souls to stretch. Souls need exercise too, just like bodies. That’s the purpose of the 4-10 vibration.
With a square or opposition between their mutual Luminaries, and Ascendents, these two Sun Signs may have to learn to protect themselves in the clinches. The Bulls will balk at the airy nonchalance of the Aquarians, who may seem to be looking down and patronizing them, from up there in the clouds. The Water Bearers will need a finn grip to keep from slipping over the wobbly line between Genius and Insanity, when the earthy Taureans make them feel they’re pulling the dead weight of the Bull’s disapproval behind them on their trips into outer space.
Although there’s a rumor that a lone cow once crashed the scene in a grand leap, it’s difficult for a Bull to jump over the Moon, for all his (or her) splendid strength – as hard as it is for an Aquarian to be confined by a barbed wire fence, in a peaceful, but monotonous pasture. But if it’s true that “the dish ran away with the spoon,” why can’t a Bull frolic happily with a Water Bearer? In the realms of tolerance and joy, cats can play fiddles, and – Hey-diddle-diddle! a Bull can jump over the Moon! I just checked my notes, and several of the astronauts were Sun Sign Taureans. What do you know? Life is full of surprises, as any Aquarian can tell you. Even if you don’t ask.
Love Signs by Linda Goodman