So I thought I should post the Virgo Man -Cancer/Scorpio/Pisces sections from linda goodman. It might help you watery girls (and helpfully keeping you contained to this topic j/k)
Water chick going for a Virgo? This is for you
*hopefully
Already losing my Virgoan mojo in le deep waterz.
Already losing my Virgoan mojo in le deep waterz.
Posted by Damnata
So I thought I should post the Virgo Man -Cancer/Scorpio/Pisces sections from linda goodman. It might help you watery girls (and helpfully keeping you contained to this topic j/k)
Not very positive going for another go with a Virgo. been burned once, and I aint too smart to not learn from the lesson. LOL
CANCER Woman VIRGO Man
"What are you quacking about?" Peter answered. "Why don't you let the nest drift as usual?"
"I... want... you . . . " the bird said, and repeated it all over.
A strong emotional involvement between Virgo and Cancer is multilayered, an experience of many dimensions. We'll try one on for size. Not fictional, but very real. To protect the innocent (for both players in the drama are indeed innocent of a conscious intent to hurt each other), we'll change the names, geography and such . . . retaining only the thread of truth that could link this Moon
Maiden and her Virgo man to you and your own girl Crab - or you and your own Virgo lover. It's much stranger than fiction, truth is, because almost always Life wins the race against man's and woman's limited imaginations.
His name, the Virgo, is Gerald, make-believing. Her name, the Lunar lass, is Hope, for imagery. They met and first miracled somewhere in Illinois, where they fell in love more than a dozen years ago. They are the parents of five assorted beautiful girls and boys, cherished by both of them. They have not yet married. Somehow, they can't live together, nor can they live apart. Following the haunted karmic path of the 3-11 Kismet, they walk along, arm-in-arm, for months of empathy and closeness. Then Gerald's yearning begins, Hope's sighing starts . . . they reach that sad, familiar fork in the road and take different directions, waving goodbye wistfully, before the last, abrupt turn - and the slow walk back alone. Time moves on, but destiny lingers. Sooner or later, there's the memory of her lyrical laugh, her mushroom soup and patchwork quilts of warm affection. His lonely reaches its breaking point just when she's making her wonted wish on the New Moon, and he appears at her door. Then they swaddle the babies snugly within the blankets of their reunion joy, closing out the world of her disapproving, frowning (but long-suffering) parents, and become a family again. Until it's time for him to go, leaving, as always, a part of himself behind . . . to manifest itself nine months later into another living proof of the mutual need that binds them. Five times. Five angels to guide them down that remembered, dreamlike path, through the dark forest of misunderstandings. Next time, it will be six, the number of Venus. It could be different. Venus may have plans to overcome Cancer's inconstant Moon and Virgo's restless Mercury.
"What are you quacking about?" Peter answered. "Why don't you let the nest drift as usual?"
"I... want... you . . . " the bird said, and repeated it all over.
A strong emotional involvement between Virgo and Cancer is multilayered, an experience of many dimensions. We'll try one on for size. Not fictional, but very real. To protect the innocent (for both players in the drama are indeed innocent of a conscious intent to hurt each other), we'll change the names, geography and such . . . retaining only the thread of truth that could link this Moon
Maiden and her Virgo man to you and your own girl Crab - or you and your own Virgo lover. It's much stranger than fiction, truth is, because almost always Life wins the race against man's and woman's limited imaginations.
His name, the Virgo, is Gerald, make-believing. Her name, the Lunar lass, is Hope, for imagery. They met and first miracled somewhere in Illinois, where they fell in love more than a dozen years ago. They are the parents of five assorted beautiful girls and boys, cherished by both of them. They have not yet married. Somehow, they can't live together, nor can they live apart. Following the haunted karmic path of the 3-11 Kismet, they walk along, arm-in-arm, for months of empathy and closeness. Then Gerald's yearning begins, Hope's sighing starts . . . they reach that sad, familiar fork in the road and take different directions, waving goodbye wistfully, before the last, abrupt turn - and the slow walk back alone. Time moves on, but destiny lingers. Sooner or later, there's the memory of her lyrical laugh, her mushroom soup and patchwork quilts of warm affection. His lonely reaches its breaking point just when she's making her wonted wish on the New Moon, and he appears at her door. Then they swaddle the babies snugly within the blankets of their reunion joy, closing out the world of her disapproving, frowning (but long-suffering) parents, and become a family again. Until it's time for him to go, leaving, as always, a part of himself behind . . . to manifest itself nine months later into another living proof of the mutual need that binds them. Five times. Five angels to guide them down that remembered, dreamlike path, through the dark forest of misunderstandings. Next time, it will be six, the number of Venus. It could be different. Venus may have plans to overcome Cancer's inconstant Moon and Virgo's restless Mercury.
That's the way it sometimes is with these two lovers. Especially if the Virgo man is the kind who fears that a deep involvement will cause him to lose his own identity, the common and persistent worry of both technical and astrological Virgins. Especially if the Cancerian woman is the kind who chooses the path of least resistance . . . motherhood and waiting . . . counting on the New Moon
magic to weave a spell of magnetic memory to lure back the questing Virgo man who is not quite strong enough to stay, yet is unable to escape the pull of her luminous enchantment.. again and again. Typically, some Moon Maidens believe that babies or money can soften any blow of Fate, anesthetize any kind of pain.
There are, naturally, other kinds of Crabs and Virgins. There's the kind of Virgo man who smoothly adapts to the necessity of adjusting his bachelor-button antipathy to partnership, of pacing his jogging to someone else's rhythm. He calculates the loss of his privacy against the rewards of companionship, and he remains - asking only for occasional periods of pensive apartness, time in
which to wander by himself, to refresh his single-minded goals. As priests and monks are required to make "retreats," so are all Virgo men required by their own natures to retreat and meditate alone now and then, returning from their seclusion self-revitalized and freshly sweet. Newly able to innocently believe once more in tomorrow.
The Cancerian girl who understands this need of the Virgo man she loves will take care to walk softly while he's dreaming, find her own retreat beneath a bristlecone pine that's maybe waited a century or so for a friend to sit beside it, sharing a silent but eloquent communion. Trees know a lot. They listen sympathetically, and they are kind. If trees could walk, they'd never take a cruel knife
and painfully carve their names, within a heart, on the arms or backs of lovers. Trees are wondrous teachers of forgiveness.
magic to weave a spell of magnetic memory to lure back the questing Virgo man who is not quite strong enough to stay, yet is unable to escape the pull of her luminous enchantment.. again and again. Typically, some Moon Maidens believe that babies or money can soften any blow of Fate, anesthetize any kind of pain.
There are, naturally, other kinds of Crabs and Virgins. There's the kind of Virgo man who smoothly adapts to the necessity of adjusting his bachelor-button antipathy to partnership, of pacing his jogging to someone else's rhythm. He calculates the loss of his privacy against the rewards of companionship, and he remains - asking only for occasional periods of pensive apartness, time in
which to wander by himself, to refresh his single-minded goals. As priests and monks are required to make "retreats," so are all Virgo men required by their own natures to retreat and meditate alone now and then, returning from their seclusion self-revitalized and freshly sweet. Newly able to innocently believe once more in tomorrow.
The Cancerian girl who understands this need of the Virgo man she loves will take care to walk softly while he's dreaming, find her own retreat beneath a bristlecone pine that's maybe waited a century or so for a friend to sit beside it, sharing a silent but eloquent communion. Trees know a lot. They listen sympathetically, and they are kind. If trees could walk, they'd never take a cruel knife
and painfully carve their names, within a heart, on the arms or backs of lovers. Trees are wondrous teachers of forgiveness.
If the Moon maid finds her own midsummer night's dream in which to wander, those times when her Virgo man has disappeared somewhere inside himself to brood or plan - or to heal his worried mind - he'll stay. They can harmonize themselves this way in perfect tempo, their relationship never jolted by the violent percussion of "Goodbye" - "Come back" - "What did I say or do?" - "Don't go" - "May I come home?" - "Forgive me" - "Please don't hurt me anymore." It's a matter of calmly floating with the ebb and flow of the tides between them, not trying to surfboard over waves too high and dangerous.
Then too, there are those girl Crabs who are acutely aware of Cancer's Cardinal charisma, those Lunar-ruled females who patiently reinforce the weak or worn corners of the fabric of a relationship with concentration on a career. Her ambitions then become the vivid colors - and a love affair or marriage that wasn't quite made in Heaven but was conceived near enough the stars to sometimes
sparkle, becomes the pastel background pattern of her life. It works. It adds strength to their love. They separate each morning, and she goes her tenacious way, while he whistles happily, tinkering with engines, practicing his yoga . . . rewrites the dictionary, draws maps or maybe juggles those odd-shaped objects called numbers, that produce such mysterious results, whether they're dashed and dotted in checkbooks, surveys, charts or graphs. They become sort of friendly strangers who fall in love each weekend. It satisfies her desire for change and his need for time alone to retain his friendship with himself (the person he relies on most). It allows them to love.
When they love in a physical sense, the Virgo man and his Cancerian woman blend quietly into a deep and absorbing union, in the natural way of earth and water in Nature. When the Moon's changeable influence over her emotions is beneficent - and when he is his own normal, tranquil self - their lovemaking is a peaceful consummation of desire for both of them. But when her Moonmadness takes over, when her Lunar fluctuations are waning, causing her to be crablike and moody, she can flood his affectionate intentions with excessive emotional behavior and demands. Just as he can bruise the delicacy of her passion when he's worried himself into irritability during the day and is unable to relax either his mind or his body. Restlessness is a contagious feeling, and they can transfer it to each other without realizing it.
Then too, there are those girl Crabs who are acutely aware of Cancer's Cardinal charisma, those Lunar-ruled females who patiently reinforce the weak or worn corners of the fabric of a relationship with concentration on a career. Her ambitions then become the vivid colors - and a love affair or marriage that wasn't quite made in Heaven but was conceived near enough the stars to sometimes
sparkle, becomes the pastel background pattern of her life. It works. It adds strength to their love. They separate each morning, and she goes her tenacious way, while he whistles happily, tinkering with engines, practicing his yoga . . . rewrites the dictionary, draws maps or maybe juggles those odd-shaped objects called numbers, that produce such mysterious results, whether they're dashed and dotted in checkbooks, surveys, charts or graphs. They become sort of friendly strangers who fall in love each weekend. It satisfies her desire for change and his need for time alone to retain his friendship with himself (the person he relies on most). It allows them to love.
When they love in a physical sense, the Virgo man and his Cancerian woman blend quietly into a deep and absorbing union, in the natural way of earth and water in Nature. When the Moon's changeable influence over her emotions is beneficent - and when he is his own normal, tranquil self - their lovemaking is a peaceful consummation of desire for both of them. But when her Moonmadness takes over, when her Lunar fluctuations are waning, causing her to be crablike and moody, she can flood his affectionate intentions with excessive emotional behavior and demands. Just as he can bruise the delicacy of her passion when he's worried himself into irritability during the day and is unable to relax either his mind or his body. Restlessness is a contagious feeling, and they can transfer it to each other without realizing it.
Then she may retreat sullenly into her shell, refusing to recognize her attitude as a rejection of his tentative wanting, and he may blame her for a cool response to his own cool advances. This is when his Virgo analytical talents would be very useful, and her Lunar gift of perception would greatly help. Yet, perversely, these periods of sexual frustration may be the very times the two of them neglect to call upon their own best qualities to clarify the breakdown of communication between them.
The Virgo man and his Moon Maiden can walk in sunshine and in rain, and recuperate from the seasonal changes in their love more often than not. They can make Valentines together, cut out cookies in the shape of New Moon Crescents, play anagrams and charades with each other because he loves to meditate on words .. and she loves to make-believe she's more than one woman,slipping in and out of her moods like a glittering mermaid, hiding her true mother-of-pearl self in midnight silences and the brightness of noontime laughter. If their seeking is intense enough, together, these two can find whole meadows full of gentle camaraderie together . . . perhaps even dream a vision in the prophet's
field of Ardath . . . for theirs is the 3-11 sextiled vibration. In astrology, a sextile is an opportunity, and these lovers will always be showered with as many as they need for tightly mending the occasional chips and cracks in their relationship, like a continual light snowfall of little stars around them, a sextile itself being represented by the symbol of a tiny star ...* *
When the girl Crab becomes cranky, her Virgo becomes critical and caustic,and they should escape into the woods, lie down together and take a moonbath, which is different from a sunbath. When you are sunbathing, you may be burned, turn all red and stinging. When you go moonbathing, especially when the Moon is phasing from waning to waxing, near its Fullness, you turn pale golden, lavender and iridescent, like a butterfly's wing. Then, naturally, you can fly.
Another thing Virgo learns slowly but surely from his Looney Bird Moon Maiden. Gazing directly into the Sun can blind the eyes. But gazing directly into Cancer's shimmering Moon is restful, and sometimes makes the miracle of allowing the Third Eye to see things hidden by midnight's mystery from the sunlight. After they've moonbathed together, they can jump into a dinghy and sail away to the ruins of Babylon. Who knows what they might discover?
The Virgo man and his Moon Maiden can walk in sunshine and in rain, and recuperate from the seasonal changes in their love more often than not. They can make Valentines together, cut out cookies in the shape of New Moon Crescents, play anagrams and charades with each other because he loves to meditate on words .. and she loves to make-believe she's more than one woman,slipping in and out of her moods like a glittering mermaid, hiding her true mother-of-pearl self in midnight silences and the brightness of noontime laughter. If their seeking is intense enough, together, these two can find whole meadows full of gentle camaraderie together . . . perhaps even dream a vision in the prophet's
field of Ardath . . . for theirs is the 3-11 sextiled vibration. In astrology, a sextile is an opportunity, and these lovers will always be showered with as many as they need for tightly mending the occasional chips and cracks in their relationship, like a continual light snowfall of little stars around them, a sextile itself being represented by the symbol of a tiny star ...* *
When the girl Crab becomes cranky, her Virgo becomes critical and caustic,and they should escape into the woods, lie down together and take a moonbath, which is different from a sunbath. When you are sunbathing, you may be burned, turn all red and stinging. When you go moonbathing, especially when the Moon is phasing from waning to waxing, near its Fullness, you turn pale golden, lavender and iridescent, like a butterfly's wing. Then, naturally, you can fly.
Another thing Virgo learns slowly but surely from his Looney Bird Moon Maiden. Gazing directly into the Sun can blind the eyes. But gazing directly into Cancer's shimmering Moon is restful, and sometimes makes the miracle of allowing the Third Eye to see things hidden by midnight's mystery from the sunlight. After they've moonbathed together, they can jump into a dinghy and sail away to the ruins of Babylon. Who knows what they might discover?
As the prophet Esdras wrote in the Apocrypha... The angel Uriel came unto me and said: "Go into a field of flowers, where no house is builded, and eat only the flowers of the field - taste no flesh, drink no wine, but eat flowers only and then I will come and talk to thee " so I went my way into the field which is called ARDATH.
VIRGO Man SCORPIO Woman
"I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven eight nine seven, dot and carry seven - don't speak, my own - and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door there, you've done it! .. did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven 1"
"Of course we can, George! " she cried.
An astrological message to the Scorpio girl: (Scorpio woman, that is; these females are really never girls, not even when they're twelve, and although I've thus termed them in other Scorpio sections, in this one she'll particularly need to be a woman) - and so, to the Scorpio woman who's wondering about a Virgo male who has caught her eye, and almost trapped her heart: Go ahead and love him. He needs you. You can help him.
This man has a problem. He always has a problem, whatever type Virgo he may be, and there are several types. In any case, the problem will be precisely tailored to his individual need. Actually, Virgo men have more than one problem. There are his own personal ones, which come in various shapes and sizes, plus those of all the chaotic, untidy, and careless people he knows, whose lives are a dreadful mess. But it's his private problem of any given time which is of more urgency to the lady Eagle. With her mystical bent and powerful psychic penetration, she's just the one to help him with it. It could be delicate and trifling, or of a serious nature. Whatever it is, she's needed.
As only one example, she could be involved with the type of Virgo man who possesses a simply startling imagination, at times too vivid, his Mercury-Vulcan-ruled mental world peopled with all manner of creatures not of this dimension, which he can describe in exquisite, if sometimes frightening, detail, down to the last whisker and broomstick. This will be especially true if he has a Scorpio Moon or Ascendent, which he very well may, if the two of them are attracted to one another, he and this enigmatic Scorpio woman, who wishes to protect, respect, and love him, all at once. A Scorpio influence in his birth chart can cause the Virgo's imaginary mental playmates to be - well, not very playful sorts.
"I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven eight nine seven, dot and carry seven - don't speak, my own - and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door there, you've done it! .. did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven 1"
"Of course we can, George! " she cried.
An astrological message to the Scorpio girl: (Scorpio woman, that is; these females are really never girls, not even when they're twelve, and although I've thus termed them in other Scorpio sections, in this one she'll particularly need to be a woman) - and so, to the Scorpio woman who's wondering about a Virgo male who has caught her eye, and almost trapped her heart: Go ahead and love him. He needs you. You can help him.
This man has a problem. He always has a problem, whatever type Virgo he may be, and there are several types. In any case, the problem will be precisely tailored to his individual need. Actually, Virgo men have more than one problem. There are his own personal ones, which come in various shapes and sizes, plus those of all the chaotic, untidy, and careless people he knows, whose lives are a dreadful mess. But it's his private problem of any given time which is of more urgency to the lady Eagle. With her mystical bent and powerful psychic penetration, she's just the one to help him with it. It could be delicate and trifling, or of a serious nature. Whatever it is, she's needed.
As only one example, she could be involved with the type of Virgo man who possesses a simply startling imagination, at times too vivid, his Mercury-Vulcan-ruled mental world peopled with all manner of creatures not of this dimension, which he can describe in exquisite, if sometimes frightening, detail, down to the last whisker and broomstick. This will be especially true if he has a Scorpio Moon or Ascendent, which he very well may, if the two of them are attracted to one another, he and this enigmatic Scorpio woman, who wishes to protect, respect, and love him, all at once. A Scorpio influence in his birth chart can cause the Virgo's imaginary mental playmates to be - well, not very playful sorts.
Under a Scorpio vibration in his own Virgo nativity, they could take strange forms indeed, dark and sinister, leading him to spook himself through a Virgo-like compulsion to investigate anything from witchcraft and voodoo, to hypnosis and cloning. Some Virgo men are so avidly inquisitive about evil, despite - or maybe because of - their inherent purity, they can take some really weird trips into the twilight zones of the human psyche. But this is, actually, all to the good, because when he's scared himself silly through his neat and careful, painstaking research of the shadows, and he's sitting there overcome by a vague uneasiness he's too embarrassed to admit, the blankets pulled over his head, hiding from himself, she'll know just what buttons to push to bring him out from under his tent.
"Oh, my goodness!" she'll exclaim, in mock shock. "Just look at that! There are five loose threads at the corner of this quilt - no, it's more accurately six loose threads, and the satin binding has a tear in it." Instantly, the Virgo man's head will peek out from his chocolate-brown blanket, his eyes as bright as can be, to check the flaw she pointed out, and he'll quickly mend it. Wise woman, she is.
Or she could be involved with another type of Virgo male, slightly in the majority, who is unable, no matter how hard he tries, to see the flowers for the thorns, the snow for the slush. As acute as his intellect may be - and probably is, for all Virgos are smarties, with very sharp, analytical brains - his finer astral senses are so out of tune he can't see the sound of the surf or hear the full Moon, let alone see Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" or hear the music of an Andrew Wyeth painting. This is a real handicap, as you may well imagine (and as you may also well imagine, the Virgos reading this will all believe I've mixed up my verbs. I'm resigned to an avalanche of letters).
Unlike the Virgos with the overactive imaginations, described in our first example, these more typical Virgos possess only the merest wisp of an imagination, and it's a sad thing to observe, although it's not a problem beyond the powers of the Scorpio woman to banish. As an example of this kind of Virgin, I know a very handsome, super-intelligent Virgo man, who's kind and gentle to dogs and babies, and sparkles with a multitude of commendable virtues. To look at him, you'd never guess he had a problem to his name. But, alas, he does.
"Oh, my goodness!" she'll exclaim, in mock shock. "Just look at that! There are five loose threads at the corner of this quilt - no, it's more accurately six loose threads, and the satin binding has a tear in it." Instantly, the Virgo man's head will peek out from his chocolate-brown blanket, his eyes as bright as can be, to check the flaw she pointed out, and he'll quickly mend it. Wise woman, she is.
Or she could be involved with another type of Virgo male, slightly in the majority, who is unable, no matter how hard he tries, to see the flowers for the thorns, the snow for the slush. As acute as his intellect may be - and probably is, for all Virgos are smarties, with very sharp, analytical brains - his finer astral senses are so out of tune he can't see the sound of the surf or hear the full Moon, let alone see Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" or hear the music of an Andrew Wyeth painting. This is a real handicap, as you may well imagine (and as you may also well imagine, the Virgos reading this will all believe I've mixed up my verbs. I'm resigned to an avalanche of letters).
Unlike the Virgos with the overactive imaginations, described in our first example, these more typical Virgos possess only the merest wisp of an imagination, and it's a sad thing to observe, although it's not a problem beyond the powers of the Scorpio woman to banish. As an example of this kind of Virgin, I know a very handsome, super-intelligent Virgo man, who's kind and gentle to dogs and babies, and sparkles with a multitude of commendable virtues. To look at him, you'd never guess he had a problem to his name. But, alas, he does.
He was given a copy of St. Exupery's The Little Prince to read by his equally handsome, super-intelligent, but wiser, more aware, and sensitive Moon-in-Scorpio, Leo brother, who hoped the book might open new and exciting vistas to him. It was a vain hope.
This Virgin's only reaction, after reading it, was to spend several minutes carefully explaining to his sibling precisely why there could not possibly be anyone living on an asteroid. He explained it all quite nicely and scientifically and logically - and, of course, courteously (Virgos are all very mannerly). When his brother told him he'd missed the whole message of the book, a puzzled frown engraved itself on his perfectly chiseled features. "What lesson could a grown man learn from a children's book?" he wondered.
One might as well ask what lessons can be learned from children themselves. One might as well not believe in elves and druids and leprechauns or in any sort of magic. Can you imagine what this Virgo would have said twenty years ago, when he and his brother were teenagers, if the latter had remarked
that it would be interesting to take a stroll on the Moon?
There are, of course, many Virgos who are more enlightened than this one (and even he may someday read St. Exupery's book again, with a more open mind), but the average Virgin, whatever his individual type, has, to some degree, a need to learn that the really important things in life are those which can only be seen with the heart - and a Scorpio woman is an excellent teacher of the intangible.
Her task in instructing this man that there are more things in Heaven and on Earth, George, than you dream of with your slide rule and wheat germ, tofu, and Tums-for-the-tummy will require all her talents of concentration. A Virgo man is sensational with details, a little fuzzy on the larger picture. He needs a woman who will be patient with him as she teaches him about asteroids, auras, the reversal of gravity, and astral projection - although, if she's in love with the first type of Virgo we discussed at the beginning of this section, she should take it easy on the astral, because of all those little goblins who haunt his dreams. Too much concentration on this sort of thing could - and please forgive my scatological frankness - bring on a severe case of the eternal Virgo affliction,
constipation.
This Virgin's only reaction, after reading it, was to spend several minutes carefully explaining to his sibling precisely why there could not possibly be anyone living on an asteroid. He explained it all quite nicely and scientifically and logically - and, of course, courteously (Virgos are all very mannerly). When his brother told him he'd missed the whole message of the book, a puzzled frown engraved itself on his perfectly chiseled features. "What lesson could a grown man learn from a children's book?" he wondered.
One might as well ask what lessons can be learned from children themselves. One might as well not believe in elves and druids and leprechauns or in any sort of magic. Can you imagine what this Virgo would have said twenty years ago, when he and his brother were teenagers, if the latter had remarked
that it would be interesting to take a stroll on the Moon?
There are, of course, many Virgos who are more enlightened than this one (and even he may someday read St. Exupery's book again, with a more open mind), but the average Virgin, whatever his individual type, has, to some degree, a need to learn that the really important things in life are those which can only be seen with the heart - and a Scorpio woman is an excellent teacher of the intangible.
Her task in instructing this man that there are more things in Heaven and on Earth, George, than you dream of with your slide rule and wheat germ, tofu, and Tums-for-the-tummy will require all her talents of concentration. A Virgo man is sensational with details, a little fuzzy on the larger picture. He needs a woman who will be patient with him as she teaches him about asteroids, auras, the reversal of gravity, and astral projection - although, if she's in love with the first type of Virgo we discussed at the beginning of this section, she should take it easy on the astral, because of all those little goblins who haunt his dreams. Too much concentration on this sort of thing could - and please forgive my scatological frankness - bring on a severe case of the eternal Virgo affliction,
constipation.
Her most important lesson will be the one she can teach him about the birds and the bees. The birds and bees have long been ancillary to explaining sex (and she'll have a few lessons to teach on that subject too, no doubt), but I use the reference in its literal sense. A good place to begin is with Nature's enigma of the common bumblebee. By all the inflexible, Virgo-type laws of physics and aerodynamics, related to body weight, wing span, and so forth, the bumblebee is designed in such a manner that he cannot possibly fly. Fortunately, neither Virgos nor scientists have yet managed to communicate this irrefutable logic to the bumblebee, and so, in his abysmal ignorance, the cheerful, trusting little chap goes right on flying!
Extreme patience is necessary when enlightening the Virgo man to this great secret of metaphysics, because he'll strain his brain cells considerably in attempting to answer the puzzle, will finally be forced to admit he's unable to do so - and could consequently suffer a minor nervous breakdown, along with his constipation and ever-present indigestion. It's downright mean to cause him to cope with all three at the same time.
Whatever lessons she's teaching this intelligent, gentle man, the Scorpio woman should be aware that he may become distracted when she's near enough so he can smell her perfume .. near enough to reach out and touch . . . near enough to confuse his mental processes, make his pulse race faster, and lead his thoughts into the other kind of birds-and-bees meditation.
The sexual relationship of this 3-11 Sun Sign Pattern couple is normally one requiring adjustments to be made on both sides, yet it can gradually become an experience of great beauty, once the adjustments have been made. The physical demonstration of their love will be perhaps easier for her to express than for him. If it's less than perfect every time, he may brood and wonder what's wrong, blaming himself. (Virgos blame themselves for nearly everything.) She instinctively knows that lovemaking is like every other area of human contact between those who love - sometimes a miracle of mutual joy, sometimes only a quiet exchange of affection, at other times passionately intense, but at all times able to bring them closer to solving the mystery of each other's deeper dreams and needs. His emotional nature is somewhat more cool and controlled than hers.
Extreme patience is necessary when enlightening the Virgo man to this great secret of metaphysics, because he'll strain his brain cells considerably in attempting to answer the puzzle, will finally be forced to admit he's unable to do so - and could consequently suffer a minor nervous breakdown, along with his constipation and ever-present indigestion. It's downright mean to cause him to cope with all three at the same time.
Whatever lessons she's teaching this intelligent, gentle man, the Scorpio woman should be aware that he may become distracted when she's near enough so he can smell her perfume .. near enough to reach out and touch . . . near enough to confuse his mental processes, make his pulse race faster, and lead his thoughts into the other kind of birds-and-bees meditation.
The sexual relationship of this 3-11 Sun Sign Pattern couple is normally one requiring adjustments to be made on both sides, yet it can gradually become an experience of great beauty, once the adjustments have been made. The physical demonstration of their love will be perhaps easier for her to express than for him. If it's less than perfect every time, he may brood and wonder what's wrong, blaming himself. (Virgos blame themselves for nearly everything.) She instinctively knows that lovemaking is like every other area of human contact between those who love - sometimes a miracle of mutual joy, sometimes only a quiet exchange of affection, at other times passionately intense, but at all times able to bring them closer to solving the mystery of each other's deeper dreams and needs. His emotional nature is somewhat more cool and controlled than hers.
Still, he longs wistfully to learn the intangible, inexpressible secrets of mating she seems to know so instinctively. She, in turn, is drawn by the sheer honesty and simplicity he brings to their intimacy, for Scorpio, although very curious about the sensual aspects of sex, inwardly senses the purity of its mystical meaning - and potential. Neither Virgos nor Scorpios ever abandon their whole selves to sexual blending. Each holds back, for different reasons, some private, untouched core of beingness. To achieve total consummation together is a challenge which can continue to stimulate them both all through their years of loving, for at any moment - or never - the holding back may end, allowing them to achieve real wholeness. Such an unexpressed, but deeply felt anticipation, not surprisingly, often enriches the sexual side of a relationship rather than harms it. "Man's reach .. and woman's .. must exceed their grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
Because he possesses an inquiring nature, he will be hurt by her silences. This man is curious, he needs to know and understand everything around him, especially the woman he loves, and she is not easy to fathom. He'll be more successful if he realizes that predictable formulas don't always work to solve the human equation. It's elusive, unlike a problem in trigonometry, and the answer cannot be precalculated. You understand scientific theories and financial statements with the mind. You can only understand a woman with your heart . . . and the heart is seldom logical.
A Virgo man can switch from endearing tenderness and a gentle manner to inquisitiveness, sarcasm, and a coldly analytical attitude. Too much of the latter mood switch, and he could regret it. A Scorpio woman who's been wounded more than once will be unconsciously compelled to teach the one who has hurt
her a lesson. If he doesn't learn, if he continues to repeat the mistake, she will leave. But he will be warned, long in advance, that she's unhappy. If he's tuned-in to her on the channel of love, he'll pick up the signals in time to heal the hurt and save their love. These two have much in common, such as basic honesty and integrity, a thirst for knowledge, and strength of purpose. They will be friends, as well as lovers, defend each other against outside threats. When the unhappiness of either is initiated by themselves, he's sensible enough to persuade her to talk it over, and not allow emotion to completely rule reason.
Because he possesses an inquiring nature, he will be hurt by her silences. This man is curious, he needs to know and understand everything around him, especially the woman he loves, and she is not easy to fathom. He'll be more successful if he realizes that predictable formulas don't always work to solve the human equation. It's elusive, unlike a problem in trigonometry, and the answer cannot be precalculated. You understand scientific theories and financial statements with the mind. You can only understand a woman with your heart . . . and the heart is seldom logical.
A Virgo man can switch from endearing tenderness and a gentle manner to inquisitiveness, sarcasm, and a coldly analytical attitude. Too much of the latter mood switch, and he could regret it. A Scorpio woman who's been wounded more than once will be unconsciously compelled to teach the one who has hurt
her a lesson. If he doesn't learn, if he continues to repeat the mistake, she will leave. But he will be warned, long in advance, that she's unhappy. If he's tuned-in to her on the channel of love, he'll pick up the signals in time to heal the hurt and save their love. These two have much in common, such as basic honesty and integrity, a thirst for knowledge, and strength of purpose. They will be friends, as well as lovers, defend each other against outside threats. When the unhappiness of either is initiated by themselves, he's sensible enough to persuade her to talk it over, and not allow emotion to completely rule reason.
If they share a negative Luminary (Sun-Moon) or Ascendent aspect between their nativities, neither may be very sensible. He may retreat into stony hardness and burrow into himself, sulking. She may fly into some intense and frightening rages. Still, it's always a lot easier for friends to patch up a quarrel than for lovers to do so, and since the two of them are influenced by the 3-11 vibration, and are, therefore, both friends and lovers, even a violent disagreement needn't be the end of the relationship. It could be, instead, the beginning of a
new understanding.
This man and woman have many lessons to teach one another. In the past, many people have tried to get him to see with his heart, and failed. But with her, he's willing to try. In the past, many people have tried to persuade her to be less suspicious of happiness, to be more open with her feelings, and have not succeeded. But with him, she's willing to try. Maybe that's because, as Goethe wisely observed . . . we only really learn from those we love.
new understanding.
This man and woman have many lessons to teach one another. In the past, many people have tried to get him to see with his heart, and failed. But with her, he's willing to try. In the past, many people have tried to persuade her to be less suspicious of happiness, to be more open with her feelings, and have not succeeded. But with him, she's willing to try. Maybe that's because, as Goethe wisely observed . . . we only really learn from those we love.
VIRGO Man PISCES Woman
"Peter," she asked, trying to speak firmly, "what are your
exact feelings for me?"
"Those of a devoted son, Wendy."
"I thought so," she said, and went and sat by herself at the
extreme corner of the room.
It's probably a little sneaky of astrology to give away some of Neptune's secrets, but if it helps the Virgo man understand his girl Fish better, they'll both be glad of it someday. You see, this woman who behaves most of the time like an angelic little girl who's afraid of being scolded - and is ever so grateful for the smallest kindness, this woman who's so timid and tentative, so uncertain and dependent, needing his strong shoulder to lean against - knows exactly what she's doing when she thus make-believes. (Pisceans are all quite expert at make-believe, you know.) She is Eve personified, Nature's gift to the male sex, wrapped in an appealingly feminine package, tied with delicate pink ribbons.
She had an excellent reason for moving to the extreme corner of the room in reaction to his detached reply to her question. There's always a method to her madness, a clever strategy behind her sensitivity. We'll explain her secret reason for sitting in the corner like Little Miss Muffet later. It's important to first give the unsuspecting Virgo man some idea what's inside this dainty package,
tied with the delicate pink ribbons. That way, he'll be better able to cope with her corner craftiness.
Twelve women. That's what he can expect to find when he cautiously (Virgos do everything cautiously) unties those ribbons. This sweet, deceptively submissive lady is a whole harem, all by herself. If he's been memorizing his astrology lessons, like a proper Virgo, he'll remember that her Pisces Sun Sign carries the seeds of all the other eleven signs around the karmic wheel. That's why she's such an exquisitely fine listener (which, by the way, is how she first enticed him). She listens well because she's wise. She knows. She's been there - karmically - and since all Pisceans are usually in rather intimate contact with their subconscious selves, she remembers well many things she hasn't even come close to actually experiencing in this present incarnation. So naturally, she's a good listener. Why shouldn't she be? There's not a single thing anyone on this Earth can nervously confide in her or confess to her sympathetic ear that will cause her to so much as flicker an eyelash in surprise.
"Peter," she asked, trying to speak firmly, "what are your
exact feelings for me?"
"Those of a devoted son, Wendy."
"I thought so," she said, and went and sat by herself at the
extreme corner of the room.
It's probably a little sneaky of astrology to give away some of Neptune's secrets, but if it helps the Virgo man understand his girl Fish better, they'll both be glad of it someday. You see, this woman who behaves most of the time like an angelic little girl who's afraid of being scolded - and is ever so grateful for the smallest kindness, this woman who's so timid and tentative, so uncertain and dependent, needing his strong shoulder to lean against - knows exactly what she's doing when she thus make-believes. (Pisceans are all quite expert at make-believe, you know.) She is Eve personified, Nature's gift to the male sex, wrapped in an appealingly feminine package, tied with delicate pink ribbons.
She had an excellent reason for moving to the extreme corner of the room in reaction to his detached reply to her question. There's always a method to her madness, a clever strategy behind her sensitivity. We'll explain her secret reason for sitting in the corner like Little Miss Muffet later. It's important to first give the unsuspecting Virgo man some idea what's inside this dainty package,
tied with the delicate pink ribbons. That way, he'll be better able to cope with her corner craftiness.
Twelve women. That's what he can expect to find when he cautiously (Virgos do everything cautiously) unties those ribbons. This sweet, deceptively submissive lady is a whole harem, all by herself. If he's been memorizing his astrology lessons, like a proper Virgo, he'll remember that her Pisces Sun Sign carries the seeds of all the other eleven signs around the karmic wheel. That's why she's such an exquisitely fine listener (which, by the way, is how she first enticed him). She listens well because she's wise. She knows. She's been there - karmically - and since all Pisceans are usually in rather intimate contact with their subconscious selves, she remembers well many things she hasn't even come close to actually experiencing in this present incarnation. So naturally, she's a good listener. Why shouldn't she be? There's not a single thing anyone on this Earth can nervously confide in her or confess to her sympathetic ear that will cause her to so much as flicker an eyelash in surprise.
If one of her twelve karmic memories doesn't comprehend, a couple of the other eleven will.
Pisces men are much the same, but since this is a double feminine influence (feminine Sun Sign, feminine ruler, Neptune) the female of the species is definitely trickier than the male in the technique of employing feminine wiles. That's just good, sound astrological common sense. A Virgo man can surely recognize that, after a bit of meditation. He should also be able to see why it is that
she confuses his orderly mind and emotions with her chameleon charisma. When she (rarely) becomes aggressive, and unnaturally (for her) spoiled and demanding, shocking him out of his Earth Sign complacency, it's the small sliver of Aries in her. When she's occasionally being stubborn, and won't budge an inch (even more stubborn than he is, and that's pretty stubborn) it's the strain of Taurus in her nature that's causing her mind to be temporarily set in cement, firmly rejecting all his considerable powers of gentle persuasion. Then, when he finally manages to chip away the cement with his quiet Virgo charm, she turns as flighty as a Gemini butterfly, so changeable, she makes swift, wing-footed Mercury himself (Virgo's foster ruler) seem slow and deliberate. Then she weeps sadly, her tears turning without warning to rich, warm laughter - first snapping at him, then fussing over him like a mother hen - decidedly moody. She's only revealing the Moon Maiden in her soul. (It was likely during her Cancerian phase that he first began thinking of her maternally, so his answer of
"a devoted son" to her query about his feelings for her can be excused.)
Also, there was that strange week when she arrogantly expected him to wait on her hand and foot because she'd sprained her ankle, and was too proud to admit the very real pain she was feeling. (She was under her Lioness influence.) Then once, for a whole month, she was simultaneously so humble and courteous, yet so critical of his every word, he felt vaguely as though he was gazing into a mirror of himself. He was. It happened to be the Virgo scene of her twelve-act drama.
When he drove over to show her, with shy pride, the old Model T Ford he'd fixed up like new, after long, weary hours of tinkering with the engine and body work, she couldn't decide if she adored it or hated it.
Pisces men are much the same, but since this is a double feminine influence (feminine Sun Sign, feminine ruler, Neptune) the female of the species is definitely trickier than the male in the technique of employing feminine wiles. That's just good, sound astrological common sense. A Virgo man can surely recognize that, after a bit of meditation. He should also be able to see why it is that
she confuses his orderly mind and emotions with her chameleon charisma. When she (rarely) becomes aggressive, and unnaturally (for her) spoiled and demanding, shocking him out of his Earth Sign complacency, it's the small sliver of Aries in her. When she's occasionally being stubborn, and won't budge an inch (even more stubborn than he is, and that's pretty stubborn) it's the strain of Taurus in her nature that's causing her mind to be temporarily set in cement, firmly rejecting all his considerable powers of gentle persuasion. Then, when he finally manages to chip away the cement with his quiet Virgo charm, she turns as flighty as a Gemini butterfly, so changeable, she makes swift, wing-footed Mercury himself (Virgo's foster ruler) seem slow and deliberate. Then she weeps sadly, her tears turning without warning to rich, warm laughter - first snapping at him, then fussing over him like a mother hen - decidedly moody. She's only revealing the Moon Maiden in her soul. (It was likely during her Cancerian phase that he first began thinking of her maternally, so his answer of
"a devoted son" to her query about his feelings for her can be excused.)
Also, there was that strange week when she arrogantly expected him to wait on her hand and foot because she'd sprained her ankle, and was too proud to admit the very real pain she was feeling. (She was under her Lioness influence.) Then once, for a whole month, she was simultaneously so humble and courteous, yet so critical of his every word, he felt vaguely as though he was gazing into a mirror of himself. He was. It happened to be the Virgo scene of her twelve-act drama.
When he drove over to show her, with shy pride, the old Model T Ford he'd fixed up like new, after long, weary hours of tinkering with the engine and body work, she couldn't decide if she adored it or hated it.
First she wanted to go for a ride in it, then she said it depressed her because it was black, and he should have painted it some cheerful color, like maybe mauve, to match her new dress. (She was feeling a brief breath of her Libra balancing act.) Once when he fell asleep and forgot to call her when he promised he would, she got an unlisted number the next day, and refused to answer her doorbell. She was giving him a small Scorpion sting of retaliation for breaking his word to her. Afterwards, when she forgave him, she gave him such a sensual and lingering goodnight kiss, his knees went weak and he nearly blacked out from the impact of her temporary Scorpio passion.
Then there was the morning she told him abruptly that he needed a haircut so badly, she was thinking of getting him a collar and leash, right in front of his mother and his two best friends. (Just one of the stinging arrows from her karmic bow of Sagittarian truth she shoots only very rarely, when her Archer self emerges.)
For a while after that, she was unaccustomedly reserved and quiet (reminding him of a Capricorn girl he once knew) until finally she told him coldly, without the slightest emotion or sentiment, that she didn't want to get married because she planned to go to Europe to study art, and her career was more
important than mere romance - or than him. He was shattered at the hint of icy Saturnine ambition in this normally humble and self-effacing creature he thought he knew so well from having analyzed her so carefully.
Just when he thought things were level again, familiar and comfortable between them, she unexpectedly and suddenly decided to move to a new apartment, within two short days, and forgot to tell him she was moving. She left her new address with the old landlady, but she transposed the street and the number mistakenly, and it took him three months to locate her through her mother, who was in Ohio at the time. When he did locate her, she was dating her yoga teacher. (She was suffering from one of her annual Aquarian lightning bolts of amnesia and eccentricity.)
Eventually - and also essentially - she's her normal, sweet Piscean self. It's just that she has those moments, in twelve varieties. But they're only moments. Most of the time, she's the dearest, most sympathetic, calm and unruffled lady this side of Heaven. Sentimental and sensitive. Serene and dependable.
Then there was the morning she told him abruptly that he needed a haircut so badly, she was thinking of getting him a collar and leash, right in front of his mother and his two best friends. (Just one of the stinging arrows from her karmic bow of Sagittarian truth she shoots only very rarely, when her Archer self emerges.)
For a while after that, she was unaccustomedly reserved and quiet (reminding him of a Capricorn girl he once knew) until finally she told him coldly, without the slightest emotion or sentiment, that she didn't want to get married because she planned to go to Europe to study art, and her career was more
important than mere romance - or than him. He was shattered at the hint of icy Saturnine ambition in this normally humble and self-effacing creature he thought he knew so well from having analyzed her so carefully.
Just when he thought things were level again, familiar and comfortable between them, she unexpectedly and suddenly decided to move to a new apartment, within two short days, and forgot to tell him she was moving. She left her new address with the old landlady, but she transposed the street and the number mistakenly, and it took him three months to locate her through her mother, who was in Ohio at the time. When he did locate her, she was dating her yoga teacher. (She was suffering from one of her annual Aquarian lightning bolts of amnesia and eccentricity.)
Eventually - and also essentially - she's her normal, sweet Piscean self. It's just that she has those moments, in twelve varieties. But they're only moments. Most of the time, she's the dearest, most sympathetic, calm and unruffled lady this side of Heaven. Sentimental and sensitive. Serene and dependable.
Still, it's best that the Virgo man who loves her knows how many of her he's measuring to see if she fits his idea of a lifelong mate.
Now, would you like to know why she scurried over to the extreme corner of the room after she asked him what his exact feelings for her were, and was disappointed in his answer? (Re: Peter Pan verse at the beginning of this section.) Because she was hurt, and went to the corner to cry with a spider? No. Because she was angry, therefore went to the corner to pout and eat some curds and whey, without offering him a bite? Indeed not. She went to the extreme corner of the room. Remember, I told you she's wise. She either knew consciously or sensed (same thing to Pisces) about the powerful Sun Sign polarity between them - that their natal Suns were opposed at birth. She knows what that means. After a while, a polarity becomes too magnetic to resist. (Check bar magnet illustration in another portion of this chapter.) So, you see, she knew very well it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for the magnetism of their astrological "opposition" to draw them together, and if she placed herself physically in exact or extreme opposition to him - well, things would become "physical" even quicker - and he'd be sure to change his answer to something a little heavier than "a devoted son". She was aware that his actions would soon speak for him and clearly cancel that statement as false. Virgo men tend to rise very early in the morning by nature, but he'll have to rise very early indeed to stay
ahead of the girl Fish.
She was right, of course. Her Neptune strategy worked perfectly. As smooth as satin, as pink as ribbons. Within ten (rather silent and uncomfortable) minutes, he behaved in a surprisingly impulsive way (for a Virgo), rushed across the room, swept her into his arms (not with a broom, that was only a metaphor) and actually wept openly, declaring he didn't feel at all like "a devoted son" to her, but more like Alexander the Great, burning to conquer the world - the mysterious world of her. Then, wonder of wonders, he actually proposed marriage to his blushing, once again feminine and submissive girl Fish with the dreamy Neptunian eyes.
Now, would you like to know why she scurried over to the extreme corner of the room after she asked him what his exact feelings for her were, and was disappointed in his answer? (Re: Peter Pan verse at the beginning of this section.) Because she was hurt, and went to the corner to cry with a spider? No. Because she was angry, therefore went to the corner to pout and eat some curds and whey, without offering him a bite? Indeed not. She went to the extreme corner of the room. Remember, I told you she's wise. She either knew consciously or sensed (same thing to Pisces) about the powerful Sun Sign polarity between them - that their natal Suns were opposed at birth. She knows what that means. After a while, a polarity becomes too magnetic to resist. (Check bar magnet illustration in another portion of this chapter.) So, you see, she knew very well it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for the magnetism of their astrological "opposition" to draw them together, and if she placed herself physically in exact or extreme opposition to him - well, things would become "physical" even quicker - and he'd be sure to change his answer to something a little heavier than "a devoted son". She was aware that his actions would soon speak for him and clearly cancel that statement as false. Virgo men tend to rise very early in the morning by nature, but he'll have to rise very early indeed to stay
ahead of the girl Fish.
She was right, of course. Her Neptune strategy worked perfectly. As smooth as satin, as pink as ribbons. Within ten (rather silent and uncomfortable) minutes, he behaved in a surprisingly impulsive way (for a Virgo), rushed across the room, swept her into his arms (not with a broom, that was only a metaphor) and actually wept openly, declaring he didn't feel at all like "a devoted son" to her, but more like Alexander the Great, burning to conquer the world - the mysterious world of her. Then, wonder of wonders, he actually proposed marriage to his blushing, once again feminine and submissive girl Fish with the dreamy Neptunian eyes.
Earth and Water Signs nearly always blend sexually in sheer ecstasy, very naturally. The passion between these two is seldom less than deep, enriching their love, in faithful imitation of Nature's own comforting blend of earth and water. She feels safe in his arms, and he feels a new awareness through their lovemaking. Often, a Virgo man loses all his normal self-control with the Pisces girl who's won his heart, and that's the best thing that could happen to him. As for her, she's fulfilled by just the knowing of the peace she brings to him. For he was a man desperately haunted with loneliness until he learned what intensity his imprisoned feelings could contain when he released them with a woman he could trust not to bruise his vulnerability - never to offend his secret image of
the purity of sex.Perhaps Virgo and Pisces love so completely because they sense their dreams are warm and safe with each other. And so their bodies respond freely, with a wisdom of their own, to the intimate and the familiar. There shouldn't be many bumpy spots in their 7-7 relationship. He's so clever and she's so wise (there's a dram of difference) that if they really try, they can flatten them into smoothness. They're both Mutable, so it will be easy for them to talk over their problems, and that's always a huge help. She flirts. There's no getting around it, she flirts. She's been doing it since she was six. Men find her magnetically attractive, and she can't help responding affectionately. But he should beware of over-analyzing the catholic compassion and listening ear she
gives so freely to friends of both sexes as disloyalty or unfaithfulness. It isn't, and it won't be, unless he should make it so by continually pouting in resentment, thereby causing it to materialize. (That which we fear surely comes upon us.) Nor should she cause him unnecessary tension and worry over her casual attitude about money. She might try a little harder to balance her checkbook, and stop giving away all the cash they saved for their vacation to the first person she thinks might need it. On the other hand, he shouldn't excessively stifle her generous impulses because of his own obsession with thrift, make a genuine effort to be looser, with both his finances and his feelings.
the purity of sex.Perhaps Virgo and Pisces love so completely because they sense their dreams are warm and safe with each other. And so their bodies respond freely, with a wisdom of their own, to the intimate and the familiar. There shouldn't be many bumpy spots in their 7-7 relationship. He's so clever and she's so wise (there's a dram of difference) that if they really try, they can flatten them into smoothness. They're both Mutable, so it will be easy for them to talk over their problems, and that's always a huge help. She flirts. There's no getting around it, she flirts. She's been doing it since she was six. Men find her magnetically attractive, and she can't help responding affectionately. But he should beware of over-analyzing the catholic compassion and listening ear she
gives so freely to friends of both sexes as disloyalty or unfaithfulness. It isn't, and it won't be, unless he should make it so by continually pouting in resentment, thereby causing it to materialize. (That which we fear surely comes upon us.) Nor should she cause him unnecessary tension and worry over her casual attitude about money. She might try a little harder to balance her checkbook, and stop giving away all the cash they saved for their vacation to the first person she thinks might need it. On the other hand, he shouldn't excessively stifle her generous impulses because of his own obsession with thrift, make a genuine effort to be looser, with both his finances and his feelings.
This woman can't remain in love with a man who's stingy, with either his cash or his emotions. She can't respect or warm up to a tight fist, a tight bank balance or an uptight personality. It will gradually turn her frigid (and it can sadly drive some Neptunians to drink, from sheer depression and frustration). If he wants to keep all twelve of her happy, he'll have to learn to relax, take it easy, stop criticizing her when she's trying to please him, be more giving and natural. As for the girl Fish, she's simply going to have to stop hiding his favorite magazines and sweaters behind the davenport when company comes, mismating his socks and forgetting to set his alarm clock.
Posted by scorchedearth
that description of pisces sounds like you...
It would be awesome if it was so.
Fulfilling my north node life path 🙂
Posted by scorchedearth
damnata do you have "cosmic coupling"? it even has m/m and f/f descriptions.
thouh the taurus woman/virgo woman one pisses me off because it talks about how challenging the match is. 😢
I remember reading that. I think it's the only book where Aries Male/Virgo Female is seen as an awesome match.
Posted by Rabbit
Booooooooooring.
Only Scorpio Man/Virgo Woman matters.
The rest are simply silly exercises in futility.
/troll off
My statistics show Virgo Man/Scorpio Woman is the better match. gtfoh with your real life experience! 😛
Posted by scorchedearthPosted by CluelessCancerPosted by scorchedearth
it'll be interesting to see what CC has to say bout the crab/virgo description.
you want me to read all of that...
the gist of it is that the virgo is always leaving the crab. even after they have children. it was fucked up lol.click to expand
it's weird because the cancer male/virgo female sounds so dreamy and nice.
I should post that for MoonMan..he's the only consistent water sign man loving virgo chicks on our board.
Rabbit too from time to time.
CANCER Man VIRGO Woman
Presently he noticed as an odd thing that it was undoubtedly out upon the lagoon with some definite
purpose, for it was fighting the tide, and sometimes winning; and when it won, Peter, always sympathetic to the weaker side, could not help clapping. It was such a gallant piece of paper.
It was not really a piece of paper. It was the Never bird, making desperate efforts to reach Peter...
He almost hates them. He really does. They're cruel and unfeeling. The astronauts and the NASA. The whole space program trembled the Crab. But he never said a word to anyone about it. He nursed this awful sense of emptiness secretly, mostly because he didn't quite know how to explain it to people who could never understand why he felt so strangely lost and lonely after the first Moon landing, his self-confidence smothered within the depths of an indefinable disappointment. The second time was even worse.
He wept. When he was by himself, when no one would see. He carried his silent burden throughout all the months and years, unable to share it, because there was no one he could count on to offer the magnitude of sympathy he needed. Until she came along - the Virgin - and they fell in love.
Gradually, he grew to believe that she wouldn't ridicule his secret if he shared it with her. She might even be able to help him lose his apprehensions, maybe point out to him a heretofore unsuspected happy ending to his NASA nightmares. After all, she's so quiet and calm, like a secret herself, he thought. She's so amazingly intelligent - for a woman. (Male Crabs are tinted with more than a tinge of chauvinism, and there's no use expecting them to lose it completely until the image of "Mother" has gone through a complete metamorphosis, which could take more than a few score years.) Besides being so clever, he mused, so mentally quick, she's tender and gentle, soothingly sympathetic - except for those few times when he has noticed her behaving like, well - a little like a virago. A bit cranky and critical. Detached and aloof. But he decided to overlook these rare moments. After all, isn't he moody himself? Who can better understand than he that a person doesn't always mean what a person says when a person is feeling out of sorts? So he gathers up his courage and pours it out into her dainty ears. His sad and scary secret. He confesses his terror, shivers and trembles, waits for consolation.
Presently he noticed as an odd thing that it was undoubtedly out upon the lagoon with some definite
purpose, for it was fighting the tide, and sometimes winning; and when it won, Peter, always sympathetic to the weaker side, could not help clapping. It was such a gallant piece of paper.
It was not really a piece of paper. It was the Never bird, making desperate efforts to reach Peter...
He almost hates them. He really does. They're cruel and unfeeling. The astronauts and the NASA. The whole space program trembled the Crab. But he never said a word to anyone about it. He nursed this awful sense of emptiness secretly, mostly because he didn't quite know how to explain it to people who could never understand why he felt so strangely lost and lonely after the first Moon landing, his self-confidence smothered within the depths of an indefinable disappointment. The second time was even worse.
He wept. When he was by himself, when no one would see. He carried his silent burden throughout all the months and years, unable to share it, because there was no one he could count on to offer the magnitude of sympathy he needed. Until she came along - the Virgin - and they fell in love.
Gradually, he grew to believe that she wouldn't ridicule his secret if he shared it with her. She might even be able to help him lose his apprehensions, maybe point out to him a heretofore unsuspected happy ending to his NASA nightmares. After all, she's so quiet and calm, like a secret herself, he thought. She's so amazingly intelligent - for a woman. (Male Crabs are tinted with more than a tinge of chauvinism, and there's no use expecting them to lose it completely until the image of "Mother" has gone through a complete metamorphosis, which could take more than a few score years.) Besides being so clever, he mused, so mentally quick, she's tender and gentle, soothingly sympathetic - except for those few times when he has noticed her behaving like, well - a little like a virago. A bit cranky and critical. Detached and aloof. But he decided to overlook these rare moments. After all, isn't he moody himself? Who can better understand than he that a person doesn't always mean what a person says when a person is feeling out of sorts? So he gathers up his courage and pours it out into her dainty ears. His sad and scary secret. He confesses his terror, shivers and trembles, waits for consolation.
JOY AND WONDER! She does sympathize! She does understand! She didn't laugh at him; moreover, she does have an answer! And a very logical, sensible, practical answer too, surprisingly interwoven with a trace of the esoteric and mystical truth. He's overcome with pure pleasure and delight. He made the right decision in telling her.
What it was, you see - he'd been worried and concerned for some time about the Moon landings, for a perfectly rational reason. He's a Cancerian, ruled by the Moon. Down through the ages, mythology and the ancients, the scribes and prophets and poets - not to mention astrologers and metaphysicians . . . have always pictured the Moon as the Lady of Mysteries (the biggest one being what the so-called Man in the Moon was doing there), weaving spells, possessing all the magic of Merlin, the very personification of the magnetic and the hypnotic. It filled him with awe and private longings each time he stared at her bursting into Fullness, then waning, becoming New and lemon-sliced, beckoning him with a wistful promise. He used to wish on the New Moon when he was a boy. Then along came nasty NASA and those blasted, nosy, astronauts, determined to shock his dreams, to expose his lovely Lunar ruler's naked face and body in such a vulgar manner. The magazines were full of their photographed profanity of his Lady of Loveliness. There she was, so pathetically vulnerable, pockmarked with craters, covered by dreary sand and boring rocks, with not a shimmer or a sparkle anywhere to be seen. No magic. No mystery. Just cold masses of dirt, miles of blank nothingness. It shattered his faith in himself, in a way he couldn't analyze.
His Virgo woman listened quietly, not interrupting as other women might, until he was quite finished. Then he glanced at her from the corner of his eye to see if she was amused. She was not. She understood perfectly. Her clear eyes reflected a full awareness of his feelings, an unmistakably genuine interest. She told him it was only logical for a Cancerian to emotionally resent such a rude and unexpected tarnishing of his image of his own ruler, with such mundane and prosaic descriptions. It was natural, she said, for people to strongly identify themselves with their personal ruling planets and Luminaries.
What it was, you see - he'd been worried and concerned for some time about the Moon landings, for a perfectly rational reason. He's a Cancerian, ruled by the Moon. Down through the ages, mythology and the ancients, the scribes and prophets and poets - not to mention astrologers and metaphysicians . . . have always pictured the Moon as the Lady of Mysteries (the biggest one being what the so-called Man in the Moon was doing there), weaving spells, possessing all the magic of Merlin, the very personification of the magnetic and the hypnotic. It filled him with awe and private longings each time he stared at her bursting into Fullness, then waning, becoming New and lemon-sliced, beckoning him with a wistful promise. He used to wish on the New Moon when he was a boy. Then along came nasty NASA and those blasted, nosy, astronauts, determined to shock his dreams, to expose his lovely Lunar ruler's naked face and body in such a vulgar manner. The magazines were full of their photographed profanity of his Lady of Loveliness. There she was, so pathetically vulnerable, pockmarked with craters, covered by dreary sand and boring rocks, with not a shimmer or a sparkle anywhere to be seen. No magic. No mystery. Just cold masses of dirt, miles of blank nothingness. It shattered his faith in himself, in a way he couldn't analyze.
His Virgo woman listened quietly, not interrupting as other women might, until he was quite finished. Then he glanced at her from the corner of his eye to see if she was amused. She was not. She understood perfectly. Her clear eyes reflected a full awareness of his feelings, an unmistakably genuine interest. She told him it was only logical for a Cancerian to emotionally resent such a rude and unexpected tarnishing of his image of his own ruler, with such mundane and prosaic descriptions. It was natural, she said, for people to strongly identify themselves with their personal ruling planets and Luminaries.
She pointed out that an Aries man might experience the same loss of self-confidence if forced to listen to accounts of astronauts landing on Mars (ruler of Aries) and reporting back that the Fiery Red Star was populated by rows of Sweet Shoppes, quivering jellyfish and marshmallow trees. MARS? The great warrior, the brave and courageous! The fearless! JELLYFISH AND MARSHMALLOWS? (He giggled, feeling much better.) Then she confided in him that Mercury is only her foster ruler and mentioned her own secret feelings about her true ruler, Vulcan, soon-to be-discovered. How she watches the sky, sometimes, and wonders...
She told him firmly that her personal opinion happened to be that the stories about the Moon's magic and mystery are true. The ground walked upon by the astronauts was not reality. Did the rocks and craters make any change in the mystical and still-puzzling-to-scientists power of the Moon to pull the tides in and out, and affect all manner of things on Earth magnetically? No. It did not. And what of Earth? Looking upon this planet from space, she analyzed, one might expect it to be a reasonably sparkling, exciting Star. But when one actually landed on the Earth's surface and saw all the hot-dog stands, smog, pollution, TV sets, greed, cruelty, war, sugar pushers, the poor and the starving, the crimes and drugs and drunks and donuts and insecticides and billboards - the whole ugly mess of it - wouldn't one also be disillusioned? (He nodded eagerly, waiting for her happy ending.)
The Moon reflects the Sun, she told him. It is a reflector. It is unlike any other "star" or planet in the heavens, unique in this solar system. It is still strange and mystical, and possesses exactly the same powers as before. NASA hasn't explained the Moon's indisputable control over or synchronization with the movement of all water on Earth and all sealife. Even the opening and closing of oysters is precisely timed to the Lunar phases. The real truth of the Moon, she told him, doesn't lie upon its surface, to be seen with the naked eye. The real truth can be seen only with the Third Eye and the heart, combined - by observing the Moon to be the absolute Cause of certain Effects. And perhaps the whole truth will be seen later.
She told him firmly that her personal opinion happened to be that the stories about the Moon's magic and mystery are true. The ground walked upon by the astronauts was not reality. Did the rocks and craters make any change in the mystical and still-puzzling-to-scientists power of the Moon to pull the tides in and out, and affect all manner of things on Earth magnetically? No. It did not. And what of Earth? Looking upon this planet from space, she analyzed, one might expect it to be a reasonably sparkling, exciting Star. But when one actually landed on the Earth's surface and saw all the hot-dog stands, smog, pollution, TV sets, greed, cruelty, war, sugar pushers, the poor and the starving, the crimes and drugs and drunks and donuts and insecticides and billboards - the whole ugly mess of it - wouldn't one also be disillusioned? (He nodded eagerly, waiting for her happy ending.)
The Moon reflects the Sun, she told him. It is a reflector. It is unlike any other "star" or planet in the heavens, unique in this solar system. It is still strange and mystical, and possesses exactly the same powers as before. NASA hasn't explained the Moon's indisputable control over or synchronization with the movement of all water on Earth and all sealife. Even the opening and closing of oysters is precisely timed to the Lunar phases. The real truth of the Moon, she told him, doesn't lie upon its surface, to be seen with the naked eye. The real truth can be seen only with the Third Eye and the heart, combined - by observing the Moon to be the absolute Cause of certain Effects. And perhaps the whole truth will be seen later.
Then she asked him if he had ever thought that perhaps the Earth, which appears to be such a crazy carnival of noise and nonsense, might not have a strange power itself, which we've never guessed .. to change the destinies of entire galaxies? Finally, she ended by quoting to him her favorite truism from her Great Aunt Hester. "Believe only half of what you
see," warned Aunt Hester. "And nothing of what you hear." Tomorrow, the Virgin said . . . she would give him a copy of St. Exupery's The Little Prince, which she promised would clarify it all. (Most Virgos have read and are fond of The Little Prince. They are irresistibly drawn to anything with
the word "little" in it.)
Nearly always, a Virgo woman can somehow manage to make a boy Crab feel safe and warm and secure. As though everything is crisp and proper and behaving as it should in the world, and within his own orbit. The way he felt as a child. When his mother told him to hush, it was all right. His nightmares were foolish and unreal. Tomorrow will be morning, and the world will still be spinning. Buckwheats for breakfast... and the newspaper delivered, as usual. The Virgo woman makes him feel cozy and comfy, like his old bathrobe with its soft, sagging pockets, hanging there beside his bed like a loyal friend. He senses her dependability, her sense of duty and her integrity. All very much like his own. Unless he meets her during a time when she's pulled by Vulcan to stand on her head and run around in thrilling circles for a bit, to change the scene, throwing caution in the corner, where undue caution belongs. Then he may have cause to be nervous now and then. But the typical Virgin in the average situation, when she really loves her gentle Crab, will seldom if ever do anything to really hurt or alarm him. She's so reassuringly predictable (barring those rare Vulcan experiments).
She will wish he would be equally predictable. Rocks, craters and all, the Moon continues to rule this man's changing moods, laughter, tears, depressions, elations, pouting spells, jokes, compassion, sweetness, crankiness and just plain contrariness. Still, in her practical, common-sense way, the Virgo girl is able to cope rather efficiently with the Cancerian man's wanderlust, periods of loneliness he can't explain - the fears that make him occasionally stingy - the tender concern for others that turns him suddenly generous. She doesn't mind his cautious nature, for she's cautious herself.
see," warned Aunt Hester. "And nothing of what you hear." Tomorrow, the Virgin said . . . she would give him a copy of St. Exupery's The Little Prince, which she promised would clarify it all. (Most Virgos have read and are fond of The Little Prince. They are irresistibly drawn to anything with
the word "little" in it.)
Nearly always, a Virgo woman can somehow manage to make a boy Crab feel safe and warm and secure. As though everything is crisp and proper and behaving as it should in the world, and within his own orbit. The way he felt as a child. When his mother told him to hush, it was all right. His nightmares were foolish and unreal. Tomorrow will be morning, and the world will still be spinning. Buckwheats for breakfast... and the newspaper delivered, as usual. The Virgo woman makes him feel cozy and comfy, like his old bathrobe with its soft, sagging pockets, hanging there beside his bed like a loyal friend. He senses her dependability, her sense of duty and her integrity. All very much like his own. Unless he meets her during a time when she's pulled by Vulcan to stand on her head and run around in thrilling circles for a bit, to change the scene, throwing caution in the corner, where undue caution belongs. Then he may have cause to be nervous now and then. But the typical Virgin in the average situation, when she really loves her gentle Crab, will seldom if ever do anything to really hurt or alarm him. She's so reassuringly predictable (barring those rare Vulcan experiments).
She will wish he would be equally predictable. Rocks, craters and all, the Moon continues to rule this man's changing moods, laughter, tears, depressions, elations, pouting spells, jokes, compassion, sweetness, crankiness and just plain contrariness. Still, in her practical, common-sense way, the Virgo girl is able to cope rather efficiently with the Cancerian man's wanderlust, periods of loneliness he can't explain - the fears that make him occasionally stingy - the tender concern for others that turns him suddenly generous. She doesn't mind his cautious nature, for she's cautious herself.
She'll also share his dislike for extravagance and waste - his sense of responsibility - and his delicious enjoyment of home life. She'll cook for him, most likely, soon perceiving that he associates good food with emotional security, but she may not be too happy about it. (Unless she has a Cancer Moon Sign or Ascendent herself.) A few of their quarrels could spring from his crablike possessiveness. He may frown if she wants to work or pursue a career, unless her desk is next to his, or they go into business together. He's Cardinal, she's Mutable, and so she'll accept with good grace his tendency to want to make most of the rules and to walk a few steps ahead - if he doesn't overdo it. He's a leader (even if secretly) and she's a communicator. Therefore, she feels no overwhelming need to demand a showy kind of independence for herself, but neither will she stand for her personal freedom to be smothered. He can boss her around, gallantly, and with old-fashioned charm (as he does others, male or female), and she won't be insulted or make a big fuss over it. However, she'll follow up only on suggestions that please her. If they do not please her, she'll frankly tell him so, and proceed to do things her own way. Courteously (like him) but quite determinedly.
Sexually, these two are well mated. With the peaceful affinity of Earth and Water Signs, they melt into each other's arms, hearts and bodies very naturally. To others, the Virgo woman may project a degree of unresponsiveness. But the great sentimentality and sensitivity of the Cancerian man allows him to discover her latent pools of passion. He's often able to cause her to bloom with her own special kind of sentiment, which is pure and fine, like crystal, lacking the heaviness of extreme emotionalism. She may surprise herself then, with a depth of sensitive feelings she never suspected she possessed. Her basic nature may be cool and reserved (especially with strangers), but when she's been stirred inwardly by Vulcan, this woman is more than capable of fulfilling the Lunar man's strong need for both sensuality and affection in lovemaking. She'll respond instinctively to the tenderness and gentleness that are inseparable parts of every Cancerian male. They both approach passion with a respect for its deeper implications and potential. Sexual union is not something either of them normally views as casual or frivolous (barring severe planetary afflictions in their individual birth charts).
Sexually, these two are well mated. With the peaceful affinity of Earth and Water Signs, they melt into each other's arms, hearts and bodies very naturally. To others, the Virgo woman may project a degree of unresponsiveness. But the great sentimentality and sensitivity of the Cancerian man allows him to discover her latent pools of passion. He's often able to cause her to bloom with her own special kind of sentiment, which is pure and fine, like crystal, lacking the heaviness of extreme emotionalism. She may surprise herself then, with a depth of sensitive feelings she never suspected she possessed. Her basic nature may be cool and reserved (especially with strangers), but when she's been stirred inwardly by Vulcan, this woman is more than capable of fulfilling the Lunar man's strong need for both sensuality and affection in lovemaking. She'll respond instinctively to the tenderness and gentleness that are inseparable parts of every Cancerian male. They both approach passion with a respect for its deeper implications and potential. Sexual union is not something either of them normally views as casual or frivolous (barring severe planetary afflictions in their individual birth charts).
Despite his emotional vulnerability and sentimentality (which he hides with practiced success beneath his tough, outer shell), the Crab possesses a steady, watchful intelligence. He's a shrewd business person, and an excellent strategist regarding all forms of human relationships. She'll make it clear that she admires all these qualities. A Virgin cannot love a man who hasn't won her respect, and the Crab will probably do this from the beginning. However, should he be one of the insecure Cancerians who "babys" his groundless fears by turning to drugs, alcohol, daydreaming or procrastination, she'll be extremely annoyed, and she'll soon make her displeasure felt in unmistakable small ways. Like nagging. Polite nagging, but nonetheless, nagging. Little reminders. Tiny frowns. Pouting. A martyrlike resignation. Or she'll just skip off when he least expects it to begin a new life alone, with barely a trace of emotion, once she's decided to leave. (Virgos don't look upon excessive emotion as either sensible or practical.) Because of his extreme sensitivity to hurt - and her natural inclination to criticize - there are dangers inherent in this relationship. But none that can't be overcome by simply being recognized in time, and avoided. He's perceptive enough to sense them. She's analytical enough to detect them. So they really have no excuse for allowing things to go too far.
Her eyes (like the eyes of all Virgos and Geminis, thanks to Mercury's silver gift) are noticeably clear, sparkling with intelligence. Her features, in some indefinable way, are delicate and virginal. Except when her brow is clouded with problems or creased with worry-wrinkles, her expression is sweetly placid. And so .. when she's bathed in moonlight, lying in his arms, the Crab may, for a moment, imagine her to be his lost Lady of the Mysteries, the misty Moon goddess of his haunted dreams.
Once she feels safe with a man, a Virgo girl is transformed into a symphony of fragile femininity. After all, she was born under a feminine Sun Sign, secretly ruled by the powerfully feminine Vulcan. Her crisp self-containment and faint air of aloofness mask her softness, but it's there waiting for the patient and persistent devotion of the Cancerian man to warm it into singing. Even should the Virgin and the Crab part company, the strong karmic tug of their 3- 11 vibration will nearly always guide them to unexpectedly cross each other's paths again, in ultimate friendship and forgiveness.
Her eyes (like the eyes of all Virgos and Geminis, thanks to Mercury's silver gift) are noticeably clear, sparkling with intelligence. Her features, in some indefinable way, are delicate and virginal. Except when her brow is clouded with problems or creased with worry-wrinkles, her expression is sweetly placid. And so .. when she's bathed in moonlight, lying in his arms, the Crab may, for a moment, imagine her to be his lost Lady of the Mysteries, the misty Moon goddess of his haunted dreams.
Once she feels safe with a man, a Virgo girl is transformed into a symphony of fragile femininity. After all, she was born under a feminine Sun Sign, secretly ruled by the powerfully feminine Vulcan. Her crisp self-containment and faint air of aloofness mask her softness, but it's there waiting for the patient and persistent devotion of the Cancerian man to warm it into singing. Even should the Virgin and the Crab part company, the strong karmic tug of their 3- 11 vibration will nearly always guide them to unexpectedly cross each other's paths again, in ultimate friendship and forgiveness.
VIRGO Woman SCORPIO Man
. . . and when Wendy finished he uttered a hollow groan.
"What is it, Peter?" she cried, running to him, thinking he
was ill... "Where is it, Peter?"
"It isn't that kind of pain," Peter replied darkly.
One of the Virgo girl's most shining virtues is her gentle and unselfish devotion to the man she loves. One of the Scorpio man's most laudable qualities is his loyal and intense devotion to the woman he loves. So, here they are, this female with her starlit eyes, her clear, bell-like voice and gracious manner .. and this man, with his deep, wise eyes, his smooth, mellow voice and magnetic ways .. the two of them gently-unselfishly-loyally-intensely . . . devoted to one another.
Isn't it a beautiful picture? Like a Degas painting of a pastoral scene, in delicate pinks, greens, and blues .. shimmering white .. with rich, velvety undertones of color .. burgundy and forest green. An absolutely perfect creation of poetic joy and beauty and tranquility, all combined.
WAIT! STOP! DEAR-GOD-IN-HEAVEN!
Is that . . . could that possibly be . . . a spot? Perhaps a smear of soil or a scratch . . . from careless handling? A fingerprint, maybe . . . or might it be .. horrors!.. a fly someone swatted and squashed on that heavenly splash of white-cloud-and-blue sky, in the upper right-hand corner? It could be, of course, an ant . . . crawling across the canvas. But it doesn't appear to be moving. Let's walk over closer, and see. May I borrow your magnifying glass, please? Thank you very much.
It is a spot. Definitely a spot. There isn't the slightest doubt. Can you see it? Look closely. A mar, a blemish . . . something not intended by the artist.
...or was it intended by the artist?
Yes. It was intended by the artist. It was deliberately designed to add the truth and beauty, the poetry of imperfection to his work of art. You see, imperfection is what links us to the angels, who are also, in varying degrees, imperfect. Your Sunday-school teacher may not have told you that, but there were many things your Sunday-school teacher did not tell you - because there are many things the Bible did not tell her - thanks to several incidents of spiritual surgery performed on the scriptures, like that which was committed upon the holy works by Emperor Justinian and his Empress Theodora in the sixth century (as only one example).
. . . and when Wendy finished he uttered a hollow groan.
"What is it, Peter?" she cried, running to him, thinking he
was ill... "Where is it, Peter?"
"It isn't that kind of pain," Peter replied darkly.
One of the Virgo girl's most shining virtues is her gentle and unselfish devotion to the man she loves. One of the Scorpio man's most laudable qualities is his loyal and intense devotion to the woman he loves. So, here they are, this female with her starlit eyes, her clear, bell-like voice and gracious manner .. and this man, with his deep, wise eyes, his smooth, mellow voice and magnetic ways .. the two of them gently-unselfishly-loyally-intensely . . . devoted to one another.
Isn't it a beautiful picture? Like a Degas painting of a pastoral scene, in delicate pinks, greens, and blues .. shimmering white .. with rich, velvety undertones of color .. burgundy and forest green. An absolutely perfect creation of poetic joy and beauty and tranquility, all combined.
WAIT! STOP! DEAR-GOD-IN-HEAVEN!
Is that . . . could that possibly be . . . a spot? Perhaps a smear of soil or a scratch . . . from careless handling? A fingerprint, maybe . . . or might it be .. horrors!.. a fly someone swatted and squashed on that heavenly splash of white-cloud-and-blue sky, in the upper right-hand corner? It could be, of course, an ant . . . crawling across the canvas. But it doesn't appear to be moving. Let's walk over closer, and see. May I borrow your magnifying glass, please? Thank you very much.
It is a spot. Definitely a spot. There isn't the slightest doubt. Can you see it? Look closely. A mar, a blemish . . . something not intended by the artist.
...or was it intended by the artist?
Yes. It was intended by the artist. It was deliberately designed to add the truth and beauty, the poetry of imperfection to his work of art. You see, imperfection is what links us to the angels, who are also, in varying degrees, imperfect. Your Sunday-school teacher may not have told you that, but there were many things your Sunday-school teacher did not tell you - because there are many things the Bible did not tell her - thanks to several incidents of spiritual surgery performed on the scriptures, like that which was committed upon the holy works by Emperor Justinian and his Empress Theodora in the sixth century (as only one example).
The concept of perfection is the most boring and soul-killing ever conceived within the dangerous doctrine of oblivion called Nirvana. Like every single other "religion" or philosophic theory in this world, from the Alpha to whenever the Omega may be scheduled - the Yoga way of life is essentially good, yet nevertheless, like all the rest (including astrology) it contains a few negative seeds of distorted truth. Nirvana is one of them. Nirvana's synonym - perfection - is another.
To tolerate minor flaws and imperfections, to treat these tenderly in one another, is one of the Great Spiritual Lessons of Truth - but Virgo will decidedly dislike learning it. Scorpio was born comprehending it. Maybe he can explain it to her. She'll listen to him. Because she respects his opinions and his judgments - and because she trusts him not to lead her astray. Yes, she trusts this man. Let us hope her individual Scorpio deserves that faith.
Quite likely, he does. The sense of integrity in a typical Scorpion runs strong. It's almost impossible for an Eagle not to live up to what is expected of him, what others trust him to stand for - unshakable integrity. Or, at the very least, the courage to be true to himself, as he sees himself - to a situation, as he sees that situation.
The Virgo woman may believe that, if the Scorpio man is "true to himself," this means he will never keep anything from her. Not necessarily. What he will never do is be dishonest with her. There is a difference. He will never be dishonest, according to his private code, which is his individually, and may not be that of another Scorpio's, but will always be high on the integrity list. Once an Eagle has committed himself to a relationship, he will be true to his vows of love - unless his horoscope has serious planetary afflictions to the fifth and seventh houses and to his natal Sun, and even then, he'll be extremely uncomfortable in the role of unfaithful lover or husband. His natural instinct is to be loyal - and to be honest.
The Virgin who's involved with this man, and still undecided about the safety of planning a long-term relationship with him, can be sure that, should another woman ever enter his life, it will either be a fleeting thing - or she will be truthfully told that his heart has wandered elsewhere. He may be tempted, even succumb to temptation, perhaps. But before much time has passed, he will have carefully evaluated the involvement.
To tolerate minor flaws and imperfections, to treat these tenderly in one another, is one of the Great Spiritual Lessons of Truth - but Virgo will decidedly dislike learning it. Scorpio was born comprehending it. Maybe he can explain it to her. She'll listen to him. Because she respects his opinions and his judgments - and because she trusts him not to lead her astray. Yes, she trusts this man. Let us hope her individual Scorpio deserves that faith.
Quite likely, he does. The sense of integrity in a typical Scorpion runs strong. It's almost impossible for an Eagle not to live up to what is expected of him, what others trust him to stand for - unshakable integrity. Or, at the very least, the courage to be true to himself, as he sees himself - to a situation, as he sees that situation.
The Virgo woman may believe that, if the Scorpio man is "true to himself," this means he will never keep anything from her. Not necessarily. What he will never do is be dishonest with her. There is a difference. He will never be dishonest, according to his private code, which is his individually, and may not be that of another Scorpio's, but will always be high on the integrity list. Once an Eagle has committed himself to a relationship, he will be true to his vows of love - unless his horoscope has serious planetary afflictions to the fifth and seventh houses and to his natal Sun, and even then, he'll be extremely uncomfortable in the role of unfaithful lover or husband. His natural instinct is to be loyal - and to be honest.
The Virgin who's involved with this man, and still undecided about the safety of planning a long-term relationship with him, can be sure that, should another woman ever enter his life, it will either be a fleeting thing - or she will be truthfully told that his heart has wandered elsewhere. He may be tempted, even succumb to temptation, perhaps. But before much time has passed, he will have carefully evaluated the involvement.
If he believes it has no future, he will end it immediately, return his heart to her, where it belongs . . . and suffer agonizing pangs of regret over his mistake. If he regards the new attachment as genuine, he will confess his change of affection to her as tenderly as possible, and allow her the dignity of truth before they part. But if it was nothing but a brief, regrettable mistake, she may never know. Scorpio keeps secrets as long as he feels they will neither hurt nor help another. The secrets he keeps from her, both before and after they marry, need not be romantic secrets. They'll involve many intricate human emotions far removed from romance. Not every last mystery will be revealed. He may not itemize each fleeting fragment of fantasy that floats through his consciousness to her, but he will share perhaps more of himself with the Virgin than with most other people.
One of the Virgo girl's outstanding characteristics is self-sufficiency. She doesn't think the world - or a man - owes her anything. One of the Eagle's outstanding characteristics is self-confidence. He doesn't wait around for the world - or a woman - to judge his worth or value. He's aware of it himself, and is certain the world will eventually recognize it. So will any woman who expects to be his woman.
It hardly ever happens that these two aggressively pursue love by rushing into each other's arms when they first meet. Both of them are shy, sometimes even painfully shy. Oh, she may chatter away with friends on a myriad of subjects, and he may be loquacious with his relatives, close friends, or working associates, but in the area of human emotions, they are both inclined to be reticent. Her self-sufficiency and his self-confidence are buried beneath the surface, like a hidden treasure they secretly count on when the world lets them down. It's not likely these two will ever let each other down, because being able to trust another person is so very important to them both.
Until he knows her better, he may be suspicious of her motives for little or no reason, as he is of everyone. Later, he'll probably trust her to be just what she appears to be, what she says she is - no more, and no less (like himself), and it will bring him more peace of mind to know this simple thing than he will ever admit. When he reaches out to her, this man of many enigmatic moods, she's always there. It comforts him, and softens the edge of his private fears.
One of the Virgo girl's outstanding characteristics is self-sufficiency. She doesn't think the world - or a man - owes her anything. One of the Eagle's outstanding characteristics is self-confidence. He doesn't wait around for the world - or a woman - to judge his worth or value. He's aware of it himself, and is certain the world will eventually recognize it. So will any woman who expects to be his woman.
It hardly ever happens that these two aggressively pursue love by rushing into each other's arms when they first meet. Both of them are shy, sometimes even painfully shy. Oh, she may chatter away with friends on a myriad of subjects, and he may be loquacious with his relatives, close friends, or working associates, but in the area of human emotions, they are both inclined to be reticent. Her self-sufficiency and his self-confidence are buried beneath the surface, like a hidden treasure they secretly count on when the world lets them down. It's not likely these two will ever let each other down, because being able to trust another person is so very important to them both.
Until he knows her better, he may be suspicious of her motives for little or no reason, as he is of everyone. Later, he'll probably trust her to be just what she appears to be, what she says she is - no more, and no less (like himself), and it will bring him more peace of mind to know this simple thing than he will ever admit. When he reaches out to her, this man of many enigmatic moods, she's always there. It comforts him, and softens the edge of his private fears.
This man's love nature is more intense than that of the average male, which is only natural, because in no way is Scorpio "average." Her love nature is more transcendental, yet there is also much of the "earthy" in her intimate behavior with him, for Virgo is of the Earth Element. It's a combination to which he'll respond eagerly, for he has two sides to his sexual needs also. One part of him looks upon the union between man and woman as a mystical experience, a holy thing. The other part is sensuous, erotic, seeking every level of passion for absolute fulfillment. In the beginning, there may be areas of adjustment in their lovemaking, but when they've learned they can be themselves with each other, without fear of hurt or rejection, the problems will disappear.
Strangely, with both of them, there could be a holding back in the physical expression of love. Some part of him remains under strict control, not abandoned to the desires of the flesh; some part of her remains virginal and untouched .. almost as though they each await an undefined miracle of love's affirmation to free their souls to join their hearts and bodies. Even with a Virgo woman who has been happily married for years, and who has co-created children with her husband, a "virgin" still sleeps somewhere within, unawakened. Even with the Scorpio man who's been a devoted husband and father for many years, the deepest seed of love's mystery lies in wait for Pluto's release - and until that unknown moment, remains silent and unstirred within. A comment of Pascal's may hold a hint of the end of the waiting. "Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point"... the heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.
There's every chance these two will agree on almost all matters financial. Neither is the type to throw money away, with nary a care for tomorrow. Both feel more secure in every way by following the example of the cautious squirrels. I seriously doubt if there's a Virgo-Scorpio couple anywhere on the planet without a savings account. This woman is more concerned with a financially secure future than with luxuries of the moment. (Barring her Moon or Ascendent being in an extravagant sign, of course.) And this man will think about his major purchases for a period of time before writing a check.
Strangely, with both of them, there could be a holding back in the physical expression of love. Some part of him remains under strict control, not abandoned to the desires of the flesh; some part of her remains virginal and untouched .. almost as though they each await an undefined miracle of love's affirmation to free their souls to join their hearts and bodies. Even with a Virgo woman who has been happily married for years, and who has co-created children with her husband, a "virgin" still sleeps somewhere within, unawakened. Even with the Scorpio man who's been a devoted husband and father for many years, the deepest seed of love's mystery lies in wait for Pluto's release - and until that unknown moment, remains silent and unstirred within. A comment of Pascal's may hold a hint of the end of the waiting. "Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point"... the heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.
There's every chance these two will agree on almost all matters financial. Neither is the type to throw money away, with nary a care for tomorrow. Both feel more secure in every way by following the example of the cautious squirrels. I seriously doubt if there's a Virgo-Scorpio couple anywhere on the planet without a savings account. This woman is more concerned with a financially secure future than with luxuries of the moment. (Barring her Moon or Ascendent being in an extravagant sign, of course.) And this man will think about his major purchases for a period of time before writing a check.
Having enough cash available for vacations, preferably long ones, is important to both of them. He gathers renewed psychic energy, emotional peace, and mental equilibrium by spending unhurried, quiet days and nights near the sea. It "restoreth his soul." She must have a change of scene frequently to soothe her spirit. Sameness and monotony are truly deadly to the Virgo essence, very literally unhealthy for her mentally, emotionally, and physically. The Mercury- Vulcan combined rays create a great deal of nervous energy and restlessness in Virgo, which markedly increases after long periods without change - and dramatically decreases after a trip, long or short. It doesn't matter so much to her if the trip is a vacation, for the purpose of resting - or a business trip requiring a more frantic work schedule than usual in some way - he'll see her blossom, her soft eyes shine. It's the change of scene, not the relaxation, which has healed her. Whether it's the Arc de Triomphe, amid noisy Paris streets .. or a quiet, secluded beach in the middle of nowhere.. isn't important. The important thing to Virgo is that it's different from her normal, dull, daily routine.
Other people may call the Scorpio man undemonstrative and cold, but they do not know him as she does. Once he's fallen in love with her, she'll know his depth of feeling and his great generosity. Other people may call the Virgo woman overly analytical and unimaginative, but they do not know her as he does. Once she's fallen in love with him, she'll reveal the tender and poetic side of her nature others seldom see. As written in the Old Testament, in the book of Proverbs: For who can tell the way of an eagle in the air... or of a man with a maid? Both Virgo and Scorpio tend to reserve their real selves for someone special, a love that's for keeps - with all the necessary and very precious immperfectionss.
Other people may call the Scorpio man undemonstrative and cold, but they do not know him as she does. Once he's fallen in love with her, she'll know his depth of feeling and his great generosity. Other people may call the Virgo woman overly analytical and unimaginative, but they do not know her as he does. Once she's fallen in love with him, she'll reveal the tender and poetic side of her nature others seldom see. As written in the Old Testament, in the book of Proverbs: For who can tell the way of an eagle in the air... or of a man with a maid? Both Virgo and Scorpio tend to reserve their real selves for someone special, a love that's for keeps - with all the necessary and very precious immperfectionss.
Posted by Rabbit
Booooooooooring.
Only Scorpio Man/Virgo Woman matters.
The rest are simply silly exercises in futility.
/troll off
i said yesterday that i was extremely happy with my scorpio man, and then today incredibly frustrated... honestly, scorpio men can be so callous sometimes, not knowing that virgo women are extremely sensitive.
I love the Aries Woman, Virgo man...
Some parts do not fit me that much because I am a rather detached, "airy" Aries... and love my husband's detachment. I get so wonderfully comfortable in it that I can't believe it when he's actually requiring more attention. It's adorable. I remember our dates in the first year; our dates were filled with silence. I found him so deliciously masculine that way. And, I love being his best friend. The only girl amidst a gang of men like a typical Aries female.
One word they got right - devotion.
Some parts do not fit me that much because I am a rather detached, "airy" Aries... and love my husband's detachment. I get so wonderfully comfortable in it that I can't believe it when he's actually requiring more attention. It's adorable. I remember our dates in the first year; our dates were filled with silence. I found him so deliciously masculine that way. And, I love being his best friend. The only girl amidst a gang of men like a typical Aries female.
One word they got right - devotion.
I remember after our first date (week long because he kept pretending to be asleep when it was time to take me home), he called a week later. My Gemini moon debated whether I could call it a one night stand if it lasted four days.
Then there was the time I went out of town and he didn't remember. My brother called me telling me he was stalking the house.... Did you tell that man you were going out of town. He was so mad. Lol!
What made me love him is that he proposed really early and had our lives almost completely planned out. It was soooooooooo sweet and he meant it. He gave deep thought about our lives together... And, before I did.
Then there was the time I went out of town and he didn't remember. My brother called me telling me he was stalking the house.... Did you tell that man you were going out of town. He was so mad. Lol!
What made me love him is that he proposed really early and had our lives almost completely planned out. It was soooooooooo sweet and he meant it. He gave deep thought about our lives together... And, before I did.
So true on the scorp woman/virgo men 🙂
They have a problem and only we can help them. Both healers.
Nice post!
They have a problem and only we can help them. Both healers.
Nice post!
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