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Esoteric: Astrogenetic Family, Fear Myself, Atilla

Loving my Astrogenetic Family

My gypsy brother is Aries
the word ‘consideration’ is unknown to him,
my Peter-Pan brother is Aquarius
who’s always ready to leave for Neverland
in any case; my sister and I am Cancer
never feeling safe anywhere;
my Tom-Thumb brother is Cancer too –
no wonder he’s fighting windmills still;
my hard-working grandma Cinderella was Virgo;
she was perfect, exquisite in all that she did;
the best cook, the best needlewoman;
my mother, the Queen of Hearts, is Leo, that’s
why she regally reigned over all of us; always in
need of grandiose schemes and compliments;
my happy-go-lucky father is Sagittarius;
thus it makes sense that he’s going about
with a dream in his heart of taking a trip
on a steam train – and a smile on his lips;
my little girl is also Aquarius, happy and carefree
a friend of all humanity, even her alien mother,
dealing with her Scorpio father with dexterity;
my little boy is Sagittarius too, always stumbling
and falling, reading five books at a time with
his far-off eyes on the horizon…


I Most Fear Myself

With Astrology for Dummies in my hand and
Maurice Cottrerel’s Astrogenetics in my mind
I’m ready to tackle my colleagues and friends,
get the date of conception because the magnetic
influence of all heavenly bodies are imprinted
on the fetus then; working out their star sign
based on counting back nine months from date
of birth affords me hours of fun; I was born as
Aquarius but it’s not my sign at all, I never change
jobs or travel as Aquarius does; counting back to
Gemini might have been right, but star dates have
changed due to precession - so Cancer is the
magic one: Dreaming dreams while staying home –
that’s much more likely! The description of Cancer
provided by Rae Orion describes me perfectly:
Introspective – all the time, Intuitive – could it be? ,
an intriguing paradox, when frightened scuttle back
into my shell, fretful and high-strung, defending myself
to my own detriment, so imprisoned by anxieties that
movement becomes impossible, paralyzed by need
for security; powerful emotions washing over me
like a tidal wave – my challenges are to avoid the
‘quicksand of insecurity’ and the ‘snake pit of despair’
and getting to the bottom of my deepest fears and
complicated psyche – at least now it makes sense
that the thing I most fear on earth is - myself!


Attila The Hun And The Queen Of Hearts

Tonight I understand why our family
was marked by such disharmony:
We did not have a myth or fantasy
by which to live our lives as one
I never knew whether Dad was
Attila the Hun, a living barbarian
fighting his way through society
whether Mom was the Queen Of Hearts
drowning in the refinement of royalty
I only knew for sure that grandma was
a Cinderella serving faithfully
while the children five lived in a
separate place where Christo was
a singing troubadour and Ian a clown
I was Alice-in-Wonderland, my sister
seemed to become Annie-Get-Your-Gun
Dawie, the youngest, was Tom Thumb -
all lived in a crooked little house that
was marked by war and strife because
we had no myth to bind us together
in happy harmony with roles for each
in a single Fairytale Fantasy!
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