posted January 17, 2009 02:30 AM           

Sun in Pisces

(The Sun is in Pisces from February 19 to March 20, depending on the year).

As the twelfth and last sign of the zodiac, Pisces contains within itself a little experience of all the signs. This gives Pisces Suns the ability to identify with people from all walks of life—from all backgrounds—in some way. These individuals are not only changeable and adaptable, they have open minds and tremendous understanding. But Pisces itself is often misunderstood. Pisces Suns may spend a good portion of their lives yearning for understanding, and the other part in a state of divine discontent. Suffering is sometimes glamorized in the Piscean world.

Sun in Pisces people are frequently pegged as wishy-washy, but this is all a matter of opinion. What you will find behind a vaguely directionless, spacey manner is a deep person with real dreams. Their dreams are more than getting that picket fence or making it up the corporate ladder. Pisces are tuned in to a higher purpose and their dreams transcend the individual. A deep love for humanity, and compassion that knows no bounds is found with this placement of the Sun.

Pisceans are not known to be cutthroat business types, nor are they given to throwing themselves out into the world in an aggressive manner. But make no mistake about it, Pisces can be extraordinarily successful when given the chance to express themselves. The arts, marketing, music, teaching, drama, healing arts...these are all fields in which Pisces can find expression. Their imagination, attunement to humanity, and remarkable intuition endow them with enviable gifts of insight and creativity.

Pisces is a sensitive sign—both sensitive to criticism and sensitive to others' feelings. Easily touched by human suffering, at least in theory, Pisces wouldn't hurt a fly. They believe in people, are deeply hurt by compassionless human behavior, and have a hard time saying no. Harsh realities are avoided either through escapist behavior or self-delusion; but every now and again reality does raise its ugly head, and hits Pisces over the head. This is a sad time indeed. Pisces retreats into their own world, self-pitying and giving pep talks to themselves ("I will never trust again!"). Rest assured, though, that these periods are rather short-lived and even useful. Pisces seems to derive energy from their (generally short) bouts of self-pity. They come back stronger, with a spring in their step, ready to face the world again, and just as, if not more, compassionate and trusting as they were before. Some might even wonder if Pisces finds pleasure in suffering. Sometimes this is the case, but most of the time, Pisces pulls a lot of creative energy from sadness. Pisces is the poet or artist with angst, although this trait is often more apparent with Moon in Pisces.

Some find Pisces' tendency to be late for appointments, spaced out behavior, and absent-mindedness amount to irresponsibility. Pisces would be shocked to know this, however. Who me? Pisces wonders. Irresponsible? Pisces Suns absolutely care—their love knows no bounds—but their retreats from ordinary life (whether they are as simple as daydreams or actual departures) that they so seem to need every now and again are not always understandable to no-nonsense signs, such as Virgo or Aries.

Many Pisces seem almost allergic to things like shopping lists, maps, directions, and instructions, and for some brave souls, even watches — they prefer to feel their way through life than to follow some plan.

We find plenty of artists, poets, and musicians with Sun (and other personal planets) in Pisces. Piscean themes are woven throughout the songs of Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins and Kurt Cobain of Nirvana, for example.

posted January 17, 2009 02:32 AM           

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

posted January 17, 2009 02:34 AM           

2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing.

3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.

4 Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;

7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8 Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.

9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

13 And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

posted January 17, 2009 04:57 AM           

Thought these extracts might add something of further interest:

"Sun Sign/Moon Sign", Harvey & Harvey.

**(Images for Integration)**

SUN PISCES/MOON ARIES: In tattered rags, the small, obscure young servant named Arthur pulls the sword from the stone and becomes king of Camelot.

SUN PISCES/MOON TAURUS: A nature mystic bakes bread in an earth oven...An artist decorates her home lavishly.

SUN PISCES/MOON GEMINI: A child grips his magic red balloon as it lifts him into the sky and over the sea onto an island fo eternal beauty...A schoolboy daydreams of heroic deeds during a class on the romantic poets.

SUN PISCES/MOON CANCER: An actress plays Clara Barton and is so inspired by her life that she leaves the theatre to become a doctor...A school of fish...A medical missionary voyages to the east...We'll meet again.

SUN PISCES/MOON LEO: Cinderella sits by the fire mending her ballgown and daydreams about her romantic evening of dance, glamour, and high drama.

SUN PISCES/MOON VIRGO: A mosaic picture of the universe, each piece perfect in itself...Small events bring enormous consequences...Faith and reason shake hands.

SUN PISCES/MOON LIBRA: A theatrical-musical artist entertains his entourage of friends and fans...Two lovers dream the same dream...A team of writers create a masterpiece.

SUN PISCES/MOON SCORPIO: Longfellow's poem 'The Secret of the Sea'...Steinbeck's novel 'The Grapes of Wrath'.

SUN PISCES/MOON SAGITTARIUS: A black woman priest in the confessional hears a tale of woe from a white converted scientist, and they fall in love...Einstein's Theory of Relativity.

SUN PISCES/MOON CAPRICORN: An old freighter chugs towards the port, bringing in the goods...A famous actress leaves her estate to the Actors' Pension Fund.

SUN PISCES/MOON AQUARIUS: A musicologist plays the violin divinely as part of a demonstration of the theory of harmonics...A boy scout swims five miles in a campaign to raise money for the peace movement.

SUN PISCES/MOON PISCES: Adrift at sea...the stars and the ocean create one world, no horizon...the sunset beckons.

posted January 17, 2009 12:15 PM           

Very cool, Chryseis.
Thank you for those.

Nice pic, Nyah.

You're welcome, redstar.

Hi, aquaspry.

posted January 17, 2009 12:46 PM           

Jeff Buckley's cover of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pid0nCrsQxM&feature=related

Bright Eyes - 'A Perfect Sonnet' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXYM6-X8c3o

Nina Simone "Ain't Got No.. I've Got No Life" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUcXI2BIUOQ&feature=channel_page

The White Stripes 'Jolene' (Dolly Parton cover) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zskw3mCQFL4&feature=channel_page

Daniel Johnston -
'Story of An Artist' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_RbSAwMa3U
'I Live My Broken Dreams' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0x81OWf72k&feature=channel_page
'Go' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YobuN4b4X9Y&feature=channel_page
'Mask' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3615X2qOA-0&feature=channel_page

Antony
'If It Be Your Will' (Leonard Cohen cover) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MDlMdu2gjw&feature=channel_page
'Hope There's Someone' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8b5HHRT8xvw&feature=related
'My Lady Story' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6X03nsQSsw&feature=related
'You Are My Sister' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-NziGE6DVY&feature=related

posted January 17, 2009 01:00 PM           

1

I stopped to listen, but he did not come. I began again with a sense of loss. As this sense deepened I heard him again. I stopped stopping and I stopped starting, and I allowed myself to be crushed by ignorance. This was a strategy, and didnt work at all. Much time, years were wasted in such a minor mode. I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love. I beg for mercy. Slowly he yields. Haltingly he moves toward his throne. Reluctantly the angels grant to one another permission to sing. In a transition so delicate it cannot be marked, the court is established on beams of golden symmetry, and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher.

2

When I left the king I began to rehearse what I would say to the world: long rehearsals full of revisions, imaginary applause, humiliations, edicts of revenge. I grew swollen as I conspired with my ambition, I struggled, I expanded, and when the term was up, I gave birth to an ape. After some small inevitable misunderstanding, the ape turned on me. Limping, stumbling, I fled back to the swept courtyards of the king. 'Where is your ape?' the king demanded. 'Bring me your ape.' The work is slow. The ape is old. He clowns behind his bars, imitating our hands in the dream. He winks at my official sense of urgency. What king, he wants to know. What courtyard? What highway?

3

I heard my soul singing behind a leaf, plucked the leaf, but then I heard it singing behind a veil. I tore the veil, but then I heard it singing behind a wall. I broke the wall, and I heard my soul singing against me. I built up the wall, mended the curtain, but I could not put back the leaf. I held it in my hand and I heard my soul singing mightily against me. This is what its like to study without a friend.

4

After searching among the words, and never finding ease, I went to you, I asked you to gladden my heart. My prayer divided against itself, I was ashamed to have been deceived again, and bitterly, in the midst of loud defeat, I went out myself to gladden the heart. It was here that I found my will, a fragile thing, starving among ferns and women and snakes. I said to my will, 'Come, let us make ourselves ready to be touched by the angel of song,' and suddenly I was once again on the bed of defeat in the middle of the night, begging for mercy, searching among the words. With the two sheilds of bitterness and hope, I rose up carefully, and I went out of the house to rescue the angel of song from the place where she had chained herself to her nakedness. I covered her nakedness with my will, and we stood in the kingdom that shines towards you, where Adam is mysteriously free, and I searched among the words for words that would not bend the will away from you.

posted January 18, 2009 08:22 AM           

Pisces love!

posted January 18, 2009 08:26 AM           

1. Possesion - Sarah Mclaughlen (sp?)
2. Never Tear Us Apart - INXS
3. Glory Box - Portishead
4. U R Fever - The Kills
5. Terrifying - Gabreilla Clima

posted January 18, 2009 11:15 AM           

...

We are a psychic process which we do not control, or only partly direct.
Consequently, we cannot have any final judgment about ourselves or our lives.
If we had, we would know everything -- but at most that is only a pretense.

...

In the end the only events in my life worth telling are those when the imperishable world irrupted into this transitory one.
That is why I speak chiefly of inner experiences, amongst which I include my dreams and visions.
These form the prima materia of my scientific work.

...

All other memories of travels, people and my surroundings have paled beside these interior happenings.

...

But my encounters with the "other" reality, my bouts with the unconscious, are indelibly engraved upon my memory.

...

Similarly, other people are established inalienably in my memories
only if their names were entered in the scrolls of my destiny from the beginning,
so that encountering them was at the same time a kind of recollection.

...

Outward circumstances are no substitute for inner experience.
Therefore my life has been singularly poor in outward happenings.
I cannot tell much about them, for it would strike me as hollow and insubstantial.
I can understand myself only in the light of inner happenings.
It is these that make up the singularity of my life,
and with these my autobiography deals.