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Bituin sa pigi


TITINGALA ba sa mga bungkos ng bituin sa langit, kung may langit sa bituin sa pigi, or in plain body English, between the thighs… sights and sighs heavenly?

Sabi nga yata sa Julius Caesar ni Shakespeare: The fault, my dear, does not lie in the stars but in that we lie under the sheets, mwa-ha-ha-haw!

Dinagdagan kasi ang mga zodiac signs… nahilo na kasi ang mundo sa walang humpay na ikot nito at walang patumanggang higop ng nakabuntot na buwan… sablay na raw ang mga nakatakdang buhos ng balakubak, alimuom at singaw mula sa mga bungkos ng bituin, the assigned dozen constellations that make up zodiac signs… too, the universe is expanding… “you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars…”

Shift happens, your guiding stars thrown out of kilter: Capricorn: January 20 - February 16; Aquarius: February 16 - March 11; Pisces: March 11 - April 18; Aries: April 18 - May 13; Taurus: May 13 - June 21; Gemini: June 21 - July 20; Cancer: July 20 - August 10; Leo: August 10 - September 16; Virgo: September 16 - October 30; Libra: October 30 - November 23; Scorpio: November 23 - November 29; Ophiuchus: November 29 - December 17; Sagittarius: December 17 - January 20.

Get me wrong as usual but the sign I was born under was dollars, pesos, deutsche marks, plus a basket of currencies to peg London interbank offered rates, Manila reference rates and two cents worth… please feel free to share such auspicious influences.

Or, as Chinese feng shui practitioners would have it cast, I saw the light in the hour of the Dragon, lavished with positive yang forces for that particular year of the Horse, the personality an admixture of water, green wood, and fire… so much seething flames under that liquid calm.

Only the faint of heart and weak of will wither along, go with the flow, and won’t be master of his/her fate or captain of his/her soul.
Naipapagpag kasi ang balakubak, alimuom, at singaw mula bungkos ng mga bituin… hindi mga tala’t buntala ang nagtatakda ng kapalaran at kabuhayan— free will rules.

Para sa inyong imbing lingkod, all the forces and currents radiated above by those constellations can be tapped, channeled and focused to certain ends-- mostly mundane. Kaya gusto kong kutusan sa batok at sampigahin sa tuktok ang mga nagpapagawa pa sa ‘kin ng astrological birth charts… para daw makilala ang kanilang sari-sarili’t makagawa ng diskarte sa buhay.

I do consult the heavens, pore over those astrological charts… calculate and do agronomy, raise crops mostly based largely on the moon’s waxing and waning.

Nakabatay lang sa bilog—the circle of life with 360 degrees corresponding to a year plus five days more of rest in a nine cycle of 40 days each—ang madalas kong payo. The first 40-day cycle begins on your birthday, so go for it starting out new projects or expanding on an existing enterprise… you’ll be bristling with so much energy, glowing with so much love.

Succeeding cycles ought to be upkeep on whatever you’ve begun. The ninth cycle is a 45-day stress-filled critical trudge through a gauntlet before your birthday… this ought to be devoted to meditation, rest, prayers… so there.

“Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.”

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