There was a time many years ago when I decided to investigate astrology. Although I found the works of the more serious astrologers – Dr. Liz Greene for example – to be worth reading, I was never convinced that the heavenly bodies had much influence on our lives.
I did benefit in that I learned some more history and Greek mythology; I was also introduced to the idea of different personality types based on the presence and balance of the four elements in their birth charts, which gave me some respect for psychological diversity.
My scepticism did dissolve a little when I discovered that many of my favourite childhood authors were fellow Capricorns: Dennis Wheatley; Rudyard Kipling; Ouida; Gerald Durrell; Hugh Lofting; Noel Streatfeild; A. A. Milne; Stella Gibbons; J. R. R. Tolkien … but then I realised that there are other Capricorn authors whose work I don’t like much or at all, and many authors born under other signs whose work I like as much as or more than the work of the best Capricorn writers.
Something that happened many years ago while I was still reading books about astrology made me take the subject a little more seriously:
I was doing some spring cleaning. I was happily washing down a wall while listening to a tape of the song Liverpool Farewell by the Spinners. I felt energised by the song, which seemed cheerful and exciting: new adventures were on the horizon.
This was in the morning; when I resumed work in the afternoon, I played the tape again. This time, the song sounded unbearably sad because people were parting; I was tearful and did not feel like continuing with the work.
I had an idea. I investigated some tables and discovered that the moon had actually changed signs during my lunch break: in the morning it had been in the airy-fairy sign of Gemini; in the afternoon it had moved to the cry-baby sign of Cancer!
However, a change from sunshine to dull, grey, wet weather can have a similar effect.
I went into and through astrology and came out the other end. I have found many other areas of investigation to be more relevant and helpful. The jury’s still out.
I did benefit in that I learned some more history and Greek mythology; I was also introduced to the idea of different personality types based on the presence and balance of the four elements in their birth charts, which gave me some respect for psychological diversity.
My scepticism did dissolve a little when I discovered that many of my favourite childhood authors were fellow Capricorns: Dennis Wheatley; Rudyard Kipling; Ouida; Gerald Durrell; Hugh Lofting; Noel Streatfeild; A. A. Milne; Stella Gibbons; J. R. R. Tolkien … but then I realised that there are other Capricorn authors whose work I don’t like much or at all, and many authors born under other signs whose work I like as much as or more than the work of the best Capricorn writers.
Something that happened many years ago while I was still reading books about astrology made me take the subject a little more seriously:
I was doing some spring cleaning. I was happily washing down a wall while listening to a tape of the song Liverpool Farewell by the Spinners. I felt energised by the song, which seemed cheerful and exciting: new adventures were on the horizon.
This was in the morning; when I resumed work in the afternoon, I played the tape again. This time, the song sounded unbearably sad because people were parting; I was tearful and did not feel like continuing with the work.
I had an idea. I investigated some tables and discovered that the moon had actually changed signs during my lunch break: in the morning it had been in the airy-fairy sign of Gemini; in the afternoon it had moved to the cry-baby sign of Cancer!
However, a change from sunshine to dull, grey, wet weather can have a similar effect.
I went into and through astrology and came out the other end. I have found many other areas of investigation to be more relevant and helpful. The jury’s still out.
