Thursday, October 10, 2013

Cancers wanna be wed and Scorpios wanna be dead (Goth Astro Revery)

Last Friday, as I found myself yet again walking around the Mega Image fancy isles (they should sponsor me), hopelessly trying to figure out what obscure treat to treat myself to and subconsciously listening to The Sisters of Mercy's First And Last And Always album for the always-th time, I've had one of those pesky (because they have no greater use) micro revelations that come with being a 9 and are unavoidable when you've come in contact with and managed to synthesize almost all information in this Universe and beyond:

Is Andrew Eldritch a Cancer? He's surely crying much too much about his lost love, fire, and will over some kind of angel he seems to have wanted to wed to death. Until he was abandoned and discovered amphetamine-driven nihilism, that is.

As I was reassessing whether wanting to wed the hell out of someone is axiomatically Cancerian, I stopped to make a mental note to check out Robert Smiths' chart as well and continued: supposing all this is true about Eldritch to some extent and that I've guessed a part of him (that which reveals itself through his lyrics) dead on (future far-fetched pun intended), how come goths can revel in his music when the lyrics have this profound emo-cancerian underlining to them which normally should repel those with a taste for the deeper than love, deeper than anything things in life?!


My mind went on to wonder if it's simply a Cancerian thing to provide fine, temple of love lorn gloom for the darker at heart who cannot provide it for themselves, since they are too busy having troubling conversations about the kingdom of fire with Dante in their day to day reveries. And then it hit me: it appeals because it is profound. It's so profound and intense that only something as scorpionic as goths can handle with a straight, sober face.

Cancer and Scorpio, swimming in a sea... one wants to wed, the other drops dead. ...and Marian saves them from their watery grave? Marian must be a Pisces.


I eventually got home (without really buying anything, as is usually the case with my Mega Image mise-en-consumerist-abîme trips) and did his chart. And, sure enough, his Mars and Venus are both in Cancer. Robert also has his Mars in Cancer. And Rozz was a Scorpio with Moon in Cancer. Now the astrologer in me can say with puzzling grace that Romeo's distress is surely in Cancer. And I'm so tired.