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blueprint of the cosmos settled in, and Callie studied the
computer screen. "I don't see anything at all. Something doesn't feel
right. I don't know." Callie shook her head as if trying to sort out the
confusing bits of information.
"Maybe
you're being blocked from seeing," I said, and Callie looked up at me and
gave me a warm smile that seemed like celestial appreciation for my paying
attention. "Look up November 21, 1997," I ordered, demonstrating to
my lover that all had not been lost on me and surprising myself at how cosmic I
could become when a shaman was my competition. Callie began clicking the keys
down on the keyboard until the wheel in front of us read 1997 and stared at it
silently for a few seconds.
"She
lost her grandmother at a time when the Moon in the Fourth House of home was
squaring the Sun in the Seventh House of the grandmother of a woman. Venus was
in Capricorn in the Ninth House, trapped between Mars, indicating male, and
Neptune, indicating disillusionment or deception. Of course, look, Venus was
besieged!" She spoke into the computer screen as if my head was in there
instead of over her shoulder.
"Run
that by me again."
"Besiegement
is an old-world astrological aspect that occurs when a planet like Venus is
trapped between two heavier planets." Callie pointed to the symbols.
"Mars can be many things but certainly, in a negative sense, it means
danger or aggression. That's behind her, to the backside of Venus. In front of
Venus is Neptune, which negatively could mean disillusionment. With danger at
her back, she may have walked forward into deception."
Callie
flopped back in the chair as if the energy of discovery had exhausted her.
"A woman will save the day, even though the woman is under threat, because
Venus, representing women, is trining the Ascendant, which represents the
event—her death."
"How's
a woman going to save the day? Isn't the day pretty much over, since the
grandmother is dead?"
"I'm
telling you what I see in the chart. I don't know if it makes sense or
not."
I
didn't know what it was about Callie studying astrological charts that always
made her look so sexy, but it did. Her intense focus away from me allowed me
time to examine every part of her without her looking back, and I had a chance
to observe her magnificent mane of white-blond hair, short but feminine and
full, barely touching the beautiful white sweater she often wore and framing
the thick gold necklace that had to be an inch wide.
I
didn't ask her where she'd gotten the necklace, afraid perhaps her ex-husband,
reportedly of ten minutes, had given it to her, in which case I would have to
bite it off with my teeth and melt it down into a dagger with which to stab the
sonofabitch. I marveled at how I could still have that much hate for Robert
Isaacs.
"What
are you thinking? Your energy has gone completely dark." Callie turned to
look at me.
"Sorry,
I'll wipe those thoughts away," I said, making a windshield-wiper motion
in front of my face as Callie had taught me. "Look up November
twenty-first in the present."
"So
you're becoming an astrologer?" she teased, obviously pleased, and I
should have basked in her smile and enjoyed the moment. Instead my thoughts
flashed from Robert Isaacs in bed with Callie to Manaba having an affair with
Callie, and I became so knotted up inside that I choked on all possible
playfulness.
"Right
now, Moon, ruler of women, is trapped between Mars and Uranus squaring Venus—so
a woman is almost trapping herself. I don't feel the woman is dead,"
Callie said, shutting down her computer and letting the screen go dark.
"Too
cosmic for me. I've got to write a screenplay. I'm on deadline."
Even
as I said the word, the irony of it struck me—the line at which we are dead.
For me, merely an abstract point in time beyond which I would have no studio
deal. For an Indian woman, a literal line at the edge of a cliff beyond which
she would have no life.
Chapter
Five
Early
the next morning,
computer screen. "I don't see anything at all. Something doesn't feel
right. I don't know." Callie shook her head as if trying to sort out the
confusing bits of information.
"Maybe
you're being blocked from seeing," I said, and Callie looked up at me and
gave me a warm smile that seemed like celestial appreciation for my paying
attention. "Look up November 21, 1997," I ordered, demonstrating to
my lover that all had not been lost on me and surprising myself at how cosmic I
could become when a shaman was my competition. Callie began clicking the keys
down on the keyboard until the wheel in front of us read 1997 and stared at it
silently for a few seconds.
"She
lost her grandmother at a time when the Moon in the Fourth House of home was
squaring the Sun in the Seventh House of the grandmother of a woman. Venus was
in Capricorn in the Ninth House, trapped between Mars, indicating male, and
Neptune, indicating disillusionment or deception. Of course, look, Venus was
besieged!" She spoke into the computer screen as if my head was in there
instead of over her shoulder.
"Run
that by me again."
"Besiegement
is an old-world astrological aspect that occurs when a planet like Venus is
trapped between two heavier planets." Callie pointed to the symbols.
"Mars can be many things but certainly, in a negative sense, it means
danger or aggression. That's behind her, to the backside of Venus. In front of
Venus is Neptune, which negatively could mean disillusionment. With danger at
her back, she may have walked forward into deception."
Callie
flopped back in the chair as if the energy of discovery had exhausted her.
"A woman will save the day, even though the woman is under threat, because
Venus, representing women, is trining the Ascendant, which represents the
event—her death."
"How's
a woman going to save the day? Isn't the day pretty much over, since the
grandmother is dead?"
"I'm
telling you what I see in the chart. I don't know if it makes sense or
not."
I
didn't know what it was about Callie studying astrological charts that always
made her look so sexy, but it did. Her intense focus away from me allowed me
time to examine every part of her without her looking back, and I had a chance
to observe her magnificent mane of white-blond hair, short but feminine and
full, barely touching the beautiful white sweater she often wore and framing
the thick gold necklace that had to be an inch wide.
I
didn't ask her where she'd gotten the necklace, afraid perhaps her ex-husband,
reportedly of ten minutes, had given it to her, in which case I would have to
bite it off with my teeth and melt it down into a dagger with which to stab the
sonofabitch. I marveled at how I could still have that much hate for Robert
Isaacs.
"What
are you thinking? Your energy has gone completely dark." Callie turned to
look at me.
"Sorry,
I'll wipe those thoughts away," I said, making a windshield-wiper motion
in front of my face as Callie had taught me. "Look up November
twenty-first in the present."
"So
you're becoming an astrologer?" she teased, obviously pleased, and I
should have basked in her smile and enjoyed the moment. Instead my thoughts
flashed from Robert Isaacs in bed with Callie to Manaba having an affair with
Callie, and I became so knotted up inside that I choked on all possible
playfulness.
"Right
now, Moon, ruler of women, is trapped between Mars and Uranus squaring Venus—so
a woman is almost trapping herself. I don't feel the woman is dead,"
Callie said, shutting down her computer and letting the screen go dark.
"Too
cosmic for me. I've got to write a screenplay. I'm on deadline."
Even
as I said the word, the irony of it struck me—the line at which we are dead.
For me, merely an abstract point in time beyond which I would have no studio
deal. For an Indian woman, a literal line at the edge of a cliff beyond which
she would have no life.
Chapter
Five
Early
the next morning,
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