Sign of the Times

It’s a metaphysical gut punch, really.  To wake up and be told you are not who you thought you were. To find out after all this time that which you believed to be you is not you but someone else.   Who am I?

I was a Pisces.  I was a fish; a happy, go-with-the-flow kind of fish. I was a dreamer, an idealist, a creative elitist.  I was in the world but not of it and that suited me just fine.  Today I learned it was all a lie.  Today I learned I was an Aquarius and of that I know nothing.

Aquarius, the water carrier, bears that precious and abundant element which gave me sustenance and a playground for 40 years. That element is now my responsibility. It is now something contained, something carried, something hoarded.  Am I a hoarder?  I have never hoarded anything except maybe for beer bottle caps and bicentennial quarters.  Do I want the responsibility of carrying the water? I don’t know if I want that level of responsibility.  That is too much for a Pisces to take on. But I am not a Pisces.  Apparently I was born to handle it after all.  Can I put the water down ever?  Can I drink it?  Is it all work and no play for the Aquarius?  My mother is an Aquarius (well, was) and I have never seen her play, ever.   It’s all so confusing and a Pisces does not like confusion.  It’s too turbulent and cloudy.  You can’t go with that kind of flow.

All those attributes I proudly pinned on my personality are now nothing more than false testimonials. I now know why all those essays and posters never won awards. They were done by an Aquarius and I guess they really did suck. 

I am a blank page.  A Pisces would know what to do with a blank page.  Does an Aquarius?   If I were an optimist I would see this as a new birth, a chance to start anew. But I am not an optimist.  I am a Pisces, or was.   I wonder how an Aquarius sees this revelation.   Does he embrace it or is he as skeptical as a Pisces, as skeptical as me.

I don’t buy this scientific finding that has shattered my psychic  worldview.  Somehow over thousands of years the moon’s position relative to the zodiac has shifted enough to upend the entire calendar of signs.  That theory is as hokey as global warming; as convoluted as Darwinism; as undetermined as the 2000 elections. 

What about all those living under the delusion of another sign?  I don’t see Leos surrendering their superiority to crabs.  I don’t imagine too many Rams will embrace fins over horns.   And Sagittarius suddenly accepting an entirely new sign not yet affixed with overbearing qualities and lacking the status, stature and standing they have come to know?  Please.  So why should I become a fish out of water?  If it weren’t all just pagan ritual it would be sacrilegious.

This is astrological anarchy.  This is an unalignment of the planets.  If we accept this we will accept anything – a fifth dimension, temporal rifts, quantum leaps with a device called Iggy, embryonic stem cell research.  I know I am one fish swimming against the tide, but maybe, just maybe if I swim hard enough I can turn it.   Maybe I can learn to contain that water; catch a wave upon the sand (and in turn solve problems like Maria).  Or I can just ride it.  I bet Aquarius is damn good surfer.