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Most of us would agree that attraction is some kind of energy or
magnetism between two people, but very few of us understand how
to read these attractions.

Yet, we are even delighted, elated, and often overwhelmed by
some attractions. They seem impossible to resist, let alone
understand. Even when we know the consequences of engaging an
attraction that can be devastating to our lives, we may proceed
anyway. this is when the attraction can be “fatal.”

Is this some kind of madness, or is there a simple answer for
“losing it” with another person?

The answer lies in the heavens and the “psychic sky” within us.

No doubt you have heard and read about that ancient statement
“As Above So Below.” But, to be honest, so few of us understand
what this really means.

The psychic sky is that world within you that reflects
the celestial pattern of the signs and planets at the moment you
were born. This means that these energies are within you and are
expressed in the daily drama of your life. Therefore, romantic
attractions are based on how the Sun, Moon, Venus and Mars in
your psyche relate to the Sun, Moon, Venus and Mars in another
person’s psyche.

While this idea may astound and even seem absurd to some of you,
it proves to be quite accurate when you investigate its validity
through astrology.

A quick and simple way to determine if there is a romantic
attraction between you and another person is to realize that
planets are desires and signs are attitudes. When
your desires and attitudes are in harmony with the other
person’s desires and attitudes, there is romantic harmony.

This harmony is determined by the sign position of the planets
in your birth chart. As you may know signs are composed of fire,
earth, air and water energies. When the planets of both parties
are in harmonious elements, a happy relationship is possible.
For instance, air signs are favorable to fire, and water signs
are favorable to earth but not to fire and air.

Sexual harmony is based on the relationship of Venus and Mars in
each person’s chart. I have seen examples of intense sexual
attraction between two people when the Venus of one person is in
the same sign as the Mars of the other. these energies are even
more intense when we find Pluto in the same sign as the other
person’s Venus or Mars.

There are many other patterns which explain the mystery of our
attractions. But this information should be enough to help you
understand what is going on in the background of your
relationship.

A skilled astrologer can explain how all these complex energies
work in your relationship with others.

© 2005 Randall Curtis

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Onward they marched, the land dotted with lakes and mud holes. This southern hemisphere possessed no great body of water, just streams and ponds for the most part: beautiful as they were they were not home for the many: even though Siren got to like this part of the planet quite well. Some plains had a dark thick forest here and there then all of a sudden: barren hills, a few mountains in the background; more pleasant than the grasslands she figured by far (and the vipers were hoping she did not get to liking it too much in this area); but it was not suitable for their livelihood, and she knew it. Siren did call this land “The Land of Variety,” for it had a lot of everything all together.

In many ways this land was more livable than the tall grass lands they were heading back to, or the mounds with the forest surrounding it; the rodents abode, both seemingly above and below one another, and the mound in the middle between them, here is where Siren had built her castle in the trees. But it was familiar ground for all, and it seemed the creatures were longing for it, and it seemed she had a duty to bring them back home, and so she was.

What her followers were learning about their leader was that: Siren was (if anything), a tenacious character: stubborn, and at times down right bodacious: she called it being assertive thoughbut it was a ting beyond that I suppose. And her abode was the conclave for the armies to gather and see where the next movement would be. It was home.

Linguistically speaking, Siren was becoming just that, a linguist: not so much in forgion languages as it would normally be under such a title on earth, but in all areas: human and animalistic speaking, for such a title on SSARG: she could related to all and whomever, whenever. Here is where she and they would do their emendations, if needed.

They had been gone almost two-years by this time, by the time she and they, her armies arrived back at their homeland; now standing by their tree house, castle that is, still the only cloths she had on was the small, cut tunic she acquired from the cliff dwellers, here all of a sudden she felt something was wrong; call it her intuition, or simply her warriors sensory perception: her sense were working overtime.

Something was wrong, there was a horde of (clan of) Jackals, now in possession of the land, whose eyes were like voodoo drums, beaming on them from all sides.

They were making sounds, encircling her and her army. They had come from the other side of the world: they had heard about Siren and the great battle. Siren had become a living legend on the planet. And the Master Jackal, Blezza e’l (seemingly a demonic-jackal with somekind of reasoning), a creature from another planet perhaps she deliberated, that had entered the jackals of SSARG’s, for she had seen jackals, but not this aggressive or verbal, or for that matter, army orientated. He was quite different from his followers, who did not have formal reasoning, but rather his followers acted on the sameness, intuitive mind of their normal kind, yet took orders from this mastermind of aggression. There were 50,000-jackals, all creeping in and around the conclave area. He wished to be worshiped as the world warrior, yet this was not told to Siren, on you, my intrepid readers.

Siren knew this battle would not be as easy as the last one, although the last one was not easy in the sense of losses, it was in the sense of they knew (it as not the unknown I mean), they new, they’d win at the end, and they knew they’d have to suffer a paramount of losses. This battle looked like extinction at this point. These warriors were trained to dodge; bite, step back, and look for the weak spots, then re-attack. And they looked most barbaric of all the creatures on the planet, so was Siren’s deduction of the situation.

“Siren the Great,” called the Master Jackal. He wanted to know his enemy; know the one who conquered the planetfor she was the only one that had ever done so: he wanted to know the living legend, the queen who took the Cliff Dwellers. And so, she allowed him to stay within the mound area without dispute, and treated him with respect for the first month, and they seemed to get along well, both conquerors they both were and Siren with the worldwide reputation. Hence, it came to a showdown, it was in the forenoon, and he had told her:

“Recognize defeat, and proclaim it, and we shall move on, or be defeated, and we shall rape this land!” He actually was respectful about it, and perhaps, thought Siren, perhaps he could be trusted, but could she chance it. Would he do what he said he’d do, leave; or was it a ploy to say he won the greatest battle from the greatest conqueror of all time, and never lost one soldier in the process; thus, it would be the greatest of folklores ever told, for a ten-thousand years.

On the other hand, did she have a choice; she had stalled for time, and her two armies were ready for battle, but could 10,000-beat, 50,000-who had been rested up, just as much as they, fed and ready for battle. But the Master Jackal hadn’t thought of something, the season, and Siren had. The monsoon season had set in, and the Jackals had not been aware there was such a season, anyplace on this planet; had they token the time to look at the tall grass, it should have told them something: it needed plenty of water, and thus, where did it come fromthe water that is. Save, the fact was too late, and the season was upon them, and Siren had already talked to her rodents and vipers, and all was set for the battle, as the Master Jackal waited for Siren’s defeat, verbally.

She stood in the rain in front of the Master Jackal, in protest, and with a kick to his ribs, broke two of them, so started the war:

The war went on within the swampy grasslands where the jackals massed up, ended up getting lost and got eaten up by the snakes. Night after night, it rained, and night after night the snakes chewed them up like worms; they got caught in the thickness of the grass, entangled in the webs of the grass; as the rodents would chase them into the grass, and often be chased into the grass, but the vipers would not attack the rodents, only the jackals, and they waited for them, and attacked them in the woods and grasslands, night after night, like a territorial army of a hundred-thousand; yet they were only five-thousand vipers and five-thousand rodents.

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Lost in Silence
[Final Chapter in: “The Cadaverous Planets”]

Chapter Thirty [30/ and Advance to Chapter 1-6 of SSARG]

[Jokaneen: on Rotma, SSARG’s planetoid like moon.] “When my daughter Siren left Moiromma, to SSARG, I was sure our telepathic powers we both seem to have, would remain strong between us; but to a certain degree they did: not remain strong, but remain they did; I was permitted somehow, someway to communicate with her, even envisage her, to a certain degree. And although I expected no to communicate at all, being so far outside the our known Galaxy, I was surprised, plus, after hearing about the planet she went to, I sure she’d die quickly. Again I found myself surprised in that that I miscalculated her growth in both courage, and wit. I had heard it was the land of Grass, vipers and all sort of creatures unknown to this Galaxy. Although Earth has many of its legends, legends told sideways: meaning, they must had been here at one time: perhaps so, perhaps notbut the legends seemed to connect somehow.

“As you will may know by now, I died on planet earth; I mean in the vaults of Hell. But like a ghost I followed her through her mind: I was enwrapped into her mind, like smoked fish; that is a little harsh I suppose, in trying to connect the dotes, but you understand, it was a process of will, mind, an act of the Almighty, osmosis and I can’t think of anything else, there I was, in her mind.

“At this juncture, I was also familiar with her viper friend, Blaze. Then as you know, I ended up here, here on your planet, I mean moon
Rotma, as you call it Yllim. And I can only get half the communication I want with her it’s all fragmented. Thus, I’m come to the conclusion I’m half here and half still in her mind.”

Roliv, the King of Nay, a section of Rotma [the moon], was listening as she spoke to his son. She was a ghost, and he feared some, yet what can you do with a shadow he told himself, but listen. And she was taken to the Prince, so let her talk, and she did. The father was like a Homo erectus, hairy and bend a ting, long fingers and odd looking head, perturbing face, stubbed nose: big nostrils, and so forth and so on. The son was to the contrary: he was not too big, or as big as Siren, but build well; somewhat hairy, but not like his father, and he was more on the more advanced side of evolution, perhaps equal to the stone age personage of earth.

She had learned they were Rotma-lites, and “Nay,’ occupied a large part of the moon they lived on. Said the general, general Lafos, in his robust voice, “Make her a prisoner,” to the king. The king looked at him, think ‘But how,’ and the prince, simply said, ‘wait,’ as if anyone had a choice.

At this juncture, many of the areas inhabitants came to listen to the new species that had shown up on their planetoid. A most interesting creature they thought. (The language barrier, it is always the language barrier that interrupts my stories: but believe me, I have traveled the world, and language, or not knowing the others, is not a big thing, not a stopper, not a hole in the ground: others, they can read your eyes, your body language, and Jokaneen, put sounds together faster than I can type this story, having said that, and putting all this together, we return). an interesting creature they thought.

Yes, oh yes, they were much intrigued, and did not want to give death to the woman who showed up in a mist form, a ghost form, one you could throw a rock through and it would most likely hit the king on the other side of her. Ghost she was, but a fine looking ghost, and Yllim had eyes for her and his heart was beating fast. And Roliv’s long narrow head was thinking fast, faster than Yllim’s heart I think was beating. And the general was confused on what to do, so he remained alert, stationary: like a good soldier, and on guard.

If fathers have jealousy, then it must be measured by love also, I would expect, and jealousy was on Roliv’s face, and love, but love can harbor anger, if only malesespecially on this planetoidknew how to get on the other side of anger which is hurt, it would reduce the friction, especially the friction the general, general Lafos was noticing in the King’s posture, his twitching, his face, his eyes. Yet he held back his aggression.

Aid Lafos [with a spectator smile]: “What other worlds are there besides our moon, and planet?” then he hesitated, and she gave no answer, and then added harshly and with authority, “She is a spy!”

Said Yllim, “But from where? If there are no other planets except SSARG and Rotma: Nay our home, then were? And if from SSARG, for what reasons? They do not want to live on Rotma, no more than we want to live on SSARG? No, general, you are wrong, she is stranded.” Lafos, was a hairy beast man, lips as thick, eyes bulging out like a pineapples hanging lose on a tree, as if they’d fall out should someone bump him. But he looked strong. The King was silent. Then Lafos left, and when he came back he had a vase like piece of pottery, sacred poetry, and unbreakable pottery, saved for such occasions, as Lafos felt the empire was in danger of evil sprits. And he threw some substance into the bonfire, that all were standing around, several soldiers about, and a magic smoke came from it, subdued the evil spirit, Jokaneen, and she seeped like a cloud into the top of the vase, and he plugged it with hard clay.

It happened so fast, all where taken by surprise, and of course, his excuse to the king was: it was his job to insure his safety, and he did have the ear of the king, even more so than the prince: not the love, but the security ear.

And there she remained for the moment. To Jokaneen it was back to Hell’s vaults, old memories coming back to her, she was reliving the tombs she was placed in, in Hell: it was mortification.

The fire glowed, flickered, and the Prince’s face grew Angrier and Angrier, and he stood up, grabbed the bottle and proclaimed his intentions: “I am going to marry her, take her for my own.”

The King looked at Lafos with an evil eye, it was worse than before, at least he had a son, now he was about to lose one to a ghost, and surely she’d accept, knowing she’d be returned perhaps to the bottle.

Said the King with a fair sounding voice: “Let’s take time to think about any proposals, and if you wish to marry her, my love for you will not out weigh my jealousy of her, you can marry; but it would seem a boring life, but than love is deeper than consummation, to pleasure or desire. Thus, we shall see, and I ask you give this thought in the following days, and then, then you can sit with me, and me alone and proclaim your heart, and if be it marriage, so be it.”

The whole lot of people clapped, and bowed to the king, as they walked by him. Seldom did He come out and sit by a fire and talk freely with the civic people. But they saw a fair king, a king that took heart before logic, especially with his own son.

Notes: an easier way of looking at this book of sorts [series and parts], which isn’t a book yet, but in the makings is by way of its total sum: “The Cadaverous Planets,” come in four parts: Part 1: The Cadaverous Planets (written April, 2005 in Peru and Equator): Episodes 1 thru 26 (with 27 and 28 added in the near past: June, 2005) and 29 and 30 added at most recently, August and September, 2005)) Part 2: “Project: Space Tomb,” which has four Episodes, for a total of 34 (done in July and August of 2005). Part 3) Planet: SSARG [Planet of Grass] with 19-Chapters (and interludes: added during the typing out of the story from napkins; this was done in April of 2004, making it the original, first of the four parts; and not yet called: part of The Cadaverous Planets); for total sum 53. And part four, “The Cadaverous Planetoids,” of which there are 34-Chapters (written in June of 2005, in Roseville, Minnesota) for at total sum of: 87 total: installments to the total sum of this four part series. Interludes were added in August and September of 2005. Rosa

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