Friday, November 5, 2010


A Cancerian man lives in his sensations, emotions, and imagination. He loves
history and likes to read about the glory of bygone ages, from the Byzantine,
through the Medieval and the Renaissance. But he's rather romantic about the
past (his own and that of other historical characters), and he doesn't like to be
reminded that the Knights of the Round Table may have possessed some flaws,
that the horses they rode had burrs in their tails - they wore sweaty shirts under
their chain mail (the knights, not the horses), ate with their fingers, and may
have occasionally slept with comely wenches on dirty straw.
In the Crab's sentimental mind, a knight has impeccable table manners,
and he rides a snow-white steed, with a fluffy, carefully brushed tail. He returns
from his great crusades unsoiled and unperspiring, to claim the scented hanky
of his lady fair. Now there's nothing wrong with a Crab treating a Gemini girl to
his sense of chivalry. But
fact that many a knight of olden days, after tucking that scented hanky under
his shining armour, reached into his visor for the key he carried to the iron chastity
belt of his modest lady fair - and sometimes pulled out the wrong key.
That is to say, the Crab, like the real or legendary knight, has more intimate
things planned than pocketing a hanky, no matter how slow and courteous his
initial approach may be.
A Gemini girl could get emotionally carried away by the romantic scene his
gallantry conjures up in her own imaginative mind. With her predilection for
daydreaming, she can easily envision herself wading impatiently across the
moat, then running through the clover to meet him, her long, golden hair (or raven-
black tresses) flying behind her. Then she gracefully curtsies before her
Cancerian knight, sitting up there on his snorting stallion. It's almost real. She
blushes, then timidly hands him her perfumed
the Crab may have grabbed her dainty hand with his firm grip, and isn't about
to let go.
When Cancerian possessiveness crosses swords with the Gemini insistence
on freedom, the clash can cut into their dreams cruelly. After the Cancer man
discovers this girl is really two women - one content to nestle happily beside
him in the tower room of the castle - the other determined to roam around on
the slopes, playing with the antelope, chasing the hounds or whatever - he may
pout. He may snap at her. Or he may retreat into crabby seclusion in the dark,
damp dungeon, waiting for her to trip down the stone steps and entice him out
again. If there's something else on her mind, he'll have a long wait down there.
Gemini girls have been known to forget mundane responsibilities like lovers
locked in dungeons when they've been caught up in a fitful flight of fancy or a
mental whim. Not that she doesn't have an excellent memory, but other interests
take priority, sometimes even over love, until she gets lonely. Then she'll
trail back, looking for forgiveness and comfort. So their story could have a happy
ending after all, since a Cancerian man is about as comforting as they make
the male animal. No one can be more tender, gentle and understanding to a lost he has enough emotional security, he won't need as much financialAs for the material possessions the Crab likes to accumulate, Geminimore reminiscent of the coziness of his childhood.
and mixed-up Gemini girl than a Crab. Not even a sweet, gruff, protective Bull.
If they have a harmonious Luminary aspect between their birth charts, we can
leave them there on the stone steps, as the sun sinks slowly in the West, astrologically
confident of their continued bliss - knowing she'll always wander and
he'll always pout - but she'll always return, and he'll always pet and forgive her.
If the Sun-Moon aspect between their horoscopes is not harmonious, we
can't desert them quite yet. They'll need some help, to keep from falling into
the moat and drowning - or disappearing over the hills, in different directions,
on different horses.
They can find their share of happy together, but it will take patience on her
part and some adaptability on his. It won't be easy, since her ruling planet,
Mercury, doesn't send out patient vibes. And his ruling Luminary, the Moon,
changes too frequently to count on any one phase remaining for long. He'll pass
through a mood of reckless abandon to match hers, then return to his hard shell
before she's even had a chance to enjoy it. It takes practice and devotion on
both sides. Although the shifting moods they have in common may not be their
only problem, they'll form the basis for all the others. When you take a Gemini
girl and a Cancerian man, each subject to sudden switches of disposition, and
throw them into close contact, no one quite knows whose fault anything is at any
particular time.
Here he is, all jolly and full of fun and chuckles, but she has just changed
into a somber, contemplative period. So she makes a loving effort to match his
hilarity. However, by the time she's reversed gears into a high, he's already
turned off the funnies. Now he's obeying the call of the three-quarter Moon,
pulling on him magnetically to be quiet and reclusive. So he makes an equally
loving attempt to match her new amusement. Except that, by the time he has
synchronized himself to the Full Moon, and turned into a laughing Looney Bird,
Mercury has tormented her into a mental knot of sarcasm and cutting criticism
of his jokes. This deeply wounds the Crab's feelings. So she makes another loving
effort to . . . well, it could go on and on - all the way to a mutual nervous
breakdown. They'll have to blow the whistle, stop, and take stock of their mood
schedules. There are several solutions.
They can both return to the starting line (say, on a day when their planets
are working in rhythm) and try to match their changing moods to each other's.
That's one way. Laugh together, cry together, mope together, hope together -
and cope together. If they can't swing that, because their stars are coming in on
different wave-lengths, they can at least stop fighting their crossed purposes
and make this promise to themselves: If he's high while she's low - he'll cheer
her up instead of letting her pull him down; if she's calm while he's stormy -
she'll soothe his worries instead of snubbing him and driving him deeper into his
shell. When Gemini is happy, why should she let the Crab's crankiness turn her
off? He needs sympathy, not cold rejection. When Cancer is placid, why
should he let her jumpiness annoy him into retreating? She needs petting, not
pouting. If they keep that promise, they can gradually train their moods to slide
into the same grooves, although they'll still have some periodic impasses.
Since this is a 2-12 Sun Sign Pattern, the Cancer half of the team will usually
be tolerant of the twin Gemini faults of restlessness and detachment - and
the Gemini half will probably try to imitate the Crab's virtues of patience and
sensitivity, sensing that she needs to learn them. One lesson she may shy away
from learning from him, however, is how to be more cautious with cash. Unless
she has a more conservative Moon Sign or Ascendent, she may think he's a tight
combination of Scrooge and Shylock. Most Geminis scatter money like birdseed.
Most Cancerians hoard it like Midas. Somewhere in between there's a
middle road to financial agreement. But it won't be found at the extreme ends

of his stinginess or her capriciousness with cash. The Crab's tendency to hang on
to money is motivated by his fear of being hungry someday and his need for security.
The more his hunger for affection is satisfied, the less fear he'll have of
starving. If
may fear they'll tie her down. Her tendency to get rid of money is motivated by
the feeling that she'll find more excitement in spending it than in saving it.
When she has sufficient emotional freedom and mental challenge, she won't be
compelled to buy these basic Mercury needs with cash, so she'll be less extravagant.
Gemini is gregarious and must be either mentally or physically active,
preferably both. She likes to eat out a lot, for a double reason: she's not overly
fond of cooking - and she needs a frequent change of scene. The Crab may prefer
to eat at home, because it's reminiscent of the coziness of his childhood - or
eat at his mother's, which is even
That can put a few kinks in the Cancer-Gemini relationship, unless the
partners iron them out by drawing certain lines clearly at the beginning.
Since both of them live in a world of fantasy and dreams, their sexual rapport
can be stimulating for her and fulfilling for him. He supplies the sensual
sensitivity and the affection - she supplies the imagination and the variety. A
Gemini girl is one for having sudden ideas. She may have some changeable
ideas about passion. But the Crab is perceptive enough to match his own desires
to hers, and he'll probably have a few romantic notions of his own, off the
beaten path of boredom. Their lovemaking will seldom be repetitious. It will
vary with the Moon's waxing and waning, as they respond to the ebbing and
flooding tides of their emotions. She'll notice something warm and protective
about the way he approaches their sexual union, and her "lost child" heart will
be solaced when his arms are around her. He'll notice there's always something
indefinably delicate and gentle about the way she seeks his affection.
Often, a Cancerian man respects the Gemini lady he loves so much he can't
seem to abandon himself to total passion with her, as if he believed her so fragile,
he might be harming a flower. But she isn't as fragile as he thinks, never
mind her delicate, gentle manner, and her airy, light touch. She needs, seeks
and wants . . . to be treated as an adult woman, not as a charming child. When
she's near him, in the dark, she'll cling to him, and her fears will melt away.
Many Gemini girls dislike sleeping in total darkness - but with this man, she
may be willing to try.
Many Cancerian men equally dislike sleeping without a night light. But
with her close beside him, he'll find darkness a friend. The nightmares that
haunt him so frequently will seem far away when he can feel her head on his
shoulder. Her restless head . . . but she'll be calmer, quieter, more at peace with
him, herself and the world . . . after they've experienced physical Oneness together.
Visibly so. Sometimes, for days and days. Until her Twin calls to her
again, and she gets that distant look. That's when he needs to grab her, before
she floats away.
The male Crab, with his shy smile, enjoys parties and people, music and
dancing, though he may be reluctant to admit it. This is just the woman to coax
and wheedle and tempt him out of his reclusive hermit act into the bright lights.
She may talk him into going dancing, hiking, horseback riding, sailing . . . crosscountry
skiing, or touring Europe with her, visiting ancient ruins, trying to recall
when they perhaps once lived in a bygone civilization . . . and maybe drank a
toast to each other from this very c u p . . . . did she wear the necklace behind
glass in the British Museum when they fiercely loved in Egypt?knows he's still there. She knows his love is"Come home." He's been seeking a pair of eyes"Let's run through the stars!"
And so, each sees the unspoken wish reflected in the other's eyes, from the
very first time they look at each other, across a crowded street... or room
. . . and their gaze locks tightly, unexpectedly. For years and years afterwards,
they'll tell each other about that night and remember together the sudden tears
they both felt, inexplicably, when their eyes first met... and they didn't even
know each other's names. But that didn't matter. Silently, through a half-forgotten
strain of music, they called out to one another by the secret names their
hearts knew.
Once they've declared their love, she may shower him with a silvery stream
of gifts, and at first his cautious nature will be aghast at such impulsive extravagance.
Yet, when she's not looking, his eyes will fill with Lunar tears of pure delight,
to be so loved and cherished. He'll timidly, yet proudly, display her gifts
to friends. It proves, you see, that he is loved, and with her instant, flashing intuition,
she senses this about him. She longs to make up to him for all the times
he was disappointed as a child on Christmas morning. How does she know? He
never told her. She knows. Because she loves him. Love is funny like that.
After a while, she just may perform a magical transformation in the Cancerian
man's nature. Then he'll relax . . . and wrap some bright blue and silver or lavender
and sunny-yellow ribbons around some special surprises for her, too.
When a Crab is snugly loved, the reciprocal affection is boundless, bottomless,
returning a thousandfold - and he'll cry, unashamedly, from sheer happiness.
He'll always treat her like a lady. She'll be thrilled at such lovely make-believe
of a gentler time and usually behave accordingly. To her, he is a gentleman,
a gallant gentleman, who touches her with occasional glimpses of the little
boy within. Then
outer shell of impassiveness. For he is a poet, and she's the very first one who
ever guessed it. Geminis are great at guessing, and they always win the jar of jelly
A Gemini girl-woman is a realist, despite her changing masks... first
whimsical, then cynical, always fascinating to the Cancerian man, whose own facial
expressions she loves to watch herself, as they reflect the various colors and
tones of his Lunar emotions . . . joy or sadness, tranquility or worry.
Whatever the feminine Mercury Bird's chronological age may be, she's ever
youthful and yearning, thoughtful and tender . . . her skin and eyes as crystal
clear as a child's . . . filled with misty dreams, yet driven relentlessly by logic.
Some of her dreams she carelessly loses along the way, others she forgets, in the
sparkle of some new excitement. The deep, sacred ones, she keeps locked up inside
herself. A persistent Cancerian man can coax her to share them with him, if
he moves quickly, before she spins out of his reach. But it may take him some
time to be certain - and Crabs can wait too long. She'll be chattering and
charming him one day, then suddenly notice how quiet he's become.
"What's the matter, darling? Did I say something wrong?" she'll ask, vaguely
"No. It's just t h a t . . . I think I might love you. But I'm not sure."
She won't understand what he means. To Gemini, you can't be sure of anything
in this life, especially love. Not until you reach the very end of the trail.
There's little enough time before that moment comes. Why waste any of it?
she cries, because he is so vulnerable to hurt, despite his hard,

The Gemini girl can talk the Crab into most anything, but her easiest persuasion
will be to seduce him into traveling. Places like ancient ruins and old
museums secretly magnetize this man. He lives in yesterday, and to revisit it
with her is perhaps the deepest dream of all, from which he'll hope he never
wakens. With her, he may not. Gemini lives on the wind, where dreams are reality
. . . where reality itself is a dream. He'll probably learn that, wherever they
go together. Nearly always, she'll be streaking ahead of him, her hair flying in
the breeze, not even looking back over her shoulder to see if he's still there. She
doesn't need to look back. She
steady, he is devotion unwavering, and that's what she's been seeking all her
life - a pair of eyes that say
that say
she should be aware, even if he's not, of the historicallook out! By this time,

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