Born Beneath A Self Combusting Sun: Arnold, Bill, & Monica
Part I: The Hubris Of The Solar Ruled
Free Will versus Fate. Destiny versus Determined Manifestation.
These opposing dualities of existence have been grappled with in the mind of Man since the inception of rational thought. I personally make it a point to reference both existential concepts as well as give them equal validity whenever I initiate a Tarot session. As I lay down the first grouping of cards during any given reading, I begin by reminding the client they have free will and can do as they please. I then proceed to inform them that Tarot reflects the decisions and behavior patterns they have built up until that present moment of time when they are physically in front of me and if they continue to do what they are used to doing without instilling any conscious changes, then….
“THIS” shall happen!
(A theremin mysteriously begins playing somewhere off in the far distance)
THIS! Being the future. The client’s future, to be exact.
Let’s take that conceptual framework and apply it to the ancient divination tool of astrology, shall we? Super.
Your astrological natal, or birth chart is your own individualized map for your Soul to make it through this life cycle on this particular plane of existence in as evolved a manner as possible.
A person’s natal chart can run the gamut of evolutionary variation, based on:
– Strengths and weaknesses
– A high concentration or propensity of planets or elements in one area of their chart and a complete absence in other locations.
– The number of harsh (red) interactive angles between planets versus harmonious (blue) ones.
With that in mind, let’s now mix everything into the Fate/Free Will philosophical taffy.
When a person is born with an astrological chart heavy with a strong sense of self or ego along with other factors which complement that state of being, are they destined to do certain things?
To quote The Simpsons’ Reverend Lovejoy when asked if salvation was imminent when The Rapture arrived even for those not of the same religious inclination as he:
No with a maybe, Yes with a but.
That response was provided in order to give further conviction versus confusion. Allow me to existentially extrapolate.
When looking at a person’s astrological chart, one can never say that certain events shall absolutely come to pass, however, the latest pieces of newsworthy scandal are evidential proof that a cosmic map is laid out for each of us, and within these maps are indicators of potential which bear the defined liklihood of actual occurrence, provided we do not actively work on the evolution of our souls.
While still thinking to yourselves, “Whoa, astrology dude….” ponder this:
What do the following people all have in common?
Arnold Schwarzenegger, Bill Clinton, & Monica Lewinsky?
Big Teeth? Interesting observation. One in which Bill would place a distant 2nd when compared to the monstrous mouths of the other two.
Big Hair? Close, but no Cosmic Kewpie doll just quite yet. Despite the fact I do believe all parties involved were born with a naturally heaped mop on each of their heads; even if some try to give the impression theirs is demure and always in a state of being perfectly coiffed (this means you, Arnold), or if the high number of concentrated follicles across their scalp can best be observed during those moments immediately after rolling out of bed (aka, Bill & Monica).
Both guesses are still valid since they are derivatives of the correct answer: They are all Leos.
But that’s not all! There is far more distinction for that little but o so large name-in-lights clique than simply being born under the sign of theatrics and self imposed monarchy – They are all Leos who brought about their own undoing.
OK OK! Jeez, you drive a hard existential bargain – there’s still MORE which binds this motley crew of majestics:
They are all Leos who brought about their own undoing, indications of which are evident in each of their astrological birth charts.
Hearing about Arnold Schwarzenegger’s recently made known to the public sex scandal not only gave me confirmation that our lives are intricately intervweaved with Fate and Free Will far more than we ever imagined, but that the Universe gives karmic backing when these “indicators of potential” actually do come to pass as well.
Before hoop jumping directly into the scandalous specifics, some foundational basics need to be relayed regarding the inherent nature of that feline beast – The Leo.
The Sun & The Leo – Centers Of Their Own Universe
In astrology, every sign is ruled by a planet of the Solar System. Despite being the source of life which everything revolves around, The Sun is categorized as one of the astrological planets. Why? So it can handle being the planetary ruler of Leo!
From an archtepyal perspective, The Sun represents one’s ego or overall sense of Self. Having the center of the Solar System rule over them, one thing a Leo does not lack is a sense of self worth. Would you excuse me for just a moment? My apologies, I had to down massive quantities of water due to the immediate choking that resulted from making the previous, blatantly obvious statement.
The evolved Leo knows who they are and loves it. The unevolved Leo is under the impression that since everything already revolves around them, then you and everyone else should cater to their every whim….and love it, too.
The Mythological Leo Who Overstepped His Bounds
Wanna win major points with Brad? Use one of his all time favorite words, “hubris”. The word technically means too much self pride, confidence, or arrogance but in mythological terms, it was used to describe a mortal who thought he was equal to or outside the jurisdiction of The Gods.
Incorporating the previously mentioned healthy sense of “self”, those born under the sign of Leo who are famously remembered with negative notoriety in both olden times and the current day have done so because of their supernova sized egos thinking they were above the reproach or jurisdiction of mere mortals.
Nowhere is this specific, solar centered version of hubris best captured than the myth of Phaeton.
Phaeton – The Hubris Of The Heir Of Helios
With his all-Olympian chiseled features, Phaeton was one of the best looking ancient Greek youths this side of Phoenicia.
And he knew it.
Both female and male peers alike would tag along anywhere the adolescent hottie ventured, as if the very Sun rose and set around his exceptionally handsome face. Little did Phaeton know those very words would soon be a reality…
Considering his mother was an Ethiopian princess, the lad with killer good looks knew he wasn’t your average teen in a tunic. It wasn’t until one of the neighborhood kids threw down the royal lineage gauntlet accusing Phaeton of not knowing who his Daddy was, would the indignant youth come to discover he wasn’t your average teen at all, nor your garden variety, run of the mill human, for that matter. He was neither.
Being the son/Sun Jr. of the God of The Sun, Helios, Phaeton’s mother informed her interrogating son that indeed, he was not a mere mortal, rather his self loving self was actually born a demi-god, since half of his DNA came from the loins of an immortal deity.
Upon receiving confirmation of what he had always sensed, that yes, he simply WAS better than everyone else, the teen, now a determined demi-god, demanded to meet his deified Daddy.
Thrilled at the idea of how much more room her ancient Greek co-op would have without the presence of her son’s very beautiful but very big, ego filled head, Phaeton’s mother pointed her son towards the East, the furthest possible East. It was there, way beyond the mist, she informed her child, Helios resided high atop the snow capped mountains in his Sun Palace, where He was attended to by The Four Seasons (the real ones, not those ancient guys who can barely sing anymore) along with his former personal assistant, the now newly promoted “Goddess of the Dawn”, that hussey, Aurora.
She then strongly urged her son to trek far to the East, give his powerful Pop a surprise visit, and embark immediately.
“Of COURSE Your Father won’t mind!” she assured Phaeton as his mother turned away to transform his soon to be empty bedroom into a furnished extension of their vomitorium…..So off the overconfident demi-god went.
Trek. Mini-adventures. Fast Forward to Sun Palace.
Although Phateon couldn’t exactly make any definites out due to the constant squinting, from what he could barely decipher, his Dad was one seriously big guy of a god upon approaching the throne of Helios in The Palace of the Sun. The youth also sensed how totally stoked Sun Daddy was with his offspring, that being his beyond good looking, so much better than everyone else self.
Helios’ flames were so stoked, The God of the Sun rose from his throne and majestically offered to his handsome sun/son anything his heart desire-……
The Sun God hadn’t finished verbalizing the last syllable of his bestowment of god-like generosity when Phaeton loudly interrupted, saying:
“Ride your chariot.”
Pause. Helios couldn’t believe what he was hearing and the god began to voice his bewilderment, when Phaeton trampled over the impulse, reiterating, “I want to ride your chariot of the Sun, and I want to do it now.”
“Wait til that neighborhood jerk sees me.”, Phaeton thought to himself while involuntarily grinning.
Helios gained control of his godly self and began to dissuade his impetuous offspring to think of something, anything else which could be granted upon the boy’s request. Anything except driving the chariot of the actual Sun itself, whose steeds, the deity admitted, could be so volatile there were times even He, Helios himself, almost lost control while guiding the Sun through its westward path over the course of a day’s passing on Earth.
There were plenty of super awesome earth bound chariots Phaeton would really enjoy riding, his Solar deity of a Dad offered enticingly. Better yet! Helios would instruct the inventor of the gods, Hephaestus, to construct a chariot befitting Helios’ heir as like no other amongst men, by having it covered in bejewelled gold and driven by winged serpents or invisible dragons.
“And what’s a one of kind chariot without someone to impress driving it, right son?” Helios asked. The god confided to his boy that he knew for a fact some of his Olympian buddies were sowing their godly oats any chance they could as of late, resulting in some mighty fine demi-goddesses around Phaeton’s age whom Helios would be happy to introd-….
“Did I stutter?” Phaeton said, ending the divine sales pitch. “You asked, I answered. The pre-dawn ain’t gettting any younger Dad, let’s roll.”
His son was unfortunately very right. Helios’ live in “friend”, the goddess of the Dawn, Aurora, was already up and had drawn the curtains back from her side chamber, signaling day had broken and the Sun must now rise.
The God of the Sun still lowers his radiant head in shame when he recalls what concurred next – The Solar Deity chasing after his o so foolish, headstrong kid, speed talking a crash course of “How to Rise and Set the Sun” 101 while the boy mounted the mighty moving vessel. Helios was in the middle of imparting a particular Solar chariot driving pearl of wisdom of, “If you can taste salt or get dirt in your mouth, you’ve gone too low, pull the reigns back, but in a slow, gradual motion.”, when the boy was violently thrown forward, as the chariot whisked away on its crash course of catastrophic calamity.
Phaeton never stood a chance. He was lucky to have gripped the reins, even though there were only 2 fingers left on his right hand and most of his left elbow simply no longer existed. The only active thing the terror struck boy could do was shriek in paralyzed horror as the fiery steeds bucked forward and galloped immediately straight down towards the Earth’s surface.
Sensing there was no driver to bridle their pure, solar energy, the stallions of the Sun lept into the blazing red sky before pummeling directly into the burnt ground. Once again, Phaeton was lucky to have been holding on to the reigns when the heavenly horses diverted from crashing into the world, even though his body was catapulted from the chariot and flung back and forth connected to its tether like a rag doll in a hurricane. A rag doll that now was missing a right leg, most of its left ear, and all of its hair singed off his head, face, and body.
The Solar beasts proceeded to run rampant across the Earth, their hooves of flame causing anything within a mile of their physical impact of the scorched land to immediately dissolve into disintegrated ash. They charged with fiery abandon directly towards the densely thick Sahara forest, leaving it forever more a vast wasteland of lifeless, charred sand.
The bright, warm Sun which was the source of Life had now unleashed Hell upon the Earth.
The cries to Heaven were so loud and numerous, they froze The King of the Gods to total stillness, forcing Him to fly to Earth in great haste to determine the cause of this holocaust upon the world of Men.
When He beheld the Chariot of Helios hurtling across the globe with a mutilated mortal boy flailing about behind it, Zeus proceeded to not waste the smallest particle of time. The King of the Gods motioned his mighty arm back and instantaneously a lightning bolt materialized, to which he flung it forward with perfect awe-rendering aim directly at Phaeton.
The deadliest weapon on Mount Olympus distracted the stallions of the Sun from their instinctual stampede, circumventing their uncontrollable course of action away from the fragile planet’s surface and back to the atmospheric skies above, indirectly steering the divine horses to return once more to their stables within the Palace of the Sun.
Phaeton did not fare so well, however. The husk that was left of the once beautiful body of the demi-god hurtled to the earth when the bolt of Zeus reached its target, crashing to the bottom of the Eridanos River and self combusting upon impact.
All that remained of the handsome youth whose vain immodesty dared to surpass The Gods was the sound of hissing bubbles as they loudly extinguished themselves upon racily reaching the river’s surface.
Self. Sun. Hubris. Above Reproach. Leo. – Call me Cowardly Lion, but I have the strangest sensation these themes shall soon be rehashed again, but instead of their presence being found in the plots of stories as dustily old as the scorched sands of the Sahara, they may just be fitting in quite nicely with some extremely recent, up to date events in the recent news headlines of today.
Astoundingly, specific markings of Solar hubris are in the natal charts of each news generating, scandal causing Leo as well as The Universe giving clear signs pointing to the area of Life where Justice needed to be sorely rectified at the moment when the Law ignoring Lions’ sordid affairs were made known to the general public.
By the time you all have digested the heaping dish of mythological food for thought I’ve just served, we should be ready to move forward into the present by applying the ancient flaw of Egocentric Hubris to the modern day lives of those Solar ruled celebs who’ve graduated with top honors from the School Of Scandal!
Part II on its sun-beamed way!