Sagittarius Men and Scorpio Women Relationships: Going to Hell and Back

Anger and jealousy, passion and intensity, freedom and fighting, but so hot in the bedroom!! What is going on in these relationships?

Let’s stop pretending that any other sign gets a Scorpio. Even if they are a water heavy chart holder, Scorpio knows best and is the only one that should reveal a secret about our inner world.

It seems like the fire sign Male Sagittarius will never understand the intensity of the Scorpio woman and A Scorpion lady will never understand the Sagittarian men’s need for freedom and exploration. Perhaps the two could meld well together on another planet and create internal combustion.

But what happens when you are a Scorpio Female with Sagittarius on the Descendent and Capricorn in the 7th House? This is one of the most complicated aspects in my personal chart. It would seem that I constantly attract fire signs to myself and not even intentionally. It’s like they seek me out and think that they want to take a crack at it, but they end up getting way more than they expected and can’t handle my extreme emotions and intense feelings. Sagittarius men and women have been in numerous friendships and relationships in my life, and while a lot of them still remain friends with me, it is usually from a distance. I end up getting too hurt and tend to shut down the relationship, preferring to distance myself from the pain and humiliation that they have caused me with their flighty, backstabbing behaviors. I put Sagittarian’s flame out with my emotions and my vindictive sting hurts!

I have one good friend that is a Sagittarius female, and we are friends from a distance, never really having a close intimate friendship like I crave and want. Another one of my relationships went to shit after a negative conversation about my parenting skills, and after that it was like I couldn’t let it down (in my mind). I forgave her, but her flighty behavior and criticisms ruined any chance for me to ever trust her again. Being a Scorpio woman in this lifetime has been a difficult task for me. I have such strong Plutonian energy that it feels as if I either scare people away, or they just don’t understand me. What’s more, I really crave interpersonal connection and relationships. But more and more of the time I end up feeling lonely and wondering what I did wrong and don’t understand why I can’t seem to have the relationship I so want with another. I can’t help but take things personally. I guess that is just how I am made.

I am writing this because I know there are a lot of other Scorpio women out there that feel the same way in relationships with others and at times finding themselves in relationships that just seem plain difficult. I don’t even know why. Perhaps there is some other difficult aspect in our charts but doubtful. It’s like that wonderful song called “Issues” by Julia Michaels (another Scorpio female). “I’m jealous, I’m over zealous, when I’m high I get real high, when I’m down I get real down.”

I think I will just spend some more time in the depths of hell. I am comfortable there and it’s become a real sanctuary, as it’s so familiar. I’m naming my next daughter “Persephone” and Percy for short.

Pluto has wreaked his havoc while transiting my 7th house of partnerships for the past 10 years. In this time prior to this transit, my Uranus was conjunct Pluto on the descendant in the 6th house, which is when I first married at 19 to a Sagittarian male. As Pluto went through this house, every partnership in my life was practically destroyed, some were renewed and others just went away. I now am 1 degree away from Pluto entering my 8th house in August. I am not sure what the future holds. I am still waiting in the ashes for my transformation in my relationships. Saturn will also be having his return in December in my house of Partnerships and I am unsure of how this will play out. I have been feeling the urge to get married again, although some days when I read Facebook posts on the guy I am interested in, I second guess myself in why I even like him (He is also a Sagittarius.) And I wonder mostly am I doomed in my relationships to constantly struggle? To be alone for the rest of my life, uncommitted to anyone, because let’s face it, Sagittarians are known to promise more than they can deliver, end up lying to a Scorpio, (or at least from her perspective). (Half-truths are the same as lies in our eyes) and are typically high in the Infidelity, which is a cardinal sin in the Eyes of Scorpio! The problems in my first marriage were so numerous and I have just recently come to terms with some of them. Facing my fears as they all were brought to the surface for me to re-evaluate as Pluto has gone retrograde this summer. It dawned on me that it doesn’t even matter what is true anymore, even though Sagittarians love the truth, they can spin any story to their benefit and spread lies and gossip worse than any other sign I have ever met. It doesn’t even matter that I am an honest individual and see through the bull shit. I will never change the fact that I know what is real. I have that intuitive—depth– perception that sees the challenge and conflict right in the eye. My lie detector is so dead on and yet I keep wondering.. where is my happy ending?

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Are You Balanced or a Stage 5 Clinger?

A perfect love relationship scenario on what not to do is from one of my favorite movies, Wedding Crashers. Let’s stop pretending not to care and distance ourselves from the men we love. So I am referring to Gloria and Jeremy’s relationship in this analogy because Gloria is a “Stage 5 Clinger” female. In a lot ways I can see why women act this way and in her movie it actually works out between her and Jeremy.. so what’s the problem?

I guess I don’t know, really other than it turns a lot of men off from what I can see .. in my personal experience. But then again, if he is meant to be.. nothing will push him away for long. I’ve read quite a few relationship books. The usual self help section for hopeless romantics. What to do and what not to do in relationships. I think though, honestly, that relationship advice is super subjective. How can one know how to act in a relationship when all relationships are different? We meet in different scenarios, for example, we are told to meet in a specific area, or to marry someone within a certain category, or our parents set us up on a date with someone they think we should be with.

But what about Romantic Love? Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and the Holy Grail of love? Is Chivalry and King Arthur’s idea of Romantic Love dead and just a Pie in the Sky? Will relationships between males and females stand the test of time? Can we all have our Fairytale ending with our one true love? Who says men can’t love a Stage 5 clinger like Gloria. A man that is an adventurer who runs as fast as he can at the first sign of clingy behavior? Can we truly love someone that won’t even talk to us? I suppose if you’ve watched enough romantic sob movies like Love Actually, it is possible. Are we all hopelessly doomed to never understand that Love is everywhere and in everything and that it is not always the same for everyone?

We can’t just read a relationship column or a book like, “Why do men Marry Bitches?” and “Always a Bridesmaid Never A Bride” and assume that this advice will somehow magically pertain to our situation or our love life.

I mean don’t we all come with baggage? Don’t we all lose our balance, our equilibrium, our alignment? Don’t we all fall in and out of love and run away from our problems? Don’t we all, at times, feel hopelessly lost in love. And in the short term, at times, lose faith and trust in it when our men walk away from us? Don’t we all inherently know that the love is never lost? Yet still we can act like Gloria, clingy. Hoping, and praying that our men won’t leave, even though this is the fastest way to lose him and keep him gone longer than you will ever know. It’s even worse when it’s flip flopped and the man is doing this to you.

What’s worse is this whole “Love Game.” Or knowing exactly what you are doing as you are doing it, but somehow you just can’t control the urge. It’s like,, you wish that you could be this distant lover holding him on the line..making him want you more…like all those other guys that you ignore and don’t really, really, love. The ones that constantly bug you to go out on dates with them and you just don’t answer. Hoping and wishing that the one you love will wake up and realize that he’s the only one you want. But I suppose this is all how you know you’ve fallen, when you’ve turned into a Stage 5 Clinger and act like a Crazy Fool waiting on the line.

Putting The Pieces Together

I’m going back to my hometown

To the place I was most happy.

I’ve been on my Odyssey, it was in my mind.

You’d think by now I’d be more complete.

Wasn’t it all supposed to be neat?

You’d think by now I’d have gotten the arrow shot.

You’d think by now I’d have manifested my dreams.

The truth is, every  door was closed.

there is only a window, with view of my lost piece

It’s somewhere back in that green grass, with those fall leaves, and that backyard trampoline.

 

REFRACTION AND Internal Combustion

Personal motion forward

Life in the fast lane

This antigravity is about to make me lose my mind.

They say delays mean to go within

Refraction of energy

Cold Fusion

Hot Lava

Be brave when you don’t know

But where is my Northern star? Where is my Alpha Centauri?

Where is my Ceres? My leader, my lover, my laser vision?

I need you, My Astronomer

You’re my brightest star

Lead me to your love, lead me with your love

Guide me, Guide me

Come back to me

 

 

A Betterfly Breakup

Oh, and you are the hottest start on the spectrum. Oh, and falling away from the diagram.

Fierce mind, reminiscence. A time long ago, when the world was blind and numb.

You wear your beautiful hand painted pin-striped shirt with butterflies.

And it all just came to me at once, sitting here thinking.. Don’t you forget to smile.

It doesn’t have to be long and complicated. I know we were only supposed to meet a short while. I can’t make this lifetime commitment to you.

It’s all too scary, its all too unknown. The road we walk down, the river moves us whether we want to ride it or not.

And I think it’s what I know. I think it’s because I don’t have that same desire that you do. Because I don’t want to meet your girl-best friend.

Chorus:

We come together to fall apart

We know this isn’t going to last,

We start this over, this toiling part

We lie to ourselves and forget the past and its eternalness

Without you I know, this time will be, a better start for him, not me.

It’s oh so scary. You don’t make these life-changing decisions for me.

And I am me and you are I. Separate and whole, two in the same.

The Yang the Yang.

And so I go now. I go this walk alone. This path is still unknown.

Winding dark and Emerald grass, a painted sky. I know it now, there shall be no lie.

Chorus:

We come together to fall apart

We know this isn’t going to last,

We start this over, this toiling part

We lie to ourselves and forget the past and its eternalness.

Without you I know, this time will be, a better start for him, not me.

 

Thermodynamics, My Guitar Man

The extensive rings of Saturn burn with heat for you.

My guitar man, how does structure form?

it’s a picture in your mind, it’s a vision in mine.

and I sit here across from you, and you stare at me. Pretend to be annoyed that I won’t shut up.

And I know what you are thinking, you stare right at me as you say it.

the meaning of each word, of every sound.

you are a visionary, a dreamer, a Pisces-Virgo Rising.

Strong and kind and you read those lyrics I suggest, a Kenny Loggins song, a John Parr verse.

You are my other, a substance that is created in that combustion, it’s what we create, it’s what I surrender to.

But is it over between us? You say you’re afraid, this isn’t what I want. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

you are a guitar, man, a bass player. You push me down on the bed and kiss me as I laugh.

You letting your depression go, you allowing me to read your mind, oh, I know it’s uncomfortable, it tires you not being able to lie to me.

you say, “your laugh is so sexy.” I say, “I love it when you smile.”

My body is charged, like that flagpole outside our window. Highlighted with the Texas flag, a perfect view, and I talk on.

on and on and you listen. You don’t even interrupt, though I know you must be getting frustrated.

And you listen, trying to interpret every word, every sound, my gaze, notes to you, and St. Erasmus.

“What isn’t she saying?” You wonder.

Because it’s all in those rings of Saturn, in the structure and form of Dark matter and energy.

Don’t say we’ll never see eachother again.

how does structure form? Thermodynamics, baby.

it’s a picture in your mind, it’s the dream I dream of you, it’s those complex rings of Saturn. It’s the unknown, it’s the scary, it’s the plasma created in St. Elmo’s fire.

 

 

 

The headache

Beautiful photos. Brave women! I want to do this, too!

for the love of climbing

After a short week in the big city, I drove my ass 2,300 some odd miles west to Zion, one of my favorite national parks. I don’t know what it is about Zion that’s so captivating to me—the list seems to have no end. Perhaps it’s the feeling of being on another planet (which you kind of are), or the long wall routes of endless sandstone that tower over you, inviting curious climbers to come test their ability. Perhaps it’s the local vibe buzzing around, from the Springdale Candy Company owners (a lovely couple from the midwest) to the adorable tchotchke shops with trinkets for all. Either way, Zion is made of some kind of magic and a place where magic happens.

The sheer volume of climbable terrain is enough to keep you occupied for several lifetimes. I’ve visited a handful of times now but had never done any big…

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Meet my Virginia

My mind, she gives in to you.

You like to rip the President.

This Virginia, she’s the one you want.

My Virginia, she likes to work on Arbitrators and Fuel pumps. Sensors and Mediators.

This is my Virginia, my favorite name for our baby girl.

She’s our alter ego, unusual with Intuition and Confidence.

You need the right partner, it’s beautiful. You’re looking for me, let’s give them something to gossip about.

You’re experiencing a difficult situation at home. Where did you go wrong? Could it be that you need the right partner. The only one with desire for you? Virginia is the only one.

Chorus:

Virginia’s looking like she might be the woman for you,

She’s looking like the only one that has the heat intense enough

The one that has the duel other, the Goddess Warrior desire.

The Chippewa kite that will make Springsteen’s song take flight.

I don’t always wanna be this Goddess, Warrior Queen.

This Chippewa kite, it’s like that Springsteen song that won’t take flight.

I’m dancing high like mushrooms, dizzy and dazed.

My Cinderella Dress caught your eye, and now you’re hooked on my story.

Yeah, my heat, my wetness got you, but your eyes got me.

My mind gives in to you, and allows that smile, the one as you watch me, that one you make as your head rests back on your hands, bent up elbows..reclining.

Touch your hair when you gaze at me, that’s the most obvious sign of attraction, baby.

Chorus:

Virginia’s looking like she might be the woman for you,

I’m looking like the only one that has the heat intense enough

The one that has the duel other, the Goddess Warrior desire.

The Chippewa kite that will make your Springsteen song take flight.

 

Cinderella Dresses and Sweet Bees: How I know I love you. For my lover.

Today I was sitting there and it’s just like, I can’t control it anymore. I love you.

And it’s just these words that I want to tell you.

The words like Manifest and Destiny, and Love, and Losing Control in your Gaze.

That male gaze, My God it gets me going.

You are Fresh, you are MIA, I am a bright young college kid, it might as well be me, baby.

You’re unbaked now, you’re undone. Yeah I know you were high. Done being drunk, tired and stressed? Done being alone?

You’re afraid you will lose control if we are alone together, you’re that hot, sexy nervous sweating around me. I love that about you. It’s how I know you love me, it’s how I know I love you. Because I am tangled up in your desire. Flower

And should I post my theories on my blog? These energies change daily. And how do I know if I will have a girl or a boy with you? I only know if I am with you, because you will decide. Why does the male get to choose the gender of the baby? Because males have the ability to shoot the canon with their y or x chromosome.

And my great- grandma with her corn cob pipe told me so, she told me she is Comanche. She is a warrior princess queen. When you spoke those words of beauty and long hair, and her appearing as a white buffalo woman today with her visions of the future, it’s how I knew you were singing to me. That white buffalo woman came and sang for you and for me. White Buffalo woman goes singing. And I’m your Destiny’s Darling. I don’t ever want to leave you, I want you to protect me. Yeah, I’m so hot for you and only you.

What’s to be done with all of this passion and spark and fire? I  think it’s time we got together, I think it’s time we make our baby girl. You come and get your love.

It’s these Cinderella dresses that I buy to wear at The Phantom of the Opera, it’s the bees that suck the nectar from the center of the orange blossom. When April is ripe with rain, May will come to stay. May, oh, she will come to stay.

The holes in our hearts

Mollie's World of Unsolicited Advice

The hole he was born with in his heart, came from me, but he came from us, I just thought I gave it to him.

His hole, VSD, was found on ultrasound the day he was born.

I think I transferred the hole that was in my broken and empty heart to him while he was still in the womb.

The anger and sadness I felt while pregnant, changed and manipulated a growing heart.

The heart and hole have changed through time.

What once was empty has now closed,

What once was sadness turned to joy.

You cried that day the Doctor told you of his hole she had found.

But the hole is gone now, not even a murmer remains in our son’s heart.

The hole in the heart changed with time.

The broken heart is now whole again.

The heart is always changing, twirling and mingling, shooting rockets…

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