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Use the magic of astrology's Solar Cycles to design and manifest your dreams * Uncover the astrology Cycles unique to you, and how to use them to shift your reality - each and every month of your life * Find the perfect times to launch or wait, build or tear down, go solo or team up * Figure out your current possibilities and potential pitfalls * Your Lifetime Guide to your Annual Life Cycles.

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Numerology

Astrology

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Publié par	The Wessex Astrologer Ltd
Date de parution	01 octobre 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781902405889
Langue	English

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Published in 2012 by The Wessex Astrologer 4A Woodside Road Bournemouth BH5 2AZ England
www.wessexastrologer.com
Copyright Neil D. Paris 2012
Neil D. Paris asserts the right to be recognised as the author of this work
ISBN 9781902405827 eISBN 9781902405889
A catalogue record of this book is available at The British Library
Cover design by Tania at Creative Byte, Bournemouth, England
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission. A reviewer may quote brief passages.
For Mrs Brown who told me that if I kept writing I’d "go far"

and Eleanor Iley who wanted to see this book finished but couldn’t
Contents
Acknowledgements
Preface
Introduction
Your Surf Cycle 11
Your Surf Cycle 12
Your Surf Cycle 1
Your Surf Cycle 2
Your Surf Cycle 3
Your Surf Cycle 4
Your Surf Cycle 5
Your Surf Cycle 6
Your Surf Cycle 7
Your Surf Cycle 8
Your Surf Cycle 9
Your Surf Cycle 10
Super Surfing
Acknowledgements
Russell Sveda and Victor Schachter for filling my first moments in the USA with Capricorn comfort and Cancer care
Randy,
for carving a road through snowy mountains

Eric Lee,
for Taurus stability and security in the big city

Linda Goodman,
for everything you’ve done and continue to do
Crystal and Kelly-Anne Bush,
for making a Dream come true

Adrian Quayle,
My fellow Fish who surfs beside me still through all tides

Jared DeCarlo, the Krabkat,
for your protective Cancer pincers, Scorpio strength during the dark, the Leo lights of laughter and Love and for more than words can say
My clients,
for boldly living the stories that have shaped the telling of my own

The Family of Light,
who continue to brighten the few remaining dark corners of Planet Earth

My Creators:
Rosalind, the Centaur, John the Lion
My Protectors:
John the Gemini, and Eleanor the Libra and My Comrades:
Mark the Water-Bearer, Simon the Twins and David the Archer
Churita and Le Bang Bang for their company and timely reminders to take walks, stretch and seek out treats, during the writing of this book

and Margaret Cahill for birthing my baby
And to YOU...

Aries, for reminding me that it’s okay to fly solo

Taurus for showing me that though the seasons change, the things that matter don’t

Gemini, that without Thought we cannot Do, and that with too much thinking we cannot Be

To the Cancers who helped me build nests and the ones who kicked me out so that I may find my wings

To Leo who taught me that we define ourselves by the Light we share or the Shadow we cast when we don’t

Virgo, who knows that the Devil’s in the details, but that God’s there too

Libra, that every sunset painted, experienced and enjoyed is better when shared

Scorpio, for killing me off so that I could be reborn bigger, stronger and better than ever

Sagittarius, for journeys shared and for encouraging me to find out for myself

Capricorn for showing me that just as you’re never too young to be wise, you’re never too wise to be young

Aquarius, for reminding me we’re all aliens amongst stars

Pisces, for waking me up to the reality that it’s all just a dream...
Preface
My life truly became magical after astrology found me.
It would come as no surprise that I was first introduced to astrology by a Sagittarius: the Seeker and Keeper of the keys to knowledge, truth and wisdom, and no surprise again to discover that I myself was born under a Sagittarius Moon, an imprint suggesting an overwhelming soul-need to know.
As a teenager I was given the gift of a small print-out of my astrology chart which sat around my bedroom for quite some time. What led me one day to pick up that strange piece of paper with the weird symbols on? Curiosity? Destiny? I think it was skepticism. What could a circle with symbols know about my life?
What I read stopped me in my tracks – from my enigmatic relationship with my father, to my personal and secret insecurities and doubts, to my musical talents to a deep interest in magic and mystery ... and, allegedly, a residue of astrological knowledge from who knows when.
The Pisces Fish I am, was hooked.
I still remember my early days of astrology with fondness. Hitching a ride with my Sagittarius mother on her antique-hunting adventures to car boot sales in Newcastle upon Tyne, England in the early hours of the morning (flea markets to my American readers). I was committed to seeking old, not new, books that had any mention of astrology. I searched for scraps of insight, tidbits of truth. I was hungry for knowledge. The mystical feel of ancient information; the smell of wisdom within their yellowed pages. New books didn’t hold the same promise. Old texts were my comfort, my teachers and my home. Each find fed and fueled my hunger for more.
In the days, months, weeks and years that followed I amassed all I could on the subject. I learned how to draw my own charts for family, friends, strangers and celebrities. I compared the charts with the people and the people with the charts. In true movie-symbolism fashion, my family weren’t as keen on my personal quest and hero’s journey, claiming I would end up in an asylum! I spent hours in my own world, comparing notes, texts, opinions and studies to find the one common thread that ran through it all.
And from where I stand now I believe that truth hides in many places, sometimes between two lies, but within everything hides a sparkle of eternal truth and if you seek, you shall indeed find. As in the world religions, our human mind likes to fragment and overcomplicate the simplest of philosophies and ideologies, but if you look closely enough and widely enough you’ll soon discover that there is one simple thread that unites it all. I discarded the discrepancies and held fast to that thread which has led me on such a weird, wacky, and wonderful astrological adventure.
And that’s when Linda Goodman found me. Not personally but in another and perhaps more magical and meaningful way. Linda was the first astrologer to put astrology on the New York Times bestseller list (1968), opening up the minds of millions to the accuracy and practical application of the field. Mysteriously and miraculously, her books found me – in order – in various locations. I still remember one of her later books putting itself in my path. At one particular car boot sale I passed a table with just three items for sale, a glass vase, a plate and there it was – Linda Goodman’s Star Signs .
Years later I would find myself at a used bookstore (of course) in Dupont Circle in Washington DC where I would stumble upon Linda’s last work, Gooberz, which I carried with me while exploring the States on Greyhound buses and trains. I would not discover until a year or so later whilst surfing the net that Linda had passed and I was unable to meet my astrological idol. I did find, however, that her works lived on and new unpublished material was being safeguarded by the folk at the then active website Lindagoodman.net who just happened to be running a poetry contest.
Of course I entered. Not least of all because of my curious connection to Linda but also because of the prize – a gift voucher to spend on recorded tapes by Linda herself, magic purple plates and more. How could I resist?
I won the competition. And that led me to chatting via email to Crystal Bush, Linda’s friend who had been entrusted Linda’s name and works just weeks before her passing. When Crystal said that my writing reminded her of Linda’s, I was speechless. We conversed for a time and then, as so often happens, life stepped in and we each went our separate ways.
A year or so later, destiny would boldly alter the landscape of my life. I received a letter that there was an opening for a Resident Astrologer at Lindagoodman.net. I would end up leaving the concrete and heat of DC’s city and flying out to the cool breezes and enchanted cliff tops of Santa Monica, California, amidst sun, sea, sand and palm trees.
My time there was enchanting. I was a writer on Linda Goodman’s Star Notes , a newsletter sent out to her fans across Planet Earth, with new and exciting articles on astrological patterns, world news and some of Linda’s unpublished secrets. It was my Dream Job. I would one day find myself living not far from the Roosevelt Hotel, on Hollywood Boulevard, where in the top floor penthouse suite Linda would sit nightly at her typewriter writing her epic Love Signs . I would end up following in Linda’s footsteps metaphorically and then physically, stumbling upon the "small white cross planted on the far hill behind Grauman’s Chinese Theatre", mystically mentioned in Linda’s writings.
I would sit each day, the scent of the ocean blowing through the offices, under a portrait of Linda herself who watched over me as I drew and interpreted the charts for clients from all walks of life. I was a Pisces Fish in the deep end of the astrological ocean but I am ever thankful, for I learned to swim fast and discover a natural rhythm to the ancient tides of wisdom that seemed to move through me during each consultation. On some days, we swore Linda was around. Strange scents and synchronistic sensations.
One night, I had one of those dreams that is so vivid and lucid you would swear you’d entered another dimension. Linda came to me, materializing out of thin air from across the room. The air became crisp and tight. She was silent, carrying only two things: a cuckoo clock and a wooden owl. She never spoke a word but she seemed to have a message for me.
In the dream, I told Crystal’s daughter Kelly-Anne who was part of the Linda team what had happened and she was stunned. "You’re kidding me..." she began, as she revealed just why the dream was so important. When I returned to the offices the next morning, I told Kelly-Anne the tale of my dream that night. She was stunned. Her mouth dropped open and she turned pale. "You’re kidding me..." sh