VENUS rules the color pink

From “love & metaphysics” the book

by anita sands astrology@earthlink.net

To successfully pick a life mate, we must understand the law of attraction, the metaphysical law, not the physical one..

We aren't talking about the north end of a magnet attracting the south end of another magnet. No, we’re talking meta-physical polarities that attract a pair of lovers which are NOT of the physical realm.

ON the metaphysical plane, there are no measurable molecules of iron to draw two bodies close, no electric synching of the brain patterns which make two minds click or ‘spark’. There is no “matter” at all involved. What’s there in the room, metaphysically, is two souls with an incredible KARMIC LOAD .. a lifetime desire pattern, causing ONE of them to seek some DREAM and believe they find it in the other --- some kind of oasis mirage.

Two souls, two separate wish lists are colliding. Later, after they’ve traded paint, they stumble away from the union, wondering what the hell happened and why. What they never saw was their surroundings. Their context. They are enrolled in EARTH’s SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS. The one that knocks your ego down to size.

When two people think they are suddenly madly in love, it isn’t cupid or angels strumming hearts and shooting arrows. What’s happened is their wish list synched with the apparent projection that some lying scumbag had going and suddenly, they got a pink skin. All over their body, they turned PINK. PINK is the color of LOVE, of VENUS. And VENUS rules this courtship game down here.

Why we’d trust a planet whose atmosphere is boiling, deadly sulphur fumes so thick that if you drop a Ford from a hovering rocket, it will swim to the bottom not fall. You going to let the Goddess Aphrodite make your life decisions? The answer is, yes, every time. We buy what makes us feel pink.

Now, what’s really fascinating when it comes to sexual chemistry is that there are no positive MAGNETIC, PHYSICAL things that actually attract our protons and atoms. There are only subtle and karmic soul-related aberration factors which cause the attract-repel mechanism to kick in making the atomic world react. The rays that love rides in on are invisible, non-material. We call it serendipity, fate, the law of attraction.

Humans almost have no words for what’s really going on, but you've heard your mother say 'like attracts like?' 'You lie down with dogs you get up with fleas.' That is more in the realm of metaphysical attraction/ repulsion patterns.

In the courtship game, we are seeking to create a metaphysical atmosphere conducive to attraction. It is achieved with two things. FANCIES and DESIRES. If you’re good at attracting sweethearts, that means you’re good at playing the other person like a lute. You know what they want. Homely men want to be flirted heavily with. Popular men don’t want the flirt job. They want to think they won something reluctant, which generally is very scarce, never won by anyone.

On the other hand, Women’s most frequent wish list is BRAINS so that two things result. HUGE cash flow and WIT, HUMOR, laughs. Second on their list is CHARM so that two things result, HUGE cash flow and an APPEARANCE of kindness, likeability, sympathy and of being a good listener.

Guys can fake an entire female wish list in a flat minute. Those who ATTEMPT TO FAKE IT AND MAKE IT get the ladies like some Darwinian super champ and plenty of these have shown up in the gene pool as successful brigands. Those who don’t try…well, they are called distant, aloof and still get respect but from oddball girls who are wired to be nurturers, parental, daddies, guides, shepherds, enablers, givers, protectors. SANE women just want someone who’ll do all that for them! A few of them are in the gene pool, too.

Girls and Boys ALWAYS HEAD in one direction in love: It’s a no brainer. Where they always wanted to go. They head for their wish list like a beagle after a rabbit. That doesn’t mean it works out as a rabbit sandwich in the end. Look around you. Note that no person whom you or your parents know has ended up safe at a fine, deep rabbit hole or where they intended to go. They bumbled, fumbled, got lost, got into danger, fell down a hole and broke their snout, got divorced, alimonied, child supported and many ended up alone. You see these curmudgeons on every block in the downtown area, in one room apartments.

The reason why they ended up alone is -- when they picked a BUCK out of the herd, (or a doe,) they picked what made their fur stand up on end and their skin pink. Their infernal, eternal wish list. What they always wanted! And not one of them got what they dreamed of, talked about, thought about, attempted, fought for. What seems to result from the efforts of the mating human in courtship situations proves a metaphysical law to exist. 

WHAT WE GET is what we are NOT ACTIVELY DESIRING, HUNGERING AFTER. We get what we are. We attract the flavor or essence of what we are, DOWN DEEP IN OUR BONES. You can’t fool mother Nature.

WHAT YOU ARE returns to you in mirror form. If you are caught desiring, with a wishlist, You somehow attract the exact karma for what you are hung up on having and it’s a boomerang, a little like the famous tale of the MONKEY’s PAW.

TO some extent what one does will also return to one. You give to the poor, you meet and marry a philanthropist of varying degree. But what you plan, think, dream, speak of ...no. That doesn’t attract. All the rest washes off like make-up. It's not real.
Not as strong a metaphysical substance as what you ARE or what you do.

What we're sneaking up on is this. To create havingness, you have to be havingness already. You have to reek opulence, generosity, comfort, plenty, ease. The richest man in the world, the first Rockefeller, tithed 1/ 10th of his income when he made 2$ a week. He showed that he didn’t have a desire for money. He gave it away. He did not have a huge wish list in reference to money. So when he saw OIL oozing out of the Pennsylvania mud, it occurred to him, someone could use it, he bought it and started Standard Oil. Then, God looked down, saw what he had created, saw that it was good and caused the car engine to get invented and who was at the front of the oil line? The guy who’d been giving away his salary but bought the oil on a whim.

THAT same law of attracting what you don’t particularly seek, but surely do deserve, and not attracting what you desire and chase after is at work in all other life areas. TO attract LOVE you can’t run around WAVING AT CUTIES. YOUR DESIRE repels it. You have to be love, give love away and not to the rich, not for motives. Give it to the family, to the deaf uncle, to the lame co-worker.

To attract friends, you can’t sit down at the table with a lot of strangers and desire to win them over. You have to be the best friend to folks you already know.

To attract MONEY you can’t eat, think, sweat, breathe MONEY because that amount of desire repels the WISH FAIRY! JUST give away some MONEY. Starving guys in alleys? Church soup program? Your webmaster? Pay your bills. I know it’s Not easy but fake it. Fake it ‘til you make it.

THIS law works front ways as well as backways. What is your ARDENT MIND MANTRA becomes your reality. THINK POVERTY you attract it. I recall the biography of college educated Karl Marx. Best student, most brilliant thinker of his time, degrees in economics, law, languages, philosophy, crisp master of oratory, a commanding public speaker who could have been in the Senate but all he was interested in was why did people live in poverty without food. So he wrote about that. He didn’t seek fame but his writings were published everywhere and he gave the stuff to newspapers. Wherever he went, he was famous. He married a blue blood girl whom he adored. All the local, German newspapers wanted to hire him. But Karl Marx only wanted to work on behalf of the starving workers fighting governments to make laws kinder for the worker. Marx did this public activism over his entire life, never writing for money. In fact he was offended when anyone commissioned an article on any other subject and refused, even if they wanted to pay for it and gave his own tirades away.

Publishers loved his free writing -- free and biting...and they appeared everywhere, making him famous all over Russia, Europe, America even. But his family's diet was potatoes and rice. They got horrible diseases of all kinds, the entire family, some of his children died of starvation others of disease. The Marx's were evicted repeatedly, their belongings taken and sold to settle debts. They were chased out of many countries by irate governments. An occasional inheritance gave them money to lease a new apartment, buy a new bed, but they'd lose these gains again in new evictions, repos.

How could the worst happen to the best?  Because every fiber of his mind and soul was concentrated on the impoverished, starving, jobless, fired or abused lowest strata of society, the workers. His heart’s sympathy was with the trampled homeless of his world. He ended up living just like them or worse.

See, there’s a second law at work, just as inexorable as the first one where “DESIRE REPELS WHAT YOU DESIRE” The second law is this. “YOU ATTRACT what is in your mind mantra”. BE CAUTIOUS of the mantra you do. Yogi Bhajan warned his students, years ago, do not do OM as a mantra because it refers to the total void. And you will be poor as a church mouse if you’re ecstatic in the void. The Hindus who do Om, walk around the countryside with a begging bowl and a loin cloth, smiling. In ecstasy. Om will do it!

I point this out so you'll understand that when you seek to find the perfect sweetheart to love and marry, you want to live a very pure lifestyle, be sexually pure, be romantically pure. Be desire free. Do a jolly inner mantra of ‘look at me wash dishes. I’d be a great wife. Look at me in a new dress. Those who see me will want to date me.’ Too pure and you end up going Om alone with a begging bowl. Too much wish list, you end up with the Monkey’s paw.

As an astrologer in Hollywood, I watch women and men go to all the wrong places, put their hands in dark holes and come out missing fingers. They put out internet ads which attract bounders and players, ladies and gentlemen of the night. They swear they want to mate for life but they go to bars which attract drinkers, the last type to be suitable for parenthood.

And they come to me, the astrologer, to complain. When will their luck change they ask. I have them pull out the sweetheart's photo and generally see this VERY HANDSOME weasel guy, fancy suit, little cheroot, mustache, fancy car. I can tell he's got ads in a hundred different singles markets and is mining this millennium cyber-vein of gold for all it's worth. The internet has given him what he could never get working at the crumbum car part joint. A PERSONA. Any persona he damn wants.

SO as if to prove it, that day, in walks Birdie, an astrology client, sweet voice, beautiful face, she sings in her church choir. She's slender but chesty, doesn't mind wearing a flashy dress that shows off her beautiful figure and great legs. And she's carrying the weasel's photo. They've been dating for a few weekends but he doesn't call much between. I cast his horoscope, which has the Saturn square Pluto marks of utter cruelty. A synthetic human but under the tinsel and poly, a real tin louse. “Where did you meet him?. Online dating match making. Ummmmmmhmmmmmmmm. I comment. "Isn't he gorgeous?" she sighs proudly.

UmmmmmmmmmmUmmmmmmmmmmm. I say ambiguously trying not to let my lip curl into a Cheney.

He took me to this huge mansion he's building on the beach. SHe sighs. "Did he actually have the key?" I ask. Her eyes go wide. No. Her face falls. Just as I thought, not only a total liar, All flash, no cash but a soulless scoundrel as well.Babe he will have been in and out of your pants and long gone by the time you see some Iranian family move into that beach side home.

Tell me, What did your ad say?

She recited: "Professional man wanted.... for fun and travel, fine dining." I put my head in my hands. "You basically said you wanted to marry a rich sonovabitch or someone who could pretend to be --but worse, you announced that you were incredibly stupid ! Stupid enough to say you wanted to trade nookie to a rich sonovabitch for a free dinner and you said it in print.”

My ad makes me look dumb?”

ARE YOU KIDDING?”

“Oh dear. Well, He's so gorgeous, I'd be satisfied just to date him.

Oh, he’ll date you alright.

Do you think he'll marry me?

You actually want to marry a weasel, eh?” I pick up an old copy of NEWSWEEK by my desk. I can't resist ten year old magazines at garage sales. I point out some really fine man flesh by my criteria. I keep my paw over his name. "See this guy, Birdie? Say this fine specimen of a man answered your ad. Would you date this guy? Would you marry him?"

NO. I wouldn’t even let him touch me. He’s a creepy big nose dwarf!” I show her where it says ROSS PEROT. She shrugs. Who’s that?

Honey,  That's Ross Perot. MEGA Brainoid, Self-made gadzillionaire. HILARIOUSLY FUNNY and ASTUTE, kind. Spent millions to get some hostages out of Iran and snuck ‘em out. Paid a team of terrorist experts. How about this other one? She turns her nose up at Bill Gates. BOY this girl is on the money. I’m thinking.

I take her hand. “See Birdie, you need a hypnotist, mind altering drugs and a re-education camp, maybe rehab on top of it. The world isn't crazy, you are. You put an ad in cyberspace basically saying "I will offer my body to anyone who can convince me he is a rich man" and you end up with a phony weasel driving a rented limo who has no key to the mansion on the beach which he tells you he owns before he boffs your brains out.” I sigh. "Did you fool around with him?" A guilty look passes over her face. "Yes. He was the hottest ever.”

"No. Your believing all his lies gave YOU heat then you LENT him your heat. Birdie. Girls can never offer themselves in ads. Do you see ads that say New Rolls, new Cadillac, drive me, I’m yours? Well actually you do. But they have your credit card report before you go out the driveway.

She pays her 25$ and leaves.

I sigh. Why can't life and the mating game be easy? Because spiritual muscle is honed by battle with the demons, cares, chaos, sorrow of the world. If God gave us halos and palaces, our souls would be anemic and flaccid. For all we know, no growth at all goes on in heaven. Heaven is not a gym. Earth is.

It is by beating against walls with our passions until our fists bleed that we discover that Laws are immutable like solid granite pillars of an unseen temple rising beyond and above our eyesight.

And It is by HUNGERING so much that we offer our souls up to the Devil that we get to find out what it feels like to be ripped off for our essence, soulless, raped, violated, taken and at our own invitation!

There is no light without darkness. The muscle that it takes to fly INTO and toward the light is not achieved in a brightly lit room. Turn off the lights, meditate on these formulas. These subtle essences. The darkness within may help you to wake from slumber rather than doze off to sleep on some other time consuming, vain rabbit chase.