There are many interesting things about Barack Obama, but my interest in him is personal: We are nearly birthday twins, born just 26 hours apart. Both of us were born with a Leo Sun in the 9th house and a Gemini Moon in the 7th house. We’re both writers; both lost our fathers in car accidents (I at age 9, he at age 21); and both currently have transiting Saturn and progressed Venus hovering around natal Uranus.
The conclusion I have drawn from these corollaries is obvious: Today, friends, I declare my candidacy for President of the United States.
PSYCH! Nah, I don’t want the job. Give it to the guy with Mars in the 11th house (team player), Scorpio ascendant (politically astute), and rock-star Leo Midheaven. With my Sag ascendant and Virgo midheaven, and Mars in the 10th, I’d rather be free to do my own thing. But I wish my near-celestial twin well in his bid for White House, and shall watch his journey with interest – despite the uncomfortable feeling that I’m simply not ready to be the same age as the President of the United States.
Obama appears to be meeting with rather more success in his career at the moment than I am, having been propelled into the spotlight by his dazzling oratory skills. My oratory skills, on the other hand, just earned a rejection of my application to speak at UAC, the big astrology conference being held next year in Denver. Ah well, me and about a hundred other people, and it’s not as though I have an illustrious resume after all. Still, at midlife – when one’s birthday mates are, after all, bidding on positions such as Leader of the Free World – one feels a little dejected to realize the upper echelon of one’s own profession may prove forever elusive. Who knows… perhaps Barack feels the same way, some days.
Sag-like, though, I insist on viewing this turn of events as a blessing in disguise; tomorrow’s New Moon falls very close to my natal Jupiter. When a door closes, sometimes a window opens – although sometimes a bird flies in through that window and poops on your desk.
Keep a screen on your window, Mr. Obama.