Compatibilities of Scorpio and Sagittarius lovers. (C&P)
If a Scorpio and a Sagittarius want to make a love match, they should be warned to slow down, take their time getting to know one another on a deep, significant level or else they run the risk of getting way ahead of themselves. This relationship could be over before either partner even realizes it’s started if they’re not careful! Their patience will be very richly rewarded. Sagittarius thrives on change, on the new and the exciting and on the power of positive thought. Scorpio just wants to get closer and strengthen emotional ties. Early in the relationship, Sagittarius could feel hemmed in by Scorpio’s rapt attention and high expectations for love. If Scorpio can control their emotions, these two are in for satisfaction and excitement.
Both Scorpio and Sagittarius see each day as an adventure (or in Scorpio’s case, a compelling mystery) and as an endless opportunity to explore, to probe, to learn. Shared escapades bring them closer. While Sagittarius may get fed up with Scorpio’s stubbornness and inflexibility, Scorpio could be thinking their Sagittarius mate is just a little too hotheaded. They’ll enjoy learning together, and travel could be very beneficial for this pair. Their relationship is always on the go!
Pluto and Mars rule Scorpio, and Mars and Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter. Mars is the God of War, opening the door for Scorpio’s determined, courageous character. Mars, when combined with Pluto, represents rebirth and renewal. Jupiter focuses on philosophy, higher learning, expansion, optimism, luck and travel. These planetary attributes — of growth, expansion and masculine energy — combine to create a sustainable relationship of mutual admiration. Scorpio is a Water Sign, and Sagittarius is a Fire Sign. Sagittarius is the spontaneous partner, heading in the direction their whim leads them, while Scorpio’s motives are more subdued, less easy to read. Even if they run into misunderstandings or misinterpretations of each other’s motivations, crisis can be averted. If these love mates agree that their relationship is significant, their devotion and affection will see them through.
Scorpio is a Fixed Sign, and Sagittarius is a Mutable Sign. Both of these love mates can multitask like pros, keeping each other’s interests at heart, juggling birthdays and special dates with family obligations, but it really takes Scorpio’s follow-through to get anything finished in this pair. Sagittarius gets the urge to jump around from project to project, so Scorpio’s stick-to-it-tivness comes in handy. Lucky for Scorp partners, Sagittarius notices all the work their mates put in — and they definitely show their appreciation when they know it’s needed. Scorpio can be stubborn, exacting and demanding, so this mate needs to give their Sagittarius love their personal space and time for their own interests. Scorpio leads Sagittarius’ ideas fruition, even if Sagittarius has lost interest and moved on. So they’re not all work and no play, Sagittarius comes through with their knack for flexibility, a positive quality that sometimes wins out over resolute determination. What’s the best thing about the Scorpio-Sagittarius relationship? The security and flexibility they can give one another. Once they open up to one another and to appreciate their different philosophies in love and in life, these two have potential for steamy relations, deep connections and heartfelt respect. As long as they communicate and celebrate their differences, theirs will be a passionate relationship.
Love and Madness (copied & pasted)
A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for
the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not
knowing what to do. One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered
together and were more bored than ever.
Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: “Let’s play hide and seek!”
All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: “I want to
count, I want to count!” And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek
Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started to
count: “One, two, three…”
As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung
itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness
curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the centre of the earth.
Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the
lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking.
And Madness continued to count: “… seventy nine, eighty, eighty
one…”
By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden – except
Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this
should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide
Love.
Madness: “…ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven…” Just when Madness
got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid. And Madness
turned around and shouted: “I’m coming, I’m coming!”
As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because
Laziness had no energy to hide.
Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of
the lake and Passion at the centre of the earth.
One by one, Madness found them all – except Love. Madness was getting
desperate, unable to find Love.
Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness:
“You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush.”
Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush.
Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop.
Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands.
Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.
Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love’s eyes with a
pitchfork. “What have I done! What have I done!” Madness shouted.
“I have left you blind! How can I repair it?”
And Love answered: “You cannot repair my eyes.
But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide.”
And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always
accompanied by Madness.
Fatima R. Pecson
I started rockin my mommas house on the first day of november, 1991. And later they’ve known that the blacksheep of the family was born. I have 4 siblings. Im the “BLACKSHEEP”. Call me tifa or marhea. I have a great family. That right. =]
When I was seven years old. That’s when I started going to school. When I entered the classroom I don’t have any idea about anything. Later, the words just came into my mind. “ HOLY HELL! IVE BEEN SCREWED!” because early that morning my parents told me that the said place was a fairy tale. Only it’s a freakin nightmare. The teachers alyways fussed around. I think I’m good enough to duel them with exchanging words. I have thought that my wavelength is higher than the mediocre teachers roaming around like butterflies.
I am “one of the boys” when I was little. Teachers have named me “tifa, enemy # 1” because I love to play tricks on ther people, to the extent. I always end up in the Disciplinary Office. When I was a pupil at Mrs. Marylocks class. Me, the Atheist, morbid discriminator turned to a no mercy, pride stepping, hardcore prick. But despite of all my mischief and mayhem madness, I have met my real friends and real allies. I always have allies. So the teachers won’t catch me doing any of my dirty tricks. Also, when I was a kid, I remembered bad mouthing my enemies every time I see them. Enemies. That’s right. You know what nemesis is? I have lots of them. :)
Mostly, my enemies tend to say I’m the “Devious little monster kid.” Because most of my enemies are much, much older than I am. Whenever I am caught, that’s when my allies will come in. They’ll help me get out of the sticky situation. I always find an excuse like “IM JUST CAUGHT IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME, TEACHER!”
When I was in third year high school, I’ve turned out to be an introvert. I always stay at the darkest shadows of my room and lay weak. Again, a pathetic way to waste my potentials. Because of the INCIDENT, I turned out to be a bitter person. I ridicule failure. Then a new friend came along and she had let me express my feelings I carry in myself. – I don’t deal with this. I carry the same infinite bitterness that even I dunt even know. –
At the mid summer of my vacation, I had known and understood myself better than others. I’m a SCORPIO. I’m the most extreme of all. “I UNCOSCIOUSLY SEEK VIOLENCE DELIBERATEKY AS A CHALLENGE TO MY STRENGTH.” I’m possessive of what I believe to be mine. I also have chronice depression. I’m a poet. I’m a writer. I’m a liar. SHE’S EVERYTHIN I’M NOT. I love to write. I write everything that come into my mind just to get over it.
I want to be a soldier and a psychologist. I guess I’m a human x-ray machine. That’s why I want to be a psychologist. I know how or what they feel. I can predict their moves. Kidding, some times only. =]
In the future I want to have a successful life and an imperfect family. Because, there will be no thrill if it’s perfect. Right?
read this.
If you suffer from worry, from grief or shame, from jealousy, disappointment or envy. I HAVE SOMETHiNG TO TELL YOU.
Somewhere near your home there is a vacant corner lot, although adjoining yards may be well tended. A vacant corner lot somehow is full of weeds.
There is a foot path across it, a bicycle trail, and ordinarily it is a collecting place for junk. First someone threw a few broken furnitures there. They would not hurt anything. Someone added a few sticks and limbs from a nearby yard. Then came a few papers and a plastic bag, and finally some tin cans and old bottles were included.
And there it was a junkyard.
This corner lot is like, so much very like, the minds of many of us. We leave our minds empty and vacant and open to trespass by anyone. Whatever is dumped there are keep.
I dunt want anything coming into my mind that does not have some useful purpose or some value that makes it worth keeping. I have enough trouble keeping the weeds down that sprout their on there own without permitting someone else to clatter my mind with things that do not edify..
I’ve had to evict some some thoughts a hundred times before they would stay out. I have never been succesful until I have something edifying in their place.
I dunt want my mind to be a dumping place for shabby ideas or thoughts, for disappointments, bitterness, envy, shame, hatred, worry, grief or JEALOUSY.
If you are fretting over such things, it’s time to clean the yard. Get rid of all that junk. Get rid of it!
And that is my counsel to you, if you have festering sores, a GRUDGE, some bitterness, disappointment or jealousy, get hold of your self.
“You may not be able to control things out there with others. But you can control things here, INSIDE YOU.”
