AxelJekyll and AxelHyde/ER4YT-O Photo Website…opinion please [
“Axel,
Is all of you a Libra or just parts of you?
Coryn”
My sun sign. Not that it really makes that much of a difference.
There are scientifically measurable differences in people born at
different times of the year, granted. But I’m sure that much of the
astrology shows its effects as a belief system (mind constructs)
effects on a populace. There is the observer effect, the observer
expectancy effect, conscious/subsconscious influence, etc. etc. That
is part of the reason why religions that attempt to maintain purity,
especially those that deal with more of the nitty gritty reality
stuff, don’t want their followers screwing around with other systems,
it not only muddies the adherents psychology, but actually intrudes
into their life and obfuscates them from perceiving the world through
the lens of their original belief system, or if it is a quality path
obfuscates the perception of reality.
For as much of the sun sign astrology stuff there is on me, there is
also the stuff that doesn’t work in my “character profile”. I got my
full astrological chart done with the exact date, computer graphical
printout and the alignments and all that stuff. Yeah, great. There
are so many influences into our being, way beyond astrology, that it
probably gets in the way of the real world. Not saying that the time
of year doesn’t have an effect, I read a very interesting article on
athletes and the time of year they are born, other broad things like
that. But I think most of the astrology crap is really harmful.
But the bird thing works for me. Pink & purple. My grandmother is a
libra, while I was living in that mad house her toilet seat cover and
fluffy seat padding was a pink & purple theme. Not that it made
defecation any easier. The libra’s animal is a brightly plumed bird.
Of course, none of that really made sense until shortly after 7/7/99.
Today I went into the park and fed the arboreal rodents some dark
chocolate. I see how it is called the warrior bean. Shortly after
treating them to the dark chocolate they became more hyper than
usual. Fighting each other, leaping around. I laughed and laughed
when I got to the ducks. A few squirrels I had fed the dark chocolate
to came up for the carb rich pastries. They delighted me when I saw
them leap up high off the ground, leaping away from an approaching
duck or gull. Running through the geese, ducks & gulls, fighting for
the bits of wheat crap. I am their MASTER!!! They must come to ME for
their food! I drug them and enjoy the show as I feed them and watch
them fight over the food.
That’s how classy I am. Look, Coryn, I really want to show you my own
pictures. It may overexcite a lot of people here, but I’m willing to
risk it. I will make an effort to digitize some pictures of yours
truly and finally get around to making some kind of web page to let
people see the Super O of ERY4T-O. I’ve had this internet account for
over two years so it’s about time. That and freakin’ Dekany’s
comments (stone root or no, I’m sure sick of that guy).
My bird is pulsing for you. Has anyone told you that you look like a
sexier version of Chelsea Clinton in that picture? Well, you do!
Axel O+ secretor