Astrology is a multi-million pound industry. In virtually every newspaper and magazine in the land you’ll find some odd looking person with scary hair telling you exactly what kind of day you’re about to have.
I wouldn’t mind but astrologers have so freaked my mother that she’s been too afraid to leave her house on at least six occasions since last March. This was most inconvenient for the developers who wanted to build a shopping centre on the site. They thought it was some kind of sit-in protest. It was a week before she came out of the bathroom and only then to hide in the cupboard under the stairs.
One of the most well known exponents of the medium in the UK is Mystic Meg, who looks like she’s walked straight off the set of a Hammer House of Horror movie. She earned fame and notorioty in the 90’s by telling us who was going to win the National Lottery but was then mysteriously axed when they didn’t.
Another stars star is Russell Grant, the human beach ball. Today he told me, along with five million other Capricorns, that I shouldn’t avoid dealing with taxes, insurance and joint finances. It may be stressful but they need attention. He went on to say that I’d have some unpleasant situations imposed on me if I ignore these issues.
Who the hell does he think he is? I don’t tell him how to run his business dealings so why should I listen to what he thinks of mine? We all have opinions but to inflict them on the whole population everyday is taking the biscuit if you ask me. And he’s had plenty of them that’s for sure!
Now, I don’t know about you, but I try not to place any emphasis on what my stars say but like a fire at furniture warehouse, you can’t help but gawp if you chance across them by accident. The above reading wasn’t pleasant so I’ve decided to disregarded it. If tomorrow he says that I will inherit the Earth and a smashing little cottage in the Lake District I’ll perhaps take that instead.
There may be some scientific evidence that proves you can predict the future from the position of the stars when you were born but in the end, does it really matter?
Take this very moment in time. You could leave this page right now if you wanted…or not, and plod along to the very end of the piece. You could decide to throw your PC against the wall which I’d fully understand – the writing today is just awful!
Alternatively, you could go make a coffee or go and fly a kite or fix that dodgy roof slate. These are all decisions you can make right now and you could change your mind a million times before you do any of them.
I guess what I’m trying to say is is that life is about choices. In any situation we can decide what we want to do. We may be afraid of the immediate consequences but if we know in out heart that the decision is in our best interest we should just do it.
Take your chances guys, we can achieve absolutely anything if we put our minds to it. I’m sure, like me, you wouldn’t want your dying words to be: ‘If only…’ Thud!
TODAY’S CHALLENGE: Don’t die and fall in a crumpled heap with regret.