November 39ers – Feasts, Fun, and … Ouija?

Ah yes, the sweet but overly balanced Libra gives way this month to the somewhat uneven and intense mysteries of Scorpio. Admit it – you’re already thinking sex, passion, the occult, and probably sex again.

Sorry … (heehee) we’re going to focus on the Occult. There are as many ways to define that word as there are bats in the belfry. But by and large it signifies a deepened probe into life’s secrets and/or belief in alternative spirituality.

November 39ers may often be intrigued with superficial trappings of the perceived supernatural – among them, the Ouija “game.” Do you know that its origin can be traced back to 540 B.C.? Pythagoras, the philosopher, apparently amazed his friends and followers with frequent mystic séances. “Hello, hello, calling all ancestors …”

Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov 21): So … is it no accident that the cryptic Scorpion month follows All Hallow’s Eve? Adding to the mystery, the Zodiac sign has been awarded its own celebratory day of warning: November 18 is National Married to a Scorpio Support Day.* (Hmmmm – was it created by one of my exes??) 

A Chance Encounter of LIKE = Love … Lust … and Lies

He was hot, passionate, full of promise. It was one of those affairs that burn with white-flame intensity. Ignoring the instinctive warning that hit my stomach at first touch, I smiled coquettishly.

Waves of electricity shook my body with his responding grin of anticipation. Yes! As a 39er (many times over) I wasn’t dead yet!

We began like many other couples; a chance encounter through friends formed an instant, tenuous bond. At first hesitant, we fumbled for words. He held my hand just a bit too long on first touch. A red flag tried to rise, but I shoved it back down.

One brief moment led to more; sometimes with friends, but more frequently, we escaped on leisurely walks down darkened roads. Soon we chatted with the likes of old chums. Morning coffee links lead to early evening happy hours. Eventually, we turned to late night smooches with our favorite libation.

It didn’t take long. In mere weeks, I couldn’t deny it … to like him was no longer enough.