Wanna know what the future has in store for you? You’ve come to the right place! Here’s the prediction– those who’ve come to this page looking for tips based upon the status of celestial bodies are most likely to go off pissed (although there’s a remote chance they might see the light) They will continue wasting their time looking for someone who’ll tell them he understands them and knows their story. Someone who’ll tell them things they know already, albeit, with an inevitable, incomprehensible twist in the tale. Those who’ve come here out of curiosity or through a random click at a little distributed and lesser shared link, they’re gonna learn that the distant sound of reason that grows shriller every time they come across bullshit is in fact right!
Astrologers will tell you a lot of fanciful things. They’ll claim that astrology is a science, that a certain group of stars and planets governs what happens in your life and that they can guide you. They’ll also say you should give them a benefit of doubt every time their prediction turns out incorrect… why? Because astrology is a science! What a big, lame joke!!! Do they even know the definition of ‘science’? Merriam-Webster defines science as a system of knowledge covering general truths or the operation of general laws especially as obtained and tested through scientific method. And what scientific method is astrology based upon? The method that says the location of Neptune, and not your lack of preparation made you fail the maths test?!
I’ve read my share of horoscopes, although my share was pretty small, and was exhausted before I turned fifteen. Years ago, when I had my first major crush, everything that suggested it could help me plan my moves and get the girl seemed like an opportunity. It was then that I stole a hefty Linda Goodman volume from my sister’s bag and, sitting on the roof of our three storey house, rummaged through the pages to learn about my supposed sign. I’ve got to say the writing was impressive, with sentences like- there’s a magic about you and an ability to make dreams come true that can leave the most daring of women gasping for breath! Needless to say, it was a major boost to my confidence. About a year later, the object of my first major crush light years away, my sister chose to tell me a bit about the kind of person the stars ordained I was! Much to my surprise, and a bit of disappointment, I found out that the section titled Pisces Rising which had given me so much confidence wasn’t meant for me. Some weird mumbo jumbo of celestial origins meant that I was a different category of bipeds. This new section, my true section, said that I was a guy with his own time machine, a person who continuously seeks to change things about his life and looks, and wasn’t bereft some magical charm!
Now this ain’t the only reason I deem myself wise, but I proceeded to read about all other categories the planets and stars supposedly have us mortals categorized into, and found that I could actually relate to them all, and that they weren’t much different from each other after all! So, if you’re Leo, you’d find you’re somewhat brave and extrovert, but the larger description wouldn’t much vary from that of a Piscean, who, by the way, is supposed to be artistic and somewhat impractical (according to most astro-books in my share) I’m a professional writer, and I’ll tell you what non writers probably don’t know- the proficient ones in our line of work are good at taking one word and turning it into an essay, and then altering it just enough to give the impression of it being a different essay! And that’s exactly what these books, hefty or light weight, are filled with.
Astrologers are misguided, or mean souls that believe in zodiac signs drawn by cavemen who, in turn, believed that the light from the stars is emitted by vents on humongous burning chariot wheels! Hindu astrologers would have you believe your lives are affected by the actions of Rahu, the severed, undead head and Ketu, the torso of an in-comprehensibly huge serpent that yearns to gobble down the sun and the moon. Tell me you believe that! Tell me, you don’t think that part’s quite true, and it still doesn’t stop you from trusting fate-notes written based upon that same lousy tale! Tell me that, and I’ll tell you that it ain’t brains you’re carrying around in your thick skull; it’s a load of crap!
Most people read or listen to horoscopes, tarots and the so called spiritual healing stuff simply because the shit is out there. It’s there on every news channel, every news paper, almost every magazine… Hell, it’s almost everywhere, just like viruses, traffic and pollution! Now the masses of insipid, insecure people languishing around in this harsh, materialist world could well do without having false claims of solutions and help rubbed into their sad facades. But who’s gonna stand up and scream STOP? Who’s gonna slap the zombies into reality and tell the creators and distributors of these lies that enough’s enough, that they owe it to truth and righteousness to stop making big bucks exploiting people’s sufferings and stupidity? This is a punch aimed at the very big, ugly belly of superstition. The slimy maggot’s been sucking at your brains long enough. Get up. Gather the sense and the courage to Hit Back!
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