Life... what a concept

In the heavens the constellation Pisces appears as a fish swimming in the waters that pour from the vessel bourn by Aquarius. The Mystical sign of Pisces is the seeker of spiritual knowledge and wisdom. Positioned as the 12th sign of the zodiac and represented as two fish swimming in opposite directions, Pisces symbolizes the internal struggle of the soul in search of personal truth and enlightenment. The fish are depicted swimming away from each other, continuing life after life, acquiring accrued wisdom and understanding gained in multitudes of incarnations. Pisces: Tribe of Water; Clan of the Fishes
The dualistic nature of the Piscean personality can be likened to the ocean with its constant ebb and flow, back and forth, straddled between the realm of physical, material reality and the abstract eternal unfolding of Divine Consciousness. It’s natural for Pisces, in their highest vibration, to possess a vivid imagination, powerful intuition and a creative drive that seeks expression through the arts, spirituality and humanitarian causes. Often seeming shy and hesitant, people of the Fish Clan are willing to recede and allow the opportune moment to arrive before taking action.

In personal relationships Pisces make good partners, being of a loyal and caring nature. The Piscean is generally attuned to their mate, family and friends through their uncanny intuitive and psychic gift (often unawares, because it has become their second nature).

Those of the sign of the Fish are usually sensitive, humane and idealistic. People born under this sign respond to life emotionally, making them compassionate and sensitive to the world they inhabit. Rather than taking an analytical approach to life, Pisces people react to the feelings of other, which can make them very influential in situations... when they choose to be. Being able to read and react to people and situations make Pisces one of the most adaptable signs in the zodiac.

When a Pisces individual approaches life from their baser, ego-nature they can easily slide into narcissism and become extremely manipulative, elusive and deceitful. Because of their high level of skill in “reading” others they often gain power over their friends, family and peers and use their skills to achieve a less than worthy agenda of self-gratification and debauchery. The other attributes of the lower vibration of the Fish Clan is vacillation, self-pity and all forms of self-indulgence: gluttony, avarice and drug addiction.

"Pisces the Fishes, are the German Fische, the Italian Pesci, the French Poissons, the Anglo-Norman Peisun, and the Anglo-Saxon Fixas. The Greeks knew them as Ιχθύε, and Ιχθύες, in the dual and the plural; the Romans as we do, often designating them as Imbrifer Duo Pisces, Gemini Pisces, and Pisces Gemellus. Classic authors said Aquilonius, sometimes Aquilonaris; and very appropriately, for the Aquilo of the Romans, perhaps derived from aqua, or aquilus, signified a rain-bringing wind from the north, and well represented the supposed watery character of the constellation, as also its northerly position.

It has also been found on Euphratean remains as Nuni, the Fishes, a supposed equivalent of its other title, Zib, of the later Graeco-Babylonian astronomy. Another signification is the Water, as with Atl, the Aztec's name for Pisces.

In the earliest Chinese astronomy, with Aquarius, Capricornus and a part of Sagittarius, it was the northern of the four quarters of the zodiac, the Dark Warrior, or the residence of the Dark, or Northern Emperor; but later in their zodiac of the twelve figures, it was the Pig, Tseu Tsze; and after the Jesuits, Shwang Yu, the Two Fishes.
~ Richard Hinckley Allen; Star-Names and Their Meanings, 1899


Symbol: Fish
Element: Water
Ruling Planet: Jupiter/Neptune
Birthstones: Amethyst, Aquamarine
Colors: Aquamarine, Amethyst, Mauve, Sea Green
Gemstones: Amethyst, Emerald, Aquamarine, Bloodstone, Moonstone, Cat’s-eye
Flowers: Water Lily, Orchid, Lotus, White Poppy, Lilac
Metals: Platinum, Metallic Pewter
Body: Feet, Immune System, Lymphatic System


The Fish

In a cool curving world he lies
And ripples with dark ecstasies.
The kind luxurious lapse and steal
Shapes all his universe to feel
And know and be; the clinging stream
Closes his memory, glooms his dream,
Who lips the roots o' the shore, and glides
Superb on unreturning tides.
Those silent waters weave for him
A fluctuant mutable world and dim,
Where wavering masses bulge and gape
Mysterious, and shape to shape
Dies momently through whorl and hollow,
And form and line and solid follow
Solid and line and form to dream
Fantastic down the eternal stream;
An obscure world, a shifting world,
Bulbous, or pulled to thin, or curled,
Or serpentine, or driving arrows,
Or serene slidings, or March narrows.
There slipping wave and shore are one,
And weed and mud. No ray of sun,
But glow to glow fades down the deep
(As dream to unknown dream in sleep);
Shaken translucency illumes
The hyaline of drifting glooms;
The strange soft-handed depth subdues
Drowned colour there, but black to hues,
As death to living, decomposes -- -
Red darkness of the heart of roses,
Blue brilliant from dead starless skies,
And gold that lies behind the eyes,
The unknown unnameable sightless white
That is the essential flame of night,
Lustreless purple, hooded green,
The myriad hues that lie between
Darkness and darkness! . . .
                            And all's one.
Gentle, embracing, quiet, dun,
The world he rests in, world he knows,
Perpetual curving. Only -- - grows
An eddy in that ordered falling,
A knowledge from the gloom, a calling
Weed in the wave, gleam in the mud -- -
The dark fire leaps along his blood;
Dateless and deathless, blind and still,
The intricate impulse works its will;
His woven world drops back; and he,
Sans providence, sans memory,
Unconscious and directly driven,
Fades to some dank sufficient heaven.
O world of lips, O world of laughter,
Where hope is fleet and thought flies after,
Of lights in the clear night, of cries
That drift along the wave and rise
Thin to the glittering stars above,
You know the hands, the eyes of love!
The strife of limbs, the sightless clinging,
The infinite distance, and the singing
Blown by the wind, a flame of sound,
The gleam, the flowers, and vast around
The horizon, and the heights above -- -
You know the sigh, the song of love!
But there the night is close, and there
Darkness is cold and strange and bare;
And the secret deeps are whisperless;
And rhythm is all deliciousness;
And joy is in the throbbing tide,
Whose intricate fingers beat and glide
In felt bewildering harmonies
Of trembling touch; and music is
The exquisite knocking of the blood.
Space is no more, under the mud;
His bliss is older than the sun.
Silent and straight the waters run.
The lights, the cries, the willows dim,
And the dark tide are one with him.

~Rupert Brooke~

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