Aquarius Sun, Scorpio Moon: The Cosmic Power Couple Guaranteed to Drag You Through the Wildest Emotional Rollercoaster—Buckle Up!
Added on May 9, 2025 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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Sometimes, astrology hands you a story that’s too good to keep to yourself. Take this chart of Arie, a Green Beret I crossed paths with long before I reconnected with my husband. He’s a few years older, a genius storyteller with a past so wild it makes “bad decisions” sound like an understatement. And here’s a kicker — my Venus is conjunct his Pluto, setting the stage for something intense but… strictly non-sexual. Because honestly, who needs emotional wreckage when you can just skip straight to friendship? We joked about diving into relationships like pools—turns out, he only had six feet of water, and I needed fifteen. So we agreed: no cannonballs here, just dry laughs and exchanges of life’s absurdities.
Arie’s life read like a Hollywood script — a kid who stole from the mafia (yep, the mafia!), found himself in the trunk of a car, and somehow talked his way out of a watery fate. He then reinvented himself from crime kid to Special Forces soldier, eventually swapping danger for thirty years as a criminologist. This chart isn’t just numbers and symbols — it’s a roadmap of redemption, wit, and the kind of chemistry that’s all about connection, not chaos.
Now, what do you see when you look at a chart like this? Madness? Genius? The cosmic equivalent of a thriller? Either way, it’s worth a closer look — and maybe a laugh or two about the weird twists fate (and the stars) throw our way.
This is the chart of another Green Beret I knew, prior to reconnecting with my husband. He was quite a bit older than me, but we met we hit it off. My Venus is conjunct his Pluto. We negotiated, a non-sexual relationship.
“Yes. I figure if we are going to have sex, destruct and wind up friends…well I would rather fast forward to the friends and save the emotion,” I said. “I told you I wasn’t going to dive into some empty pool. You said there was six feet of water…no deep end. Well I’m not diving into no six feet of water. Another time, maybe. But not in this kind of condition, I’m not.”
“You need fifteen feet.”
“Yes. Fifteen feet, for sure.”
“I only have six.”
“Friends it is!”
Arie and I were both storytellers with insane stories to tell. We wound up trading tales. Like me, he was on his own when he was young. He said he was a genius and I believe he was. He was twelve when he say a chance to steal a whole lot of money.
He stole the money, successfully. Unfortunately, he stole the money from the mafia. He wound up, bound, in the trunk of a car.
They were going to kill him, took him to the water, to do just that. But he was a kid and a charming shit talker. He got out this (only because all funds were returned). He did not like this experience, in the least, so he swore off a life of crime, forever!
He opted to go into Special forces, because he was still looking an edge, within the law. He got out after four years, because it was dangerous! ::laughs::
He then became a criminologist and worked as an inspector in a major city, for thirty years, before retiring. I thought you might want to see this chart.
This is also, Arie:
I think it’s funny. As an astrologer, a parent can give me a chart like this; it’s their kid. I say, “Umm…”
What do you see in this chart?
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