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Hi All!

 

Recently I posted a letter re. my successful birthday. Now here is a test, and

an appeal for "help" - ideas - as well as a bit of sharing of thoughts.

 

You have my chart or at least data of birth. My lagna is taurus, venus is with

saturn in aquarius. Saturn fully and venus weaker aspect my sun and mars in

aries. The waxing moon is in gemini. ...... Irrelevant now but perhaps later,

jupiter retro is in virgo.

 

One might perhaps say, "Tall, dark and handsome".

I am the tallest in my family - share this honour with one brother - with 5ft

6in! Stocky, with thin arms, a rather big face, by US standards a dwarf.

Neither really tall nor handsome, but medium dark. Extremely protruding eyes

like a frog, small warts all over the face and neck. ******

 

If I had been a woman, she´d have spent half her money on Max Factor products -

or gone into politics!

 

My own love-life has been very unsatisfactory, but at least till 10 years ago,

women have been madly in love with me. I often regret not having married this or

that girl, I might have been happier! I kept rejecting, to find the right one -

and ended in a mess! Later on, the "possessiveness" of the women put me of!

 

Ammachi is not beautiful. But her eyes are! When Jacob wooed Rebecca, he was

offered Leah first: "she had beautiful eyes"! The eyes shine, show the beauty

and love inside. Look at the eyes of your pets, be it dog or cat or hamster:

the eyews radiate LOVE - and that is beauty. How often does one read of the

"lotus eyes of the Lord"! No matter how deformed the face, if the eyes twinkle

with fun and radiate love, the person becomes attractive!

 

I met my grandmother - father´s mother - for the first time when I was 5. She

live in a remote village. She saw me and said, "My God! How black!" Actually I

am not very dark by Indian possibilities, have seen Spaniards ans Sicilians who

are darker than I am. But that was it: she did not speak to me, I was grateful

to get a banana and a bit of rice for the meal - both organized by my mother! We

rarely visited her, she never came to us. When we visited her it was always the

same: I was tolerated, not loved by her.

 

When I was 13 she visited us! My father was a tyrant, who tyrannized not only

us, but his mother and sisters. There was an argument. My father used to give

his morther a pittance to live on. 10 dollars a month! She owned her house,

but had no income. Now, because she lived with us for 2 months, my father

refused to ger her the money: she was eating with us! At that time my father was

earning like a british colonial officer, a dream salary! All the family, some

brothers, sisters, his sister, my mother etc. stood around, frightened to say

one word. Almost literally "shitting in my pants"! I said, " Father, she has

standing expenses, not just the food. You have 20 pairs of shoes, and last week

bought yourself a new pair. Are you honoured by degrading your mother to be a

beggar"?

 

There was silence - that lasted an eternity! My father gave her the money, but

did not say even one word to me for weeks!

 

>From that day I was the darling of my grandmother. Out of that pittance she

 

would give me a few cents to buy sweets. She hugged me and caressed me, poured

out her love on me. One day I overheard her saying to a guest, "Mani is a

wonderful child! Pity he is so sunburnt....!"

 

Can we see all this in a chart?

 

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Here a laugh: My daughter, 5 years old, asked me, "Why do you have such funny

eyes like frog?" Like Dodgson, who invented "alice in Wonderland", I have

frequently invented tales for my kids. I could have told my daughter about

myopia and genes etc., but I invented a story, which now I tell ye:

 

" Dear, darling Annette, Why did you have to ask this question, why did you have

to remind me of the saddest day in my life?" .... mock tears and sighs ....

"The truth is that I am a frog! There were many pools wher I was born, each pool

had a king frog, and I was the prince in my pool. I was handsome, with the most

outstanding eyes and warts! I could swim faster than all the other frogs, spring

higher than all. That was my tragedy. I sprang high and saw a frog-girl in the

next pool. She was so beautiful I fell in love with her at once. We croaked to

each other and I knew she was loving and kind, the only wife I wanted. Her name

was Ranata Bellissima - in Latin and Italian it meant "Most beautiful Girl-Frog"

- and that she was too! I had to win her admiration. so i started springing

higher and higher, so that she could always see me. One day I sprang higher than

all the trees around.

 

But that was the day that the wizard Merlin had decided to have a picnic with

the Witch of Endor! He was there earlier, had started opening his basket and

spreading out the goodies. A bit later came the witch on her broom, and while

still in the air, called out, "Hi! Merlin! How are things?" And he answered

with the fateful words: " Everything in butter!" [ This German expression means

that things are going smoothly and as planned.]

 

Just at this moment I had reched the top of my leap and was falling. His words

acted magically on me, I fell, not back into my pool, but on his butter-dish!

 

Merlin was not pleased! He Shouted ( as in haarlem) " Man, can´t you look where

you´re going?!"

 

I- unfortunately - answrered - too logically: " I am a frog, not a man. I

was falling, not going. Your words made me fall on your butter - which isn´nt

nice for me either!"

 

Merlin: " You are sassy! Your tongue is too long!"

 

The Witch, "But Merlin, frogs have long tongues, for their tongues are anchored

at the front, not at the back, like ours!"

 

Merlin was unrelentable: " Then he shall be human, with tongue anchored at the

back , AND LEARN MANNERS!"

 

My webbed feet were already taking human form, I cried out, " Please give me

also a release from this accursed fate!"

 

The loving witch said, " When a girl-frog kisses you, you shall be frog again!"

 

But Merlin was unforgiving: said

 

"You´ll swim only in the salty sea,

never in sweet waters!

Frogs in the ocean you´ll ne´er see,

or be kissed by their daughters!"

 

When i was fully transformed into a human being, Merlin threw mw rug to cover my

nakedness and grumpily allowed me to take part in the picnic.It was strange

food, but all thgat leaping had made me hungry and I ate what there was. But my

tastes too had changed and chewing on a dragon-fly was not a nice thought

anymore!

 

Even today I love the ocean, but detestt swimming in a lake or river. No frog

girl can kiss me, I shall remain human, with only my frog´s eyes and warts to to

tell me who I am! It is too late to become a frog again - my darling Ranata has

surely married someone else, is now a grandmother! And if I became a frog I´d

lose you and your sister and brother, which won´t be nice at all.

 

And so my darling Annette, give me a hug as human girl, so I can be happy to be

a human being!"

 

She gave me a hug and went to sleep. .... The next evening I was a bit late, my

wife was bringing the kids to bed : and they, more or less in unison, asked,

"Mama, was papa really a frog?"

 

They were between 5 and 9 years old. I can´t say if if they were really totally

naive, but the circumstantial evidence of my protruding eyes and warts was

there: their logic could not explainn it away!

 

That is our problem with jyothish! Parasara, Jaimini, varahamihira, all were

ONLY seekers after truth, solutions. Their books were written to share their

OBSERVATIONS! It is so difficult to see the real truth, if a lot of

circumstantial evidence is there.

 

regards

Mani