Heartbreak. Quarantine. The biggest comeback ever orchestrated by a Gemini… What happens when an astrologer — someone who’s always ready for what’s around the corner — gets unexpectedly dumped days before the most romantic transit of her year?
Part One of the fiction series, Cosmic Chronicles tracks astrologer Cosmic Cannibal as she treks through the transits, tragedies, and mini triumphs of her life during the Covid-19 quarantine.
Cosmic Chronicles is one part diary, one part astrological resource, and full exposure.*
Listed below are links to, and excerpts from the first seven chapters.
“I couldn’t understand how an Aries, a sign astrology says is so truthful and honest and unable to deceive, could be so untruthful, dishonest, and not only capable, but also willing to deceive not just one, but two people. I also couldn’t understand how I, Camille Combs, a.k.a. Cosmic Cannibal, a Gemini Sun, Pisces Moon, Leo Rising woman with goals and dreams and self-respect had allowed myself to be lied to, deceived, duped, and pushed aside by an untruthful, dishonest, and deceptive Aries. I mean, I’m an astrologer, how did I not see this coming?”
“In addition to listening to sad disco songs and keeping from jumping off of my roof, I spent much of this week formulating ways to move on from my humiliating affair with the still-married-father-of-two Aries and utilize the benefits of Venus-in-Gemini. And Even though yesterday’s chart reading didn’t go as planned, today, with Jupiter conjunct Pluto, I decided to fashion a new goal: get a column at Planetarium, the nation’s foremost astrology magazine…”
“It’s amazing how relationships take months to build, yet in mere minutes they crash and burn. It’s funny thinking back on it, I actually believed the Aries and I were Twin Flames; I actually believed we were going to be together forever. I loved him. And he loved me. Or so I thought. And it was all so romantic when it started: the excitement of meeting the Aries; the childlike wonder of getting to know him; the sweet, sappy phone calls; the trysts in our cars; the trysts in the mountains; falling in love…”
“…I was going to say “I just got out of a relationship, and I’m trying to piece my life back together and move on from this stupid publication and into the big leagues at Planetarium, because this zine is going nowhere.” But I couldn’t tell Sophie about my breakup with the Aries. Plus, Sophie hates Planetarium; she thinks anyone who works there is a sellout. So you see, I had to stretch the truth a bit…”
“…That’s the funny thing about love, it shifts and changes as you age. The Aries tried to tell me that one day, he said he would love me even when all of the fun and lightheartedness disappeared and was replaced with hardship and all the other difficult things that test love. And I refused to believe him; I said he and I would be different…”
“The concept of Twin Flames reads like a legend: one soul is split into two bodies and the two bodies spend centuries searching for one another until they can reunite. Twin Flames allegedly have an intimate understanding of each other. They often share many of the same interests, dreams, feelings, thoughts and speech patterns, can empathize with one another’s vulnerabilities and shadows, and they feel a strong pull to be close to each other. The Aries was the first guy I had met who not only knew of, but also believed in Twin Flames. I, however, don’t. Especially not after what I experienced with him.”
“It’s never wise for an astrologer to make any inflexible predictions when Uranus is involved in a transit, because the planet of revolution, rebellion, and unexpected changes will turn everything upside down. (I mean, have you studied the outer planet’s orbit? I have, and it’s not normal.) But this is good news for me: both Uranus and the New Moon are conjunct my Midheaven, a chart angle that symbolizes your professional vocation in this life.”
*please note, COSMIC CHRONICLES is a fictional series; Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this series are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.