The Demi-Date or Half (Shadow) Birthdate

FullNewMoonDemi-Day is your Half-Birthdate (Shadow Birthdate).

Add six months to your birthdate and Eureka –your Demi-Day. Demi means half in French. Demi Day is literally half-day and in this context Demi Day is Half-Birthday. I’ve been using it for years to assist those in celebrating the golden and dark shadows as a way to acknowledge “the other”. And our Demi-Days or Demi-Dates are good days to celebrate, have a party or go out to dinner while honoring the shadow.

My father was a diatriber with a vengeance and had to be right.

We’d like to think that we include all others in our lives, but really that’s impossible other than in a divine metaphysical manner. There are toxic others that we eliminate from our daily presence or “unfriend” on Facebook. Then we may have friends that have characteristics that we don’t like, find irritating, grating and/or annoying at times.

At one point in my life I was massively irritated around those that talked non-stop until I realized that I did this also, from time to time – also known as pontificating or the dreaded diatribe. My father was a diatriber with a vengeance and had to be right. When met with opposition after his diatribe (of righteousness) he would threaten or become combatively violent.

two gunslingers in a draw a shoot out in the street

A great assist in my understanding of the demi-day has been my study of astrology. People are often satisfied with a reading of the Natal (Birth) Chart – “Okay that’s who I am, wow,” or “I knew that.” As readers you probably know your Sun Sign. The sign opposite your Sun Sign is 6 months away. If your Sun Sign is Leo then your opposite is Aquarius and so on:


Taurus —————– Scorpio

Gemini —————- Sagittarius

Cancer —————- Capricorn

Leo ——————– Aquarius

Virgo —————– Pisces

Libra —————– Aries

Each opposite sign could be your golden shadow – all that your project on the other that is good and wonderful; or your dark shadow where the opposite sign becomes that which you shun because it represents all that is darkness and subterfuge. Yet opposites attract holds meaning. In astrological talk to many hard angles in relationship with the other (as in romance, marriage, business etc. – opposites, squares, inconjuncts (also called quincunxes) and sometimes conjuncts can mean the destruction of that relationship. Softer or more harmonious angles bring in the glue that binds relationships together (trines, sextiles and sometimes conjuncts).

Balancing oppositions may require a center, a neutral place within…

Opposites between planets in our own charts are the most difficult to deal with and if you reading this it means that you’re managing it. But what are opposites? The dictionary gives these choices: “diametrically different, an antagonistic position, contrary to one another or to a thing specified” * Another way of looking at the oppositional angle a 180 degree angle in Astrology is through enemies engaged in battle, lawyers arguing a court case or two gunslingers in a draw a shoot out in the street. The opposition is the most difficult to deal with both outside ourselves and in internal struggle. Balancing oppositions may require a center, a neutral place within and/or a witness self.

A Demi-Date Astrology Reading

Diplomats search for common ground between opposing parties when the energy for fighting and warring becomes less. The common ground could be a midpoint between the two views. In astrology this is the angle called a square – a 90-degree angle. This is still a conflict and yet it is a conflict that seeks continual resolution – a growth angle.

I am developing a Demi-Date Astrology reading to understand your shadow and help you develop a way to work with it through celebration and spiritual growth.

The and place of your birth determines your Ascendant or Rising Sign and then determines your house placement and what planets are in each house. The first house is the house of the self. The opposite house – the seventh house is the house of “the other” or the not self. This is another “place” of looking at an exploring shadow. And finally one could look at your Shadow-Return – the place the Sun returns to each year that is opposite your natal sun.

In the meantime find someone that you find irritating and hang with them and celebrate your annoying differences just for fun. Party on…


A Daily Plan

  1. images
  2. The Flush: a ten to fifteen minute rant on Trump, make it funny if possible
  3. Data: gather data on FLIPPING CONGRESS AND THE NATION, PLUS legislation to support or oppose.
  5. ACTION PART ONE: look at legislation to oppose and / or support make 3 phone calls and send emails – 1 member of House of Reps and 2 Senators preferably in your state to start.
  7. ACTION PART TWO: look at budget and who and how much to contribute to candidates (progressive and/or Dems guys*) opposed to GOP agenda and contribute
  9. ACTION PART THREE: make report on social media


* guys – womens, mens, androgynous-es, transgenders, gays, lesbians, genderqueers, asexuals and everybody else.

PS This is not about real soup you eat or slurp. This is about the soup we’re in. Hope that clears things up. Tuff if it doesn’t.

The 6 year old explanation of why Democracy Sucks



BIG MONEY                                                       VERSUS                                   BEING BROKE

How it use to be:

One group said let’s save money, balance our checkbook, don’t owe money or pay interest and everybody being equal works hard and gets what they want. After that the common good gets addressed.

Another group says let’s take care of the common good first since not everybody is equal in practice, so we have to make rules to make things fair. People who have so much money they can’t begin to spend it all need to pay more into the common good treasure chest to make things better for everyone including themselves. When this happens everybody gets richer.

How it is now:

One group says there are slackers created by the other group giving stuff away for free. But let’s save money, balance our checkbook, don’t owe money or pay interest, but if we have to pay interest let’s make a ton of money from it at the expense of the slackers to balance everything out and everybody being equal works hard and gets what they want.  Our ideas of the common good are different from theirs. The other group is anti-American so they should be punished.

Another group says let’s take care of the common good first since not everybody is equal in practice so we have to make rules to things fair. People who have so much money they can’t begin to spend it need to pay more into the common good treasure chest to make things better for everyone including themselves. When this happens everybody gets richer. We have to be fair to the other group that makes us look bad because we ARE fair. And we don’t need to fight the other group in a down and dirty way because we’re better than that.

Each group used to serve all American People regardless of the amount of money they made. Now each group sold their souls to BIG MONEY so they pretend to support all Americans when they are not doing this. So nothing gets done for regular shmoes. Only “the right people” and Corporations and their BIG MONEY are rewarded. Everyone else is shafted.

a very short story about Smartphones


I see people everywhere on their smartphones.

Then poof –no more.


Are aliens beaming them up?

— No.


Are they being eaten by they’re own addictiveness?



Are they being scammed out of existence?

Maybe – well No.


Are they being zapped into an AI Virtual Reality?



And to make things worse –it’s a big disappointment because its not paradise, nope. It’s just like here. And you thought you were going to be in a Trump Free World.


My story of the movies…


newscopythe flow of the stuff in my head…

About the age of 15 or 16 my best friend Paul D. and I got together to make a movie. We wrote a script based on our goofy sense of humor and our favorite movies of Sean Connery as 007. Our character was James Notch 008 and ½ based on the Notch Store on the west side of Cheshire with a 67 page script maybe (it was a long time ago). It was a movie that never got made.


“Everybody knows they only make movies in Hollywood,”

classmates told us.


Coincidentally the Notch Store was the backdrop for the final scene in a film directed by Paul Newman called Rachel, Rachel in 1968 and was nominated for 4 Oscars including Best Picture (it didn’t win any Oscars).

I threw myself on the floor and rolled around. I moaned, I whined until she (my mom) agreed.

The next film that Paul and I filmed didn’t have a script. It was just visual ideas I had that I thought would look good strung together. It was a silent color film shot on a Double 8mm film made with a wind-up camera with three twists lenses and had variable shooting speeds. Back in the days of film – sound films were shot at 24 frames per second and silent films at 18 frames per second. Shoot at slower speeds and everyone would speed up. Shoot at faster speeds and slow-motion happens.

I convinced a girl down the street who was a year older than me to be in the film. She was the good guy with a white cowboy hat. I shot that first scene at sunset. The camera was on the ground, which meant I was on the ground too. She ran towards the camera hat on and she brandished the gun (an unloaded Luger my Father had as a souvenir from WWII) and jumped over me. She refused to be in the film after that. I even offered to pay her, but she said no. It was okay to use that footage she told me, mainly because she was in silhouette and no one could see her face.

After that I pleaded with my mom to be in the movie. I threw myself on the floor and rolled around. I moaned, I whined until she agreed. And she did. Phil B my best friend (the trio of nerdy guys – me, Paul and Phil) was the villain, though he looked like an innocent kid.

The Fordham’s Young Filmmakers Festival of 1968 in NYC

It was called: The Chase and it was awful. It was about 40 minutes too long. There were two special effects. My mom shoots at Phil and his black beret whips off his head. I used a fishing pole with some line. We shot all the scenes with my mom with slow film speeds so she looked like a lone Keystone Cop running in long shots that were way too long. And there was a car chase with one long POV (point of view) shot from the car, very boring.

The dying scenes were hilarious because my mom and Phil hammed it up.

Our art teacher suggested we send it to the Fordham’s Young Filmmakers Festival in NYC. We did and the only good thing about the movie was our entry into the festival. It was in 1968 in the winter during the first garbage strike. John Lindsay was major.

I learned so much about films and Paul and I had a good time – away from parents for a whole weekend. We saw a pre-screening of The Planet of The Apes with Charlton Heston.

When I returned I began studying film – Ingmar Bergman, Truffaut, Godard and American Film. I started a film club of watching great films and making small films, though we never got around to watching the great films.

I made one successful short film of 3 minutes made via pixilation or 3D animation (now CGI would be used). It was called King Chair. It made a $45 profit and was shown all over the world. When I asked my mom to be in subsequent movies she agreed if I was never to show her face.

I was thinking about going to go to New York University Film School and was toying with schools focusing on Creative Writing but my Guidance Counselor didn’t have the bravery to tell me that my SAT scores abysmally low. She brought me to the lounge of the other Guidance Counselors for their support in telling me. (Who was supporting me?). They basically said I was too stupid to get a BA and should settle for a BFA in film. I was angry and decided to let go of film school for a BA in English.

Writing pervaded my life.

I got side-tracked into psychology and ended up graduating from one of the top 20 universities in the US with a 3.2 cumulative average. I guess that proved I wasn’t stupid. I got a BA in Psychology with 2 Minors – one in English Literature and the other in Philosophy.

Writing pervaded my life. I tried going back into film in the mid to late 80s. I met Robert Altman who gave me an obscure window into his next film but I was too stupid to get it. (Maybe the guidance counselors were right – I was “too stupid”). His next film was The Player.

I’m still writing and doing my other work that I had surrendered into – as a healer. Being a healer/shaman/astrologer is something I have been doing formally since 1990. I have a fantasy novel that is being readied for publication – The Quest for The Green Man and I have been working on a series of 9 science-fiction novels.

Throughout it all I love stories and I love making-up and writing stories. I only wish I could transfer the images I see in my head to the reader’s head or the film goer, but I love the texture and wobble of words to send the images.