It happened to me in my 14th summer, on a hot, fateful day in Woolworths. My big sister Anne & I were wandering the aisles when a tall, shiny weight scale called to us and we approached, lean and unafraid.

It offered up a zodiac scroll, my first... "Your perfect mate is Gemini..." it began..."Johnny is a Gemini!" Annie exclaimed and we both knew we'd found the Holy Grail.

Six months later, Johnny was long forgotten and Anne brought home Linda Goodman's Sun Signs, the sizzling bestseller that ignited the New Age. Not only is it beautifully written, it's so brutally true it's laugh-out-loud funny.

Total gamechanger. I finally knew it's only natural to be only me and not "more like your sweet little..." diabolical sister, who scripted our family chaos. Only natural to be her, too, I guess. So the scapegoat role was imposed on me and astrology guided me back to my true self. It took awhile.

So I clung to that book like a lifeline through the early years of high school. "What's your sign?" I asked anyone who indulged me, hundreds between school and the city buses alone. Good times.

The 1970s were a heady time and Anne and I hit all the hottest astrology lekshiz in Hahvid Squaya, Cambridge. Imagine, if you will, the late, great Isabel Hickey singling you out for a public dissection at barely seventeen.
It was a mortifying, but EUREKA! intro to the planetary frequencies.

As Anne and I slowly, surely expanded our consciousness, there was a burst of serendipity when NYC radio astrologer Paul Guercio came to town in '74 and settled in just down the road from Friendly's. And we were two Friendly girls looking for a little enlightenment.

So we pumped Paul with coffee and he confided his scheme to make the Cosmic Muffin toast no buttah and show old Boston how a real astrologer operates. Then he said these fateful words: "Come to my classes, girls.
I'm just down the road and I bet you two love floor pillows." Well duh.
(I know i know, but NO.)

So we sauntered down to 83 Sycamore to expand our minds in cozy comfort. Life was good. (apart from the usual slow-healing childhood wounds)

One seven year Saturn cycle later, Paul and I were roomies. I booked his consultations and he (ahem) mentored me for four instructive years. Annie went off to make babies and awhile later I did too. It's what Somerville townies do. Paul said so. I don't think it was a compliment.

And in our roomie days I'd witnessed Paul's burnout after most consultations, when desperate seekers sucked him dry and I knew consulting wasn't for me.

And something else... there's a lot to gain from consulting an astrologer, yet much of it is like a foreign language that flies over your head. But if they can learn the language, so can you. And there's so much more to gain when you both speak the same language. And you know your whole story aleady, so knowing your stars is a major advantage all around.

It's like walking your 1000 acres 1000 times and finally having a detailed map. "That hill is a hidden cave? With a singing waterfall and dancing emeralds?? AND a pot of gold?!?" And seeing is believing.

So I thought a how-to book might be in the stars for me. I'd simplify the vital parts so everyone can track their territory and not get lost along the way.

But there was more messy, meaningful experience ahead before my dream began to congeal...

And as my heart would have it, I fell hard for a triple Aries Mac Wizard, a Goodman who charged into town in a white Miata to open the first Copy Plus - a whole lot more.
Time flew and the Wizard taught me what I needed to know. So I built a website and did a (very) little writing as we raised our blended family. And inspired by the tiny being in my belly, I conceived my first two astro tools. Our fifth blessing arrived on the solstice and life was good.
(apart from repeating the usual unhealed childhood dynamics)

MEANWHILE...
Paul was doing his political forecasting thing when a government physicist made him an offer he couldn't refuse: "Guide my programmers to develop a forecasting graph." A few months later they had 'TimeTraks'. It was 1993 and they took it on the road as The Merlin Project.

In 2016 Paul hired me to help with a tsunami of inquiries after the TimeTraks predicted what no one else had, a Trump-Sanders face-off. But free will had the final say and Bernie backed away (twice now). Ladies first I guess. But not even an indomitable will can rise above a low energy TimeTrak.

In 2019 Paul died suddenly (before it was all the rage) , after a devastating betrayal. But he left this world a little wiser and no one can take that from anyone.
The physicist departed with the TimeTraks and that was that.

Paul taught his students to 'keep it simple'. Because simple makes astrology more accessible and not less profound. He and his coattails are sorely missed.

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