Mars; Onward, Onward!

“Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.”-Friedrich Nietzsche

“I’d rather regret the things I’ve done than regret the things I haven’t done.” –Lucille Ball


Associations: Drive. Public Face. Desire. Energy. The Ram. The 1st house. Aries. The top of the skull. Tuesday. Spring Equinox. Rapid speed. Heroism. St. Patrick. The path of the Warrior. Self Discovery. Confidence. Ego drive. Raw power. Motivation.

Bad Habits: Rage; Temper; Intimidation

Color: Red; More Red.

Visual: Jumping on the horse and wildly riding away in every direction possible.

934772_781654518068_2794688201384378131_nAction: Living a truly heroic life by empowering people to get things done.

Style: Action oriented outerwear. Leggings. Comfortable but expressive footwear. Jeans with attitude. Leather Jackets. The color red. Black eyeliner. More red. Spiked necklace. Wild, undone hair. Horned costume wear. A magnetic spirit empowered by an endless drive for more.

Style Icon: Elton John; Milla Jovovich; Ru Paul

Designer: Alexander McQueen; Jean Paul Gaultier

Movie: 300; Game of Thrones (HBO); The Devil Wears Prada; Anchorman

Book: The Art of War; Lord of the Flies; Jane Eyre; Gone with the Wind

Mars Says: “The desires I’ve given you are a blueprint for your action. Get going!”


Smell: Sweat, determination, and hard work.. with a whiskey back.

When Honored: Taking action on your dreams. Making adventures happen. Extreme sports. Extreme anything. Intellectual wars. War in love or business. Acute and finite negotiations. Dancing to your own beat. Eating spicy food. Cultivating the power to survive. Being your true self. Actively seeking inspiration.

When Dishonored: Rage. Anger. Violence. Emotionless sexual abandon. Wars. Fanaticism. Stubbornness. Ignoring others. Spewing hatred. Jealous tirades. Bullying. Dangerous impulse. Pushing your opinions on others. Impatience.

Lesson: Accomplish your goals without trampling everyone in the process.



“What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore — And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over — like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?” – Langston Hughes

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. -Maya Angelou



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