We know that when astrologer reveals a secret, pain, joy, or the most urgent needs and when he's given to think out a solution that is held by the heavens through the character of the inquirer, it is always easy because he had sometimes lived the same thing in his life or character through his gene, so to see an image of a happening is just as to see something already seen, to see someone's feelings as one’s own, as a personal scenery in which you live with all your neighbors or a park nearby where a tramp just like Druškan with his Bobby lives in, or country meadows where grandma had lived her girlhood, every single part - even that certain magazine shop from the traffic light to the left, then first right, which, just like many similar to it, thousands of people with curiosity and impatience visit because there you can buy a sample of Astro Magazin.

Yes, just about everybody has his own magazine shop where he buys his favorite magazine more often than in any other, as well as he has habits, characteristics by which he determines more and lives his life. When it is seen what will be, it’s not a complexity at all, nor some kind of faith, but the hardness is always ignorance, which is secret, and subconscious, which is secret that hides it, so it creates that eternal confusion in astrologer, in his being, but if he’s able to see at least a small part of image, primarily if astrologer recognizes himself in it, whether through self-experience, by logic, hypothetically or even by irrational that whispers: it is precisely so; then he’s able to go around a bewitched labyrinth which he meets with plenty of suffocation and fogginess through eternal ignorance. The goal is to deserve favor of secret, to bear knowledge, to entrust your self to a man, a man that will allow you to see what you carry inside, which is similarly manifested in him, because all time you use your self to see him as companion, always your character that makes the synthesis, just like someone is allowed to lead in battle a whole army against Austro-Hungarians, made of soldiers who somewhere deep inside believe they will win in Kolubara, because the energies are brotherly, harmonically joined, just because everybody gravitates to Duke’s energy. Mišić’s army is the necessity of the people, just as one National Geographic or some Astro Magazin is the necessity of certain people’s interest, or now just as the necessity of different feelings is the creation of one Casablanca, Shane, Gone with the Wind; or to take a whole part of reason, actually a speculative one, as the necessity which creates the work of Agatha Christie with eternal secret which must be revealed to readers at their astonishment.

All of us can be princes, princesses, murderers as Orlov or good heroes like Prince Mishkin or Jean Valjean, or executed till absurdity like Mr. Mercott and Joseph K. in our favorite books or movies, only the question is how much shall we let ourselves, using our energy, to be like them. Our feelings create genres of our favorite movies or books. Even myself, however some may think of me as a mystic, I am sure that one Agatha Christie would have never written a thing, which means she would have never been born, if it weren’t meant, say 100 years later, for my wife who passionately reads such literature to be born as well as for those fanatics like her that exist and that will be born in future.

Or Agatha wouldn’t be there if I weren’t there, because if I weren’t there, then my wife wouldn’t exist as well; than let’s make a joke and say why shpuld anybody be born? But there would have never been Miss Marple nor the nice and above all sharp-minded and up to ideal over-logical Poirot, just as they would have never been there if Agatha weren’t a double Virgo so with her spirit she saw things people seldom see, and when we see a part of it, we cannot do the same things she does, because now it’s a special gift, a royal gift for a whodunit. So, I don’t read her books perhaps because I’m jealous of her ability and my insufficient ability of revelation; hey, I’m an astrologer, I should be the one closer to secret? But everything ends, even for a while, to reduce the score between my muteness and eternal intangibleness.

One day I come home, and I see my wife with her friend in front of TV watching their favorite serial, without blinking. Ah, those today’s women, they don’t ask if you’re hungry or tired, they just stare at TV with Poirot on in the leading role. Well, Poirot might be prettier, more masculine, and more desirable when he is more intelligent, but really not always? Such are women, be good in something, and you’ll be good in everything, because they idealize, although you might not be. Poor Poirot, being chunky, egg-headed with those mustaches, and poor me, or all men when we think about things that women dream of, and what they get from us. Mostly they fall for kingdom, now whether that kingdom is of spirit or castle, it will depend on their character, or ours to present that castle with their weapon – idealizing - even if we don’t have one. So I sit across those two wandered off spirits enchanted by the movie and slowly start to ask them out of my horoscope and then out of theirs – what is happening in the movie? “Pardon me, my ladies; is it about an attempt of murder because of heritage?” They nod their heads, but they still stare hypnotized. Then I ask whether the airman is main character’s husband. Yeah, he is, says the friend of my eternal friend, excuse me – POIROT’S friend, she’s my wife because it’s an exception of nature here. Well, I say, is the house near the sea, and has Poirot twisted his leg or hurt himself in this serial? Now they gave me their female look, a terribly distant one, but still a look.

Then I go: “Do you want me to tell you who’s the person that wants to commit a murder here?” Wow, now they become interested, because they know for sure that I’ve never read let alone watched “Peril at End House ”. Now I am already sure out of my wife’s friend horoscope, which has Mercury conjunct Uranus in 8th house in Scorpio trine Mars in Cancer and trine Moon at the end of Aquarius, that I must figure out lots of things, because I’m represented as an astrologer that is in the range of tangle and entanglement in the favorite movie, a crime story where famous detective reveals the incredible. A horoscope worthy of Agatha’s fans – that of Mercury conjunct Uranus in 8th house in Scorpio, while my wife’s I don’t even dare to mention, because Poirot might hear it, and then, who knows, my children might end up having only a father.

And I ask if someone is in wheelchair because my Saturn is in opposition with Mars, and Moon conjunct Neptune in 4th house in Sagittarius is also opposed to Saturn, so it’s easy for me to assume that since there is action and an attempt of murder, there is also guilt from before that led to a handicap. Now both of them are telling me that a woman is in the wheelchair; then I ask if she has traveled over ocean – and what do I find out – she came from Australia right into the middle of happening. Good, I see that horoscope lives, and then I ask them whether the heiress, represented in my horoscope by Venus conjunct Jupiter in the 6th, squared by Uranus, had lost her husband. “Yeah, he died as an airman”, they say. “And is somebody who owns a ship in love with her”, I ask and they reply it is the captain of the ship. “Nice, nice, and are there any relatives in the picture that might be murderers, i.e. those who’re trying to be the murderers of the rich heiress”, I say, because of Saturn in Gemini. They confirm it, and then I see lawyer as Mars in Sagittarius, but I eliminate him, because Poirot is Mars in Sagittarius as well, but also he is Saturn in Gemini because he must be super intelligent. Then I ask whether the house is hidden, maybe ivy-covered or something like that, and also at the edge of cliff by the sea, all Moon conjunct Neptune, because Neptune is now hiding things, wrapping them; and in opposition to Saturn is a vertical hill, while Moon conjunct Neptune is zero height above sea-level, so we easily see an abyss, beneath the house. In a second I jump off the sitting chair, for the first time go to the corner from where I can see the TV, so I can finally see the face of heiress, at the same time asking whether the heiress has some kind of veil on herself because of Neptune, because she’s hiding herself form something, and what a surprise – in that moment I see for myself: a woman on TV with scarf over her head, hiding her face, while they are, bogusly, evoking spirits so that the cunning Poirot can lead them into giving out the murderer’s identity. Now I even surprise myself, because everything is happening in a split of second…

And then to my disappointment, I haven’t had the time to say who the murderer was, (although I assumed wrong), Poirot was saying that the heiress is the murderer of the real heiress – Moon conjunct Neptune has veiled itself twice – they are cousins and they’re namesakes, their names are Magdala, that is Maggie; the same name has the real heiress and the woman, her cousin, that took her place having previously killed her and impersonated her; because of Moon next to Neptune there are two women, and one is false and a murderer?!!!

Oh I flew so high… then ouch - Poirot is more intelligent, Agatha is undeniable, she’s my Neptune conjunct Moon in the 4th house, which I almost revealed. But in that moment the movie ends, while my horoscope continues to live.

Suddenly I remembered that my wife and her friend, so much in love with Agatha’s work, are namesakes, and so are the heroines of Agatha’s work. Right now I begin to discover the meaning. “Well now, you tell me what were you talking about today while I was away, what I must never find out”, I ask them because I’m suspicious, that Neptune still lives, and if it had hidden a secret from me once, it won’t hide it again, because why should I discover so many things in the movie if there weren’t a certain lesson to learn regarding reality?

They pretend it was nothing, not at all, really. And then after my insisting they confess that this friend, my wife’s namesake, is actually in love with one of my friends, and she was uncomfortable telling me about it. “Ha, ha, ha, Poirot told me”, I say. Now the frenzy begins, now she lives in my horoscope, and I live in hers, so I am digging inside like Matrix, and then I discover.

I asked her whom did she let out on another secret, the one that might compromise her at work. She was petrified and went silent for a few seconds, and believe it or not, at the same time on TV somebody was saying, during that unnatural silence, an old proverb: “If you tell a secret to your friend, be careful, because he has a friend of his own.” Oh, how she went pale, started to tremble, and almost desperately asked me if it would come out. “Everything must come out, because Poirot discovered it also, I discovered it, and see, even these people on TV know what to say and when”, I told her, so why should secret have a name today at all, because once it’s spoken, it no longer exists. “Although”, I said to her, “the whole secret is now in my horoscope in Sagittarius, so it’s benign, you haven’t ‘let out’ on anything bad.” She told me she believed so, she just pointed out a Serbian business idleness to a certain partner that does business with her company, telling him to suggest her superiors what could be done in certain sector to make it more efficient, of which he was grateful to her, the thing was she was just afraid he might name her in front of her bosses, and because she might lose her job.

“No, you won’t lose your job, because not only he won’t compromise you, but he will help you in your future promotion as well, because he surely sees you not as a spy, but as an innovator - as Uranus conjunct Mercury trine Mars trine Moon - who is the only one that sees more than anybody, just like Poirot or some astrologer might see sometimes…”

And it is so clear, and there are so many signs by the road, originating since Crucifixion or the Big Bang, that radiate today like they did back then, so it’s enough to use a single force, should I not say a single or a momentary one yet often an insufficient intelligence, to feel many other people, especially those like us, because feelings that created me, had once created my grandparents and other people, back to Adam and Eve. Because I believe that all people suffer and rejoice the same way, if not at the moment, then in 300 years old gene in which we equally have evil and goodness, and that person in relation with some frost-bitten homeless man near the trash can is exactly me or Agatha Christie or whoever they might have been once, because my sin or sometimes goodness always reciprocates through intensity to somebody’s current state - today, tomorrow or during Atlantis. Whether our grandchildren would be enlighteners or misanthropes, it depends on this very moment that creates them, that colors some percentage of good and evil in them, colors their character, which will help them see the horizons of green Toscana Valley or the Wailing Wall.
And all people with their piece of heaven that come to me with a special question that is actually a whole life, since there is only one Way, will always get a very piece of my darkness or my light, something little deep or something that will become quackery, something which I eternally sense within myself through others.