Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Aries Rooster thing, you know, like them city folks talk about with all their fancy words. They call it primal astrology, sounds complicated, but it ain’t, not really.
See, you got your Aries, the first one in that circle thingy, the Western zodiac they call it. Always gotta be first, those Aries folks, stubborn as a mule sometimes. And then you got your Rooster, from over in China way. Now, Roosters, they’re somethin’ else. Loyal, yeah, but they can peck at ya somethin’ fierce if you ain’t careful. Always gotta have things their way, kinda like my old rooster back on the farm, always crowin’ even when the sun weren’t up yet.
So, what happens when you put these two together? Boom! You get an Aries Rooster. It’s like mixin’ cornmeal and buttermilk, you get somethin’ new, somethin’ different.
- Aries folks, they’re born in the springtime, when the flowers are poppin’ up and everything’s all new and fresh.
- Roosters, well, they got their own time, every twelve years they come around.
Now, these city folks, they say Aries is kinda rare, not as many of ’em as some of the others. Second rarest, they say. Imagine that! And they say it’s ’cause folks ain’t feelin’ too frisky durin’ Cancer season, when them Aries babies get started. Too busy stayin’ home and not takin’ no chances, I guess.
Roosters, though, they ain’t rare. They come around regular as the seasons. But them Rooster folks, they got their own quirks. They’re loyal alright, but they can be critical too. Always pointin’ out what you done wrong, like my old auntie Mildred, bless her heart. And they can get their feathers ruffled real easy, temperamental they are. Always thinkin’ ’bout themselves, too. Self-absorbed, the city folks call it. Just like that Tom cat we had, always lickin’ himself and never catchin’ no mice.
And numbers! They got unlucky numbers, these Aries Roosters. One, three, and nine. One, ’cause it’s all about bein’ bossy, gotta be the top dog. Three, that’s ’cause they jump into things without thinkin’, like my grandpappy jumpin’ into that cold creek after a fish and catchin’ a cold instead. And nine? Well, I ain’t sure ’bout nine, but them city folks say it’s unlucky.
Now, they got this whole system, this primal astrology, where they mix and match all the signs. Twelve Aries signs in it, they say. And the Aries born in the year of the Rooster, they call it somethin’ special. Goldfinch, that’s what they call it. Like them little yellow birds that come to the feeder in the winter. Pretty little things, but they can be kinda bossy at the feeder, always pushin’ the other birds out of the way.
This here primal astrology, it’s about puttin’ the East and the West together, like mixin’ up a good stew. You got your Western stars and your Eastern animals, all mixed up together to tell you ’bout yourself. Whether you’re new to this star-gazin’ stuff or you been doin’ it for years, it don’t matter. They got somethin’ for everyone, I guess.
They got a whole list of all these different signs, 144 of ’em they say. Aries Rooster is just one, like a single kernel of corn in a whole field. But it’s a special kernel, see? It’s got that Aries fire and that Rooster sass, all mixed up together. Makes for an interestin’ person, I reckon.
So, that’s what I know ‘bout this Aries Rooster thing. Ain’t no rocket science, just common sense if ya ask me. Just like knowin’ when to plant the corn and when to slaughter the hogs. You gotta look at the signs, listen to the wind, and pay attention to what’s goin’ on around ya. That’s what them old timers always said, and it seems to me, it applies to stars and chickens just the same.
Tags: [Aries, Rooster, Primal Astrology, Chinese Zodiac, Western Zodiac, Goldfinch, Astrology, Signs, Temperamental, Loyal]
