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Spiritual pioneer Linda Goodman

Spiritual pioneer Linda Goodman
sought the secrets of life
from more than just the stars
by Maria Barron
Time lost its authority to crack the whip over human endeavor in author Linda Goodman’s home in Cripple
Creek, Colorado. True, there were clocks about; approximately the number of clocks you would expect in a
spacious home like hers — the hilltop home where she chose to spend her last earthly years, living, laughing,
praying and pondering in the tiny mountain town she always described as “slipping off the time track.”
Those tick-tocking faces of the fourth dimension, dispensing the day in measured units, were placed in the normal
kinds of spots where people could be expected to look when they wanted to assess just how much time they had
let slip by while chatting, and just how little time was left in which to accomplish all the tasks they had assigned
themselves that day. Only, Linda’s clocks purposely wouldn’t permit such assessment. One might say 10:20 and
another 1:05.
And was it a.m. or p.m.? That might even become hard to gauge in a house like Linda’s, which she kept fully
illuminated ’round the clock in an endless day. Light glowed through the colorful glass of her Tiffany lamps and
through recessed fixtures in the floor and ceiling of the chapel she created in the home’s southern end. Even the
laundry room stayed lit. Even the light inside the dryer stayed on.
“I learned to sleep with the light on,” said Linda’s friend Evelyn Stauffer, who frequently occupied the guest room
and lent a hand when needed. Evelyn lived next door with her husband, Ed, a couple of grandchildren, and
sometimes other souls from an extended family that doesn’t necessarily require blood ties to join. Linda had a
similar attitude about family. “She said I was her sister,” Evelyn said.
Evelyn never asked about the constantly burning lights. She knew after years of “sisterhood” to expect a bit of the
unexpected from Linda. Friends also learned to expect from Linda a steady stream of stories and teachings, an
attitude that ranged from the light-hearted to the imperious, and a fiercely determined brand of generosity. She
practiced what she preached and consistently gave away 50 percent of all her income to animal rights and
environmental organizations, and to friends, relatives and people who seemed as if they could use it.
“I would never take money from her when I did things for her,” Evelyn said. So instead, Linda bought the family
presents. “One time,” said Evelyn’s husband, Ed, “I came home, and here was Linda having a dishwasher
delivered to us. I told her, ‘I don’t want that dishwasher!’ She said, ‘You’re getting it!'”
Every now and then, her friends found they could take Linda’s motto to heart and even “expect a miracle.” When
David, one of the Stauffer’s grandchildren, began to make a habit of sleepwalking through the house at night,
Linda advised putting a purple plate — the kind she discusses in Linda Goodman’s Star Signs — under his
mattress. It worked like a charm, and the sleepwalking never recurred.
Ed is a police chief, with a “just the facts, ma’am” attitude. When he tells the story of David and the purple plate,
he begins with the disclaimer that he doesn’t believe in astrology, the discipline that made Linda Goodman a
household word. Nevertheless, he tells the tale with amazement and respect. He now keeps a small purple plate,
which Linda gave him, with him in his truck. A purple plate decorated with a guardian angel.
“If everyone has a guardian angel,” Evelyn says, “Linda is ours.”
Miracles and magic, galaxies and time — Linda put her own distinctive spin on ideas like these that have
fascinated people throughout the ages. So it came as no surprise to her friends that Linda regularly pooh-poohed
Father Time. In newspaper interviews, she said she didn’t believe in time. In her books, she wrote that time was
an illusion obscuring the “eternal now.”
“I’m not in the habit of wearing watches, because I don’t believe in time,” Linda said in an interview in the Los
Angeles Times. “There is no such thing as time. Time is an illusion. But one has to deal with the false reality of it on
Earth.”
Linda’s road to the peaks of publishing, to the living rooms of film stars and presidents, and eventually to the
starry-skied mountain hamlet of Cripple Creek, began in the hills of West Virginia. Her childhood rotated, in
batches of years or months, between a little town called Parkersburg and a larger university town a couple of
hours’ drive away, called Morgantown, where her relatives lived. She graduated from Central High School in
Parkersburg, home of the Big Reds, in 1943, school officials said. The school is now called Parkersburg High
School.
As an adult, she expanded her travel coast-to-coast. She was part of the first generation whose life paths
suddenly could leave jet trails through the sky, and catching planes was one of the few things Linda believed a
watch was good for. She was a frequent flyer who spent a lot of time in New York, the publishing capital of the
world, and in California, where the new age she helped to usher in with her first book, Linda Goodman’s Sun
Signs, seemed to get a running start. She did much of her writing at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, churning out
page after page during long spurts of inspiration at the typewriter.
Attracted as much to the bustle of the crowd and the lives of the world’s movers and shakers as she was to her
mountain solitude, Linda dined with the Kennedys and spent time with Howard Hughes. She was a close friend
with movie actress Terry Moore, and she entered her decades-long friendship with fellow astrologer Jacqueline
Stallone when Jacqueline’s son Sylvester was a babe in arms. She would tell her friends, with a comic twinkle,
that she had changed young Rocky’s diapers.
Linda was a star in her own right, as her Sun Signs book was the first astrology book ever to earn a spot on the
New York Times Bestseller List. Followed by yet another success with Linda Goodman’s Love Signs, which also
made the New York Times Bestseller list.
Such glittering achievements and such a glamorous circle of friends must have seemed distant dreams while Linda
was growing up. She was an only child with fairly normal childhood routines, attending public schools and church
on Sunday and visiting relatives during summer vacations. But she also, from a very young age, had an unusual,
ecstatic love of thunderstorms, a driving need to seek out answers to the mysteries of life and death, and a life
path that brought the specter of death into her life early and heartbreakingly often. Linda relates a number of her
formative childhood experiences in Gooberz, a sometimes surreal, spiritualist, love story in prose poem form,
which Linda classified as fiction but which reads as a kind of autobiography of the soul.
Linda, whose birth name was Mary Alice Kemery, often wrote that she was born during a thunderstorm on an
April day in an unspecified year. Hers was a home birth, and Linda distrusted her family’s official version of the
event. She believed, according to slightly veiled references in Gooberz, that she was born not in her parents’
hometown of Parkersburg, but instead in a house on Kingwood Street in Morgantown, where her maternal
grandparents and an aunt lived.
Although Linda never revealed the full contents of her own birth chart publicly, a chart cast for around 8:23 a.m.
on April 9, 1925, in Morgantown, West Virginia, matches all the aspects she did reveal about her natal chart and
the circumstances she believed about her birth.
In Gooberz, Linda says she was born in the morning and that she always had a hard time really reconciling who
she was because of her “somewhat afflicted planet in Libra.” That kind of identity conflict fits the astrological
description of a person with the Sun and Moon in opposite signs. In the chart as cast, it is the Moon, representing
the emotional nature, which shows up as Linda’s “somewhat afflicted planet” in gentle, beauty-loving Libra. It
opposes her natal Sun in the fiery, independent and combative sign of Aries. The “graceful conjoining” of the stars
Spica and Arcturus, which Linda mentions in the same description as a blessing in her chart, is there as well. The
two stars are conjoined with her natal moon.
Linda also says her chart was blessed by trines from Gemini, Neptune and Mars. In the chart as cast, Linda’s
ascendant shows up at about 9 degrees Gemini, and indeed there are trines emanating from the point of her
Gemini ascendant as well as from Neptune and Mars. Neptune, the planet of dreams, trines her Sun and Venus.
The ascendant and Mars, both located in quick-thinking, communicative Gemini, trine the mid-heaven point in the
chart. Suggestive of how one might be remembered in the world, Linda’s mid-heaven point is in the New Age sign
of Aquarius.
Also, in the chart as cast, Linda’s ruling planet, Mars, sovereign of Aries, is conjoined with her ascendant,
providing an explanation for why Linda would refer to herself, in newspaper articles and with friends, as a triple
Aries. Only two planets — the Sun and Venus — are in Aries at any time that morning. But with Mars located at
the point of the ascendant, the third dose of Aries Ram energy is added, conspicuously, to the personality.
***
Crystal Bush made the 3-hour trek up the long, twisting mountain road for a one hour meeting with the lady she
had long admired. She spent the entire day in what was to have been a one-hour meeting with Linda. “Lady
Linda” was how Crystal thought of Linda Goodman — a person deserving of a title of nobility. Meeting her that
day had been a wish come true for Crystal. A wish come true and a confirmation of the metaphysical power of
thoughts to manifest as reality.
A Cancerian of Irish birth, a business-woman with a successful London track record, Crystal had come to
America on her thunderbolt path of karma. Crystal’s move to America fit precisely with a prediction she had been
given as a child, when another seer in Ireland foretold her future as he saw it. She had not been afraid of that old
man, who had had the look of a wanderer. There was something very deep about the way he had looked at her.
Linda looked at her that way too, with an intensity, depth and focus. “She looked into my eyes and like an electric
shock, she penetrated my soul,” Crystal said, sitting in her Santa Monica office, recalling the lingering moment
when she and Linda first clasped hands. Crystal had been pursuing her idea to establish a live astrological
network. She had gone through proper channels – meeting first with Linda’s manager – before being granted an
appointment on the mountaintop. There, the hours flew by as the two women exchanged ideas about ways to
assist people in understanding and making progress in their lives. They agreed to work together on a detailed
astrological compatibility guide, one that would look more deeply into planetary comparisons in lovers’ charts than
Linda Goodman’s Love Signs did.
In the car afterwards, Crystal was still pondering the conversation of the day when the winding road down from
Cripple Creek leveled out for a while and another town came into view. Linda’s manager, Jim McLin, who was
driving Crystal on the three-hour trek back to her Denver hotel, pulled up and parked at a roadside restaurant,
and the two went inside for a bite to eat. Crystal was fighting a headache. But a quiet travelers’ dinner turned out
not to be on the evening’s agenda.
Linda, our Queen of Hearts wanted to continue conversing with Crystal, the aquatic Cancerian and the fiery Ram
already had become friends.
***
Linda told interviewers that she began her career writing for newspapers in the eastern and southeastern United
States. She also said she had written speeches for black American civil rights leader Whitney Young, who served
for several years as president of the National Urban League. Her political activism re-emerged at various times
throughout her life. In 1993, she whipped off political letters on both the national and local level. One, to President
Clinton, advised him to study a particular experimental fuel additive as he formed his environmental policies. The
other, a letter to the editor of Cripple Creek’s little weekly newspaper, The Gold Rush, advised local voters to
return incumbent city council members to office.
In her personal life, Linda endured the pain of loss time and time again. She had children who died in infancy and
a daughter, Sarah, nicknamed Sally, who died or disappeared as a young adult.
“She believed Sally was kidnapped,” said Evelyn. Linda looked for Sally in various ways. She also continued to
include dedications in her books to Sally, whose surname was Snyder, and to her other surviving children, Bill
Snyder, Jill Goodman and Michael Goodman.
Linda had three significant romantic relationships in her life. The first, her marriage to William Snyder, and then
Sam Goodman, and the last, her love affair with Robert Brewer, she relates with a unique blend of rhyme and
reason in Gooberz, drawing from her own experiences in those relationships to illuminate her ideas about life and
death, karma, reincarnation and “Twin Selves.”
Linda’s writings suggest that much of her spiritual quest into various faiths and theories of eternal life sprang from
her own need, and the need of people who wrote to her, to find a way for those who mourn to be comforted; for
the springtime, Easter miracle of resurrection and rebirth to be interpreted in a way that brought its promises into
being here and now, in this life on Earth.
She believed in the potential achievement of physical immortality. And she developed a theory of reincarnation
that held that the souls of people who died could, under certain circumstances, re-enter the world in the bodies of
others who were in the midst of life, rather than reincarnating as babies. She indicated that she believed her first
and third lovers were connected in that way.
But during her final years, as she faced declining health caused by diabetes — when her belief in the benefits of
physical immortality would occasionally give way to a desire to move on from this earthly plain of experience —
she would call to the love of her middle years, her second husband, Sam Goodman, who had preceded her in
death.
“Sam was her protector,” Evelyn said. During their marriage, “Sam raised the kids and let her do her thing.” And
so, in the moments she contemplated leaving this life, it was Sam she expected to meet her at the crossing, Evelyn
said. “She would say, ‘Sam, come get me. Come take me home.'”
But when death did come on Oct. 21, 1995, it was unexpected, coming at a time when Linda’s optimism for life
on earth had returned. Her ruling Mars had just entered happy, expansive Sagittarius. She had substantially
completed her work on astrological compatibility that would become the book Linda Goodman’s Relationship
Signs. She was also making plans to write a children’s book on astrology — plans she shared in exuberant
conversations with her friend Crystal Bush, whom Linda had chosen to be her spokeswoman and who now
serves as president of LindaGoodman.net in her honor
Article written by Maria Barron for LindaGoodman.net, and reprinted here by permission. Copyright © 2000 by
LindaGoodman.net, LLC, all rights reserved. Photos of Linda’s homes copyright © 2000 by Maria Barron, all
rights reserved.

Spiritual pioneer Linda Goodman sought the secrets of life from more than just the stars

by Maria Barron

Time lost its authority to crack the whip over human endeavor in author Linda Goodman’s home in Cripple Creek, Colorado. True, there were clocks about; approximately the number of clocks you would expect in a spacious home like hers — the hilltop home where she chose to spend her last earthly years, living, laughing,  praying and pondering in the tiny mountain town she always described as “slipping off the time track.”

Those tick-tocking faces of the fourth dimension, dispensing the day in measured units, were placed in the normal kinds of spots where people could be expected to look when they wanted to assess just how much time they had let slip by while chatting, and just how little time was left in which to accomplish all the tasks they had assigned themselves that day. Only, Linda’s clocks purposely wouldn’t permit such assessment. One might say 10:20 and another 1:05. And was it a.m. or p.m.? That might even become hard to gauge in a house like Linda’s, which she kept fully illuminated ’round the clock in an endless day. Light glowed through the colorful glass of her Tiffany lamps and through recessed fixtures in the floor and ceiling of the chapel she created in the home’s southern end. Even the laundry room stayed lit. Even the light inside the dryer stayed on.

“I learned to sleep with the light on,” said Linda’s friend Evelyn Stauffer, who frequently occupied the guest room and lent a hand when needed. Evelyn lived next door with her husband, Ed, a couple of grandchildren, and sometimes other souls from an extended family that doesn’t necessarily require blood ties to join. Linda had a similar attitude about family. “She said I was her sister,” Evelyn said.

Evelyn never asked about the constantly burning lights. She knew after years of “sisterhood” to expect a bit of the unexpected from Linda. Friends also learned to expect from Linda a steady stream of stories and teachings, an attitude that ranged from the light-hearted to the imperious, and a fiercely determined brand of generosity. She practiced what she preached and consistently gave away 50 percent of all her income to animal rights and environmental organizations, and to friends, relatives and people who seemed as if they could use it.

“I would never take money from her when I did things for her,” Evelyn said. So instead, Linda bought the family presents. “One time, ” said Evelyn’s husband, Ed, “I came home, and here was Linda having a dishwasher delivered to us. I told her, ‘I don’t want that dishwasher!’ She said, ‘You’re getting it!'” Every now and then, her friends found they could take Linda’s motto to heart and even “expect a miracle.” When David, one of the Stauffer’s grandchildren, began to make a habit of sleepwalking through the house at night, Linda advised putting a purple plate — the kind she discusses in Linda Goodman’s Star Signs — under his mattress. It worked like a charm, and the sleepwalking never recurred.  Ed is a police chief, with a “just the facts, ma’am” attitude. When he tells the story of David and the purple plate,  he begins with the disclaimer that he doesn’t believe in astrology, the discipline that made Linda Goodman a household word. Nevertheless, he tells the tale with amazement and respect. He now keeps a small purple plate, which Linda gave him, with him in his truck. A purple plate decorated with a guardian angel.

“If everyone has a guardian angel,” Evelyn says, “Linda is ours.”

Miracles and magic, galaxies and time — Linda put her own distinctive spin on ideas like these that have fascinated people throughout the ages. So it came as no surprise to her friends that Linda regularly pooh-poohed

Father Time. In newspaper interviews, she said she didn’t believe in time. In her books, she wrote that time was an illusion obscuring the “eternal now.”

“I’m not in the habit of wearing watches, because I don’t believe in time,” Linda said in an interview in the Los Angeles Times. “There is no such thing as time. Time is an illusion. But one has to deal with the false reality of it on  Earth.”

Linda’s road to the peaks of publishing, to the living rooms of film stars and presidents, and eventually to the starry-skied mountain hamlet of Cripple Creek, began in the hills of West Virginia. Her childhood rotated, in batches of years or months, between a little town called Parkersburg and a larger university town a couple of hours’ drive away, called Morgantown, where her relatives lived. She graduated from Central High School in Parkersburg, home of the Big Reds, in 1943, school officials said. The school is now called Parkersburg High School.

As an adult, she expanded her travel coast-to-coast. She was part of the first generation whose life paths suddenly could leave jet trails through the sky, and catching planes was one of the few things Linda believed a watch was good for. She was a frequent flyer who spent a lot of time in New York, the publishing capital of the world, and in California, where the new age she helped to usher in with her first book, Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs, seemed to get a running start. She did much of her writing at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, churning out page after page during long spurts of inspiration at the typewriter.

Attracted as much to the bustle of the crowd and the lives of the world’s movers and shakers as she was to her mountain solitude, Linda dined with the Kennedys and spent time with Howard Hughes. She was a close friend with movie actress Terry Moore, and she entered her decades-long friendship with fellow astrologer Jacqueline Stallone when Jacqueline’s son Sylvester was a babe in arms. She would tell her friends, with a comic twinkle, that she had changed young Rocky’s diapers.

Linda was a star in her own right, as her Sun Signs book was the first astrology book ever to earn a spot on the New York Times Bestseller List. Followed by yet another success with Linda Goodman’s Love Signs, which also made the New York Times Bestseller list.

Such glittering achievements and such a glamorous circle of friends must have seemed distant dreams while Linda

was growing up. She was an only child with fairly normal childhood routines, attending public schools and church on Sunday and visiting relatives during summer vacations. But she also, from a very young age, had an unusual, ecstatic love of thunderstorms, a driving need to seek out answers to the mysteries of life and death, and a life path that brought the specter of death into her life early and heartbreakingly often. Linda relates a number of her formative childhood experiences in Gooberz, a sometimes surreal, spiritualist, love story in prose poem form, which Linda classified as fiction but which reads as a kind of autobiography of the soul.

Linda, whose birth name was Mary Alice Kemery, often wrote that she was born during a thunderstorm on an April day in an unspecified year. Hers was a home birth, and Linda distrusted her family’s official version of the event. She believed, according to slightly veiled references in Gooberz, that she was born not in her parents’ hometown of Parkersburg, but instead in a house on Kingwood Street in Morgantown, where her maternal grandparents and an aunt lived.

Although Linda never revealed the full contents of her own birth chart publicly, a chart cast for around 8:23 a.m. on April 9, 1925, in Morgantown, West Virginia, matches all the aspects she did reveal about her natal chart and the circumstances she believed about her birth.

In Gooberz, Linda says she was born in the morning and that she always had a hard time really reconciling who she was because of her “somewhat afflicted planet in Libra.” That kind of identity conflict fits the astrological description of a person with the Sun and Moon in opposite signs. In the chart as cast, it is the Moon, representing the emotional nature, which shows up as Linda’s “somewhat afflicted planet” in gentle, beauty-loving Libra. It opposes her natal Sun in the fiery, independent and combative sign of Aries. The “graceful conjoining” of the stars Spica and Arcturus, which Linda mentions in the same description as a blessing in her chart, is there as well. The two stars are conjoined with her natal moon.

Linda also says her chart was blessed by trines from Gemini, Neptune and Mars. In the chart as cast, Linda’s ascendant shows up at about 9 degrees Gemini, and indeed there are trines emanating from the point of her Gemini ascendant as well as from Neptune and Mars. Neptune, the planet of dreams, trines her Sun and Venus.

The ascendant and Mars, both located in quick-thinking, communicative Gemini, trine the mid-heaven point in the chart. Suggestive of how one might be remembered in the world, Linda’s mid-heaven point is in the New Age sign of Aquarius.

Also, in the chart as cast, Linda’s ruling planet, Mars, sovereign of Aries, is conjoined with her ascendant, providing an explanation for why Linda would refer to herself, in newspaper articles and with friends, as a triple Aries. Only two planets — the Sun and Venus — are in Aries at any time that morning. But with Mars located at the point of the ascendant, the third dose of Aries Ram energy is added, conspicuously, to the personality.

***

Crystal Bush made the 3-hour trek up the long, twisting mountain road for a one hour meeting with the lady she had long admired. She spent the entire day in what was to have been a one-hour meeting with Linda. “Lady Linda” was how Crystal thought of Linda Goodman — a person deserving of a title of nobility. Meeting her that day had been a wish come true for Crystal. A wish come true and a confirmation of the metaphysical power of thoughts to manifest as reality.

A Cancerian of Irish birth, a business-woman with a successful London track record, Crystal had come to America on her thunderbolt path of karma. Crystal’s move to America fit precisely with a prediction she had been given as a child, when another seer in Ireland foretold her future as he saw it. She had not been afraid of that old man, who had had the look of a wanderer. There was something very deep about the way he had looked at her. Linda looked at her that way too, with an intensity, depth and focus. “She looked into my eyes and like an electric shock, she penetrated my soul,” Crystal said, sitting in her Santa Monica office, recalling the lingering moment when she and Linda first clasped hands. Crystal had been pursuing her idea to establish a live astrological network. She had gone through proper channels – meeting first with Linda’s manager – before being granted an appointment on the mountaintop. There, the hours flew by as the two women exchanged ideas about ways to assist people in understanding and making progress in their lives. They agreed to work together on a detailed astrological compatibility guide, one that would look more deeply into planetary comparisons in lovers’ charts than Linda Goodman’s Love Signs did. In the car afterwards, Crystal was still pondering the conversation of the day when the winding road down from Cripple Creek leveled out for a while and another town came into view. Linda’s manager, Jim McLin, who was driving Crystal on the three-hour trek back to her Denver hotel, pulled up and parked at a roadside restaurant, and the two went inside for a bite to eat. Crystal was fighting a headache. But a quiet travelers’ dinner turned out not to be on the evening’s agenda.

Linda, our Queen of Hearts wanted to continue conversing with Crystal, the aquatic Cancerian and the fiery Ram already had become friends.

***

Linda told interviewers that she began her career writing for newspapers in the eastern and southeastern United States. She also said she had written  served for several years as president of the National Urban League. Her political activism re-emerged at various times throughout her life. In 1993, she whipped off political letters on both the national and local level. One, to President Clinton, advised him to study a particular experimental fuel additive as he formed his environmental policies. The other, a letter to the editor of Cripple Creek’s little weekly newspaper, The Gold Rush, advised local voters to return incumbent city council members to office.

In her personal life, Linda endured the pain of loss time and time again. She had children who died in infancy and a daughter, Sarah, nicknamed Sally, who died or disappeared as a young adult.

“She believed Sally was kidnapped,” said Evelyn. Linda looked for Sally in various ways. She also continued to include dedications in her books to Sally, whose surname was Snyder, and to her other surviving children, Bill Snyder, Jill Goodman and Michael Goodman.

Linda had three significant romantic relationships in her life. The first, her marriage to William Snyder, and then Sam Goodman, and the last, her love affair with Robert Brewer, she relates with a unique blend of rhyme and reason in Gooberz, drawing from her own experiences in those relationships to illuminate her ideas about life and death, karma, reincarnation and “Twin Selves.”

Linda’s writings suggest that much of her spiritual quest into various faiths and theories of eternal life sprang from her own need, and the need of people who wrote to her, to find a way for those who mourn to be comforted; for the springtime, Easter miracle of resurrection and rebirth to be interpreted in a way that brought its promises into being here and now, in this life on Earth.

She believed in the potential achievement of physical immortality. And she developed a theory of reincarnation that held that the souls of people who died could, under certain circumstances, re-enter the world in the bodies of others who were in the midst of life, rather than reincarnating as babies. She indicated that she believed her first and third lovers were connected in that way.

But during her final years, as she faced declining health caused by diabetes — when her belief in the benefits of physical immortality would occasionally give way to a desire to move on from this earthly plain of experience — she would call to the love of her middle years, her second husband, Sam Goodman, who had preceded her in death.

“Sam was her protector,” Evelyn said. During their marriage, “Sam raised the kids and let her do her thing.” And so, in the moments she contemplated leaving this life, it was Sam she expected to meet her at the crossing, Evelyn said. “She would say, ‘Sam, come get me. Come take me home.'”

But when death did come on Oct. 21, 1995, it was unexpected, coming at a time when Linda’s optimism for life on earth had returned. Her ruling Mars had just entered happy, expansive Sagittarius. She had substantially  completed her work on astrological compatibility that would become the book Linda Goodman’s Relationship Signs. She was also making plans to write a children’s book on astrology — plans she shared in exuberant conversations with her friend Crystal Bush, whom Linda had chosen to be her spokeswoman and who now serves as president of LindaGoodman.net in her honor

Article written by Maria Barron for LindaGoodman.net, and reprinted here by permission. Copyright © 2000 by LindaGoodman.net, LLC, all rights reserved. .

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How to Recognize LEO
It looked good-natured, she thought;
still, it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt it ought to be treated with respect.
Has anyone said to you lately, “Don’t do me any favors,” but dazzled you with an utterly gorgeous smile as he said it? You’ve been exposed to the big cat. Don’t worry, you’ll recover. What’s a little scorched spot here and there? It’s not at all unusual for Leo to display his arrogant pride and his sunny playfulness at the same time, which is why he gets away with murder.
Leo, the lion, rules all the other animals. Leo, the person, rules you and everybody else. (Yes, yes, I know he really doesn’t. But please don’t tell him. It would break his big, warm, egotistical heart.) It’s best to humor him. Then he’ll purr, instead of roaring and scaring you half to death. The lion alternates between being energetically gregarious and beautifully indolent, as he stifles a luxurious yawn. If you want to study the beast, hit all the bright, sparkling places around town. At least half the people you see living it up in style will be Leos. The shyer pussycats will be at home living it up. Leo hates the dark and boredom equally.
If you see one who blushes easily make sure you aren’t getting a blush confused with a flush of pride or ego. There’s more difference between a blush and a flush than a letter of the alphabet. His face may be pink because he’s been dancing too hard. His cheeks may be suffused with a rosy glow because the love of his life just passed by. But his high color isn’t caused by introversion or self-effacing timidity. There are no introverted Leos. There are only Leos who pretend to be introverts. That’s important to remember. You may find a few lions who keep their ruling Sun
dimmed and go about being strong, dignified 164 and determined quietly. Don’t let that soft purr fool you. Even the gentle Leos are inwardly sold on their royal right to rule friends and family as they peek out from behind the curtains and watch for their chance on stage. If you don’t believe me, just choose a quiet Leo who’s pretending to be an introvert, and attack his pride. Take something away from him which he believes is rightfully his, give him orders and show him no respect. You’ll hear that supposedly gentle cat roar from here to the zoo. It takes a brave soul to challenge him when he’s defending his rights and his dignity. Some Leos mellow with age, but the lion never really lowers his proud head. Never.
As for the physical attributes of this Sun sign, just look around for people who resemble a lion or a lioness, with a mane of hair that sweeps back off the face, and a deceptively lazy look. Leos walk straight and proud, with the smooth glide of the cat. The females combine lithe grace with a hidden, quivering intensity. This last will be disguised by a soft, usually calm and steady nature. But don’t forget that the lioness is always ready to pounce if she feels threatened. Her claws are sheathed, but sharp.
You’ll notice a commanding air and stately bearing, as Leo looks down on all the mere mortals beneath him. Ordinarily, the movements and speech are deliberate. Leos seldom talk fast, run or even walk quickly (unless there’s an Aries or Gemini ascendant or Moon, for example). You won’t ignore the lion for long in a group. He’ll either get the center of the stage with dramatic statements and action-or hell get it by pouting and sulking behind the potted palms until someone rushes over to ask what’s wrong. The sign produces its share of blue eyes, but many Leos, especially the females, have dark brown eyes that are first soft and gentle, then snap and crackle with fire, often round in shape and slightly tilted at the comer. The hair is dark or reddish blonde and usually wavy, worn in a wild, careless style that upsweeps, stands out fully on the top and the sides or is sleeked down tightly, one extreme or the other, and there’s a noticeable ruddy complexion.
Leos have a strange effect on people that’s downright funny to watch. It’s hard to stand in front of the lion without drawing yourself up to full stature, stomach in- shoulders back. I really don’t know whether we peasants do this in imitation of the royal manner of the Leo we’re facing or to gather courage for a possible lecture, for they do love to give free advice. They have a knack for telling you with a slightly superior, condescending manner exactly how you should manage your life.
This love of teaching is why so many Leos end up as educators, politicians and psychiatrists. The exasperating thing is that they’re quite good at rationalizing things and smoothing out the wrinkles in your life. Too bad they can’t manage their own affairs with as much ease and finesse. Still, this is what makes the lion so downright lovable; his honest superiority and excellent abilities, incongruously mixed up with a terrible, transparent vulnerability of ego. The proud, dignified cat vulnerable? Yes indeed. He’s deeply wounded when you don’t respect his wisdom and generosity. To subdue him, simply flatter him. Nine times out of ten, he’ll turn from a roaring beast into a bashful, docile kitten, almost visibly rolling and basking in the warmth of
compliments. It’s this weakness which is the Waterloo for many a stem, autocratic Leo. His vanity is his Achilles’ heel. Fattery acts like catnip to him, lack of respect blinds him with rage and both extremes make him incapable of balanced judgment. There are some Leos who control these tendencies successfully, but they’re always latent in the Sun sign and present to some degree.
Try it sometime. In the middle of receiving one of his lectures, interrupt respectfully and tell your Leo friend he looks positively magnificent in that sweater. The result will probably be an abrupt fall from dignity, as the lion blushes and says, completely disconcerted, “Really? You really think I do?” In most cases, appreciating the intellect works as well as complimenting the appearance.
Leo just can’t help feeling superior and behaving dramatically now and then. One of my children has an August-born teacher. She came home from school one day to say, “Mother, my teacher is so funny. He’s awfully smart about everything, but sometimes he runs around the room and waves his arms in the air and shouts, ‘I’m surrounded by idiots!’ We always giggle, because we know he doesn’t mean it.” Poor lion, even the children know his roar is worse than his bite. It’s only fair to remind you that you may stumble on one who has an afflicted Mars or Mercury with, say, Scorpio rising, and then the bite will be more serious, but we’re speaking now of the typical cat In many ways, Leo is extremely astute. Hell seldom waste his energy trying to get water from a dry well, as Aries often does, which makes him a superb organizer and a wise distributor of duties. His commands are surprisingly effective when he tones down the dramatics, because he can be a master of the simple, straightforward speech, even if it smacks slightly of theatrics. Leo expresses approval generously and openly, and can give almost embarrassingly extravagant compliments. He’s not at all bashful about his displeasure, either. Whatever he says, he usually means. It can soothe or bum, but it never fails to leave an impression.
The regal ways of this Sun sign are splendid when the Leo man or woman is host or hostess. They make you feel you are being entertained in a royal palace. You keep expecting to see a coach and footman pull up outside the door at any moment to drop off Marie Antoinette, or, at the very least, Nell Gwyn and Madame Du Barry. Leos surround their guests with heaps of superb food, fine wines, beautiful women, and soft music. I must admit I do know one lion with strong Virgo planets in his natal chart who serves diced cucumbers sprinkled with herbs, parsley and wheat germ at parties, but the other trimmings are luxuriously leonine, always including the feminine guests. Such pulchritude! Louis XIV never had it so good. But after Louis XIV the deluge-and after many a Leo’s romantic dancing and dining comes a deluge of proposals, passion, tears, anger, apologies, and just plain sentimental confusion.
Now that we find ourselves on the subject of romance, which is a pretty common place to find yourself when you’re involved with the lion, either in person or on paper, we should note that you won’t find many bachelors or spinsters born under this Sun sign. If you come across one, don’t form a definite opinion until you’ve discreetly checked the closet. There’s usually a paramour hiding nearby any lion’s
lair. He may not be married when you first meet him, but he’ll be in love, or just about to be, or hell have recently broken a romantic shackle, and will be wearing a pathetic, lost look. The fiery pride of Leo causes plenty of shattered love affairs and marriages. A lion minus his mate is usually a woeful sight to behold, but when his pride has been injured by a lover or a legal mate, he can drop his sad-eyed look and become pretty fierce and wild instead. Still, there’s no one who can bear more in stoic dignity, or adjust more courageously to depressing conditions with sheer faith and optimism when it’s necessary.
Since forgiveness and sympathy of spirit are part of the big cat’s inner nature, the reconciliations are about as frequent in Leo’s emotional life as the splits, once the fireworks of outraged dignity have sputtered out and he gets lonely. He’s almost continually in the throes of passion, not just with the opposite sex, but with life itself. Life without love, to both lions and shy pussycats, is like a plug without a socket. The Sun forgets to shine for them when romance dies.
These men and women never lean on others. Instead, they prefer to be leaned on. Responsibility toward the weak and helpless appeals to them. Leo may roar theatrically that everyone depends on him and he’s forced to carry the whole load, but don’t pay a bit of attention to his complaints. He loves it. Try to relieve him of his burdens or lend a helping hand, and youTI see how quickly Leo will disdainfully refuse your help. Accepting financial aid is something he especially prefers to avoid. Though he may be broke frequently, he’s always certain he’ll find some way to line his pockets again soon. Very few Leos are cautious with cash. You may find an occasional one who was frightened by a bill collector at an early age, and behaves as if he’s headed for debtor’s prison any moment. But the typical lion is a spectacular gambler at heart, often wildly extravagant; even the rare cat who pinches pennies will dress expensively, and always look well turned out. He wants first class and luxury all the way, and he’ll spend freely on fun and pleasure. Leo will give money to almost anybody. If he’s asked for a loan and he’s short of cash, hell often go out and borrow it from someone else before admitting that the King isn’t in a position to help his ‘needy subjects. That’s a last resort, however, because Leos are mortified to be forced to turn to others for money, advice or encouragement. They have enough ego to supply (heir own encouragement, they’re clever enough to accumulate their own pot of gold-and goodness knows they don’t seek advice readily. One seeks advice only from those above him, and who is superior to the lion?
Leo often runs high fevers, is prone to accidents, sudden, violent illnesses and is usually immune to chronic, lingering disease. Since they seldom do anything halfway, these people either radiate incredible vitality or else complain that they’re not long for this world, the latter a typical reaction to lack of appreciation and starvation for affection. Leos seem to have either superbly strong hearts or some sort of weakness in the heart area. They may suffer from pains in the back and shoulders, spinal troubles, accidents to the legs or ankles, problems relating to the reproductive organs and hoarseness or sore throats. But they recuperate with vigor from sickness, and their main danger is carelessness about health or getting up too
soon when illness strikes. To stay in bed and be waited on flatters the Leo vanity at first, but when he realizes he’s playing the role of weak instead of strong, his spells of incapacitation are quickly conquered.
There’s no inbetween with the Sun-ruled. They are either dreadfully careless and sloppy or meticulously neat and orderly. They rather enjoy gossip, and they feel hurt or left out if something is going on around them they don’t understand. Leos are fixed in nature. It’s hard to sway them from a set path, though they can sway others with convincing oratory. They accumulate only so that they can distribute to others, once they’ve provided themselves with a glittering throne complete with a soft, feather pillow. They can show as much ferocious energy as a steam roller, and then be as sleepily lazy as the cat, stretching out and snoozing in the sun. When they work, they work. When they play, they play. When they rest, they rest. Most lions have an impressive genius for cheerfully delegating messy and unpleasant jobs to others, while they attend to important matters, like deciding who should be elected President and how the war should be won.
Surprising himself, when a real emergency falls on Leo’s strong shoulders, he’ll carry it lightly and never shirk his duty, helping the defenseless, protecting the frightened (though he may be twice as frightened himself inside), cheering the melancholy and tackling his true responsibilities with courage. This is the inbred Leo nature, which will shine forth after the playboy phase has been tucked away with his gaudy hand-painted ties and that guitar he used to play.
The next time you’re on the receiving end of the lion’s proud roar, remember the Queen of Hearts who constantly shouted, “Off with his head,” white everyone’s head stayed securely fastened on. Remember the cowardly lion in “The Wizard of Oz” who tenderly nursed his beautiful tail in injured dignity, anxiously searching the world over for the gift of true courage, only to find he was really the bravest one of the group when the real crisis came.
Leo is a fiercely loyal friend, a just but powerful enemy, creative and original, strong and vital-whether he’s a quiet or a flamboyant lion, for there are both kinds. He dresses in glorious raiment, appropriate to his colorful personality. We overlook his arrogance, his sometimes insufferable ego, his rather ridiculous spells of vanity and laziness, because his heart, like his metal, is pure gold.
Brimming over with fun and generosity, the gay, affectionate lion prances in a field of poppies when his Sun is high in the sky-and the dice he throws with confidence bear the numbers one and four. Leo proudly wears a topaz for luck, then pushes it too far, but he has a true inner dignity and grace that lets him carry his misfortunes with courage. The warm, yellow rays of his cheerful hope deepen to orange in the sunset’s glow, and his nights are bright with a thousand stars.
Famous Leo Personalities
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The LEO Man
” ‘Tis love-’tis love that nukes the world go round!”
When Gray wrote the lines about a flower “born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air,” he certainly wasn’t describing a Leo. You might see this man basking in the bright sunlight, and you may find him making flowery speeches, but it won’t be in the solitude of the desert. Most likely it will be on a stage or in front of a circle of adoring friends and relatives. He may waste money, but he’s not about to waste his sweetness in the empty air. There will always be an audience.
There you are, in a nutshell. The secret of snaring the lion is that simple. Be his audience. Totally different from the reluctant Virgo and Aquarian males, your Leo pal will happily succumb to the throes of delicious romance, if you play your cards right, adore him, flatter him, and respect him.
Is he a flamboyant August male? Wear dark glasses and submit to his brilliant sunlight. Is he one of the gentle, quiet Leos? Don’t be taken in by his sleek softness. Stroke him the wrong way and sparks will fly. Remember, he’s only playing the role of the meek soul. Beneath his courteous manner and patient fixity are smoldering fires of proud dignity and arrogant vanity, ready to flame up and bum the pushy female silly enough to think she can rule him.
The lion will be a chivalrous and gallant suitor, tenderly protective and sentimentally affectionate. You won’t need to lay much of a trap to tempt him into romantic advances. One might say Leos possess a kind of instant passion. Just add opportunity-mix well with candlelight and lush violins-and love’s in bloom like the red, red rose. As a matter of fact, you can leave out the candles and music if they’re not handy, and just use the first ingredient. Same thing.
If love is missing from his life, the fiery lion will simply pine away-dramatically, of course. He has to be worshiped or die, and you can just about take that literally. Leo males seldom spare expenses when they’re courting. You’ll be taken to the best restaurants, showered with perfume and flowers, proudly escorted to the theater and you’ll tie a ribbon around some pretty fantastic love letters. To tell you the truth, you’d have to have a heart made of stone to resist.
By now, you’re probably thinking you’ve got it made.
Think again. That leonine romance won’t be completely trouble free. You might take a lesson from the pampered favorites of royalty. Leo will invite you into his den and warm you at the hearth of his big heart, but the lion’s lair can turn into a plush, luxurious prison. Is he jealous? The answer is “Yes,” and you can spell it with big electric light bulbs. You belong to him, body, soul, and mind. He’ll tell you what to wear, how to part your hair, what books to read, which friends are best for you and how to organize your day better. He’ll want to know why you were gone for two hours shopping when you said you’d be back in one hour, who you met on the way, what they said- and he’ll even pout if you don’t tell him what you’re thinking as you stare out the kitchen window while you’re scrambling his eggs. After all, you could be thinking of another man. Just don’t ever forget the force of his impulsive temper
when it’s aroused. Teasing him by occasional flirtations to prove to him you are still desirable is absolute folly. He knows you’re desirable. He needs no proof whatsoever. Besides, your Leo man is liable to flatten your innocent masculine friends to the floor-if not put them in the hospital-when he’s pushed too far.
All is not roses and honey in a love affair with a lion, and that includes the quiet pussycats along with the flashy torn cats. There’s no difference in the basic nature. Every woman in love with a Leo should get a copy of Anna and the King of Siam and study it well. The Siamese monarch was a typical Leo and youll get invaluable tips from Anna’s technique. First the provocative challenge to interest him, then final feminine submission after you’ve taught him you won’t be completely devoured. Truly, her story is a must. Sleep with it under your pillow.
Be prepared to balance his great enthusiasms with calm reason and willing to soothe him as he blows up problems intr> hnop. (timensions. The eentle Leos do this quietly, but what’s the difference? Whether he roars and rages because his employees refused to obey him, or pouts on the back porch because the neighbors snubbed him the end result is identical. He needs your stability to balance his irrational pride. If you don’t possess it yourself, your love may turn into a constant battle royal. You’ll be breaking up and making up with such speed that your astonished friends will ask, “Where’s the fire?” Where? Why, right inside your cozy lion’s den. .
Don’t try to be a career girl. He’ll never stand for it He’s your career. The lion may permit his mate to go out hunting for a few skins when the bank account gets low, but she’d better make it clear the job comes last, after him and the home nest. He won’t tolerate competition from a male or an outside interest. If you’re brave enough to accept these challenges, go ahead and buy your trousseau, but be sure it’s stylish. He’ll want to show you off in his own Easter Parade, in December as well as in ApriL Embarrass him by appearing in public looking anything but queenly and you might miss a familiar face in the church while the choir is singing “Oh, Promise Me”-his.
After you’re married, mated, and deeply loved, count your rewards. Your Leo husband will be as kind and good-hearted as King Arthur, provided you let the family revolve around him. If he gets the respect he demands, hell repay it by pouring out generosity. You may be told how lovely you look repeatedly, he’ll probably give you a large allowance, and-wonder of wonders, with his romantic dis-position-he’ll be likely to remain faithful. There’s always a better chance of that after marriage than when he’s single, and I’ll tell you why. The lion is usually too lazy to chase pretty faces, once he’s found a lioness who will capably run his kingdom, while he luxuriously snoozes in the hammock. Hell play affectionately with his cubs, protect his mate from all danger, and thrill her with his ambition to rise to a position of impressive superiority in his career.
You will lead an active social life with your Leo husband, as long as he gets his beauty sleep. But there will be a few nights out with the boys, and there may also be
some juggling of finances, due to sudden gambling urges, or a chance investment he thought would pay off. A Leo man I know once bought ten shares in an oil well. Although he was onlv one verv minor stockholder among thousands, about twice a month, he would visit the site of the drilling and look important. When anyone asked him what he wanted, he would tell them, “I’m just checking to see how things are going with my well.” The drillers treated him with great respect. They thought he was a member of the Board of Directors.
Take it all in stride-there are compensations. How can he scold you for buying that expensive mink hat after he lost the price of a mink coat in a little game with the fellows or after he spent your savings at an auction on two box cars of folded cardboard cartons in assorted sizes, when he took a notion to go into the mail order business? (Then he couldn’t use them because it turned out that they were stamped all over with the words “Rat Poison” and a large skull and crossbones.) Keep him away from auctions if you have to lock him up, because he has an irresistible urge to bid higher than anybody on anything at any time He’ll be quite the check grabber in public too, cheerfully saying, “The treat’s on me,” with the money for the new freezer. Leo would be right at home in Texas or Las Vegas, where he would instantly be recognized as a high roller (unless his Moon or ascendant dictates econ-omy).
There’s one thing about the lion you may find very handy. Almost all Leos have a marvelous knack for fixing things. It can be anything from a broken door knob or a stubborn bathroom faucet to a tape recorder or a complicated stereo hi-fi set. If he’s a typical Leo, he won’t be able to resist trying his hand at making something work when it’s on the blink. If all else fails, he’ll give the offending machine or whatever a resounding kick in splendid leonine anger, and suddenly the door knob will turn, the water will spray like Niagara Falls, the tape recorder will start talking and the hi-fi will start singing. There seems to be something mechanical about this Sun sign. Lots of Leo men can take engines apart and put them back together again, hardly soiling their hands in the process. He’s not the type to let a hinge hang for months un-screwed or a carpet lie on the floor untacked. A surprising number of lions are experts at making their own furniture and building an extra room on the house with no professional help. He may have his own workshop in the basement. Don’t complain about a little sawdust on the floor. It keeps him contented-and home at night.
The lion is the life of most parties, but he’s no fool. He wears the jester’s mask to get attention, and his audiences usually sense they’d better respect him during his temporary playful spells. Regardless of appearances, there’s nothing easygoing about the inner nature of your Leo man. He’s far more steadfast and tenacious than he seems. He knows what he wants, and he usually gets it. He’s pretty good at keeping it, too.
If you expect him to be faithful during the courtship, be sure you keep him well nourished with romance and affection or his huge need for love and admiration will make him stalk all over the jungle in search of it. If your relationship is real and
deep, he’ll probably be true to you, but his eyes may wander a bit. Other than keeping him blindfolded, there’s very little you can do about that. Leo appreciates beauty, so if you’re the type to get jealous over an appreciative glance at another female, you’d better get tolerant fast. A Leo man whose lady love leaves him because of his flirting will be honestly hurt and astonished. He’s entirely capable, then, of faking anything from a heart attack to a tear-stained farewell note to get you to sympathize and run back into his big, warm arms, and hell be so convincing you’ll feel like a cruel monster. Unless you enjoy emotional, dramatic scenes yourself, it’s much less trouble to understand him in the first place. His capers will probably be innocent and harmless anyway, if you’re treating him right. Never overly sensitive to the feelings of others, in spite of their basic kindness, most Leo men are so wrapped up in themselves that they can be brutally frank and untactful. But his dazzling smile soon clears the air. The warm lion doesn’t have a malicious bone in his strong, graceful body. He may blow off terrifying steam, yet malice is not a part of his make-up and he can’t cope with real cruelty (unless there’s an affliction in his natal chart). He will enjoy sports, but as he grows older, he will prefer to watch them from the comfort of his padded throne, while you wait on him.
Not always, but very often, there’s an odd twist to Leo males. Unlike the Capricorn, who seeks to rise socially through wedlock, the lion sometimes tends to marry be-neath him. He has as much desire for social status, but he just can’t resist acquiring a “subject” to whom he’s superior. Sometimes he makes a wrong choice, and the shrinking violet who sat adoringly at his feet makes a surprise move to grab the sceptre away from him. When that happens, the dethroned Leo is a miserable husband who .wears the tragic compression of an exiled monarch.
It’s sad. but true- that Leos seldom raise large families. Many of them have no children, are separated from them, or raist an only child. Too bad, because they make warm, wonderful fathers, perhaps somewhat too permissive between sten talks about prope’ behavior. Your offspring may chafe under his demands and be bored with his long lectures, bui they’ll soon learn how to flatter him into sub-mission. He’11 insist on their respect and get it, but they’re liable to wheedle him out of anything by the clever usage of “Yes, Sir. You’re right. Sir.” Therefore, the real discipline may be up to you. The children may resent his arrogant ways. but Leo fathers are almost always remembered with affection in later years. One tip. Don’t give the youngsters more attention than you give him, or you may end up with quite a lot of trouble on your hands in the form of a giant bruised ego, which will be nearly impossible to heal.
How can you size up the puzzling male Leo? Is he kindhearted or dangerous, generous or cruelly selfish? Is he really a sociable fellow who loves people? Does he gain his reputation for superiority under false pretenses, or does he, like the real lion, deserve to be called King? Obviously, by his own standards at least, he does deserve to be the Lord and Master in his love life and his career. You have to admit that he’s usually highly successful in both romance and business.
Whether the Leo man is truly a king, or just a pretender to the throne, we may never
know. But there are several things you do know about your own lion. He has in-satiable appetites, and he’s as proud as a peacock. He has am enormous need to command and to be loved by those he rules. Remember that Leo secretly fears he may fail and be ridiculed. It’s a constant inner torture, and the true source of his vanity and exaggerated dignity. Yet, when his nobility has been aroused by a great cause, he knows no fear. Only then does the lion learn that the magnificent strength and courage he’s been pretending to have has really been there all along.
Your Leo may drive you wild by his antics during courtship, but he’s not at all a bad mate for a long term possibility. If you don’t mind submerging your ego, and building your life around his, once you’ve tamed this man, you’ll be adored and youll never be lonely again. Besides, he can fix those bathroom faucets.
The LEO Boss
“Now don’t interrupt me, I’m going to tell you all your faults
It puzzled her very much at first But after watching it a minute or two She made it out to be a grin.
You have a Leo boss and you’ve worked for him for over a year? Really? You must be a very good listener.
Your Leo boss will probably feel that corporate taxes, government regulations and union rules were all invented as a personal conspiracy against him, but he’ll dispose of them easily. Most lions are excellent organizers and perfect geniuses at delegating authority. His way of implementing such annoying situations is to turn to you and dictate, with great nourish, some resounding phrases on the general subject, then wave his hand regally, and with a gorgeous smile say vaguely, “You take it from there.” Then he’ll probably add that he’d like the report completed and placed on his desk as soon as possible. “Take your time,” he’ll say. “As long as I get it before noon tomorrow.” Leos are not fond of details. They prefer to paint the picture in bold strokes and let you worry about bothersome trifles like figures and statistics.
The classic example of a Leo boss is one I know who called in his secretary to dictate an answer he had prepared for an especially important client. “Have you de-cided what you want to say?” asked the innocent girl, shorthand book open, pencil poised. “Yes, I have,” smiled her Leo employer. “Tell him maybe. Got that? Maybe. You fill in all the other stuff.” With those masterful instructions, he cheerfully went to lunch where he entertained several people at an expensive bistro, played a few rounds of golf, returned to the office around five o’clock and wanted to know if the letter was ready. It was. (The secretary was a Virgo.) After reading it with solemn
approval, the Leo reached for the phone and quoted the letter to an associate. His words floated through the office door to the long-suffering secretary. “How do you like it?” he asked into the receiver. “I think I did an excellent job of putting the whole situation together and making it clear where we stand, don’t you? Of course, I’ve always had a way of expressing myself. My wife is always telling me I should be a writer,” he finished modestly.
This may be a somewhat extreme case, but you will find echoes of such an attitude lingering in the air if you have a typical Leo boss. Give him all your original ideas. He’ll love you for it. August-born executives tend to favor employees who add creative thinking to the firm. However, be prepared to see him grinning like a Cheshire Cat the next day as he proceeds to organize the plan you gave him the night before, tossing out the startling comment, “It’s one of the best ideas I ever had.” He honestly believes he thought of it first. Truly. Of course, you triggered his imagination, which is why you’re so valuable to him. But it was his idea. Remember that.
Now and then your Leo boss may seem a tiny bit ungrateful. Like he’ll toss a huge stack of letters on your desk because he can’t be bothered or bored reading them himself. Then the next morning, when you’re bleary-eyed from staying until midnight to finish the extra work he threw at you, hell shake his lion’s mane disapprovingly, and mumble a comment on the sloppy condition of your desk, as he walks to his own plush lair. Oh, yes, he’s almost sure to have a luxurious private office. It may have soft .lights, music, flowers, a down-cushioned sofa and a cherry-wood desk. Even if the budget is small, you’ll seldom find him surrounded by pineapple crates and dingy window panes with no draperies. The walls may be covered with excellent prints of good paintings or photos of himself, taken with important dignitaries. Any awards or certificates he’s earned will be neatly framed, and hung in a prominent
spot.
Another Leo boss I know had an assistant who worked overtime every night and all day on Saturdays and Sundays for three months on a special promotion. She also managed to move filing cabinets, pack huge boxes of merchandise and change the bottles in the water cooler every other day. Meanwhile, she found time to do her boss’s Christmas shopping and pick up his cleaning once a week. One bright, sunny morning she overheard him singing her praises to a vice president of the firm. “That Hester is a real jewel,” he was saying. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. The girl is really fantastic. Of course, she’s a little bit lazy, but you can’t expect to find everything in one person.”
Did Hester quit on the spot? I should say not. Why should she let a little thing like that bother her? She’s a smart girl, who knows that anyone’s efforts seem drab when they’re compared to her boss’s fabulous vitality (in between his daily beauty naps on the velvet chaise lounge in his private office). Why should she leave a boss who never fails to admire her new dress? She would hardly hand in her resignation to a
man who presented her with a topaz bracelet for her birthday, a set of Waterford crystal for her hope chest, and who so sweetly understood that the color of her typewriter made her nervous. He even painted it bright yellow for her, though he was a little sloppy, and some of the paint dripped on the keys. It came off on her fingers for weeks afterwards, but she didn’t mind, because it was a pleasure to wash her hands every hour with the scented soap he keeps in the washroom.
Her Leo boss helped her father find a new job, paid her mother’s hospital bill, and generously gave in to her requests to hire her cousin in the mail room. Besides, she’s proud of his reputation in his profession. He won two awards last year; he’s dictating a book to her about his life;
he’s listed at the top of the best dressed men in Esquire;
he’s deeply in love with his wife, adores his children, and has caused the firm’s profits to go sky high, in spite of those wild chances he took a couple of times. He seldom notices if she takes extra time at lunch. Last week, he found her a larger apartment with lower rent and scolded her fiance because he wasn’t treating her right. Quit? What do you mean, quit?
If you’re a man who works for a Leo executive, you have some special problems. Be original, daring, creative, and hard working. But remember that he will always be more original, daring, creative and hard working than you -Tn his eyes. Say “Yes” to most of his brainstorms (and he’ll Have quite a pack of them in the course of a week). If you must say “No,” precede it with a huge compliment and close it with another one. Sandwiched in between that kind of appreciation, he might accept it. But be tactful and proceed carefully.
Even the gentler, less showy Leo executives normally like to spread sunshine, and have oodles of delightful charm. When your leonine boss gets every last ounce of credit he deserves, plus an extra helping of respect for good measure, he’ll make you glow with his praise of a job well done. He’ll never be stingy with compliments. He won’t hold back his disapproval either. The lion is apt to point out your mistakes with very little discretion. Employees with ultra sensitive natures would be happier working elsewhere. So would those with large egos of their own. There’s more than a trace of arrogance in your Leo employer, but it’s probably tempered with good-natured optimism. He’ll keep things humming and running smoothly. Leos were born to command, with an enviable talent for assigning the right jobs to the right people and seeing that they’re finished on time.
Office intrigues will anger him. He simply can’t stand people keeping secrets from him. He must know everything that’s going on. Don’t be annoyed if your Leo boss is a bit nosey about your private affairs or gives you lectures on how to run your personal life. It’s really a stamp of royal approval. It means he likes you enough to want to protect you by giving you the advantage of his superior wisdom.
Leo bosses can be very funny. They can have fearful rages, and then pout behind
closed doors for hours when they think they’ve been insulted. They melt under flattery despite themselves. They dress well, eat well and sleep well. They’re warm and generous to a fault, and if they get the respect they demand, they can turn failure into victory overnight with an awesome strength of character. The lion gets tremendous inner satisfaction from giving orders, and delivering lectures is something he’s especially fond of doing.
You may have the kind of Leo employer who hides his hunger for the spotlight under a quiet demeanor. But the typical dignity, pride and vanity of the Sun sign is just as much a part of his basic nature as it is with the dramatic types. Any doubts? Try to puncture his ego in the smallest way; then stand back out of range.
One Leo boss I had, who fell into the quiet pussycat category, used to call a special meeting of the entire staff in his office every Tuesday morning. The ostensible reason was to improve working relationships, but the real motive behind those weekly sessions was that they were the shy Leo’s big chance to deliver his thoughts to a captive audience. Bless his heart, it was his moment on stage.
When he’s treated right, there’s no one on earth who can be as lovable as the lion. What if he does seek admiration in huge doses to feed his insatiable vanity? Most of the time, he honestly deserves to be admired. He may plagiarize your ideas and rob you of credit now and then. You may weary of listening to his condescending advice and of telling him how super he is. But no other boss would have let you keep the baby carriage right next to your desk that time you lost your sitter. Of course, you would have preferred the time off to care for the infant at home. But the boss needed you at the office. And after all, he’s the baby’s Godfather.
The LEO Employee
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright-And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
If your employee is a typical Leo, it will be almost im-| possible to ignore him. If he’s a quiet Leo, it wouldn’t J be wise to ignore him. The more aggressive lion will
force j you to appreciate his talents and recognize his value by | simply telling you how wonderful he is. The shy pussycat
type will pout until you give him the same treatment. | It adds up to the same thing. Don’t ignore your Leo em-‘ ployees.
Whether the lion roars from center stage or bides his time in the wings, he is proud. He is dignified. He knows his superiority and he doesn’t want anyone to overlook it. ; Leos are not the kind to hide their light under a bushel. | If tribute isn’t paid to their vanity, both types of lions will find another savannah to honor with their presence. They can’t bear to be underestimated.
All Leos love titles. The bigger and fancier, the better. ; Offer the lion a substantial raise, but give the fellow at the next desk the title of “Chief of Office Coordination,” and the lion won’t thank you for the extra cash in his pay envelope. He’ll be too busy brooding over the increased status of his co-worker, who couldn’t possibly deserve such a promotion as much as he does, of course.
It’s not perversity that causes him to insist on his rights. He was born to be the master of all he surveys. Leadership is an inherent part of his nature and impossible to root out completely. Leo is fully equipped to take charge. He feels useless and helpless, as well as unwanted, when he’s not assuming some kind of obligation. If there’s nothing else available to build his sense of importance, hell get it by handing out free advice to his friends and family. Strangers won’t be neglected, either. Leo scatters his pearls of wisdom impartially. He’ll tell you how much you should pay for having an extra room built over your garage, counsel your secretary about her alimony problems, inform the cleaning woman what kind of ointment to use on her sore toe, and explain to the mailman how he could make his deliveries more efficiently. The less important he is on the job, the more seriously he’ll practice his counseling service,
I know one Leo man (the quiet type) who worked for a large company. For years, his family had the vague impression that he was the district sales manager. In reality, he was an ordinary salesman and a route supervisor, as well as one of the most indispensable men in the company. Since he couldn’t be sales manager until the well-qualified man who held the title had retired, the Leo swallowed his injured pride, and satisfied his leonine vanity by allowing his family to assume he had the position.
His enormous sense of responsibility was evident in his consistent loyalty and devotion over the years. He spent a quarter of a century supplying creative advertising ideas to the firm that paid off in steadily rising profits. At the same time, he competently supervised the company’s truck routes at all hours, in all kinds of weather, and waited for the recognition he deserved, but his promotion to the top position was always just around the corner. When the sales manager finally retired, a younger man was brought in from New York to take over. That was the day the Leo quit. There was a heavy Capricorn influence in his chart, so the situation was
easier for him to bear than it would have been for the typical Leo, but he’ll carry the scars of the deep wound to his pride all his life. There’s nothing in this world as sad as the sight of the dignified lion robbed of the respect he desperately seeks and has honestly earned.
You had better make a note that the leonine sense of responsibility, which can be so impressive, usually doesn’t show itself until maturity. In his youth, the lion is the classical playboy, prancing joyously through days and nights of wine, women and song, wearing the flashiest clothes in the group, making everyone laugh at his clown-like antics and roaring when someone steps on his magnificent tail.
It’s usually wise to use young Leo employees in promotion and sales. They’re natural showmen, and they’ll keep your customers happy with their warm, sunny dispositions. Later, as they mature, the big cats can gradually be eased into the top positions, where they’ll usually live up to every bit of responsibility you give them. It’s a smart boss who knows at what point the lion has graduated from the role of playboy prince to the just, dignified king.
It’s a strange thing about Leos of both sexes. Underneath their brave fronts, they secretly fear they have no real courage They can behave with the most exasperating pride and outrageous vanity, display insufferable ego, exhibit periods of pure laziness. Then along comes a crisis or emergence, either on the job or in their personal lives. Suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, the lion and lioness show themselves to be the steady ones. Only under great pressure, weighed down by the heaviest burdens life has to offer, does the inner strength born in this Sun sign come forth in all its glory.
Jacqueline Kennedy’s childhood of ease and comfort left people totally unprepared for her incredible courage in the face of unspeakable tragedy. The Leo with the reputation of a playboy will surprise his friends when he bravely and cheerfully supports an invalid wife and two elderly aunts after a thoughtless, carefree, irresponsible youth. Those born under the sign of the Lion and ruled by the Sun never guess what awesome power they possess until the test comes. Until that time, always remember, they are only pretending to be strong. The lion’s fierce roar hides an inferiority complex which is totally unnecessary.
If Leo can’t be the boss, then he must have a position where he can display his talents and abilities to the world in some way. After changing jobs a dozen times because he hasn’t advanced to at least a vice presidency, the typical Leo will usually head for a profession where he can be his own boss. If the role of executive or leader is denied them, they’re happier as teachers, salesmen, doctors, lawyers, managers, counselors, speakers, announcers, actors, actresses, writers or even plumbers and tourist guides. The lion seeks an occupation which allows him to give his superior knowledge to others in some manner, or to stand in the bright spotlight of publicity. They shine the brightest in the fields of politics and public relations.
Keep in mind that the Leo employee will either become an executive on your own
level in a reasonable length of time, or he’ll leave. He can never be content to work behind the scenes. The applause he needs is out front. Still, you’re lucky to have the lion for whatever period he remains with you. He’ll work harder than almost anyone else to show you what a wonderful person he is, and a steady supply of compliments will inspire him to a point where he’ll show an unbelievable vitality far beyond the limits of normal endurance. Withholding flattery from your Leo employee will rob you of at least fifty percent of his potential value.
See that your lioness gets her vanity plumped up regularly too. Occasionally bring her a yellow rose to tuck in her hair, and never mind the whispers of the gossips. You can’t afford to lose her. The gossips don’t have her virtues and abilities. Tell her frequently how lovely she looks, how smart she is, and occasionally hand her com-plimentary tickets to a concert or a gala affair. Always two tickets, please, because the Leo girl will invariably be married, be in love or have a special boy friend in all seasons.
As for the lion, take him to lunch often, in an expensive restaurant, where important people can see him with the big man. Let both your male and female Leo employees be the ones to train new workers when you can. They won’t mind the extra work, they’ll be proud of the responsibility and they’ll love telling others what to do and how to do it.
A little astrological psychology, cleverly applied, can make your proud, touchy Leos a real credit to the company. They’ll decorate the office with their grace and enthusiasm. Surround them with bright lights, vivid yellow or orange draperies and carpets, and the most expensive desks and typewriters you can afford. Nothing depresses a Leo’s spirit more than having to work with shabby, obsolete equipment, unless it’s working with pessimistic, unimaginative people.
They’ll need generous expense accounts and a little extra time for lunch. Meals are social occasions for Leos, and they use such opportunities to practice their art of promoting. Just give them the barest idea to start with, and they’ll explode it into a dramatic campaign which may bring in lots of new customers. You can’t expect them to operate at full speed when they have to watch the clock and worry about money. Leos can be fast with figures, but somehow they seldom learn the knack of counting pennies.
As for the clock, it cramps their style. The lion is easy to tame, when you know how. Relax the rules slightly and let down the bars a little. These employees can’t be fenced in, or they’ll sulk away the hours and lose their bright incentive.
It’s smart to hire a Leo. He’ll add a dash of excitement and he can carry some gigantic loads on his back without complaining. He needs a rich diet of compliments, authority, raises, titles and freedom, but it’s not too high a price to pay for his intelligence, loyalty, faith, ideas and sense of responsibility. After all, how many bosses have royalty on the payroll? Feed both your big cats and shy pussycats plenty of catnip, and they’ll justify it by being your biggest boosters, as proud of
your company as if they owned it themselves. The lion’s heart is as big as his ego.
“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?” “I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
How to Recognize LEO
It looked good-natured, she thought;
still, it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt it ought to be treated with respect.
Has anyone said to you lately, “Don’t do me any favors,” but dazzled you with an utterly gorgeous smile as he said it? You’ve been exposed to the big cat. Don’t worry, you’ll recover. What’s a little scorched spot here and there? It’s not at all unusual for Leo to display his arrogant pride and his sunny playfulness at the same time, which is why he gets away with murder.
Leo, the lion, rules all the other animals. Leo, the person, rules you and everybody else. (Yes, yes, I know he really doesn’t. But please don’t tell him. It would break his big, warm, egotistical heart.) It’s best to humor him. Then he’ll purr, instead of roaring and scaring you half to death. The lion alternates between being energetically gregarious and beautifully indolent, as he stifles a luxurious yawn. If you want to study the beast, hit all the bright, sparkling places around town. At least half the people you see living it up in style will be Leos. The shyer pussycats will be at home living it up. Leo hates the dark and boredom equally.
If you see one who blushes easily make sure you aren’t getting a blush confused with a flush of pride or ego. There’s more difference between a blush and a flush than a letter of the alphabet. His face may be pink because he’s been dancing too hard. His cheeks may be suffused with a rosy glow because the love of his life just passed by. But his high color isn’t caused by introversion or self-effacing timidity. There are no introverted Leos. There are only Leos who pretend to be introverts. That’s important to remember. You may find a few lions who keep their ruling Sun dimmed and go about being strong, dignified 164 and determined quietly. Don’t let that soft purr fool you. Even the gentle Leos are inwardly sold on their royal right to rule friends and family as they peek out from behind the curtains and watch for their chance on stage. If you don’t believe me, just choose a quiet Leo who’s pretending to be an introvert, and attack his pride. Take something away from him which he believes is rightfully his, give him orders and show him no respect. You’ll hear that supposedly gentle cat roar from here to the zoo. It takes a brave soul to challenge him when he’s defending his rights and his dignity. Some Leos mellow with age, but the lion never really lowers his proud head. Never.
As for the physical attributes of this Sun sign, just look around for people who resemble a lion or a lioness, with a mane of hair that sweeps back off the face, and a deceptively lazy look. Leos walk straight and proud, with the smooth glide of the cat. The females combine lithe grace with a hidden, quivering intensity. This last will be disguised by a soft, usually calm and steady nature. But don’t forget that the lioness is always ready to pounce if she feels threatened. Her claws are sheathed, but sharp.
You’ll notice a commanding air and stately bearing, as Leo looks down on all the mere mortals beneath him. Ordinarily, the movements and speech are deliberate. Leos seldom talk fast, run or even walk quickly (unless there’s an Aries or Gemini ascendant or Moon, for example). You won’t ignore the lion for long in a group. He’ll either get the center of the stage with dramatic statements and action-or hell get it by pouting and sulking behind the potted palms until someone rushes over to ask what’s wrong. The sign produces its share of blue eyes, but many Leos, especially the females, have dark brown eyes that are first soft and gentle, then snap and crackle with fire, often round in shape and slightly tilted at the comer. The hair is dark or reddish blonde and usually wavy, worn in a wild, careless style that upsweeps, stands out fully on the top and the sides or is sleeked down tightly, one extreme or the other, and there’s a noticeable ruddy complexion.
Leos have a strange effect on people that’s downright funny to watch. It’s hard to stand in front of the lion without drawing yourself up to full stature, stomach in- shoulders back. I really don’t know whether we peasants do this in imitation of the royal manner of the Leo we’re facing or to gather courage for a possible lecture, for they do love to give free advice. They have a knack for telling you with a slightly superior, condescending manner exactly how you should manage your life.
This love of teaching is why so many Leos end up as educators, politicians and psychiatrists. The exasperating thing is that they’re quite good at rationalizing things and smoothing out the wrinkles in your life. Too bad they can’t manage their own affairs with as much ease and finesse. Still, this is what makes the lion so downright lovable; his honest superiority and excellent abilities, incongruously mixed up with a terrible, transparent vulnerability of ego. The proud, dignified cat vulnerable? Yes indeed. He’s deeply wounded when you don’t respect his wisdom and generosity. To subdue him, simply flatter him. Nine times out of ten, he’ll turn from a roaring beast into a bashful, docile kitten, almost visibly rolling and basking in the warmth of
compliments. It’s this weakness which is the Waterloo for many a stem, autocratic Leo. His vanity is his Achilles’ heel. Fattery acts like catnip to him, lack of respect blinds him with rage and both extremes make him incapable of balanced judgment. There are some Leos who control these tendencies successfully, but they’re always latent in the Sun sign and present to some degree.
Try it sometime. In the middle of receiving one of his lectures, interrupt respectfully and tell your Leo friend he looks positively magnificent in that sweater. The result will probably be an abrupt fall from dignity, as the lion blushes and says, completely disconcerted, “Really? You really think I do?” In most cases, appreciating the intellect works as well as complimenting the appearance.
Leo just can’t help feeling superior and behaving dramatically now and then. One of my children has an August-born teacher. She came home from school one day to say, “Mother, my teacher is so funny. He’s awfully smart about everything, but sometimes he runs around the room and waves his arms in the air and shouts, ‘I’m surrounded by idiots!’ We always giggle, because we know he doesn’t mean it.” Poor lion, even the children know his roar is worse than his bite. It’s only fair to remind you that you may stumble on one who has an afflicted Mars or Mercury with, say, Scorpio rising, and then the bite will be more serious, but we’re speaking now of the typical cat In many ways, Leo is extremely astute. Hell seldom waste his energy trying to get water from a dry well, as Aries often does, which makes him a superb organizer and a wise distributor of duties. His commands are surprisingly effective when he tones down the dramatics, because he can be a master of the simple, straightforward speech, even if it smacks slightly of theatrics. Leo expresses approval generously and openly, and can give almost embarrassingly extravagant compliments. He’s not at all bashful about his displeasure, either. Whatever he says, he usually means. It can soothe or bum, but it never fails to leave an impression.
The regal ways of this Sun sign are splendid when the Leo man or woman is host or hostess. They make you feel you are being entertained in a royal palace. You keep expecting to see a coach and footman pull up outside the door at any moment to drop off Marie Antoinette, or, at the very least, Nell Gwyn and Madame Du Barry. Leos surround their guests with heaps of superb food, fine wines, beautiful women, and soft music. I must admit I do know one lion with strong Virgo planets in his natal chart who serves diced cucumbers sprinkled with herbs, parsley and wheat germ at parties, but the other trimmings are luxuriously leonine, always including the feminine guests. Such pulchritude! Louis XIV never had it so good. But after Louis XIV the deluge-and after many a Leo’s romantic dancing and dining comes a deluge of proposals, passion, tears, anger, apologies, and just plain sentimental confusion.
Now that we find ourselves on the subject of romance, which is a pretty common place to find yourself when you’re involved with the lion, either in person or on paper, we should note that you won’t find many bachelors or spinsters born under this Sun sign. If you come across one, don’t form a definite opinion until you’ve discreetly checked the closet. There’s usually a paramour hiding nearby any lion’s lair. He may not be married when you first meet him, but he’ll be in love, or just about to be, or hell have recently broken a romantic shackle, and will be wearing a pathetic, lost look. The fiery pride of Leo causes plenty of shattered love affairs and marriages. A lion minus his mate is usually a woeful sight to behold, but when his pride has been injured by a lover or a legal mate, he can drop his sad-eyed look and become pretty fierce and wild instead. Still, there’s no one who can bear more in stoic dignity, or adjust more courageously to depressing conditions with sheer faith and optimism when it’s necessary.
Since forgiveness and sympathy of spirit are part of the big cat’s inner nature, the reconciliations are about as frequent in Leo’s emotional life as the splits, once the fireworks of outraged dignity have sputtered out and he gets lonely. He’s almost continually in the throes of passion, not just with the opposite sex, but with life itself. Life without love, to both lions and shy pussycats, is like a plug without a socket. The Sun forgets to shine for them when romance dies.
These men and women never lean on others. Instead, they prefer to be leaned on. Responsibility toward the weak and helpless appeals to them. Leo may roar theatrically that everyone depends on him and he’s forced to carry the whole load, but don’t pay a bit of attention to his complaints. He loves it. Try to relieve him of his burdens or lend a helping hand, and youTI see how quickly Leo will disdainfully refuse your help. Accepting financial aid is something he especially prefers to avoid. Though he may be broke frequently, he’s always certain he’ll find some way to line his pockets again soon. Very few Leos are cautious with cash. You may find an occasional one who was frightened by a bill collector at an early age, and behaves as if he’s headed for debtor’s prison any moment. But the typical lion is a spectacular gambler at heart, often wildly extravagant; even the rare cat who pinches pennies will dress expensively, and always look well turned out. He wants first class and luxury all the way, and he’ll spend freely on fun and pleasure. Leo will give money to almost anybody. If he’s asked for a loan and he’s short of cash, hell often go out and borrow it from someone else before admitting that the King isn’t in a position to help his ‘needy subjects. That’s a last resort, however, because Leos are mortified to be forced to turn to others for money, advice or encouragement. They have enough ego to supply (heir own encouragement, they’re clever enough to accumulate their own pot of gold-and goodness knows they don’t seek advice readily. One seeks advice only from those above him, and who is superior to the lion?
Leo often runs high fevers, is prone to accidents, sudden, violent illnesses and is usually immune to chronic, lingering disease. Since they seldom do anything halfway, these people either radiate incredible vitality or else complain that they’re not long for this world, the latter a typical reaction to lack of appreciation and starvation for affection. Leos seem to have either superbly strong hearts or some sort of weakness in the heart area. They may suffer from pains in the back and shoulders, spinal troubles, accidents to the legs or ankles, problems relating to the reproductive organs and hoarseness or sore throats. But they recuperate with vigor from sickness, and their main danger is carelessness about health or getting up too soon when illness strikes. To stay in bed and be waited on flatters the Leo vanity at first, but when he realizes he’s playing the role of weak instead of strong, his spells of incapacitation are quickly conquered.
There’s no inbetween with the Sun-ruled. They are either dreadfully careless and sloppy or meticulously neat and orderly. They rather enjoy gossip, and they feel hurt or left out if something is going on around them they don’t understand. Leos are fixed in nature. It’s hard to sway them from a set path, though they can sway others with convincing oratory. They accumulate only so that they can distribute to others, once they’ve provided themselves with a glittering throne complete with a soft, feather pillow. They can show as much ferocious energy as a steam roller, and then be as sleepily lazy as the cat, stretching out and snoozing in the sun. When they work, they work. When they play, they play. When they rest, they rest. Most lions have an impressive genius for cheerfully delegating messy and unpleasant jobs to others, while they attend to important matters, like deciding who should be elected President and how the war should be won.
Surprising himself, when a real emergency falls on Leo’s strong shoulders, he’ll carry it lightly and never shirk his duty, helping the defenseless, protecting the frightened (though he may be twice as frightened himself inside), cheering the melancholy and tackling his true responsibilities with courage. This is the inbred Leo nature, which will shine forth after the playboy phase has been tucked away with his gaudy hand-painted ties and that guitar he used to play.
The next time you’re on the receiving end of the lion’s proud roar, remember the Queen of Hearts who constantly shouted, “Off with his head,” white everyone’s head stayed securely fastened on. Remember the cowardly lion in “The Wizard of Oz” who tenderly nursed his beautiful tail in injured dignity, anxiously searching the world over for the gift of true courage, only to find he was really the bravest one of the group when the real crisis came.
Leo is a fiercely loyal friend, a just but powerful enemy, creative and original, strong and vital-whether he’s a quiet or a flamboyant lion, for there are both kinds. He dresses in glorious raiment, appropriate to his colorful personality. We overlook his arrogance, his sometimes insufferable ego, his rather ridiculous spells of vanity and laziness, because his heart, like his metal, is pure gold.
Brimming over with fun and generosity, the gay, affectionate lion prances in a field of poppies when his Sun is high in the sky-and the dice he throws with confidence bear the numbers one and four. Leo proudly wears a topaz for luck, then pushes it too far, but he has a true inner dignity and grace that lets him carry his misfortunes with courage. The warm, yellow rays of his cheerful hope deepen to orange in the sunset’s glow, and his nights are bright with a thousand stars.
Famous Leo Personalities
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David Belasco Napoleon Bonaparte Walter Brennan Robert Burns Fidel Castro Julia Child Arlene Dahl Cecil B. DeMille Eddie Fisher Whitney John Galsworthy Alfred Hitchcock Aldous Huxley Carl Jung Jacqueline Kennedy Princess Margaret Rose Mussolini Ogden Nash Dorothy Parker Walter Scott George Bernard Shaw Percy Bysshe Shelley Robert Taylor Mae West Young
The LEO Man
” ‘Tis love-’tis love that nukes the world go round!”
When Gray wrote the lines about a flower “born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air,” he certainly wasn’t describing a Leo. You might see this man basking in the bright sunlight, and you may find him making flowery speeches, but it won’t be in the solitude of the desert. Most likely it will be on a stage or in front of a circle of adoring friends and relatives. He may waste money, but he’s not about to waste his sweetness in the empty air. There will always be an audience.
There you are, in a nutshell. The secret of snaring the lion is that simple. Be his audience. Totally different from the reluctant Virgo and Aquarian males, your Leo pal will happily succumb to the throes of delicious romance, if you play your cards right, adore him, flatter him, and respect him.
Is he a flamboyant August male? Wear dark glasses and submit to his brilliant sunlight. Is he one of the gentle, quiet Leos? Don’t be taken in by his sleek softness. Stroke him the wrong way and sparks will fly. Remember, he’s only playing the role of the meek soul. Beneath his courteous manner and patient fixity are smoldering fires of proud dignity and arrogant vanity, ready to flame up and bum the pushy female silly enough to think she can rule him.
The lion will be a chivalrous and gallant suitor, tenderly protective and sentimentally affectionate. You won’t need to lay much of a trap to tempt him into romantic advances. One might say Leos possess a kind of instant passion. Just add opportunity-mix well with candlelight and lush violins-and love’s in bloom like the red, red rose. As a matter of fact, you can leave out the candles and music if they’re not handy, and just use the first ingredient. Same thing.
If love is missing from his life, the fiery lion will simply pine away-dramatically, of course. He has to be worshiped or die, and you can just about take that literally. Leo males seldom spare expenses when they’re courting. You’ll be taken to the best restaurants, showered with perfume and flowers, proudly escorted to the theater and you’ll tie a ribbon around some pretty fantastic love letters. To tell you the truth, you’d have to have a heart made of stone to resist.
By now, you’re probably thinking you’ve got it made.
Think again. That leonine romance won’t be completely trouble free. You might take a lesson from the pampered favorites of royalty. Leo will invite you into his den and warm you at the hearth of his big heart, but the lion’s lair can turn into a plush, luxurious prison. Is he jealous? The answer is “Yes,” and you can spell it with big electric light bulbs. You belong to him, body, soul, and mind. He’ll tell you what to wear, how to part your hair, what books to read, which friends are best for you and how to organize your day better. He’ll want to know why you were gone for two hours shopping when you said you’d be back in one hour, who you met on the way, what they said- and he’ll even pout if you don’t tell him what you’re thinking as you stare out the kitchen window while you’re scrambling his eggs. After all, you could be thinking of another man. Just don’t ever forget the force of his impulsive temper when it’s aroused. Teasing him by occasional flirtations to prove to him you are still desirable is absolute folly. He knows you’re desirable. He needs no proof whatsoever. Besides, your Leo man is liable to flatten your innocent masculine friends to the floor-if not put them in the hospital-when he’s pushed too far.
All is not roses and honey in a love affair with a lion, and that includes the quiet pussycats along with the flashy torn cats. There’s no difference in the basic nature. Every woman in love with a Leo should get a copy of Anna and the King of Siam and study it well. The Siamese monarch was a typical Leo and youll get invaluable tips from Anna’s technique. First the provocative challenge to interest him, then final feminine submission after you’ve taught him you won’t be completely devoured. Truly, her story is a must. Sleep with it under your pillow.
Be prepared to balance his great enthusiasms with calm reason and willing to soothe him as he blows up problems intr> hnop. (timensions. The eentle Leos do this quietly, but what’s the difference? Whether he roars and rages because his employees refused to obey him, or pouts on the back porch because the neighbors snubbed him the end result is identical. He needs your stability to balance his irrational pride. If you don’t possess it yourself, your love may turn into a constant battle royal. You’ll be breaking up and making up with such speed that your astonished friends will ask, “Where’s the fire?” Where? Why, right inside your cozy lion’s den. .
Don’t try to be a career girl. He’ll never stand for it He’s your career. The lion may permit his mate to go out hunting for a few skins when the bank account gets low, but she’d better make it clear the job comes last, after him and the home nest. He won’t tolerate competition from a male or an outside interest. If you’re brave enough to accept these challenges, go ahead and buy your trousseau, but be sure it’s stylish. He’ll want to show you off in his own Easter Parade, in December as well as in ApriL Embarrass him by appearing in public looking anything but queenly and you might miss a familiar face in the church while the choir is singing “Oh, Promise Me”-his.
After you’re married, mated, and deeply loved, count your rewards. Your Leo husband will be as kind and good-hearted as King Arthur, provided you let the family revolve around him. If he gets the respect he demands, hell repay it by pouring out generosity. You may be told how lovely you look repeatedly, he’ll probably give you a large allowance, and-wonder of wonders, with his romantic dis-position-he’ll be likely to remain faithful. There’s always a better chance of that after marriage than when he’s single, and I’ll tell you why. The lion is usually too lazy to chase pretty faces, once he’s found a lioness who will capably run his kingdom, while he luxuriously snoozes in the hammock. Hell play affectionately with his cubs, protect his mate from all danger, and thrill her with his ambition to rise to a position of impressive superiority in his career.
You will lead an active social life with your Leo husband, as long as he gets his beauty sleep. But there will be a few nights out with the boys, and there may also be some juggling of finances, due to sudden gambling urges, or a chance investment he thought would pay off. A Leo man I know once bought ten shares in an oil well. Although he was onlv one verv minor stockholder among thousands, about twice a month, he would visit the site of the drilling and look important. When anyone asked him what he wanted, he would tell them, “I’m just checking to see how things are going with my well.” The drillers treated him with great respect. They thought he was a member of the Board of Directors.
Take it all in stride-there are compensations. How can he scold you for buying that expensive mink hat after he lost the price of a mink coat in a little game with the fellows or after he spent your savings at an auction on two box cars of folded cardboard cartons in assorted sizes, when he took a notion to go into the mail order business? (Then he couldn’t use them because it turned out that they were stamped all over with the words “Rat Poison” and a large skull and crossbones.) Keep him away from auctions if you have to lock him up, because he has an irresistible urge to bid higher than anybody on anything at any time He’ll be quite the check grabber in public too, cheerfully saying, “The treat’s on me,” with the money for the new freezer. Leo would be right at home in Texas or Las Vegas, where he would instantly be recognized as a high roller (unless his Moon or ascendant dictates econ-omy).
There’s one thing about the lion you may find very handy. Almost all Leos have a marvelous knack for fixing things. It can be anything from a broken door knob or a stubborn bathroom faucet to a tape recorder or a complicated stereo hi-fi set. If he’s a typical Leo, he won’t be able to resist trying his hand at making something work when it’s on the blink. If all else fails, he’ll give the offending machine or whatever a resounding kick in splendid leonine anger, and suddenly the door knob will turn, the water will spray like Niagara Falls, the tape recorder will start talking and the hi-fi will start singing. There seems to be something mechanical about this Sun sign. Lots of Leo men can take engines apart and put them back together again, hardly soiling their hands in the process. He’s not the type to let a hinge hang for months un-screwed or a carpet lie on the floor untacked. A surprising number of lions are experts at making their own furniture and building an extra room on the house with no professional help. He may have his own workshop in the basement. Don’t complain about a little sawdust on the floor. It keeps him contented-and home at night.
The lion is the life of most parties, but he’s no fool. He wears the jester’s mask to get attention, and his audiences usually sense they’d better respect him during his temporary playful spells. Regardless of appearances, there’s nothing easygoing about the inner nature of your Leo man. He’s far more steadfast and tenacious than he seems. He knows what he wants, and he usually gets it. He’s pretty good at keeping it, too.
If you expect him to be faithful during the courtship, be sure you keep him well nourished with romance and affection or his huge need for love and admiration will make him stalk all over the jungle in search of it. If your relationship is real and deep, he’ll probably be true to you, but his eyes may wander a bit. Other than keeping him blindfolded, there’s very little you can do about that. Leo appreciates beauty, so if you’re the type to get jealous over an appreciative glance at another female, you’d better get tolerant fast. A Leo man whose lady love leaves him because of his flirting will be honestly hurt and astonished. He’s entirely capable, then, of faking anything from a heart attack to a tear-stained farewell note to get you to sympathize and run back into his big, warm arms, and hell be so convincing you’ll feel like a cruel monster. Unless you enjoy emotional, dramatic scenes yourself, it’s much less trouble to understand him in the first place. His capers will probably be innocent and harmless anyway, if you’re treating him right. Never overly sensitive to the feelings of others, in spite of their basic kindness, most Leo men are so wrapped up in themselves that they can be brutally frank and untactful. But his dazzling smile soon clears the air. The warm lion doesn’t have a malicious bone in his strong, graceful body. He may blow off terrifying steam, yet malice is not a part of his make-up and he can’t cope with real cruelty (unless there’s an affliction in his natal chart). He will enjoy sports, but as he grows older, he will prefer to watch them from the comfort of his padded throne, while you wait on him.
Not always, but very often, there’s an odd twist to Leo males. Unlike the Capricorn, who seeks to rise socially through wedlock, the lion sometimes tends to marry be-neath him. He has as much desire for social status, but he just can’t resist acquiring a “subject” to whom he’s superior. Sometimes he makes a wrong choice, and the shrinking violet who sat adoringly at his feet makes a surprise move to grab the sceptre away from him. When that happens, the dethroned Leo is a miserable husband who .wears the tragic compression of an exiled monarch.
It’s sad. but true- that Leos seldom raise large families. Many of them have no children, are separated from them, or raist an only child. Too bad, because they make warm, wonderful fathers, perhaps somewhat too permissive between sten talks about prope’ behavior. Your offspring may chafe under his demands and be bored with his long lectures, bui they’ll soon learn how to flatter him into sub-mission. He’11 insist on their respect and get it, but they’re liable to wheedle him out of anything by the clever usage of “Yes, Sir. You’re right. Sir.” Therefore, the real discipline may be up to you. The children may resent his arrogant ways. but Leo fathers are almost always remembered with affection in later years. One tip. Don’t give the youngsters more attention than you give him, or you may end up with quite a lot of trouble on your hands in the form of a giant bruised ego, which will be nearly impossible to heal.
How can you size up the puzzling male Leo? Is he kindhearted or dangerous, generous or cruelly selfish? Is he really a sociable fellow who loves people? Does he gain his reputation for superiority under false pretenses, or does he, like the real lion, deserve to be called King? Obviously, by his own standards at least, he does deserve to be the Lord and Master in his love life and his career. You have to admit that he’s usually highly successful in both romance and business.
Whether the Leo man is truly a king, or just a pretender to the throne, we may never know. But there are several things you do know about your own lion. He has in-satiable appetites, and he’s as proud as a peacock. He has am enormous need to command and to be loved by those he rules. Remember that Leo secretly fears he may fail and be ridiculed. It’s a constant inner torture, and the true source of his vanity and exaggerated dignity. Yet, when his nobility has been aroused by a great cause, he knows no fear. Only then does the lion learn that the magnificent strength and courage he’s been pretending to have has really been there all along.
Your Leo may drive you wild by his antics during courtship, but he’s not at all a bad mate for a long term possibility. If you don’t mind submerging your ego, and building your life around his, once you’ve tamed this man, you’ll be adored and youll never be lonely again. Besides, he can fix those bathroom faucets.
The LEO Boss
“Now don’t interrupt me, I’m going to tell you all your faults
It puzzled her very much at first But after watching it a minute or two She made it out to be a grin.
You have a Leo boss and you’ve worked for him for over a year? Really? You must be a very good listener.
Your Leo boss will probably feel that corporate taxes, government regulations and union rules were all invented as a personal conspiracy against him, but he’ll dispose of them easily. Most lions are excellent organizers and perfect geniuses at delegating authority. His way of implementing such annoying situations is to turn to you and dictate, with great nourish, some resounding phrases on the general subject, then wave his hand regally, and with a gorgeous smile say vaguely, “You take it from there.” Then he’ll probably add that he’d like the report completed and placed on his desk as soon as possible. “Take your time,” he’ll say. “As long as I get it before noon tomorrow.” Leos are not fond of details. They prefer to paint the picture in bold strokes and let you worry about bothersome trifles like figures and statistics.
The classic example of a Leo boss is one I know who called in his secretary to dictate an answer he had prepared for an especially important client. “Have you de-cided what you want to say?” asked the innocent girl, shorthand book open, pencil poised. “Yes, I have,” smiled her Leo employer. “Tell him maybe. Got that? Maybe. You fill in all the other stuff.” With those masterful instructions, he cheerfully went to lunch where he entertained several people at an expensive bistro, played a few rounds of golf, returned to the office around five o’clock and wanted to know if the letter was ready. It was. (The secretary was a Virgo.) After reading it with solemn approval, the Leo reached for the phone and quoted the letter to an associate. His words floated through the office door to the long-suffering secretary. “How do you like it?” he asked into the receiver. “I think I did an excellent job of putting the whole situation together and making it clear where we stand, don’t you? Of course, I’ve always had a way of expressing myself. My wife is always telling me I should be a writer,” he finished modestly.
This may be a somewhat extreme case, but you will find echoes of such an attitude lingering in the air if you have a typical Leo boss. Give him all your original ideas. He’ll love you for it. August-born executives tend to favor employees who add creative thinking to the firm. However, be prepared to see him grinning like a Cheshire Cat the next day as he proceeds to organize the plan you gave him the night before, tossing out the startling comment, “It’s one of the best ideas I ever had.” He honestly believes he thought of it first. Truly. Of course, you triggered his imagination, which is why you’re so valuable to him. But it was his idea. Remember that.
Now and then your Leo boss may seem a tiny bit ungrateful. Like he’ll toss a huge stack of letters on your desk because he can’t be bothered or bored reading them himself. Then the next morning, when you’re bleary-eyed from staying until midnight to finish the extra work he threw at you, hell shake his lion’s mane disapprovingly, and mumble a comment on the sloppy condition of your desk, as he walks to his own plush lair. Oh, yes, he’s almost sure to have a luxurious private office. It may have soft .lights, music, flowers, a down-cushioned sofa and a cherry-wood desk. Even if the budget is small, you’ll seldom find him surrounded by pineapple crates and dingy window panes with no draperies. The walls may be covered with excellent prints of good paintings or photos of himself, taken with important dignitaries. Any awards or certificates he’s earned will be neatly framed, and hung in a prominent
spot.
Another Leo boss I know had an assistant who worked overtime every night and all day on Saturdays and Sundays for three months on a special promotion. She also managed to move filing cabinets, pack huge boxes of merchandise and change the bottles in the water cooler every other day. Meanwhile, she found time to do her boss’s Christmas shopping and pick up his cleaning once a week. One bright, sunny morning she overheard him singing her praises to a vice president of the firm. “That Hester is a real jewel,” he was saying. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. The girl is really fantastic. Of course, she’s a little bit lazy, but you can’t expect to find everything in one person.”
Did Hester quit on the spot? I should say not. Why should she let a little thing like that bother her? She’s a smart girl, who knows that anyone’s efforts seem drab when they’re compared to her boss’s fabulous vitality (in between his daily beauty naps on the velvet chaise lounge in his private office). Why should she leave a boss who never fails to admire her new dress? She would hardly hand in her resignation to a
man who presented her with a topaz bracelet for her birthday, a set of Waterford crystal for her hope chest, and who so sweetly understood that the color of her typewriter made her nervous. He even painted it bright yellow for her, though he was a little sloppy, and some of the paint dripped on the keys. It came off on her fingers for weeks afterwards, but she didn’t mind, because it was a pleasure to wash her hands every hour with the scented soap he keeps in the washroom.
Her Leo boss helped her father find a new job, paid her mother’s hospital bill, and generously gave in to her requests to hire her cousin in the mail room. Besides, she’s proud of his reputation in his profession. He won two awards last year; he’s dictating a book to her about his life;
he’s listed at the top of the best dressed men in Esquire;
he’s deeply in love with his wife, adores his children, and has caused the firm’s profits to go sky high, in spite of those wild chances he took a couple of times. He seldom notices if she takes extra time at lunch. Last week, he found her a larger apartment with lower rent and scolded her fiance because he wasn’t treating her right. Quit? What do you mean, quit?
If you’re a man who works for a Leo executive, you have some special problems. Be original, daring, creative, and hard working. But remember that he will always be more original, daring, creative and hard working than you -Tn his eyes. Say “Yes” to most of his brainstorms (and he’ll Have quite a pack of them in the course of a week). If you must say “No,” precede it with a huge compliment and close it with another one. Sandwiched in between that kind of appreciation, he might accept it. But be tactful and proceed carefully.
Even the gentler, less showy Leo executives normally like to spread sunshine, and have oodles of delightful charm. When your leonine boss gets every last ounce of credit he deserves, plus an extra helping of respect for good measure, he’ll make you glow with his praise of a job well done. He’ll never be stingy with compliments. He won’t hold back his disapproval either. The lion is apt to point out your mistakes with very little discretion. Employees with ultra sensitive natures would be happier working elsewhere. So would those with large egos of their own. There’s more than a trace of arrogance in your Leo employer, but it’s probably tempered with good-natured optimism. He’ll keep things humming and running smoothly. Leos were born to command, with an enviable talent for assigning the right jobs to the right people and seeing that they’re finished on time.
Office intrigues will anger him. He simply can’t stand people keeping secrets from him. He must know everything that’s going on. Don’t be annoyed if your Leo boss is a bit nosey about your private affairs or gives you lectures on how to run your personal life. It’s really a stamp of royal approval. It means he likes you enough to want to protect you by giving you the advantage of his superior wisdom.
Leo bosses can be very funny. They can have fearful rages, and then pout behind closed doors for hours when they think they’ve been insulted. They melt under flattery despite themselves. They dress well, eat well and sleep well. They’re warm and generous to a fault, and if they get the respect they demand, they can turn failure into victory overnight with an awesome strength of character. The lion gets tremendous inner satisfaction from giving orders, and delivering lectures is something he’s especially fond of doing.
You may have the kind of Leo employer who hides his hunger for the spotlight under a quiet demeanor. But the typical dignity, pride and vanity of the Sun sign is just as much a part of his basic nature as it is with the dramatic types. Any doubts? Try to puncture his ego in the smallest way; then stand back out of range.
One Leo boss I had, who fell into the quiet pussycat category, used to call a special meeting of the entire staff in his office every Tuesday morning. The ostensible reason was to improve working relationships, but the real motive behind those weekly sessions was that they were the shy Leo’s big chance to deliver his thoughts to a captive audience. Bless his heart, it was his moment on stage.
When he’s treated right, there’s no one on earth who can be as lovable as the lion. What if he does seek admiration in huge doses to feed his insatiable vanity? Most of the time, he honestly deserves to be admired. He may plagiarize your ideas and rob you of credit now and then. You may weary of listening to his condescending advice and of telling him how super he is. But no other boss would have let you keep the baby carriage right next to your desk that time you lost your sitter. Of course, you would have preferred the time off to care for the infant at home. But the boss needed you at the office. And after all, he’s the baby’s Godfather.
The LEO Employee
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright-And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
If your employee is a typical Leo, it will be almost im-| possible to ignore him. If he’s a quiet Leo, it wouldn’t J be wise to ignore him. The more aggressive lion will
force j you to appreciate his talents and recognize his value by | simply telling you how wonderful he is. The shy pussycat type will pout until you give him the same treatment. | It adds up to the same thing. Don’t ignore your Leo em-‘ ployees.
Whether the lion roars from center stage or bides his time in the wings, he is proud. He is dignified. He knows his superiority and he doesn’t want anyone to overlook it. ; Leos are not the kind to hide their light under a bushel. | If tribute isn’t paid to their vanity, both types of lions will find another savannah to honor with their presence. They can’t bear to be underestimated.
All Leos love titles. The bigger and fancier, the better. ; Offer the lion a substantial raise, but give the fellow at the next desk the title of “Chief of Office Coordination,” and the lion won’t thank you for the extra cash in his pay envelope. He’ll be too busy brooding over the increased status of his co-worker, who couldn’t possibly deserve such a promotion as much as he does, of course.
It’s not perversity that causes him to insist on his rights. He was born to be the master of all he surveys. Leadership is an inherent part of his nature and impossible to root out completely. Leo is fully equipped to take charge. He feels useless and helpless, as well as unwanted, when he’s not assuming some kind of obligation. If there’s nothing else available to build his sense of importance, hell get it by handing out free advice to his friends and family. Strangers won’t be neglected, either. Leo scatters his pearls of wisdom impartially. He’ll tell you how much you should pay for having an extra room built over your garage, counsel your secretary about her alimony problems, inform the cleaning woman what kind of ointment to use on her sore toe, and explain to the mailman how he could make his deliveries more efficiently. The less important he is on the job, the more seriously he’ll practice his counseling service,
I know one Leo man (the quiet type) who worked for a large company. For years, his family had the vague impression that he was the district sales manager. In reality, he was an ordinary salesman and a route supervisor, as well as one of the most indispensable men in the company. Since he couldn’t be sales manager until the well-qualified man who held the title had retired, the Leo swallowed his injured pride, and satisfied his leonine vanity by allowing his family to assume he had the position.
His enormous sense of responsibility was evident in his consistent loyalty and devotion over the years. He spent a quarter of a century supplying creative advertising ideas to the firm that paid off in steadily rising profits. At the same time, he competently supervised the company’s truck routes at all hours, in all kinds of weather, and waited for the recognition he deserved, but his promotion to the top position was always just around the corner. When the sales manager finally retired, a younger man was brought in from New York to take over. That was the day the Leo quit. There was a heavy Capricorn influence in his chart, so the situation was easier for him to bear than it would have been for the typical Leo, but he’ll carry the scars of the deep wound to his pride all his life. There’s nothing in this world as sad as the sight of the dignified lion robbed of the respect he desperately seeks and has honestly earned.
You had better make a note that the leonine sense of responsibility, which can be so impressive, usually doesn’t show itself until maturity. In his youth, the lion is the classical playboy, prancing joyously through days and nights of wine, women and song, wearing the flashiest clothes in the group, making everyone laugh at his clown-like antics and roaring when someone steps on his magnificent tail.
It’s usually wise to use young Leo employees in promotion and sales. They’re natural showmen, and they’ll keep your customers happy with their warm, sunny dispositions. Later, as they mature, the big cats can gradually be eased into the top positions, where they’ll usually live up to every bit of responsibility you give them. It’s a smart boss who knows at what point the lion has graduated from the role of playboy prince to the just, dignified king.
It’s a strange thing about Leos of both sexes. Underneath their brave fronts, they secretly fear they have no real courage They can behave with the most exasperating pride and outrageous vanity, display insufferable ego, exhibit periods of pure laziness. Then along comes a crisis or emergence, either on the job or in their personal lives. Suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, the lion and lioness show themselves to be the steady ones. Only under great pressure, weighed down by the heaviest burdens life has to offer, does the inner strength born in this Sun sign come forth in all its glory.
Jacqueline Kennedy’s childhood of ease and comfort left people totally unprepared for her incredible courage in the face of unspeakable tragedy. The Leo with the reputation of a playboy will surprise his friends when he bravely and cheerfully supports an invalid wife and two elderly aunts after a thoughtless, carefree, irresponsible youth. Those born under the sign of the Lion and ruled by the Sun never guess what awesome power they possess until the test comes. Until that time, always remember, they are only pretending to be strong. The lion’s fierce roar hides an inferiority complex which is totally unnecessary.
If Leo can’t be the boss, then he must have a position where he can display his talents and abilities to the world in some way. After changing jobs a dozen times because he hasn’t advanced to at least a vice presidency, the typical Leo will usually head for a profession where he can be his own boss. If the role of executive or leader is denied them, they’re happier as teachers, salesmen, doctors, lawyers, managers, counselors, speakers, announcers, actors, actresses, writers or even plumbers and tourist guides. The lion seeks an occupation which allows him to give his superior knowledge to others in some manner, or to stand in the bright spotlight of publicity. They shine the brightest in the fields of politics and public relations.
Keep in mind that the Leo employee will either become an executive on your own
level in a reasonable length of time, or he’ll leave. He can never be content to work behind the scenes. The applause he needs is out front. Still, you’re lucky to have the lion for whatever period he remains with you. He’ll work harder than almost anyone else to show you what a wonderful person he is, and a steady supply of compliments will inspire him to a point where he’ll show an unbelievable vitality far beyond the limits of normal endurance. Withholding flattery from your Leo employee will rob you of at least fifty percent of his potential value.
See that your lioness gets her vanity plumped up regularly too. Occasionally bring her a yellow rose to tuck in her hair, and never mind the whispers of the gossips. You can’t afford to lose her. The gossips don’t have her virtues and abilities. Tell her frequently how lovely she looks, how smart she is, and occasionally hand her com-plimentary tickets to a concert or a gala affair. Always two tickets, please, because the Leo girl will invariably be married, be in love or have a special boy friend in all seasons.
As for the lion, take him to lunch often, in an expensive restaurant, where important people can see him with the big man. Let both your male and female Leo employees be the ones to train new workers when you can. They won’t mind the extra work, they’ll be proud of the responsibility and they’ll love telling others what to do and how to do it.
A little astrological psychology, cleverly applied, can make your proud, touchy Leos a real credit to the company. They’ll decorate the office with their grace and enthusiasm. Surround them with bright lights, vivid yellow or orange draperies and carpets, and the most expensive desks and typewriters you can afford. Nothing depresses a Leo’s spirit more than having to work with shabby, obsolete equipment, unless it’s working with pessimistic, unimaginative people.
They’ll need generous expense accounts and a little extra time for lunch. Meals are social occasions for Leos, and they use such opportunities to practice their art of promoting. Just give them the barest idea to start with, and they’ll explode it into a dramatic campaign which may bring in lots of new customers. You can’t expect them to operate at full speed when they have to watch the clock and worry about money. Leos can be fast with figures, but somehow they seldom learn the knack of counting pennies.
As for the clock, it cramps their style. The lion is easy to tame, when you know how. Relax the rules slightly and let down the bars a little. These employees can’t be fenced in, or they’ll sulk away the hours and lose their bright incentive.
It’s smart to hire a Leo. He’ll add a dash of excitement and he can carry some gigantic loads on his back without complaining. He needs a rich diet of compliments, authority, raises, titles and freedom, but it’s not too high a price to pay for his intelligence, loyalty, faith, ideas and sense of responsibility. After all, how many bosses have royalty on the payroll? Feed both your big cats and shy pussycats plenty of catnip, and they’ll justify it by being your biggest boosters, as proud of your company as if they owned it themselves. The lion’s heart is as big as his ego.
“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?” “I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
From: Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs by Linda Goodman 1968
Publisher: NY Taplinger C

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Waking up
Our words are what separate us from animals. We have the ability to
communicate our thoughts and feelings clearly to another human being.
Words are vital and so is how we use them. One word can change your
life forever.
I love you
I hate you
Think about it

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Alan MacMillian Orr

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