Leo Woman and Leo Man Compatibility
“George,” Mrs. Darling entreated him, “not so loud; the
servants will hear you.” Somehow they had got into the
way of calling Liza the servants.
“Let them,” he answered recklessly. “Bring in the whole
world. But I refuse to allow that dog to lord it in my
nursery for an hour longer.”
Now really, just think about it. If a Leo man will roar in outraged dignity (or pout in wounded silence) over the humiliation of being upstaged by a dog (and he will, oh, he will!), you can imagine his reaction to the humiliation of being upstaged by a member of the so-called weaker sex. The thing about it is that… . well… but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s begin at the beginning.
I wonder, should I be blunt and frank? Yes, honesty is by far the best policy. So I shall be blunt and frank. The role of housewife is entirely too skimpy a part for the average Leo actress to play on life’s stage. For, as you know, or should know, it’s a metaphysical fact that “All the world’s a stage,/ And all the men and women merely players.”
A deep esoteric truth is that you (yes, you), on a higher level of superconscious awareness, write your own play – produce, stage, and direct it – even cast yourself and all the supporting roles – then forget you did it, as the curtain rises. You – me – each of us – all Sun Signs, Leos not excluded. The only difference between average Earthlings and those mysteriously wise gurus, avatars,masters, teachers, celestials, or space people who pass among us is that the latter know they’re only on a stage. They’re aware that they’re playing precast parts in Life’s theatre, and are both saddened and amused that the other actors and actresses take each scene so seriously, ignorant of the ability each possesses to recast the entire tragedy or comedy and rewrite the last act anytime and any way he or she chooses. It’s as though the footlights had cast a spell over them, causing them to be unable to distinguish between illusion and reality – like having the power of Mike Todd or Flo Ziegfeld or David Merrick and not even realizing it. Yet, almost every Leo woman realizes, at least, that the role of housewife is not the one in which she would find the ultimate fulfillment as a woman – even though she may not yet comprehend her power over the entire production – which is probably just as well, since Leos tend to go overboard when they’re totally in command, and such a power-trip as that might really turn her head!
I know whereof I speak regarding the Lioness, you see, because I went into deep meditation last night, and contacted (on an astral level) William Shakespeare personally (who was pretending to be both Francis Bacon and Sir Isaac Newton – you know how dreams are). The Bard himself, no less, confirmed my suspicion that the Lady Katharine (Kate) in The Taming of the Shrew was a Sun Sign Leo (with Moon in Aries), and also assured me that even he would never have dared to cast her in the role of ordinary hausfrau to Petruchio. (He revealed another secret too, but I’ll save that for the end of this chapter.)
Brooms and dust pans do not mix with tiaras and coronation splendour. Don’t forget that Leo contains the essence of royalty. Nor does being chained to cooking meals and washing clothes harmonize with the astrological precept that each and every Lion (and Lioness) is born free. Instinctively sensing this, with or without the benefit of a horoscope, most Lionesses are career girls, well over two-thirds of them. And as long as we’re speaking statistically, I’ll add that a survey of the membership of women’s lib groups would place the Sun Sign Leo numerically near the top of the list – (with Aries not far behind).
Now all this is well and good – I’m not objecting to the Leo girls choosing to compete with all the predatory creatures out there in the commercial jungle. Why should I cast the first stone, what with my own career and my own active resentment of the indentured slavery of running the Bissel and canning apricots? Who wants to just stand around all day watching how fast the alfalfa sprouts grow in the Mason jar on the kitchen window sill? What kind of a challenge is that to a bright Lioness girl, for heaven’s sake? Besides, it probably makes them nervous to be watched. It would make me nervous to be watched while I’m sprouting.
No, I’m not objecting or criticizing, just offering a friendly astrological warning. The career bit is fine unless the Leo girl should happen to fall in love with a Leo man, called a LION. Then things could get a little sticky. She won’t have any trouble identifying him when he comes stealthily stalking into her life – excuse me, I mean her play – and remember, she cast it herself, including HIM (hopefully in the starring role, if she’s a wise producer, writer, and director). She’ll recognize him right off, even without knowing his birthday, because he’ll have a splendid mane of hair, even more luxuriant, pampered, and well-cared-for than her own. (Peek at a picture of the head of a Nature lion and you’ll see what I mean.)
He’ll be courageous, tenderly protective of her, and convinced of his own worth, regardless of whether or not the world has yet recognized it. The world soon will. The world had better! And she had better too. His smile is dazzling, his teeth dazzling white, but his purring poise hides a ferocious temper and a powerful will. He’s truly generous, warm, sunny, terribly proud, and extremely vulnerable to hurt – like attacks on his masculinity. Now we’re back to her career again. If she happens to earn more money than he does when they first meet, he’ll laugh it off, smugly confident that his income will soon match hers – not only match it but top it. A smitten Lion, deeply and romantically in love with a beautiful, graceful, sensuous, and seductive Lioness, isn’t going to let a small matter like money interfere with wooing and conquering his chosen mate. No way. The wafting scent and hazy smoke spirals of the incense of love will throw any red-blooded Leo male into a trance of blind ecstasy. And there’s no other kind of Leo male. Other than red-blooded, I mean. But unfortunately, that “small thing” – money – may become a larger thing in their relationship after the first delicious taste of Oneness, when the first exciting, leaping flames of passion have burned down to the cozy coals of a quiet, intimate affection (leaping up again occasionally, of course, from time to time, but on the whole, a steadier flame of devotion, and just as inextinguishable as the leaping kind unless you deliberately squirt it with a garden hose – things like that).
Money will only remain a “small thing” between them if he was right in his expectation of soon matching or topping her income, not to mention her success and/or achievements in the career jungle. But if his financial or personal career timetable is off, money will become a “large thing” very quickly, and with the slightest encouragement from either of them, turn into a “huge thing” – then into a “gigantic thing” – until finally, it becomes a Frankenstein Monster standing there between them, threatening to destroy their love and tear them out of each other’s arms like helpless marionettes, caught up in the strings of their mutual pride and ego. How can you flee from a monster when your heart strings are tangled?
Bluntly, if she has more money (or more of anything else) than he possesses,a heroic sacrifice must be made to save the relationship. Guess whose sacrifice? You’re right. Hers. Not his. See, you are learning your astrology, aren’t you? A Leo woman may control all other Sun Sign men, but when it comes to the male and female Leos, the Lion dominates the Lioness. That’s the way it is in Nature, and it isn’t nice to fight Mother Nature. It isn’t even practical to try. What kind of sacrifice do I mean? Well, one thing I certainly do not mean is deception – like the Lioness lying about her income or her position, then donating the half she never tells him about to the American Indian cause, or to save the Newfoundland baby seals. Not that the Indians and baby seals don’t need it, and wouldn’t appreciate it (and later the two of them might give such spreading of Light on the planet Earth serious mutual consideration, by becoming active members of Greenpeace, as befits monarchs responsible for the welfare of their subjects), but right now, the point is that any degree of dishonesty, however admirable the intention, will never salvage a Leonine relationship. It will only kill all love and respect between them.
The kind of heroic sacrifice I had in mind was for the Lioness to place their happiness above all else – to make a decision, ranging all the way from asking him to help with her work or career, then convincing him that she couldn’t be nearly as successful without his guidance (which would no doubt be true) so the money she earns would be equally divided between them – all the way up to (or down to) giving up her job or career, if it seriously keeps them geographically or emotionally apart. Just up and quitting if necessary. Flat. Like that. If she really loves him (and she will, especially if either of their Moons is in a Fire or Air Element or conjoined in the same sign), she’ll prefer holding his big, warm, protective paw, walking in the park, and snitching a few nuts from the squirrels during the lean weeks, to languishing alone in a plush penthouse, munching caviar, and wondering where the Big Cat she loves so intensely is roaming, stalking off his hurt – or more to the point, which sympathetic female siren is soothing his wounded masculine pride.
He’d like her to believe he’s having a torrid affair when she’s wounded him, just as she’d like him to believe she’s found a new lover when he’s wounded her. But nine times out of ten, they’re both alone and lonely, using only the threat of infidelity to teach each other a lesson. Leos are like that. Of course, some are actually and technically unfaithful during a painful separation from the mate, but more Lions and Lionesses are not, often finding it difficult to find another King (or Queen) worthy of sharing the throne – reluctant to dally with the peasants, yet too proud to admit to the loved one the solitude and loneliness they’re enduring.
Not all, but many of the quarrels between this man and woman will originate with a blow to his masculine ego, frequently over the jealousy incited by competition in career and/or earning ability, achievement, and so forth. Yet the true cause is the struggle for the position of head of the pride. The Lion must win. There is no other way. Otherwise, the Leo male will sullenly pout in pathetic dejection, for all the world like Napoleon pacing back and forth on the island of Elba, and what woman can be truly happy with a bitter, grumbling pacer? Surely not a Leo woman. As we noted earlier, a Lion is born free – and to see one confined in a cage of misery because he’s lost control of the woman he loves, therefore also lost his proud and splendid confidence, is a sad sight to behold.
The man-woman-which-spouse-is-the-mouse-in-the-house thing between them may be smoothed out in any one of several different ways – if they work together and share the same interests and career – if he’s completely fulfilled in his own chosen profession – if they both retire to a chicken farm in the country and she allows him to gather and sell at least half the eggs – if she’s sincerely content to remain at home in the lair, making it cozy for him to snooze in – or possibly if they run for President (him) and Vice President (her) on a Sexual Equality ticket. That just about covers all possibilities. Well, they could both become teachers, I suppose, and take turns at night instructing and lecturing each other, under the guise of keeping up with new educational theories.
Maybe we’d better scrap that last one. They won’t have much time at night for anything but lovemaking if they’re well-adjusted and have subdued the competition tension between them. Then the physical demonstration of their love can be a warm and lovely, near-perfect experience. Both can blend sex and affection in equal parts, understanding how to give and receive sexual satisfaction without sacrificing the magic of romance. Physical union, the consummation of love’s true purpose of complete Oneness, can be a deep joy and a constant renewal of mutual devotion to a well-mated Lion and Lioness. He’ll approach sex with both gentleness and passion – and she’ll find this one moment when her instinctive jungle wisdom whispers to her exactly the right role to play, willingly submitting, allowing her man to master and conquer her with protective tenderness, which can deepen ordinary passion into ecstasy, for them both.
However, if they haven’t solved their competitive conflicts in other areas, ecstasy could turn into something closely akin to agony. A Lion who is not properly respected, whose pride has been hurt, cannot retain the image of his own masculinity, and may become sexually impotent for brief periods.
Masculine impotency begins as an emotional illness, but can progress into a serious physical affliction, painting all rainbows with the dull, grey shades of despair. Then he’ll wear the masks of icy sarcasm and cool disinterest to hide his humiliation, breaking her unsuspecting heart. In like manner, a Lioness who’s not properly worshipped and admired, whose pride has been hurt, cannot retain the image of her own femininity, and may become frigid for brief periods. Feminine frigidity, too, begins as an emotional illness, but can progress into a serious physical affliction, painting all rainbows with the same dull, grey shades of despair. Then she’ll wear the mask of arrogant willfulness, boredom, or cutting ridicule to hide her humiliation, breaking his unsuspecting heart.
Now, isn’t that a ridiculous scene for these two people to play – this man and woman who contain within their natures all the power and glory of the Sun itself, and who were born under the star of Leo, which represents Love and rules the human heart? (Especially when you realize they wrote the play themselves, and can change the script whenever they like.) The only way out of such selfish and unnecessary misery is the realization that false pride – or any kind of pride – cruelly starves love to death by imprisoning the truth which could set love free, leaving no hope for a reincarnation of happiness, only lonely ashes of old dreams. Is pride worth it? Of course not. Then why do these two hang on to it so desperately? I’ll let them answer that. Alone … . together. Facing each other honestly without dramatics – and reading the truth in each other’s eyes. Admittedly, total honesty can be humiliating, especially to Leo, but when you pit temporary humiliation against a Lifetime of loneliness, the right choice becomes clear – and sometimes the simple truth is all it takes to bring love back home where it belongs.
Incidents which trigger an emotional impasse between a normally loving and affectionate Lion and his Lioness mate could be anything from a failure to compliment one another often enough – or hastily spoken, angry words of accusation, stemming from either real or imagined incidents of disloyalty or infidelity (it matters little which, since both arouse equally painful agonies of jealousy and mistrust that leave deep scars, slow to heal) – to the same old, monotonous conflict of: her career versus his need for superior – or at least comparable success and worldly achievement.
And that reminds me of the other secret I learned astrally, from Will Shakespeare during meditation last night – the one I promised I’d tell you at the end of this chapter, remember? Will confided to me, with a bit of persuasion, what really took place offstage following the final curtain of The Taming of the Shrew. According to Shakespeare himself, after Petruchio had succeeded in taming Kate, the Lioness (with her Moon in Aries – or vice versa, same thing), into a gentle, submissive mate, who properly admired, appreciated, respected, and obeyed him, he allowed her to accept a part-time job illuminating old books and manuscripts, a delicate and rare art. Later, after she’d passed that test, without returning to her old, domineering ways, he permitted her to design jewels for the ladies of Padua, as a full-time career. Eventually, she became quite famous and successful, which fretted her lover-husband not a whiffle or a trifle because, you see, she never again disputed his masculine rights. She always came happily skipping, on-the-double, when her Lord and Master regally commanded, “Come here, and kiss me, Kate!”
Once a Lion teaches his woman a lesson, she doesn’t soon forget it. Oh, didn’t I tell you? The Bard also confirmed my suspicion that Petruchio was a Leo too. Thus, poor Kate’s fate was predestined, from the beginning of act one, scene one. But “all’s well that ends well” – on stage or off.