Sagittarius Woman and Aquarius Man Compatibility
Linda Goodman is renowned best selling astrologer who has written books on Astrology and in depth knowledge of Signs, which has redefined the way of Astrology.
This post is based on Linda Goodman’s Book “A NEW APPROACH TO THE HUMAN HEART LINDA GOODMAN’S LOVE SIGNS” for the Love Compatibility of Sagittarius woman with Aquarius man.
For a moment, the circle of light was broken, and something
gave Peter a loving little pinch.
Let’s lead off with Uranus. His ruler. It’s not by any means a stronger or swifter orbiting planet than Jupiter (her ruler) but quicker. Uranus rules electricity and lightning, which is quicker than almost anything you can think of (except perhaps the Sagittarian temper). The Aquarian man has a persistent scientific bent, wherever he works, whatever he does. If he’s a gardener, he’ll design hanging gardens. Hanging from unexpected places. Like the chandelier in the living room. If he’s a plumber, he’ll figure out a way to wire the dishwasher drain to the television, so one can watch Tom Snyder on Tomororow while stacking the dishes tonight because one felt lazy yesterday. If he works in a library, he’ll scientifically design the book shelves so that all the titles can be nicely read upside down, the way he reads them, and probably categorize them in a peculiar (but to him a sensible) manner.
Like the love stories under “M” for Mush, the Tolkien books filed in the aisle marked “S” for Super-Superlative, and the books about spacecraft and UFO sightings on the shelf labeled “W” for When? or Wow! or possibly “T” for Terrific. Louisa May Alcott’s “Little Women” he’ll file under “P” for Pornographic. Maybe “E” for ERA. It’s hard to tell. And like that. (Aquarian actor, Telly Savalas, invented the phrase “and like that,” you know. You didn’t? Now you do.)
There was this radio station where I used to write continuity, in Johnstown,Pennsylvania. One night the announcer who read the eleven o’clock sportscast was desperate. He couldn’t find the theme music for his ten minutes sports show. The station’s Aquarian record librarian had absent-mindedly filed it away and gone home for the day. Panic and pandemonium! The turntable was spinning, and it was 30 seconds before air time. No theme record. Since the name of the theme was The Notre Dame Victory March, naturally, the announcer looked under “N” (Notre Dame) for the missing disc. Not there. Frantically, he looked under “V” for Victory March, then under “M” for maybe Marches. No luck. I will never forget as long as I live the expression of pathetic gratitude on that poor perspiring announcer’s face when I rushed into the control room exactly one second before air time, and handed him the theme record I’d miraculously managed to find for him. On a crazy hunch, I had checked the “F” drawer. Sure enough, there it was! Filed under Fighting Irish. The next day the Aquarian record librarian couldn’t understand all the mishagosh.
Where else could anyone file it? Wasn’t that the most logical place? Aquarians are closet humanitarians, along with being ecologically inclined. I (seriously) know a biology major at San Diego State University, who plans, after he gets his degree as a biologist, to enter law school, take the Bar and become a practicing attorney, so he can file Class A Action lawsuits on behalf of green plants and animals. (True, not make-believe.)
The Uranus-ruled man is uncommonly inventive, and is always popping up (not coming up – popping up) with some new idea no one has ever thought of before (in this particular solar system, that is). His mind is both brilliant and wayward, his mental process highly original. Unique, one might call it. Fruity and off the wall the girl Archer might call it, in her “charmingly tactful” manner, when she happens to be temporarily furious with him. Yet the Aquarian man’s scientific nature isn’t motivated by the attitudes and methodology of science today. Naturally. Aquarius lives in tomorrow, so why should he care a pickle about the rules of today? It has a certain ring of logic, you must admit.
Today’s scientists insist on having everything properly proven and substantiated by hard facts before they’ll deign to even listen to a new idea, let alone consider it. The Water Bearer knows instinctively that mankind would never advance (neither would womankind, but he’s hardly aware of the difference between the two) unless people are willing to first dream, however wild the dream, then set about proving it – rather than the other way around, which to him, is clearly viewing the process of discovery in the exact reverse of the way it should be, in his opinion, viewed.
Many of the great minds responsible for the leaps and strides of knowledge in every area have been ruled by the progressive planet, Uranus. Fortunately for the planet Earth, we’ve been blessed with a fair number of Uranus-guided Aquarian births, of the male and female and combined gender (Aquarius is the sign of the uni-sex, so they’re all a little of this and a little of that, which is why they’re so fascinating) or we might not have progressed beyond the cave dweller stage. Enter now the Sagittarius girl (stumbling over the Water Bearer’s rock garden in the hallway) and already we have a slight problem. She may think (at least occasionally) that the Aquarian man she loves and hates with equal purple passion belongs exactly there, and nowhere else. In a cave. As a cave dweller.
Preferably one at the zoo, with a fence around it, so he can’t escape. Secretly, of course, she adores his unconventional ideas and wierdo behavior. His very unpredictability is what drew her heart to skip over and wave hello to his when she first met him – the day he offered her his umbrella in the rain, and she grinned a grateful thanks, until she discovered it was full of holes because he likes to walk in a bit of a shower, but not a downpour. “A little rain is refreshing and exciting,” he told her, “but too much is a real drag. Don’t you think?”
She wasn’t sure. She nodded. But it was a long time before she was sure. When she was, she punched tiny holes in her own umbrella – the one she saved up for a month to buy on sale at Saks. By then, as you’ve probably gathered, she had caught his craziness. It’s very contagious, and the worst of it is that there’s no immunity serum available. (No way for the unsuspecting, trusting girl Archer to seek immunization from the lightning bolts of her Uranus man either. But later for that.)
There will be moments when she forgets that she once thought his odd-ball antics were the most virtuous of all virtues, and see them as the viceiest of all vices. At such times, her Jupiter expansiveness can cause her to expand her annoyance into a volley of stinging arrows of truth (or truth as she sees it at that particular moment) that she’ll regret later and probably apologize for profusely when she’s had a chance to think it over and decide she’s been too hasty. She’s sorry she told him he needed to have his head candled and was missing more than a couple of his marbles upstairs. He’ll most likely forgive her – he may even shock her by being puzzled because he’s forgotten she ever said those things. He forgot? When he was so angry at the time he emptied a bottle of glue in her hair? How could he have forgotten? Never mind how. He forgot. Aquarians don’t clutter their craniums with unnecessary data when it’s no longer relevant. It leaves less room for their inventive ideas and zig-zag thoughts about things that really matter.
There’s something bright and brave and honest about the Sagittarian woman that makes the Aquarian man’s heart do funny cartwheels. He’s genuinely touched by her obvious lack of pretentiousness, her open, friendly manner and her also obvious integrity. So she says a few brutally blunt things once in a while. At least she doesn’t lie or pretend to be someone or something she isn’t.
She’s herself. She’s real, not phony. The kind of person he likes best. He asked her to be his friend, then – and hopefully she realized it as the most sincere invitation she ever received from a male. Because to an Aquarian, friendship is never taken (or given) lightly. Aquarians place a higher value on friendship than the majority of people nowadays place on love. And so, to be invited to be his friend could be near the equivalent of a proposal of marriage from other Sun Sign males. Maybe even better. It’s simply great when lovers and mates can also be real friends. A rare romantic bonus. This man and woman have a better chance to achieve that kind of desirable blend in their relationship than lots of other couples, thanks to their 3-11 karmic friendship vibratory pattern.
Because the Sagittarius girl is a friendly person herself, she trusts most everyone she meets to share her own open and frank way of communicating and expressing her feelings on all subjects, romantic or platonic. Repeatedly, human nature being as varied and fickle as it is, she’s disappointed. Her negative experiences seldom turn her bitter, or drown her innate Jupiter enthusiasm and optimistic outlook, but they can cause her to become a trifle skeptical. The dictionary interprets bitter as “characterized by hatred and resentment” – and skeptical as “not easily convinced, doubting or questioning.” However heartbreaking and tragic some of her emotional memories may be, this is not a woman you could label as “characterized by hatred and resentment” (barring unusually severe planetary afflictions in her birth chart). But this is definitely a woman who’s not easily convinced, who sometimes doubts until she’s sure – and assuredly a female who is “questioning.” She’s spilling over with questions.
From the time she was small, she began asking the world what it was up to, spinning around and going nowhere but back to the beginning. She more than questions love. She has her doubts and curiosity about politics, architecture, films, books, advertising, biology, zoology, ecology – and most of all, religion. She swings from being devoutly spiritual to stark atheism, and back again .. . forever searching,… seeking truth. She possesses a talent for prophecy too, of which she’s probably blissfully unaware, and she’s a gay philosopher at heart.
Most of the conclusions she reaches, after giving relatives, friends and strangers her Jupiter third degree, are happy ones, in the final analysis, containing a positive note about the future, rainbow-hued with hope. It’s just that she doesn’t like to fool anyone, or be fooled herself. For all her shining idealism, she’d still much rather hear it like it is, so she can deal with the realities, not illusions. Because she was born under a sign of duality, she can be a puzzling contradiction, even to a Water Bearer, and that’s saying a lot! The Aquarian man will agree with her viewpoints more often than not. He, too, seeks reality, not illusions. The difference is that he realizes, perhaps sooner than she, that reality itself may be an illusion – and what others have called illusions may be the true reality. The theory itself will fascinate her. She’ll ask him a thousand questions, excitedly, far into the night…. her curious, alert mind, as always, stimulated by a new concept.
He may also be stimulated during their “far-into-the-night” philosophical rap sessions, but by something more than a new concept. Aquarian males don’t normally concentrate unduly on the sexual side of a human relationship. But once a sensual or an erotic thought has been accidently planted in his Uranian mind, it will grow and sprout like any other seed in his busy mental bean bag swiftly, and in an odd variety. But beautiful. Like wildflowers.
The Sagittarian woman is easily bored almost literally to tears by unimaginative, uninspired, ordinary and mundane lovemaking. Her Water Bearer will surely not let her down when it comes (finally) to the physical expression of his love for her – or his friendship offer – same thing to him. Sometimes he’ll cause her heart to turn over with his gentleness and tender touch. Other times, he’ll make her laugh till she cries with his awkward, clumsy, nighttime surprises – like crawling in bed wearing his ear muffs, reciting a poem to the small toe on her left foot… maybe whispering a confession to her just before he kisses her in the darkness, that he hopes she won’t hate him, but he’s been having an affair with another woman. Just one of those things. Uncontrollable.
It happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly, and he was seduced before he realized he was being unfaithful to her. She’ll snap on the lights then, throw a pillow (or something more substantial) across the room, and demand to know her name, trembling. He’ll offer to show her a picture of her rival… walk over to his favorite, baggy sweater, dejectedly, guiltily pull out a snapshot from the frayed pocket, and hand it to her, begging her to forgive him. She’ll grab it from him, saying something like, ¢¢:&&***!!##$$%*!!. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he’ll ask her, softly. “She looks a lot like you. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t help myself.” She’ll gather all her courage, her heart pounding, and gaze at the picture.
It is a photo of the new baby girl walrus at Sea World, with dainty whiskers and small, round, eloquent eyes. The lights go out again almost instantly, and he’ll murmur against her ear, in the purple darkness … . “Now, where were we? Oh, now I remember! I was kissing you Good Morning … ” She’ll remind him that it isn’t morning, just a little past midnight. He’ll hold her closer, and ask, very quietly .. . “Then why did I see sunrise in your eyes a few minutes ago? No. Making love will never be mundane between the Centaur and the Water Bearer. Air fans Fire into passion, sometimes with the slightest breath. And her Fire will warm his airy nonchalance into a depth of desire and a steady need few other women could arouse in him. They respond affectionately to the soaring spirit in one another, this man and this woman. Because they both know that sex can be funny… and sublime. Their intimacies are as unpredictable as a playful breeze now and then, as softly silent as a snowfall in a deep forest. Still and peaceful. Suddenly, she’ll become a clown – and he’ll become a complete circus, monkeys, trapezes, peanuts, elephants and all. With three rings. Then back to snowflakes. And Good Morning embraces at midnight.
There will be moments when his irrational Air Sign anger will strike like a bolt of lightning, out of the blue. There will be other moments when her Jupiter temper will swell into a fury, and she’ll hailstone cold accusations across the room in his general direction. But he’ll just put on his ear muffs, and scribble her a note on her new T shirt with a crayon. “Now it’s really midnight.” She’ll melt, pack a picnic basket.. and off they’ll go to find a gurgling stream in the woods together .. . build a campfire and tell each other ghost stories in the twilight, leaning against a surprised tree, munching Triscuits.
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