Taurus Woman and Taurus Man Compatibility
He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and
shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed
to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were
down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.
A Taurus man walks firmly, in a straight line, toward his goal, step-by-step, not leap-by-leap. He’s perfectly content to reap the harvest of his well-deserved re-wards in their own due season, and misfortune or bad luck barely disturbs his tranquility. He may carry a heavy load of responsibilities and bravely accepted, wearying duties – his great heart may be burdened nearly to breaking by the painful memory of myriad past disappointments, but the strong Bull goes right on walking, as though nothing had ever happened. More often than not, his steady and patient plodding is eventually crowned with sweet success.
One is reminded of the equally brave, pathetic Nature bull. He stands there, uncertain, but unflinching maddened by pain and starvation, facing the sadistic toreadors … . scorning any display of weakness, refusing to fall, no matter how many dozens of sharp bandilleros pierce his body charging the taunting red cape again and again and again, in uncomprehending confusion both infuriated and terrorized by the screams of the crowd until he’s mercifully executed at the end of the grisly ceremony of fake male macho known as The Bullfight, the unspeakably cruel “sport” Papa Hemingway so adored, in which cowardly, despicable humans, fancying themselves to be heroes, torture, tease, torment – and finally murder a magnificent animal while spiritually retarded brutes of both sexes look on and cheer his death agony from the bleachers, in chilling imitation of the bloodthirsty, roaring, insane multitudes in the Coliseum, shortly before Rome fell into the blackness of oblivion – last time – via the courtesy of Karma’s just and final coup-de-grace.
Should the foregoing, thunderous truth offend, perchance, anyone reading the Spanish language edition of this book, so be it. I make no apology, nor does astrology, to such Iberians and Mexicans. “He that killeth an ox is as if he slew a man” (Isaiah 66:3). There are many millions of fine Spanish and Mexican men and women, residing both in the U.S. and south of the border, who find their thrills, pleasures and excitements in ways other than watching the public torture and murder of helpless beasts – and this book is written to be shared by these Light-Bearing Ones, who don’t stand in the shadow of shame that darkens their ancient heritage of long-ago splendor. The others may come along for the ride, if they wish, but let them both be forewarned and informed that their possible annoyance over my frank analysis of their bullfights leaves this Ram unrepentantly unruffled and unmoved.
The transiting Mars is passing over my natal Aries Sun today as I write, and the effect of the influence will last a considerable while, as always, during which times, certain things never fail to get socked into their proper place in my life. Rather like spring housecleaning, you know?
The typical male Bull possesses the same calm, silent strength of purpose as his astrological symbol, if he’s a spiritually evolved Taurean. Even if he’s a Taurus mutant, like Adolf Hitler, the powerful determination is still present. The average Taurus man is visibly influenced by the courage and iron will of his Bull symbol, and makes admirable use of it. This man knows what he wants, and is willing to sacrifice whatever is necessary, without whining or complaining, to reach the green pastures he seeks. Nothing could endear him more to the Taurus woman. She is impressed. Let the other girls shiver in romantic ecstasy over the barefoot prophets who lie in the grass all day, idling away the hours, stringing love beads, and strumming their guitars. Give her a practical Bull, who wears shoes. When he hangs a strand of love beads around her neck, they won’t be made of dried coffee beans. They’ll be from a real jewelry store, and they’ll be paid for in full. If he strums a guitar, it will be to pick up some bread as a musician, not merely to howl at the Moon on a summer night in Central Park – or in London’s Kensington Gardens (Taurus men always make one think of England’s John Bull).
These two have much in common. Like, she has a firm grip on her pocketbook, and he hangs on to his billfold with both fists. Since they’re both lovers of Nature, they’re crazy about planting green things and watching them grow – like Mutual Funds and Christmas Clubs. That’s another thing they have in common. They both know Santa Claus is a put-on. He doesn’t live at the North Pole, never did. He’s the president of their bank, his name is Christopher G.Kringle, and he doesn’t drive a sleigh pulled by reindeer, he drives a good, solid Buick sedan. If they’ve been good all year, and made their regular deposits, he stuffs their socks with dividends and interest payments, which will someday provide them with a house in the peaceful country, near a quiet stream, far from the honking taxi cabs, smog, noisy teenagers and smoky night clubs of the city.
It’s easy to be fooled by Bulls, but don’t be. Like, the night club thing. You might believe the glamorous Bulls you’ve seen hanging around sizzling, noisy, boisterous, and bellicose places like Hollywood, California – so obviously incompatible with the image of crickets chirping cheerfully in a country twilight – are a living denial of their earthy Sun Signs. Don’t jump to hasty conclusions. Taurus never does. Take American film actor Glenn Ford, a Bull. In the Spring of 1978, he was quoted in a popular news magazine as saying, “I’m going to surprise everyone I know very soon, when they hear how many acres and acres of land I’m buying in Australia, which is where I plan to live.”
Behind the surface glitter of whatever occupation or career (including politics) a Bull follows on his way to the farm, hides the smoldering, ever-growingstronger dream of escape from the teeming city, to the blessed peace and freshness of the sweet-smelling countryside – hay, horses, manure, and all. The dream may surface at any time throughout the life of a Taurus, but surface it will – even though it’s delayed until what the insurance companies con us into believing is the last third of the “alleged” life span.
Should it happen to take the Taurus man a little longer than he planned to build the foundation for their future together, whether in music, art, business, banking, politics, or whatever, the female Taurean is as patient as he. This woman probably won’t mind working for a few years to support her Bull, as long as he’s out there symbolically pitching the hay and genuinely trying to make the grass of their escape grow greener. She’ll wait – uncomplainingly, for the most part. It all sounds perfectly lovely, doesn’t it? They’re a matched set – and unbreakable.
The first thing you know, they’ve fallen solidly in love. The next thing you know, they’re standing firmly before a Minister, Priest, Rabbi or J.P., gazing calmly into each other’s tranquil eyes and murmuring “I do.” The third thing you know, the honeymoon is over, and they’ve both started saying “I won’t.” About various things. She wants children, but he thinks it’s wiser to postpone a family until their bank balance is fatter – so she has a baby or two anyway, just to show him he can’t push her around.
She wants to buy an expensive electric organ because she loves to play and sing, and he tells her, “No. We simply can’t afford it.” If she wheedles or
coaxes, he’ll say “NO!” a little louder. So, she opens a charge account (after carefully calculating the monthly payments into her household budget) and orders the organ delivered anyway. The following day, he sends it right back to the store, just to show her she can’t push him around. (Sometimes it’s an expensive stereo, with speakers. Same thing.)
Perhaps there’s a film she wants to see. So she plants a few smooches on his cheek, and whispers some private endearments into his close-to-the-head Bull’s ear, even if it’s really flattened and laid-back in anger. “Come on, sweetie-honey-bug-lollipop, let’s go to the movies tonight? Pretty-please-with-brown-sugarand-cream-on-its-tail?” (Not all, but most Taurus lovers tend toward more than a touch of baby-talk, like Libra lovers. It’s the Venus rulership of both signs.)
HER: Why not, sweetie-pumpkin?
HIM: Because I don’t want to.
That closes the subject, for the remainder of the evening. Later, after they’ve tucked themselves cozily into bed, and turned out the lights, he says, “Hey! You forgot to kiss me goodnight. I’m feeling very romantic, baby-dumpling. Kiss me, and see what happens.” (Most Bulls are very plain-spoken, regarding sexual matters – privately, that is.)
HER: (sweetly, melodiously) No.
HIM: Why not, honey-pot?
HER: Because I don’t want to.
(a few moments of heavy silence then)
HIM: I’m going to a hotel.
HER: (suddenly alarmed) Why?
HIM: Because I want to.
And another subject is closed. Sometimes for the night, as he plods angrily, clutching his favorite blanket, no farther than the den. Sometimes for several weeks or months, if he really checks into a hotel as he threatened (and he might!). It depends.
I know a devoted couple who live in Los Angeles (and this is, druid honor, an absolutely true story, with only a couple of minor changes to protect the innocent – or the guilty). Both Taurus Sun Signs. He’s a song-writer, a lyricist and composer of Hollywood film scores. She’s a retired Berlin newspaper reporter, who was born in Germany. When they were “keeping company,” the Bull repeatedly refused to marry her. He thought they should test the stability of their love first, before taking such a drastic step, for a “reasonable” length of time (which stretched out into quite a number of years). His Taurus lady cried, pleaded, begged, became angry – and tried to reason with him. He wouldn’t budge. “Don’t you care for me?” Yes. He cared for her, intensely. But the Bull just wasn’t ready for a matrimonial commitment, and that was that.
It’s now more than a decade later (as of this writing). They remain very much in love, and they have four children – two boys and a set of twin girls. They still have not legally married. He has cried, pleaded, begged, become angry – and tried to reason with her. She hasn’t budged an inch. He’s even asked his “mother-in-law” to talk to her, reason with her, and try to move the now mother of his children from her firm position – and for a Bull, that’s a gigantic concession. A Taurus man likes interference from relatives in his private affairs like General Motors likes Ralph Nader. But this hasn’t accomplished anything either.
HER: The children have your name legally, they have two loving parents, they’re included in your will and your insurance, we have a nice home, and we’re a warm, devoted, and happy family. We don’t need a piece of paper to make it legal.
HIM: Honey-baby, don’t you love me ?
HER: Of course I love you, deeply.
HIM: But sweetheart, if you love me and I love you, and we’re so happy together, and you know it will last forever, and we have four children who need the emotional security of wedded parents, why won’t you marry me ?
HER: Because I don’t want to.
Of course, not all Taurus couples go as far as that, but it’s always a possibility, since, as I told you, the foregoing is a true situation. The average Taurean man and woman will usually insist on the full sanction of the law before entering into any kind of cooperative venture, whether it be business or matrimony, and most Bulls see a decided similarity between the two.
In a liaison of love between Taurus and Taurus, there will be many times when their mutual stubbornness, and refusal to look at the other side, will lead them down the blind alleys of mental and emotional prejudice, and they’ll find it difficult to communicate. Still, one of the marvelous things about Bulls is that they possess the ability to shrug off frustration and learn from experience. What Taurus has finally learned, Taurus never ever forgets. Never. Ever. If these two try hard to learn the lesson of forgiveness (never easy for Bulls) they can hold each other’s hands tightly (Bulls do everything tightly) and find their way out of those dark blind alleys. I know a Taurus woman whose favorite philosophy is: “Every experience is a good experience.” It’s an admirable attitude, but I’ve noticed she has a little trouble forgetting the bad ones. She learns from them, yes – but sometimes the lesson she learns is merely to turn her back on the person or situation, without ever trying again – and such lessons teach the heart nothing.
Sex, of course, is only another human experience, but an extremely important one to Taurus lovers or mates. Their initial attraction is usually strongly physical, with the mental and emotional blending coming later, like the honey frosting on a carrot cake. Normally, that’s not the ideal priority order in which to approach total love, but with a couple of Taureans, surprisingly it works out fine. Perhaps not so surprisingly. Because sex is an exercise in total sensuality for the average or typical Taurus person, the physical expression of love between this man and woman can gradually develop into an almost psychedelic experiment – although most Bulls (not all, but most) scowl darkly at the very mention of drugs. To Taurus, if you smoke grass, you’re foolish and weak, if you drop acid, you’re unquestionably mentally unsound – and if you mess around with speed, cocaine, heroin, angel dust, and so forth, you’re on a frantic Freeway, headed straight toward spiritual suicide – as swiftly and surely as you’re headed toward actual suicide. Ponder the percentages.
Most Taureans have a solid grasp of the metaphysical teaching that drugs are the False Prophets warned of by the Book of Revelations in the New Testament – which, if not recognized as such, can bring on the Gotterdammerung prematurely. Actually the dogmatic Bulls are closer to truth than they suspect. It may have been, in the cosmic concept, necessary for drug-induced awareness to burst open: new spiritual vistas for the Golden Age of Aquarius. But this galactic-cosmic experiment of the Masters – this preliminary to Earth’s spiritual awakening – has served its purpose (at the cost of much human suffering, as well as enlightenment). Now it’s time to halt, lean back and ponder the insight thus gained. Every Sun Sign is charged with a special and particular mission, and the Taurus Bulls (and Capricorn Goats) are charged with keeping our collective feet on the ground regarding such matters.
Oddly (and actually) it has been the solid, Earthbound (but perceptive) Taureans of my personal acquaintance who’ve been the ones to first realize that all the hullabaloo about electronic bugging and snooping has merely been a material level rehearsal for the swiftly approaching time when every man and woman will be able to “read” each other’s human auras, and therefore able to perceive far more “secrets” than it’s possible to learn about people via tape-recorded conversations, telephone tapping, and such. You didn’t realize that Earth Sign Cappy Richard Nixon performed such a vital and giant galactic preparatory role for all of us, did you? (Neither did he.)
In like manner, drugs have been the material level rehearsal for the fast approaching opening of the Third Eye in every man and woman, which will allow them to see and interpret the human aura, and recall past incarnations. Children are all born with the Third Eye open (see last paragraph of Scorpio-Scorpio chapter). In medical terminology, they are born with a soft pineal gland. But it gradually grows less soft as children submit to the imagination-stifling restrictions of their elders, until it finally becomes stone-hard, and like all adults then, they “have rocks in their heads” (which is, by the way, literally how that term originated in the subconscious).
Many true mystics and “sensitives” (including Taurus “psychic” Peter Hurkos) have suffered a blow on the head, near the Third Eye (pineal gland) which caused it to soften again, as in childhood, allowing them to perceive the real world and the Eternal Now of Past, Present and Future. Tibetan monks have accomplished this through physical manipulation exercises, meditation – and even surgery (in rare cases). But Love (quite seriously and technically) accomplishes it more swiftly. The so-called “saints” (and Jesus himself) used only Love as the method for opening up the Third Eye or pineal gland. It’s a whole lot safer, and much more pleasant than falling off a ladder or bumping into a door – also considerably more joyful than monotonous, boring Eastern meditation rites. Besides, the latter can dangerously release the Kundalini Serpent Power prematurely, which causes all manner of bodily pain and emotional torment. In other words, don’t contemplate your navel, never mind what any flower-draped Tantra Guru might tell you, until you’ve first learned to love one another purely and unselfishly, as the Nazarene counseled, learned how to forgive your enemies – and to do unto others what you’d like to have them do unto you – or you may have reason to wish your Third Eye would harden again. A word to the wise is sufficient. A word to the foolish, as all Bulls know, is wasted.
In 1975, I had a discussion with three enlightened Bulls (two males, one female) who were easily convinced, despite the typical Taurean stubbornness, that it’s time for Earthlings to move on to the next practice session, beyond the initial stage of drug-induced, largely false visions – the next stage of spiritual development being the realization that one may only surely “see God” or “know Truth” through the control of the conscious mind – through control of what Francis of Assisi called Brother Body, via proper nutrition, exercise, and avoiding the abuse of sexual energy – and third (and most vital) through the daily, hourly practice of an interchange of love, kindness, and forgiveness. Including the kindness not to further torture our animal brothers and sisters, by way of butchering them, murdering them, shooting them for “sport,” dissecting them – and eating their flesh – which circles right back (full serpent circle) to the necessary cleansing and purification of Brother Body (and Sister Body).
Somehow, I have a distinct and nearly tangible sense that the Bulls who are reading this chapter about themselves and their attitudes toward all these urgent matters are breathing hard behind my shoulder and demanding to know how to protect themselves from the naked mental and emotional exposure of their personal auras soon to be readable to everyone who says “Good morning” to them. (Taureans have such a thing about privacy, you know.) Dear Bulls, don’t worry. Adequate protection from the invasion of your innermost private thoughts, as revealed in your aura, is definitely possible. But you must be patient, and I know you’ll understand when I tell you that you must wait for a forthcoming book of mine, if you want me to discuss the details of such protection with you, step-by-step. Believe me, there’s time. Now, may we return to the subject of the Taurus attitude toward drugs?
To the Taurus man and woman, if they’re typical Bulls, using drugs is like “instant God,” a quick glimpse of profound Truth – so profound it can literally blow the mind of a not-yet-sufficiently-evolved person, not to mention his or her soul. From an esoteric and cosmic point of view, according to the wisdom of the ancients, the Taurus Bulls have nailed the Truth square center, in this respect, as they do most everything else.
Taureans may be a bit overly stuffy concerning the dangers of smoking “grass,” but even supposing that grass (pot) is relatively harmless (especially when compared to the destructive effect of the poisoning process of alcohol, nicotine, and white sugar addiction) it’s nevertheless not too cool to develop a dependence upon even the mildest emotional or spiritual crutch. If you were to try an experiment, and use a crutch, without the need for one, in a surprisingly brief period of time you’d be shocked to see your actual leg shrink in size – and eventually it would become permanently atrophied, permanently paralyzed, for the simple reason of non-use. Ask your doctor.
Substituting for the crutch the mildest or most potent stimulant or depressant, from grass and coke to heroin or angel dust – and substituting for your physical leg and Third Eye (pineal gland) wherein lies all psychic power, sensitivity, and spiritual wisdom – the identical process occurs: shrinkage and eventual permanent atrophy of the Third Eye from non-use.
Taurus men and women instinctively know it’s just plain dumb to paralyze anything deliberately, whether it’s an arm, a leg, the Third Eye, or any other part of the body. Every Bull possesses such innate horse sense or common sense (barring severe afflictions in the nativity). In this feeling, Taurus hits the nail square center again.
It may seem strange that Taurus, normally, on the surface of it, the most un-esoteric Sun Sign of the twelve, should be so close to the spiritual truth concerning drugs. Yet, it’s not really strange at all to an astrologer. Everyone, you see, strongly feels, on a subconscious level, the magnetic attraction (polaritypull) of his or her opposite Sun Sign on the karmic wheel of Life – or the zodiac wheel. The sign opposite Taurus is the deeply spiritual and psychic, sensitive, and perceptive Scorpio – ruled by the powerful planet Pluto, which is the planet in charge of all these matters (in close partnership with Neptune, ruler of Pisces). Scorpio’s ruling Pluto is also intimately aligned with Pan-Horus, the true
ruler of Taurus. When Pan-Horus is finally identified and named (once again) and takes over the time-energy rulership of all Bulls, allowing Taurus people to return their foster ruler, Venus, to Libra, where she belongs – Taureans will be as “knowing” as Scorpios in all spiritual matters, while retaining the soft influence of Venus – from a distance, in an esoteric sense. “Be ye wise as a Serpent, yet as harmless as a Dove,” therefore applies to enlightened Taureans.
The Sun Sign Taurus astrology students reading this might want to contemplate a quick and easy proof of the inescapable tie with one’s opposite polarity Sun Sign (in the case of Taurus – Scorpio). Astrologically, Taurus rules the throat and vocal cords. The opposite sign, Scorpio, rules, among other things, The sex organs. When puberty occurs in a male, which is a sexual change, there is a simultaneous change of voice. This polarity proof can be given in multiple and fascinating ways, all around the horoscopic wheel – but a detailed analysis of these will have to wait for that forthcoming book I mentioned.
Scorpio. Ah, yes! That brings us neatly back to sex – which I’m sure pleases the patient Bulls, who have all been waiting so nicely and quietly for us to return to a subject of intense interest to them.
No one who uses a mind-expanding drug to increase the sense sensations will ever come as close to the ultimate in sensual expression and experience as two Taurus people who are twin souls (not all of them are) when they are making love. A person on a drug high may perch atop a mushroom (a large one, naturally) deep in ecstasy, contemplating the scent of a bar of soap, the intricate patterns in a daisy’s petal, the exquisite taste of a drop of water, as well as its bursting life force … . the texture of a splinter or the symphony of the sound of a ticking clock. But this spaced-out dude or dame has nothing on two Taurus lovers.
A Bull of either sex can spend hour after endless hour lying on the rich, fragrant Earth, beneath the same mushroom (where it’s far more comfortable, with ample room to stretch out) contemplating ecstatically the scent of the beloved’s skin, the intricate, delicate, faerie cobweb sky-map of the lines in the lover’s hand, the singing feel of soft hair, the delicious taste of an ear lobe or the crashing crescendos of the partner’s heartbeat.
Taurus people don’t often burst verbally into poetry (though they frequently burst into song) during lovemaking, and they’re not overly sensitive to the finer emotional implications of sex, but they are certainly receptive to its sensual possibilities. The Bull doesn’t feel the same lack of a sixth sense as most people, being so acutely aware of and tuned into the other five. There’s seldom any serious disagreement in the area of sexual union between two well-mated Bulls, except perhaps when one of them refuses to make love because he (or she) is pouting about something. That’s when a sixth sense might come in handy. It could help one Taurean develop more psychic perception about why the other one is being so stubborn, by using ESP to flash on what the temporarily frigid one really wants – which I can tell them is not to be left alone, no matter how it may seem. (It’s probably just a secret desire to be coaxed.)
In other areas of their relationship, a Taurus man and woman have the potential to accumulate a sizable amount of money and material possessions – which you’d better believe they’ll manage to keep. They’re both sentimental, warm, and loving, their emotional behavior gently guided by their foster ruler, Venus, who influences their nature with much tenderness and gentleness but is also occasionally an influence of temptation toward every form of excess, including food, drink, financial greed, sex, and anything else you can think of offhand (with the already noted exception of drugs, which only the very rare Bull is tempted to abuse). These two are equally strong, patient and emotionally stable – except for those far-apart spells of blind fury, which normally only occur every decade or so, when the Bulls are really aroused – then look out! As I mentioned earlier in this chapter, the Taurus man and woman are a perfectly matched set.
As for any periodic problems of communication between them, the Bull knows exactly how to say “I’m sorry” and “I need you” in silent Taurean sign language – and his Taurus woman knows exactly how to interpret it. With these two, a touch on the hand in a dark room can dispense with the necessity of speaking a single word.
Shall we leave them now? You may have noticed how very, very quiet and still it’s become, during the reading of the last few pages. That means the Bull and his mate are communicating and wish to be left alone. Don’t be rude and snoopy, now, and try to read their auras. Leave these lovers in peace. Don’t disturb the Bull, and the Bull won’t disturb you. In other words, let’s mind our own business. As Taureans always mind theirs.