There’s been a wobble in the universe that’s rocking my world.
Well not really, because I’m Gemini and we thrive on ruction and adventure, but if you are a Virgo who fears imperfection or a Taurus afraid of change, then you may need to sit down.
The BBC Science department has released a revelation.
It shows that that since the ancient Greeks created the zodiac over 2000 years ago, the wobble of the earth has caused the stars to shift. This means for most of us, the constellations of our birth are a month out. What’s more, the BBC states there is a thirteenth sign we never knew about; a serpent bearer bringing evil into the Garden of Eden that is astrological wonder.
To find out what star sign you ACTUALLY are click here.
Astrologists are disputing the BBC’s new zodiac, but it’s got me worried. Because according to the Science boffins, I am actually not a Gemini, but a Taurus.
I refuse to believe this. But don’t you dare call me stubborn and bull headed like the bull.
Of course I don’t believe my personality was set by the stars shining above me when I came into the world (the exact timing of which my mother can not remember). Nor do I make life decisions based on advice from an intern who drew the short straw to write the horoscope post for a magazine or website that month. I know that the world won’t end if Mercury is transiting Uranus.
Yet I do dabble.
Like many women I had my chart done in my late twenties. Don’t judge me, I was dealing with my Saturn return – a time of great questioning and transformation. The Astrologer said I had sensuality like Mick Jagger and a self-destructive streak like Elvis. It was therapy without taking up the time of a psychologist who would have been better off helping someone with real problems rather than a middle class white girl who was worried she’d never find a boyfriend and have a child. I didn’t change my life except to avoid the Rolling Stones and cut down on the hamburgers and peanut butter.
