This combination is one of fire charging an airy personality from underneath such as how black smoke precedes flames, or carries a charred scent over long distances. That atmosphere can also contain, trap, and asphyxiate when enclosed, and the Aquarian-Aries personality happens to be devoted to the ecstasy of escape. An Aquarius personality, bluntly put, is always one of acting free of conformity or compulsion. He or she must live by an individual, yet prone to change code of ethics, and by the liveliness of his or her own instincts. If ideas and love aren’t free-flowing, the person must move on, and typical routines and relationships are the first chains to be cut loose. The person respects his or herself by how well he or she beats down the unknown by sheer creative power. They vibe with odd, indefinable characters whose outlier modes of living or routes of exile are like their own, creating friendships that topple over countries of origin, ethnicity, or age. The Aquarian-Aries adores finding connections in the differences, love over bombed over spaces, and soaring where the earth sings jagged. The wanderer, the crusader, the folk singer, the mad cap, the exile—there are many categories this person might for a time pinch into, as, despite the higher avenues of thought of the Aquarian, the immaturity that is an Aries Moon tends to smolder into something specific, or trite, despite its greater expectations. But then that Moon can never sit still for long, and by sheer force will cleanse away all that made it defined, and start anew. To an Aquarian Sun the Aries Moon is a waxing crescent, symbolic of the child finding his or her strength and rolling with the joy of unconsciousness, and much is left to the unconsciousness when the Moon is in the fiery first sign of the zodiac. Impulses, the first zing of instinct are revered, and indulged in throughout life. There will most certainly be lulls, and the person is likely to blame circumstances and other people on his or her dullness, which ripens everything for abandonment in the person’s mind, and fuels the eternal excuse needed to start over. This person doesn’t feel alive without the living fire of instinct ablaze in his or her heart. And instincts tend to be most pricked alive in periods of instability, danger, and conquest. Thus, safety is what this person is most scared of. This is the Moon of attack, of singing hoarsely into the night, and charging blindly even when there’s little chance, yet incredulously the cool maturity and worldliness of the Aquarius Sun sanctions the unconscious pathway that the force of the Aries Moon opens. For the Aquarian has little patience in what is consciously expected or devised; he or she finds predictable outcomes too disheartening, repetitive. This is the sign of quantum physics after all. The Aquarian part of the person is like the general up on the hill surveying the battle; he or she seems too removed to be responsible for such dangerous and impulsive behavior, yet as it turns out that person has allowed myriad circumstances to collide so that the foot-soldiers, or the Aries Moon can be free to fight to the death. This person rarely completely trusts. He or she stands too virulently for the potentiality of divergence to be relied upon or to risk relying. This combination is one of the most wild possible, and the person will likely have the roguish history to prove it. The Aquarian-Aries lays a cool detached veneer over burning anger, passion, tears, and sudden hoarse laughter that rents the night like thunder. He or she is untamed, and cannot really be taught. Learning must be had through elemental change and deep immersion, through kinetic responses and visceral challenge. Excitedly does this person embrace a life that is rife with great pitfalls and huge climbs. The feats this person attempts are remarkable, but on a personal level there is no telling if she or he ever unwinds enough to call a place or another person home. There is a living contradiction in them between distance and depth, clutching someone’s throat with eyes that shirk accountability. There are winds that they feel really beyond as they, with a kind of nihilism, let the unconsciousness topple over even their best intentions. The Aquarian-Aries might at times profess love and the desire for trust and security, but the untamed part of themselves is always smoldering, and this part will slowly or suddenly erode intention with the flame of creation that is also destruction. But Aquarius is also the sign of the new world order, and thus what this person in crusader-like fashion achieves is a clearing away of all that is compensatory and sorrowful, traumatic, or codependent, so that new homes and new kinds of relationships can follow, but after this person’s trail evaporates like smoke. He or she cannot be contained, caught, or made to function a certain way. Cannot always be held. You might find this person at cliffsides, camping in the winter, at raucous concerts, the doorsteps of widows, or on desert plains. They must see the depths of their souls cast onto a grand landscape. That’s the Aquarian vision spread before the feet of the eternal child, who is always young at heart. I made love with a man of this combination a few times in my life; he possessed ice-cool eyes and I could feel him undressing me, even when we were in the same room with the mother of his son. Women used to crowd around him at his concerts. He’d been homeless, broken his back, been on the road in Europe, across the Americas. When he played his instrument it was wildly, even incoherently, such as cannot be taught. Whatever happened in his past still seemed to dog his psyche, but that hellhound dog at his heels was also the one thing that could define him, more than any place, or woman.