Leo and Pisces brings fire and water together in the personality and as Pisces represents our vastest most unknowable waters, and Leo is this concentrated individual spark of fire, we have an island burning in the center of the ocean, and the reflection of fire over the ocean deeps. This is an extremely dynamic, offhandedly psychic combination. The Leo Sun is joy of life made flesh, and Pisces is the most unreachable regions of the psyche. Mysterious, even when present, this person not only is hard for others to define, but eludes self-definition, which is laughable because Leo is so extremely conscious, so curiously aware of themselves. Yet they are and they are not. The Pisces Moon will eclipse the natural rotation of the Sun, bringing uncrossable swamp where the person thought to find a pathway. Life then astounds by dwarfing the person’s idea of self, their pitiful thought of conquering. Life becomes then—submission—which would twist up any Leonine heart. There is a play of fate in the person’s life, and their unconscious dreams is what makes up reality for them. The Leo-Pisces is as much at the mercy of life as he or she plays at shaping it. The person, no doubt, will be extremely adept at whatever they love doing for Leo brings the gumption and confidence to learn and to excel, while Pisces webs over all deep desire this untraceable knowing, so the person ends up instinctively surpassing even the lessons at hand. There is a brilliance and a vastness to this person. Something else very real are the invisible parameters of ancestry; old traumas, the parents’ parents, racial histories, these may make a prevalent mark on the person’s life in terms of underlying fears and desires that are very hard to trace, yet at the heart of their mystery, their personal myths. As I said, the consciousness is playing at dominance here, but it is the underneath worlds, the watery deeps of the ancestral line, the unconscious stories that shape the person’s life. The tragic hero, Achilles’ heel—these are palpable human despairs that the Leo-Pisces will know intimately, for his or her ego is cast into the most unforgiving waters, as Odysseus was in the hands of Poseidon on the open sea. There is a deep tendency to become lost in this combination, and to savor the despair. Lost in that the person cannot find his or her heart, it spills out of them, attaches to something or someone without their consent, and no matter what they do, their heart cannot be reasoned with, or shaken out of it. The person must follow the heart-centered road even if the end point is to find only this shallow grave of old trauma, or a laughable mistake, and so much of the life is this circuitous road back and back to the very origins, the nebulous beginning, the path of humility. Beautiful in body, magnanimous in spirit, and with an aura which dwarfs the size of the physical body, this is an ethereal yet very physical paradoxical combination, the king and the hermit. There is a desire for praise, as all Leos have; he or she needs to know that there is still love, that there is a reason to stay, a reason to live. For underneath there beats this other element that the person fears falling in, a bottomless abyss, in which there is only cold, and love is an eradicating memory. Yet eventually, the person snaps back to the reality at hand, to the fact that belief can be born again every morning, that the deepest mysteries lie in front of one’s own eyes, in the tangible. My friend’s husband is this one, a deeply enigmatic man, whose intentions seemed at the crosshairs with what was extraordinary in his life. Here the Moon is at a waning gibbous, disintegrating down from the peak of the full, peak of knowing, to an unknown.