This is a miraculous combination in which there are equal parts illumination and humility mixed deep into the life. We have here the Full Moon to Virgo’s Sun—the full potential, in a sense, of the Virgoan Sun. The antithetical nature of opposites always applies to the Full Moon aspect, but none so acutely juxtaposes pragmatism with the ephemeral as this one. It is rather lovely actually that the Moon is the one advanced, the Moon is the part of the person which really knows. That position is the source of the person’s dual illumination-humility. This person is extremely psychic and aurally sensitive, a master at both designing and traipsing through various atmospheres, and one of our own ocean's beloved children. The person breathes most fully near water, let’s go most completely in the sea. This is the only sign—Virgo—which bears the Full Moon in the last sign of the zodiac, in Pisces. And the cost is a heavy discerning inner voice that sculpts this world expertly even as it deadens it. The person will demonstrate the very ethos of the opposition to the extreme; he or she both believes and does not, is crushed by doubt and absolutely capable of manifesting with the power of his or her mind. All comes down to the rootedness of the person’s faith. The paradox of faith lives in the person; for the ephemeral must take root in the material in order to flower, to bring forth miracles. The person possesses an Earth Sun, and all the Earth Sun people—Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn—walk a bit heavy-footed on this earth. These people have particular, meaningful relationships with certain materials, possessions, places, and possess the skillsets that do these materials justice. A Virgo Sun, precisely because it is by nature always opposite the sign of Pisces, though it projects great capability and reason for respect, is curiously bitten by so much that is unseen and unmeasurable. The unknown feels like a weight and so long as it does, there is a fair amount of suffering, and disillusionment is a rite of passage. Still, the nature of the opposition is in the swinging, and there is great relief in this motion, now up and now down, though the very motion itself is something of an illusion—as if there is no curvature to this earth and we can actually divide experiences between white and black, when everything is really concentrically connected. Between the Virgo Sun’s manner of very nuanced and careful plans, procedures, and methods, as well as a clear-cut way of viewing things, there is also the Pisces Moon’s say, which deals completely in the abstract and the enormity of potential—the fact that many different doors are always open at once. The person will experiences all manner of ‘setbacks’ to his or her plans though these setbacks are really where the crux of the person’s will to be comes from. A Pisces Moon will be rife with falling deep into moods and psycho-somatic states, which can interrupt many a day’s routines, and the person falls in love almost at a loss to his or her own reason. The person will find his or herself at once both deserving of what she or he puts in, and not deserving of anything. Yes, there is a distinct kind of martyrdom to the person’s emotional nature, which creates the most self-sacrificing, self-effacing Virgo of all. The enormous potential that harmony and a state of well-being brings to the life is ultimately what the person seeks, and he or she has a long road to achieve it. It is important what the person materializes, paramount even, but the inner life is as huge, as much of an achievement. And at times, the person will fall apart; both sides will be collapsed in something of a vortex, or a black hole. But the buoyancy of this person is unbelievable, and he or she would do well to remember that there is no weight to the unknown; one is utterly free there, if only you can learn to let go. The person I encountered of this combination acted as a mother figure to me for a while. She had taken on the enormous responsibility of emotionally tethering herself to my father once his marriage with my mother fell apart. She was a big woman, rich in bravado and red hair. Her eyes were like the surf of the sea, and I remember how the little lizards of South Florida would hide in the shadows of corners outside her bungalow house and, once no one was looking, dart across the full sunshine of the yard.