My Five Rising Signs
Ascendants, I’ve had a few, but then again too few not to mention. The truth is, I didn’t even find out what an ascendant, or rising sign, was until a few years ago.
At that time, I thought I was born in the early morning, and my first rising sign came as an interesting surprise: Aquarius. The extent of my Aquarius knowledge began and ended with Bob Marley, who was a God-like hero of mine in my teenage years.
Naturally, I read all I could about Aqua rising and connected to their humanity and eccentricity. I fully embraced that I was unique; an ET-like being that would try to better the world but never conform to it, no matter what, thank you very much. It was during this time that I decided to stop working thankless, soul-sucking office jobs and instead took an intern position at a magazine, where I could learn all about the editorial process I was fascinated by. Being a 25-year-old intern was widely frowned upon by my family members, but I learned more that year than I had during four years of University.
I also happened to meet quite a few Aquarius Sun and rising people during this time. I loved them all and was envious. Their “specialness” seemed different than mine. I began to feel like a fraud because I wasn’t 100 percent sure of my birth time, and therefore, my rising sign was the best guess rather than a sure thing. Still, I was having fun as an Aquarius and thought that it added a detached coolness to my overly emotional personality.
I Thought Being Aquarius Rising Added A Coolness To My Overly Emotional Persona
A few years later, I broached the time of birth (TOB) subject again with my mother, who remembered things slightly differently this go around. My TOB was now two hours before it had previously been, which made my ascendant Capricorn, not Aquarius. This was a shock.
I knew nothing of Capricorns save for one Cap ex-boss of mine—a hypercritical woman who treated people well or badly according to her snap class judgments of them.
My newly minted Capricorn ascendant made me very uncomfortable. I immediately felt repelled at myself. After that passed, I examined all the things I didn’t like about my personality and became keenly aware of my judgey behaviors.
Once I got over beating myself up for my Capricorn traits, I started to love the sign. Thus far, I had been a la-dee-da, head in the clouds writer who didn’t do well with structure, planning, or playing the system. I had, I thought, been denying my Capricorn side for my entire life—the team that could get anything done and embraces planning and structure with excitement and glee.
I Was Attracted To The Idea Of Aging Better Than Any Other Rising Sign
Also, I was deeply attracted to the idea of aging better than any other rising sign and felt this trumped any negative traits Capricorn might have bestowed on me. Two words: Sophia Loren. She has Cap rising, and I love her very much. It just so happened that I lived in Rome when I was a Capricorn rising, and at that time, Sophia was the patron saint of Rome. Her image was everywhere—glamorous, glorious grandma that she is.
Still, I wasn’t comfortable with this. While some people might say I come across as serious, those people have only seen and never met me. I have an Italian bitch face that I’m quite proud of, but once I open my mouth, I’m pretty much either making a joke or being a giant ball of emotional goo.
This was why, a couple of years later, when my sister’s “crib card” was found and we discovered her birth time was the time my mother had given me, I was back to the ascendant drawing board. There was no way both of us were born at the same time. I called my poor mother again.
Finally, I Got My Birth Records And Gasped – I Was Born 12 Hours Later Than I Had Been Told
“Is this for astrology?” she asked. “No,” I lied, followed by a sheepish “yes,” because I can’t lie to my mom. She told me that she must have confused the two times and I excitedly took on my sister’s former birth time as my own.
Once again, my rising sign changed. I bid goodbye to Sophia and dreams of being a hot older person and said hello to the fishes. I was now a Pisces rising. This was not surprising. In fact, everything I read about the sign, from its go with the flow, Gumby-like softness, to the in need of a stable partnering shtick fit me to a T. I have a Pisces Moon and Venus and am an empathetic, sensitive salmon of a person who feels best when in or around the water.
While I embraced the gentle Pisces ascendant, I also immediately tracked down the hospital I was born at and requested a birth records search. (Hey Sherlocks, this is a clue as to what my one real Rising sign is.)
I waited, impatiently, for two months, and finally got the piece of mail telling me I could go to the hospital, pay for my records and pick them up.
When the secretary handed me the document and pointed out my time of birth, I looked at her, completely puzzled. Although I am very familiar with the 24-hour clock, I questioned the number before me.
I’m A Fan Of Phoenix-Like Life Morphs
“19:00,” I said. “That’s 7, right? 7:00p.m.?”
She nodded. I gasped. “My parents have been telling me I was an early morning baby for my entire life.”
“Do you have siblings?” she asked. I said yes. “Honey,” she said. “I have two kids, and I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning. Cut them some slack.”
I took to my phone, quickly plugged in my new info and much to my surprise: Gemini rising. Gemini rising? I puffed out my chest and smiled at the world around me. Like, I am obviously an incredibly charming, witty, intelligent person if this is my rising sign. I could not wait to tell everybody this and investigate further.
Unfortunately, I had pressed 7:00 a.m. instead of 7:00 p.m., so my Gemini rising delusions were just that.
And so, after four false starts, I have finally learned that my one correct ascendant is Scorpio. Of course, it is. I have historically had more issues and fascination with Scorpio peeps than any other sign. And I am a sleuth. I am polarizing. My first instincts are always right. I’m a fan of Phoenix-like life morphs. I am watery, but don’t fuq with me. I am Scorpio Rising.
I’m a little sad that the investigation has concluded, but I’m trying hard to play up the best of my new and real rising sign, and I’m also learning to do a killer smoky eye.