Astrology Is Real: Revelations from My Life as an Oracle
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About the Author
I have seen the future of American literature and its name is Rob Brezsny.
-Tom Robbins, author of Still Life with Woodpecker, Jitterbug Perfume, and many more novels
Brezsny holds his own place next to cultural shamans like Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary, William Burroughs, and Ken Kesey.
I've been a big fan of Rob Brezsny's work for half my life now, and as an author myself, a little jealous of him, too. That's because he can express in ten words what it takes me a thousand words to say. On top of that, he manages to throw in a comedy act and a Zen meditation session. He's a magician.
Astrology's star has risen dramatically in the past three decades. I'm convinced that it would not have happened without Rob. With his popular columns, he's reached millions of people and, more importantly, managed to make a connection between two words that were previously never heard together-astrology and intelligence. And while we're at it, let's add funny, literate, and profound."
-Steven Forrest, author of The Inner Sky
The memoir revelations of elder poet/astrologer Rob Brezsny are an open door to a master class on living life to its fullest. The whopping 600 pages of his magickal tome invite courageous readers on a deep dive into the esoteric mysteries embedded in daily existence.
The good doctor Brezsny's astrological prescriptions can alleviate the banality so many are burdened by with fresh images and poetics reframing the cosmic within the mundane and the mundane within the cosmic.
I'm wondering if this whole astrology thing is a ruse, an elaborate front, to veil his true identity as the reincarnation of 13th century Sufi mystic, Rumi."
-Antero Alli, author of Experiential Astrology: From the Map to the Territory and Sacred Rites: Journal Entries of a Gnostic Heretic
Rob Brezsny's horoscopes are like valentines, buoyant and spilling over with mischievousness. They're a soul prognosis.
-New York Times