How to recognize CANCER
The best time to hunt for human crabs is by the light
of the silvery Moon. It's usually easier to recognize
them at night, when they're all dressed up to go dreaming
, wrapped in vivid imagination. Moonlight becomes them
beautifully. It goes with their many moods, and it matches
their changing emotions.
You'll gather lots of clues to the Cancerian nature
by doing some Moon-gazing on a clear night in the country.
It may be hard to see it through the smog in the city,
but you can always study an almanac. Notice the Moon's
changing shape and appearance. As it waxes and increases
in light, it slowly grows into a perfect, round ball
in the sky. When it wanes, it gradually disappears,
so there's nothing visible but a thin sliver of light
with a faint, silver shimmer.
The Cancerian's passing moods are synchronized to the
Moon, answering to the same mysterious lunar influence
that causes the tides of the ocean to flow in and out.
Yet, the Moon doesn't really change at all. It just
seems to. Likewise, the cancerian remains the same person
through all his fluctuating highs and lows. Such dependable
periodicity constant in its inconstancy makes the crab
easy to recoginize, once you know the phase he's in
when you see him.
You may first come across him when he's laughing the
''crazy lunar laugh'' It's inescapably contagious. It
runs up and down the scales with a deep, throaty undertone.
It giggles and gurgles, then finally erupts in a loud
cackle that sounds exactly like twp hundred hens laying
two hundred perfect eggs. In his life-of- the - party
mood, you'll have no trouble finding the cancerian.
He'll be the funniest one in the room, a laugh a minute.
If he's not performing himself, then he'll be grinning
at someone else's antics. No one likes a joke better
than cancer, and his funny side is all the more starting
when it pops up to incongruously from his normally quiet,
gentle personality. Lunar humor runs deep. It's never
shallow or superficial, because it stems from the sensitive
observation of human behavior. Cancer may not dig it
out of his trunk in the basement at a moment's notice.
These people don't pant after the spotlight like the
extroverted Leos or clownish Sagittarians, but Cancerians
have an uncanny sense of publicity, when it pleases
them to be noticed. Don't let that unassuming manner
fool you. They secretly enjoy attention, and they'll
soak up any headlines they get. You won't find cancer
pursuing fame with passion ( he pursues nothing with
the passion), but he certainly won't shrink from it.
He's far more likely to bask in the reflected glow of
applause than to run away. Cancer may hide from things,
but you can be sure that appreciation is not one of
If you're the kind of person who catches cold easily,
wear your raincoat when you expose yourself to the dampness
of a cancerian in a melancholy mood. He can wrap you
in wet blankets until you shiver and shake. Cancer can
turn bluer than an inkwell, and drown you in depression
deeper than the floor of the ocean. His fears are usually
well covered by the nutty lunar humor, but they are
always with him haunting his days and nights with a
vague sense of nameless dangers, lurking in the shadows.
Pessimism is never far away, always ready to spoil those
beautiful flights of fancy. A cancerian can take the
dreamiest trips to the stars on the gossamer wings of
his imagination, if he learns to ignore the harping
inner voice which keeps nagging him and warning him
he might get lost in outer space. But until he learns
to conquer his fears, they form his Achilles'heel, and
they hurt every time he stars to fly too high.
His tears are never crocodile tears. They flow from
the deep rivers of his fragile and vulnerable heart.
You can wound his sensitive feelings with a harsh glance
or a rough tone of voice. Cruelty can bring on brimming
eyes or a complete withdrawal. ( It's an odd thing that
cancerians seldom get fevers, they're more likely to
suffer from the chills.) It won't be easy to spot the
crab in this mood, because when he's hurt, he disappears
into reproachful silence. Sometimes , he can retaliate
with an almost scorpion revenge, but he'll usually do
it secretly, seldom openly with the scorpio's fine contempt
for consequences. Most of the time, however, he'll turn
away from getting even, content to hide under his protective
shell. Once you've wounded him, you can poke at him
with a sharp stick for days afterwards and not reach
him. He won't answer his phone' his doorbell or his
mail. In the midst of uncertainty, despair and sadness,Cancer
people seek retreat and solitude. Just like real crabs.
That's another mood Cancerians have. Crabby. The person
who gave you a cranky answer when you asked for the
time, the one who nearly snapped your head off when
you asked him to pass the salt-was probably a cancer
person going through one of his occasional crabby spells
that makes him hate the world. He's not angry with you.
He's disappointed with life. He'll get over it, and
be his own sweet, gentle and understanding self when
the Moon changes. Consult the daily paper for the next
quarter, or wait until the tides come back in.
There are two basic cancer types. The first kind has
a handsome round face, soft skin a wide, grinning mouth,
almost circular eyes, rather a baby-faced look. Think
of the man in the moon. That's a perfect image. The
second type is more common. The unmistakable ''look
of the crab" is immediately noticeable in the face.
You'll see a fairly large skull, an overhanging brow
and high cheekbones. The brows themselves will seem
to knit together in a sort of permanent frown which,
strangely, isn,t offensive, but rather interesting.There's
pronounced lower jaw and the teeth are either prominent
or irregular in some way. The eyes are small and usually
far apart. Sometimes you'll see a Cancerian who combines
both the lunar face and the crab face but each is so
distinctive that, even when they're blended, it's easy
to recognize them as Moon people, born under the sign
of the crab. Some of them are indisputably plump, but
the great majority have a strikingly bony structure.
The arms and legs may be extra long in proportion to
the rest of the body. The shoulders will be broader
than average. And often the hands and feet are either
unusually tiny or quite large. Most Cancerians are a
little top heavy, and they waddle slightly when they
walk fast. Whether the body is plump or wiry, the women
will usually wear a sweater size considerably larger
than the skirt size. Or they'll be absolutely flat chested.
Either way, this particular characteristic is quite
marked. There is never a middle ground for this part
of the anatomy with female crabs.
All lunar people have enormously expressive features.
A thousand moods play across their faces in the course
of a conversation. Do you know someone who sometimes
cackles wildly, then weeps despondently,- who occasionally
snaps at you irritably, and then hides when you hurt
him? Does he normally treat you with gently consideration?
If he's gruff, yet kindly, a fascinating conversationalist
with deep wells of creative imagination, that person
was probably born in late June or July.
Cancerians have such control of imergery, and their
moods are so intense, they can make Cancerians have
such control of imagery, and their moods are so intense,
they can make you feel them, too. Their imagination
seizes joy and despair, horror and compassion, sorrow
and ecstasy, and holds each emotion. Fast with a retentive
memory. Like mirrors and cameras, they absorb images
and reflect them faithfully. Every experience is engraved
on the heart as a photograph is etched on a negative
plate. They never forget any of the lessons life has
taught them nor do they forget the lessons history has
taught mankind. A Cancerian reveres the past intrigue
him as much as his own ancestors do. He often collects
antiques, old treasures and ancient relics and has an
insatiable curiosity about yesterday. Cancer is a sort
of mental archaeologist, always digging for more fascinating
He's also a well of secrecy. People automatically confide
their secrets to the crab, but with this sensitive emotion
he already knows what's on their minds. Cancerian compassion
is deep and highly intuitive. There's hardly a secret
he can't strip naked, If he chooses. It's a one way
street, however he'll eventually soak up all there is
to know about you, but you'll never guess his own private
thoughts. He guards his inner feelings carefully from
prying eyes. The typical Cancer person dose not like
to discuss his personal life, but he's delighted to
hear about yours, as his lunar imagination lets him
easily guess the parts you leave out. Cancer seldom
judges, however. He simply gathers, absorbs, reflects.
Although the crab gives back emotion like a mirror
he won't give up tangible things without a struggle.
Take a stroll along any beach and observe the habits
of the real crab. When he grabs an object (and make
sure it's not your big toe), he'll hang on for dear
life. He'd rather lose a claw then let go. If the crab
dose sacrifice a claw he grows a new one, so he can
grab hold once more with the same tenacity; and let
that be lesson to you when you're trying to get a Cancerian
to give up something he or she really wants. Cancer
will never relinguish a treasured object, and that can
range all the way from a beloved friend or relative
to a little or a position from an old tintype photo
to a pair of frazzled house slipper with the soles half
While you are still on the beach, take a few more
notes on the custom of the real crab. The way he walks,
for instance. If his eye is on that big toe, he'll never
come forth directly and head for your foot. First, he
moves backward a few paces. Then he moves sideways suddenly
without warning he crawls to the other side. He always
appears to be moving in the opposite direction. But
he's watching every second. If that delicious toe starts
to get away from him, he'll move straight forward and
you'd better run if you don't want those claws to dig
in. He means business when he sees he has a chance of
losing the morsel he covets. The human crab imitates
these tactics precisely. Cancerians never go directly
after what they want. Their strategy is to move in every
direction but straight ahead. They'll play the shifting
game indefinitely, until it looks as if someone else
is about to grab the prize. Then the cards are played
quickly and cleverly Cancer lunges forward takes hold
firmly and refuses to let go.
They behave much the same way when it comes to generosity
and giving. Cancer's heart is to soft not to be touched
by someone's need. He truly cares and he wants to help.
he'll sit back cautiously and wait to see it there's
anyone else who might move in first. Why should he foolishly
squander his time or money if it is not necessary? When
all other sources fail, when no other help shows any
sign of materializing, Cancer will rescues the struggler
at the last minute. He'll let you go down twice, but
he'll save you just before you submerge the third time.
He's too kind to watch you drown, but he's certainly
not going to get all wet if there's a life guard around,
or if is looks as if you can swim to shore yourself.
It's self prevention not selfishness or unkindness.
The crab's heart is soft at core, under his hard conservative
outer shell. But there's just so much of his time, his
money and his emotions he has to give, and he chooses
to distribute each wisely. His eventually gesture will
often be grand and generous. Yet in his mind it's only
sensible to watch and wait before plunging. No one could
accuse him of being implusive.
When he does make a move, he'll want some sort of track
record behind him- or behind you. The crab carefully
calculates his actions on experiences, either his own
or someone else's. He needs the strength of an accepted
precedent or the assurance of financial security as
a foundation. He fears going it alone without such an
insurance policy, which is why most of his ventures
are successful and each final move a coup de grace,
executed with finesse. Naturally, Cancerians will seldom
stumble into deep holes in the dark. With a flery Moon
sign, or a fire sign on the ascendant, he may gamble
on an occasional maneuver, but if he fails, he'll be
miserable about going against his own better innder
judgement. Leo or Sagittarius influences may have driven
him to act, but when he falls back on his own sun sign
after defeat, misery sets in. Cancer tends to brood
over mistakes instead of shrugging off bad luck and
trying again, and it will be some time before he takes
Male or female,the cancerian loves his home with a
respect bordering on reverence. No devout high priest
of ancient times ever considered his altar more sacred
than cancer considers the place where he hangs his old
hat. You're liable to notice a sampler on his wall with
the words, 'There's No Place Like Home, Be It ever So
Humble.' ( Yes, I know the verse is backwards, but his
little girl made it at school, and to him it's a masterpiece,
a pearl beyond price. Admire it often.) His home is
where he plays, lives,loves, dreams and feels safe.
Though he may travel over half the earth in connection
with his career, no cancer person is ever quite happy
without a hearth to call his own. Sometime make a point
of noticing the expression on the face of a crab who
has just returned home from a long trip. Pure ecstasy.
No matter how much money he piles up in reserve, Cancer
never feels really secure and no matter how much love
he gets, he always needs more. His emotions never let
him become sure enough to relax completely. He's always
pilling up tangibles against some imaginary future disaster.
Some cancerinas actually keep big cardboard cartons
of food of all kinds under their beds. It keeps away
those nightmares. You may think that's stretching the
truth, but when was the last time you looked under a
cancer's bed? If you don't find the canned foods there,
look on the closet shelves. You may find two dozen cans
of paprika and twenty-eight boxes of fortified bread
crumbs he bought on sale in 1943. What's he saving it
for? Don't ask ridiculous questions. There might be
a famine someday. He's prepared (Noah must have been
born in july. The flood didn't catch him with his rudders
down,either) why doesn't he use all that paprika and
all those bread crumbs? The answer to that one raises
another question. Why doesn't he use those fourteen
pairs of new pajamas and the seven dozen cashmere scarves
he's been given over the years as gifts? They're still
in the original tissue paper. Who knows? Maybe he's
planning to wrap them around the animals to keep them
warm when the next flood comes. Could be. He thinks
that far ahead, and he remembers yesterday's catastrophes
vividly, even if he wasn't there.
You'll often find the Cancerian on the water. If he's
not swimming, he's water-skiing or at the very least,
wading. Unless there's some definite planetary affliction
in his natal chart that makes him fear the waves, he'll
usually be found spending most of his leisure time on
a bench. Lots of cancer people own their own boats.
He'd much rather have a trim little ship he can escape
to than a dozen color television sets and fifty limousines.
Some crabs have fabulous yachts, but even if it's a
rowboat or a canoe, he'll blissfully row, paddle or
steer it to happiness. It's as though the Cancerian
has a special , private dream that's been lost out there
somewhere in the deep waters, and he keeps seeking it.
Over half the crabs you meet will be weekend sailors.
Maybe it's the moon and the tides calling him. Whatever
it is, he's never as moody when he's happily walking
his own deck in the tennis shoes he bought when he graduated
form college. ( Don't ever suggest that he buy new ones.
Ther's one thing you have to understand about these
people. If it's old, it has value. If it's new, it's
Cancerian emotions can be stronger than the physical
body. Worry and apprehension make him ill, and cheerfulness
can make him well. Often'he fears financial collapse
or the loss of someone he needs emotionally. If his
security is threatened, either at the bank or in his
heart, he can fall into a depression which unconsciously
courts sickness or accident. His active imagination
can be morbid enough to turn a minor illness into a
grave or chronic one. When he gets gloomy, he responds
poorly to positive statements. Then he's apt to think
you're unkind for not sympathizing with him. But sympathy
is the last thing cancer needs when he's sick never
mind what he says. If he grows melancholy about fearsome
possibilities, he invites real trouble, and he'll take
twice as long to get well.
The most vulnerable areas are the chest or breast region,
the knees, kidneys ,bladder and skin. The head and the
face areas are also sensitive, as are the stomach and
the digestive system. Cancerians practically invented
ulcers. But those who keep serenc, and who call On their
marvelous sense of humor to see them through their moods,
can easily stay well until a ripe old age. If they get
a firm grip on happiness and refuse to let go, the crabs
have the power to cling to life with the same tenacity
that they cling to those old newspapers and pot holders.
Cheerfulness, optimism and laughter, taken daily in
large doses, will keep their minds and bodies healthy.
As cancer imagines himself to feel, so shall be actually
feel. No other sign is so prone to let negative thoughts
bring on illness, yet no other sign can create such
miracles of self-healing. It's a strange contradiction
and it would immensely benefit all Cancerians to ponder
Lots of Cancer people have very green thumbs. They
produce some beautiful gardens that are tended and watered
with loving care. Most of them also have very green
saving accounts, which they cultivate with the same
devotion. Money clings to Cancer, and they like the
feel of it, so they allow it to cling. They spend frugally,
to say the very least. Even with impulsive influences
in the natal chart, Cancer will keep a few dry bills
aside for a rainy day. If he tells you he's broke, he
means he's down to his last few thousand. To him that's
a desperate situation. No one is a more capable manager
of funds than the crab (although Taurus, Capricorn or
Virgo may run a close second). He's an expert at accumulating
cash and making it grow like the trees and flowers he
paints. It will seldom dwindle in his tenacious hands
or run through his shrewd finger, and you won't catch
him tossing bundles of it out the windows for the sheer
joy of getting rid of it. His generosity is exceeded
only by his caution. Cancerian John D. Rockefeller,
Sr. probably thought he was being wickedly extravagant
when he handed out all those dimes to small children;
it tickled him to go on such a wild spending spree and
teach economy at the same time. Still, the crab will
share whatever he ahs willingly when someone he likes
or loves is in real need. A child will never fail to
move him to part with cash, but he'll come down hard
on a grocer who overcharges him two cents on a can of
Food somehow represents security to cancerians. If
old Mother Hubbard had been born in july, she would
never have recovered from finding the cupboard bare.
Whether he actually eats it or not, the crab feels safer
when the larder is full and overflowing. Just talking
about food brings a rosy flow to his expressive face,
and stories of starvation will actually horrify him.
Cancerians care deeply about the hungry, and they feel
a responsibility toward every empty stomach in the world.
( The noted mathematician astrologer Carl Payne Tobey
has pointed out that Cancerian Nelson Rockefeller campaigned
in supermarkets with the political slogan, He Cares,)
wasting food is a crime to cancer. You'll get all the
second helpings you want, but be sure you clean up the
There's strong maternal instinct in both sexes. They're
always trying to stuff hot food into you, or bundle
you up against the damp, night air. Cancerians baby
their friends and loved ones and hover over them protectively.
It's hard to tell which stirs the lunar emotions more
deeply-children, food or money.
The crab's sensitive nature is covered with a hard
shell, and he's wise enough to avoid the stormy seas.
Half the time he lives on dry land, the other half in
deep waters. He wears the luminous, pale gold and shimmering
colors of moonlight, and hides his powerful emotions
behind the pale green, mauve and lavender tints of modesty.
There's touch of Moon madness in every Cancerian. He
knows a wild and secret place where two lilies and seven
white roses grow among the iris. Sometimes the memory
of this faraway garden causes him to explode with laughter.
Now and then it causes him to weep with sadness. Cancer
patiently gathers the emeralds, pearls and moonstones
carelessly dropped in the sand by others, as he waits
for the tides to wash his silver dreams ashore.
Famous Cancer personalities
John Quincy Adams, Helen Keller, Louis Armstrong, Charles
Laughton, Milton Berle, John Glem, Red Skelton, Henry
VIII, Duke of Windsor, Ringo Starr, Phyllis Diller.