Gemini has earned a contentious reputation in modern Astrology as the sign of backstabbers and face dancers. At best, they are social butterflies, the jack of all trades but master of none. At worst, they are fake, two-faced, and devious. In more evolutionary and studied terms, they are wordsmiths, purveyors of information and communicators, flitting back and forth between ideas and beliefs, never quite settling on a firm ideology. Gemini as mutable air in a society that prefers black and whites, this or thats, yes or nos—is threatening. The perceived duplicitousness of this sign is not done in malice, but rather in aversion to absolutes. But beyond notions of gray matter and gab, beyond tricksters and hipsters, the heart of Gemini has more or less eluded people. As mutable air would, the more soulful and loving core of Gemini has become a ghost, imperceptible, but always lurking if you’d dare coax it. So, allow me to briefly resurrect.