“Birthdays scream zodiac worship, do they not?”
No.
“1. Worship the creation (YOU)”
Might be, if I ONLY celebrated my own birthday. But I celebrate my kids’ birthdays, my wife’s, my daughter-in-law’s, my granddaughter’s, my coworkers if i know them… And several presidents’, MLK Jr.’s, Isaac Newton’s, and so on…
“2. What sign/house/stargod were you born under? Cancer?”
Zeus threw many people up into the sky as constellations, it’s more than a little disingenuous to call them ‘star gods.’ I know my sign, and I know my Chinese sign. I don’t worship a balance, I don’t worship a tiger.
“3. what is your birthstone? Opal?”
I have no idea. I hope it’s Fordite.
“4. Bake some cakes for the queen of heaven, and let's make a wish???”
I haven’t had a birthday cake in 40 years. And that one was a naked woman. My wife baked it. I’m far more likely to worship my wife than my birthday.
“They will not repent of the worship of the stones and the trees (stocks).
Jer. 3: 9 And it came to pass through the lightness of her whoredom, that she defiled the land, and committed adultery with stones and with stocks?”
Oh! I remember those commercials! Adultery with trees! Fucking around with Mother Nature! What were they selling… Oh! Margarine! And a cartoon in Playboy of a naked man running from a naked Mother Nature, being chased by a zillion animals, ‘not nice to fuck around ON Mother Nature.’