Stargazing can be depressing, since it seems like there are so many bad omens. There actually ARE a lot of bad omens, and the most interesting things (comets, novae, etc) are the worst omens. There are two reasons for this:
The first is that Astrology, like all real sciences, is based on empirical observation. The celestial influences were mapped to significant events and once a correlation was established, these correlations were codified and promulgated. The issue is that the historical eras in which this painstaking scientific research occurred sucked camel balls. All sorts of bad shit was going on, between plagues, famines, invasions, tyrants, pubic lice, forcible conversions, slave raids, indigestion, hyena attacks and poor kitchen hygiene coupled with no toilet paper, there were many more bad events to match up than good ones. The charts indicate this. There is only one planet that is unambiguous in its beneficence (Venus) and even it goes retrograde every now and then.
The second is that “interesting” things are breaks in a pattern. But with the stars, that pattern is perfection so any breaks are Bad Things. If auto racing were as perfect as the stars, the best driver would have won the pole position, and the race would proceed flawlessly with no changes in the race order. Nobody would watch this. The biggest, brightest, most noticeable deviations in astrology (a new star appearing where there wasn’t one before) are the multi-car collisions sending flaming shrapnel into the spectator seating.
So yeah, lots of bad news to be seen in the night sky.
So what’s the bad news for this week? Not a lot really, at least in comparison to last week. That massive double-alignment of despair has broken up, with a piddly little BARCO double hinging on Mars retrograde (Sol-Luna-Mars (retrograde) and Mars (retrograde)-MERCURY RETROGRADE-Terra) which gives very weak influences in the following ways:
A conflict will end.
There will be bad news regarding a war
A general will have his ass handed to him (possibly literally — this is the same construction that heralded Qaddafi’s death-by-bayonet-sodomy)
As for the celestial houses:
Leo still has to deal with MERCURY RETROGRADE, but at least the moon has skedaddled. If you have a cat, expect more kitty zips and general destruction from the little furball. Haircuts are still risky, but I’ll be getting one because my hair has gotten really annoying when I have to put on a cleanroom suit. This is also backed up by the moon moving into Sagittarius; “Nocturnal hunters awaken.”
If you are a Capricorn, do NOT get into any fights. Mars has backed ass-first into your sign so that Saturn (retrograde) which has been hanging out pretty clearly points to “violence leads to loss.” Yeah, I said that wasn’t going to happen. Either I need better charts, or I need to read them better.
Jupiter in Scorpio: minding your own business leads to good things. The stars give really good advice. SCIENCE!
Finally, Venus in Libra. If you can keep your center, good things follow.
This week, we explore new frontiers in how-late-can-I-submit-something-and-still-make-its-slot?
If I told you exactly how busy I’ve been, I wouldn’t have time to tell you anything else. Suffice it to say: Germans.
Fortunately, this week the skies are pretty straightforward, if not particularly happy. The big indicator is a FIVE (5!) planet alignment of Sol-MERCURY RETROGRADE-Terra-Luna-Mars(retrograde). None of these are good signs in and of themselves, and when you line them all up together you get bad shit happenin’ yo. Everything is representing bad change, loss, destruction etc. There is an interlocked alignment of Sol-Venus-Saturn(retrograde) indicating that part of this general shittiness will be the end of a loving relationship, or (possibly) a bit of pleasant novelty in the rump-pumpy aspect of life.
Sorry.
There is one bit of good news; Venus is in Libra. This means that the second interpretation of the the second alignment is more likely. Thank Bob for small favors.
Leo, which had been enjoying niftiness is going to have a week of chaos and general shitstorms, what with MERCURY RETROGRADE and the moon causing havoc. Huh. Maybe I’m a week behind in my charts, because if next week is more hectic than this one… well, it was nice knowing you all. For the rest of you, DO NOT get a haircut this week.
Rufus’ life remains stable.
Jupiter really should be doing something about the general state of the skies, but instead is just vaguely helping out chemo patients in Scorpio. I guess I can’t really bag on him too much for that.
TW: Hipster Porkpie, Trilby Neckbeard, 70’s Drummer, Blonde Asian, (((Redhead))), and Brunette Bassist Babe. God Bless America.
I am made of busy. Fortunately the single busiest day is past, though there will be a significant local maximum next week. Hopefully the week after that work should return to normal levels. Of course, I’m moving at the beginning of September, so that activity is picking up. My visual media collection fits in four 12″ x 14″ x 18″ boxes. My cookbooks fit in two.
I have been so busy that I haven’t been able to Glib properly. I will say that after reading ‘s excellent fiction piece that this site is just some Gilmore couture reviews away from being Hefner-era Playboy.
It is very strange to have an alignment that lasts for a week, especially those involving inner planets. But this week we still have that good-but-awkward-lovin’ arrangement of Venus-Jupiter-Mercury (retrograde). It’s not in the same orientation, what with orbital resonances and all, but is still exists. Someone up there wants you to have good stories to tell. Please do tell in the comments. I’m sure there are lonely people reading that would appreciate it.
There is another, more disturbing alignment this week: Sol-Mercury (retrograde)-Terra-Mars (retrograde) with the Moon in opposition. Bad weather, destruction, extreme tides, loss, ill tidings, floods, wild animal attacks, drownings, fires. Other than that, things should be fairly routine.
Other than that, how did you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?
With all this retrogradin’ going around, the zodiacal influences are stagnating. Capricorn and Aquarius are going to be with us for a loooong time. That’s not going to be too terrible actually, though we will be coming uncomfortably close to the very bad retrograde house crossing. Close, but it won’t be happening. So we got that going for us.
Other things we have going for us? Stars-aligning-for-destruction music.
I have a technician who is just a rock: solid, dependable, inflexible, brittle, and completely incapable of learning new things. So here I am in my third hour of unpaid overtime today (yay exempt status!) while Rocky goes off on their third break having failed to learn the procedure they were supposedly practicing for the last five weeks and I have been endeavoring to teach since 3:30. In their defense, I am a terrible teacher. Perhaps some stargazing will calm me down.
Well well well… that’s interesting. We have Mercury(retrograde) aligned with Venus and Jupiter. An extremely auspicious alignment, particularly with Jupiter being in Scorpio and Venus in Virgo. If Mercury were station direct and had the Sun been in the mix, I’d tell you to expect a surprise invitation to the joint afterparty held by the various modeling agencies and AVN. In this case, while we still have Peace, Love, and Joy (with special emphasis on the breasts and genitals (I swear I am not making this up, go check out the body:constellation correlation charts available at literally every “spiritual” bookstore anywhere)) we have Mercury being station retrograde (chaos, bad news) in Leo (heart). Again, if Mercury were direct with these planets in these constellations, this would be the absolute perfect day to begin a honeymoon. But Mercury is retrograde, in Leo. This doesn’t negate the rest of the construction, but does indicate some negative consequences or unforeseen complications. For example, you could have a red-hot quickie with the hottie from a few cubicles over… and get busted by HR. Or you could be giving your partner the best banging they’ve ever had, and slip a disc. Actually, that latter scenario is more likely, since there aren’t any signs re: financial loss. Even more likely, based on the alternative interpretation of Leo as referring to the mane/hair, you will be having a fantastic bit of whoopie, and someone’s wig will come dislodged at an inopportune time. These things happen.
AAAAHHHH! MERCURY RETROGRADE! PANIC IN THE STREETS!
So yes, we are back in the infamous time of MERCURY RETROGRADE. I don’t think I’ve explicitly mentioned the station direct/station retrograde dichotomy, so for those of you who weren’t taught the quadrivium, here’s what that all means. The heavens are perfect, the earth is flawed. It has been ever thus since the morning star fell. A sign of being perfect is to be unchanging — can’t get any better than perfect, after all. But there is a bit of a gradient; a bird doesn’t become an angel just because it can fly. The moon is obviously imperfect since it changes all the time, it must therefore be closer to the Earth than to the heavens. The sphere of fixed stars is perfect since they never change. The planets change less than the moon, but they aren’t completely heavenly either. The planets wander through the heavens most of the time in a particular direction (corresponding to the overall celestial motion) when they are doing that, they are acting as they are supposed to. This is direct motion. Every now and then, the planets cease moving and begin moving backwards. This is retrograde motion. When the planets are moving retrograde, they are acting contrary to the celestial design which means that their reversed and/or malign properties become dominant. This also means that they backtrack through the zodiac, spending more time in a given constellation than they would have had they just spent more time in Sunday school. Even more so as when they go back to direct motion they pass through a certain constellatory space for a third time.
This leads to situations like the one we are currently in: Mercury (the messenger, news, tidings, change, rumor) has been in Leo (royalty, government) so we’ve been in a period of increased political news. But instead of passing on through and heading into the next constellation it’s going to reverse, go back, and basically fuck around keeping the news monotonous.
Speaking of Leo, that’s where the sun is. Leo is the lion, lions are in Africa, and Africa is hot, so it’s no surprise that for the next few weeks the weather will be warmer than the rest of the year. I won’t say that astrology is part of the IPCC forecasting process, but I won’t say it isn’t either.
IPCC Scientists (not pictured)
Scorpio, Capricorn, Aquarius — Same Stars, Different Day. If you want to break out of a rut, the heavens aren’t going to help. Life should be chill for Virgos. Fishing will be sub-par again.
Next lab move, I’m going to murder all the pipefitters, do the work myself, write it up as a cost avoidance, and win Employee of the Year.
But that is/was the week that is/was, we are interested in the Week the Will Be.
Mars (retrograde)-Terra-Sol: Ooof. Not Good. Mars is always a dick (that’s kind of his thing)
This is a spear and shield
but when he goes retrograde, he’s pure asshole. Then when you add the Earth (source of all evil) and empower the whole thing with the Sun, bad things happen. And I don’t mean “bad things” in the whole “tee hee, I’ve been a bad boy and need spanking” way, I mean legitimately bad in a Saw III fanfic sort of way. Then when you put Mars in Aquarius (source of plenty) and you wind up with destruction of valuables, loss of income, and warranties voided. Looking at the other end of the alignment, we see the Sun in Cancer (keeper of secrets) so expect a covert attack leading to the above disaster (fun fact: “disaster” is an astrological term).
Is there any good news? Well, kind of. The conjunction of Luna with Jupiter in Scorpio indicates a breakthrough in medicine, so that’s nice, though not necessarily applicable to any one in particular. Weight gain is indicated (that’s bad) because of particularly tasty baked goods (that’s good) and everyone’s love life should remain stable (that’s good, unless your lonely in which case that’s bad). With all this equivocation, you’d think there would be some activity in Libra, but there’s not.
Enjoy your day in the sun, Cancers. It’s fast coming to an end (where did this month go?) More political news is indicated, though that’s one of those signs that you feel embarrassed at reading (you’d expect that Mercury would be somehow stuck in Leo for the next couple of years, but that won’t happen. It will be there longer than normal though — tune in next week to see the shocking news why!)
Both groovy, and reminiscent of one who did not cross over:
Call up the charts. Get the rough facts in mind. Where is what, and at what angles. Don’t worry so much about interpretation. Sleep on it. Draw initial relationship markers. Sleep on it again. Consume some of your favorite consciousness/awareness expander (if available) and really study the charts. Write down your revelations. Reformat those revelations and upload.
That’s the way I have been actually casting them lately.
Wake up on Monday, head to work. Engage in shouting matches with various trades, particularly emphasizing that “pre” means “before” which means those facilities should have been in place before you spent two days disconnecting, decontaminating and packing for shipment a piece of equipment that really is quite necessary for the functioning of the fab only to find that the tool has literally nothing to connect to in its new space, and why did you confirm that you were on schedule and ready to receive the equipment when I am plainly staring at a piece of completely empty RMF where there are supposed to be drains, water, CDA, nitrogen, argon, and vacuum lines? And, btw, absolutely none of this runs on 110 so why is that outlet there when the drawing clearly calls out 208? Rinse and repeat until after stomping into the lab you find it strangely quiet because the trades don’t work on Friday. Realize that it’s Friday and you have no recollection of Wednesday or Thursday. Also realize that you haven’t worked on the horoscope.
For this week, we have a BARCO alignment of Mars (retrograde)-Terra-Sol with Mercury-Venus in opposition. Since Mars is in Aquarius, this indicates that the World cup is going to end (creepy how accurate the stars are, isn’t it?) With the Sun being part of the alignment, this indicates that the correct team is going to win. Mercury-Venus is an odd combination to be in opposition to a Mars retrograde alignment. In this case, we have “false news of a massacre,” either one happening and not being reported on or a false report of one happening. It’s hard to say which, but the particularly bad part is that the news source at fault here is going to be one that is trusted. Since I only trust glibertarians.com for my news, I’m wondering which one of TPTB is going to treat me like a dead Browns fan. For future reference, it’s pretty generic to interpret any Mercury-opposed construction as “the news media are lying pieces of shit” and the customer will be able to confirm your predictions.
This week, Jupiter has finally pulled its head out of its enormous Jovian ass and gone station direct. Since it did this while in Scorpio, it means increased chances of breaking a dry spell… unless it’s with your SO. For that to be true, we’d need a conjunction with Venus, but she’s hanging out over in Virgo.
Venus in Virgo. The personification of sex and The Virgin. Astrologically, this isn’t that big of a contradiction, since Venus represents peace more than passion, the former of which is very good for Virgo. But again, Virgo is stability and thoughtful consideration, and joining Venus is Luna, the sign of change. When you put these together, it adds to the instability I mentioned last week that occurs to all non-Cancers during this month.
Mercury in Leo: expect news about royalty, drama. You want to hear bout drama? I get a call from a union plumber installing the lines onto my VPD. It went like this:
“Yeah, usually I just make a flare connection but the part that the tube goes over isn’t there.”
“That’s because it’s not a flare connection. It’s a compression fitting.”
“So, I just ask my boss for compression fittings?”
“… Who is this? You’re a plumber, right?”
Then he wants to know if I have a catalog number for the fittings. Then if I would buy them for him. Then there was drama.
Mars retrograde in Aquarius. Not only does it signify the end of the World Cup, but it indicates a reduction in waste. It had fucking better. I’m paying these assholes $79/hour base, plus the various levels of “supervisors,” etc.
I have nothing creative to add. All of my creativity is dedicated to torture fantasies of the people to whom I am paying vast sums of money to do crap work. But here’s some relevant zodiac music:
This is looking to be a pretty good week all around, with one possible exception.
The Sun in Cancer enhances preventative measures you may be taking this week, and it will help with emotional stability. Not I’m saying that you should slack off on your meds (This horoscope has not been approved by the FDA to diagnose or treat any condition or illness). Leo is enjoying a conjunction of Mercury and Venus. Leos should look forward to good news and good lovin’. The moon in Taurus brings additional strength and resiliency to your romantic and domestic relationships. The potty-training Glibs will see real progress. Now we get to the wild card in the sky: Mars in Aquarius. It’s been a clear and obvious (honestly, waaay to literal for me to ever give to a paying customer) sign of the World Cup. But now Mars has gone retrograde. It’s going the wrong way. It’s going up the down staircase. It’s going in through the out door… you get the picture. Mars, much like the oiled up warriors of 300 that are used to represent it in popular media, is just brimming with “subtext.” So how do we apply this fact? Obviously, someone is going to be coming out. Someone is going to be a blazing beacon of tabloid fodder. I’m afraid I can’t see any names in the stars, otherwise I’d make a killing at Ladbrokers.
Mars is really happy to see you
As for alignments, there aren’t any. The remnants of that double-opposition construct from last week are still there, so there may be some continuing reverberations from it, but neither arm is aligned any more.
So this one is last minute because of two things: work has begun ramping up into the five weeks of transferring operations between the two labs which means new and exciting incompatiblities (of every conceivable type) being discovered, and also the freeware software I use to generate my star charts borked out. Hey, don’t blame me for being Jewish Scottish Miserly Frugal economically minded. The geocentric stuff is easy to find substitutes for, but it took a while to get some heliocentric views.
And I’m glad I did, because this week is a doozy:
Yeah, he really is
We’ve got a construction that takes in five of the seven planets, with neither arm being major to the other: Sol-Mercury-Venus and Mercury-Earth-Mars in mutual opposition. That first bit is a sign of good gossip, but when it’s in opposition with the second it means that there is going to be a major blowup on the homefront caused by news of someone’s love life. Now, the one bit of consolation if it happens to be YOUR love life news that is at issue is that one of these conflagrations, is that Saturn is not part of this construction. So, the relationship will not be ending. Actually, since Saturn is currently retrograde right now, adding it to the construction would give signs of a Medea situation, but it’s not so it’s not.
So, on to the conjunctive news:
You’ve got three more weeks of this joke to come.
This is the first full week of the Sun in Cancer, so be sure to wear at least SPF45 and get any suspicious spots checked for melanoma. You don’t want to end up like John McCain do you? Actually, this is one of those uncomfortable situations astrology-wise. For people identified with (born in) Cancer, having the sun there is good. But with Cancer being a water sign and the sun being about as fiery an object as there is, the juxtaposition makes the rest of the sky kind of grumpy and on edge. Enjoy your July!
Leo is getting some love, and it’s not even its turn in the sun yet. This week it’s got a conjunction of Mercury with Venus, so Gryffindors can expect good news, good lovin’, and their cats will only excrete into their litterboxes.
In sports news, this week’s World Cup matches will feature an upset, as the moon moves into Aquarius along with Mars. Wel, I’m reading it as an upset. Technically it’s just “disorder/chaos/change” so riots or a flash flood would also be appropriate.
I just took my five hour I Can Haz Sekund Amendment Nao? class, and my typical “go fuck yourself” tendencies have been whipped up to a jiggly wiggly timey wimey ball of hate.
Now, any of the following things could be true:
The people teaching the class didn’t know wtf they were talking about
I might not have correctly understood what I was being taught, even though I got a perfect score on the test afterward
The people teaching the class could have been trolling everyone. NY gun laws are completely beyond Poe, after all.
But assuming the rage-hormones haven’t broken my brain, let me share my loathing of this state’s government with you.
Stop! Don’t Touch!
If you don’t have a pistol license in NYS, you are not allowed to touch a pistol. Not own, not carry, not buy or sell, touch. Criminal offense if you do.
Catch Twenty-one-and-three-quarters
In order to get a license to touch a pistol, you must submit your paperwork for said license, including the receipt of the gun you have purchased.
Yes. You must first buy a gun without ever having touched it. That’s the way things work here. Now of course, just because you bought it doesn’t give you any of the normal benefits of what we would normally think “ownership” implies. Like, YOU CAN’T FUCKING TOUCH IT. Or, I dunno, take it home mebbe? You give the gun store some money, they give you a receipt (only). You submit the receipt with your license paperwork to the judge and maybe someday you might actually own something that is a little more solid than a slip of paper (which, much like the Constitution in NYS, can be used for wiping one’s ass).
Here Comes The Judge
Now the class-givers were very happy to be teaching my group of people, as we live in a county with a “good” judge, 2A-wise. Because you see, each county in NYS has a judge who determines whether or not people have their pistol licenses granted, and which version is granted.
Everything not permitted is forbidden
For you see, you’re not getting a license to carry a pistol; no no, that would be silly. You are getting a license to carry a pistol for a particular purpose only. And guess what? Self-defense is a separate listed category not granted by the other permitted reasons. My judge will pretty much automatically grant pistol licenses for the purposes of hunting and target shooting. This means I can carry a gun to a gun range, from a gun range to my house, to a hunting location and from a hunting location to my house. That’s it. I can also use it only for target shooting and hunting. So, if I am carrying it to a lawful destination and I am attacked by a crazed hobo, I may not use the pistol for self defense if I do not have a self-defense license. I can roundhouse kick his face off, I can crush his skull with a rock, I can blow his head off with a shotgun, but if I use my target and hunting license pistol to stop him then I am guilty of unlawful use of a firearm. I may not (may not, see below) be prosecuted for the dead hobo, but I will be prosecuted for the gun felony.
Ain’t nobody wants to see that *(euphemisms helpfully marked)
Now, open carry ist verboten in NYS. Which means, you may not expose your gun* in public. This includes printing it through a shirt or jacket — that’s a crime. Once you’re inside the (private) gun range, you can take it out* and begin using your gun.* This also applies to hunting on a piece of private land. But what about on public lands? No, you may not expose your gun*, you must keep it concealed at all times. Yes. That’s right. According to the law, you can use a properly licensed pistol for hunting as long as you don’t take it out of your range bag/holster/etc. Now the NYS game wardens apparently did not want to be the victim of accidental discharges so they have magnanimously agreed to not charge people so long as the hunters are a) dressed like hunters, b) are able to explain what kind of game they are hunting c) it is the season for said game and d) the pistol is appropriate for the type of game being hunted. Unless they just feel like charging you that day, of course.
Post Code Lottery, NYS Style
Now there is a pistol license that allows you to just (concealed) carry the damn thing, it’s called an “unrestricted” license. One of the reason why my judge is considered one of the good ones is that after having has a specific-purpose license for a year, I can then apply for an unrestricted license. There are more classes involved, and they’re not offered all that often, and there is a waiting list for them when they are offered, but if I get into one, my county’s judge has a habit of granting them. Albany county’s judge apparently never approves unrestricted licenses. Some of the counties where the Night’s Watch are located will grant the unrestricted license without having a year of the training wheel version. Judges change. There’s no guarantee that the next judge of Saratoga county will be any better than Albany.
Remember way back when you “bought” a gun? Well, if all goes well, in a few months you might be able to take it home, once you have all your paperwork in. Well, “you” and “your” isn’t completely accurate. When you go to Ye Olde Sheriff’s office with your petition, you include some envelopes addressed to four NYS residents of good character who have known you for at least year. According to the trainers, this is not a rubber stamp thing. There will be background checks run on them, and the judge will determine whether the relationship is adequate for them to provide “proper” character references. The Westchester judge requires that one of these four must have known you for at least five years. So if you’ve just moved here from out of state, I hope your pistol collection wasn’t too expensive. Once the judge accepts your four, questionnaires are stuffed into the envelopes you provided (Huzzah for saving tax dollars!) and sent out. Until those four people return those questionnaires, your application will not be processed any further. If they are too late in returning them, the application is canceled. If the judge doesn’t like what they read, the application is denied. If the application is denied, you may not apply again until three years have passed since the denial. You’ll need to go out of state for all your pistol-touching* needs.
It gets better. Better, not good.
Once you do get a pistol license, you can now touch pistols.* This will help make your second purchase a better one, since you’ll have some idea of ergonomics. Once you purchase your next one, the gun store will give you another piece of paper. “What?” you may be asking. “Don’t I have a license to carry a pistol home now?” Hahahahahahano. Well, technically yes. You have a license to (concealed) carry A pistol. A single very specific pistol. Not “your” new one. This also works in reverse. Your pistol can only be carried by the licensee (i.e. you). You can’t lend out a gun. Another pistol-licensed individual can touch it* and they can use it for purposes for which their pistol license is valid, but they have to do so while under your direct supervision. The good part is that you can amend your pistol license to also include “your” new pistol. You won’t need any additional judge’s approvals or character references, just some signed and notarized forms. It still will take a few weeks to process.
You’ve fucking done it now (alternative title: Fuck Andrew Cuomo with red-hot pokers covered with syphilitic hornets1)
This has all been about pistols. Long guns are much less regulated… unless you get a pistol license. Because once you’ve deigned to ask to exercise your rights, the government now has carte blanche to fuck you over. There are vast [dammit, why can’t I find that scene from David Lynch’s Dune where Duncan Idaho says “vast numbers. VAST.”] numbers of ways that you can violate the terms of your pistol license. I believe they’re all crimes. Most of them are misdemeanors with no/little chance of jail time, but they are still crimes. Which means you immediately become a gun criminal. And gun criminals aren’t allowed to own any guns, even guns not requiring any special permission (even in NYS) to own. It’s kind of ingenious in a Kafka/Ayn Rand villain sort of way: make it so those people that want to own guns are more likely to violate rules. Make the rules carry little or no penalties to keep from generating sympathetic victims but then also use it to disarm them. Ta da! You’re disarming people who want guns without restricting the rights of those who don’t want to exercise those rights; as far as the gun-apathetic are concerned, no violation has taken place. Brilliant! Though not as brilliant as my idea of opening a hipster pop-up restaurant selling heated Red Baron frozen pizzas for $35.
And one last “Fuck You”
All his ranting has been concerning the laws of New York State. But the title just said “New York.” Why? Well, one of the laws pertaining to gaining a New York State Pistol License is… It is not valid in the five boroughs of NYC.
I wanted to find someone flipping off the NYC skyline, or the Empire State Building. This is the best I could do
None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. The planets are all being non-conformists, but not doing it together like gothlings. From a heliocentric view, the universe is an empty place devoid of meaning, lifeless planets lumbering along indifferent to the existential horror, blindingly following their paths set by unreasoning forces until all existence dies frozen in ultimate blackness.
This is going to be a bad week for aspies. The moon is in Virgo, bringing change to people who don’t like change. Interestingly, even though The Virgin is typically portrayed as female by the ancients, the personality types predicted perfectly match those of today’s male virgins. This ability of a theory to correctly predict things centuries later is why astrology is considered such a perfect science.
How much more perfect could a science be? None. None more science.
Remember how I used to predict good fishing? Well that orbital mechanic has turned around and now fishing is going to suck for a while. C’est l’etoile.
Your mental acuity will fade down to normal levels as Sol ceases illuminating Gemini. on the other hand, Mercury continues in Cancer, so with a bit of effort, you can still be successful in that research you’ve been doing. If you haven’t been doing any research, disregard that last bit. For the non-researchers, you will probably forget to log off of something or clear your browser history, leading to embarrassment. You should have been researching something.
Seriously though, clear your cache. That whole Jupiter retrograde in Scorpio does lend credence to the “your porn history will become public knowledge” thing this week.
Also this week, there is Aquarius (the water bearer) linked with Mars. (war, conflict). So some people will be fighting over a water vessel.