HOROSCOPES

ARIES

Pluto, lord of death and rebirth, has just entered your fiery constellation. Danger my dear. The  ram is already, by nature, a breaker of the old law, and Hades never concerned himself with the  moralities that exists beyond his fated realm. This duo is a radical one. The ram’s instincts are  now fueled by the underworld and the impulse to throw yourself in fire will increase. This is  how you feel alive, this is how you conquer existence. But beware, death, now more than ever,  lurks in the shadow of your sword. Before you strike, remember that every victory is a death  somehow.

TAURUS

Quiet time for the bull. Fruits and flowers are scarce. Where does one go when there’s no land to cultivate? Build a garden with the remnants of the wreck. We’re weary of disincarnate wealth. True riches are those you can caress.

GEMINI

Mercury has just entered your polar opposite. The centaur is roaring truths, you must go in with  the doubts, the paradoxes, the lies. An old French man by the name of Montaigne once warned:  “We are, I know not how, double in ourselves, so that what we believe, we disbelieve, and  cannot rid ourselves of what we condemn.”

CANCER

Neptune’s still retrograding in the crab’s womb, searching for the source, a genesis, a beginning of time. Don’t let yourself be drawn too deep into the abyss or its lessons will fail to incarnate. Let go of narrow notions of belonging. Mother the strangers you’ve never held, and stop cloning babies out of thin air. There are enough of us down here. 

SCORPIO

“Better to reign in hell, than serve in heav’n.”, right, Scorpio? That’s what Milton wrote, but  now that paradise seems lost, don’t you miss pulling the moves on its angels? And isn’t your sign the one whose lust for sex hides the most absolute lust for love? Who do you love, scorpio? That’s the question of the month. The north node is in your sign and our souls are calling for bare truths. Expose yourself.

VIRGO

Do you know the etymology of ‘virgin’, ‘parthenos’ in Greek, ‘almah’ in Hebrew? It means  unmarried. Not chaste, sexually intact, anal in all ways, just unmarried. Your constellation was, for centuries, associated with harlots, body experts, witches and alchemists. Virgo is a free  woman whose pact of fidelity is with herself. She is the uninfluenced constellation, hence her attachment to the perfect laws of nature and her disgust for the chaos brought on by men. Now that our DNAs are being altered in labs so that mama can get the ass she wants and papa the dick of his dreams, where do you stand, Virgo, and how do you feel? This month, take some time every day to elaborate on what perfection means to you, and publish it on your blog. Our scientists need the reading.

LIBRA

Remember Ancient Egypt, where the souls of the deceased were weighed on your scales awaiting judgment? When the living feared your otherworldly sense of justice? Remember when balance was still a thing? Libra, now is not the time to plan swinger parties with the three-headed citizens of neighboring galaxies, we need you to cut the cake. Counter Pluto in Aries’ fire power with some old school diplomacy, you’re the original big brother, and Saturn’s here.

LEO

Hey there, beautiful. Now more than ever the strength of collective trends, the power of the mass is threatening your unique persona. Everyone’s original, everyone’s fluid, gender is obsolete, we wear tank tops threaded with fluorescent plankton and there are too many rockstars for us to keep count. And yet, this isn’t your Golden Age, is it? For there are no more centers from which to roar. Where are you, my prince? Foreign suns have entered our galaxy, sources of light and warmth are plenty, but none of them is you.  

Remember Leo, the root of your difference. It’s not about diamond gowns, velvet shoes and  party favors, it’s about the animal within, the rage, the cry and the joy. Be uncivil, disobedient and mighty. Fight the egalitarian age with all your pride. A revolution facing no king is a dead one.

SAGGITARIUS

Hermes is here. He’s the only god that’s allowed access in all realms, Sagittarius. The one  above, the one below, the ivory towers of today’s elites and the undergrounds where our new society roams. He’s a trickster, a negotiator, one who’s ambivalence threatens your straightforward truths. You have a message to send, Sagittarius. Will it be a hologram, a radio contact between ships, or a simple letter like those we use to forge on leaves? Make it direct,  but not dogmatic, faithful, but not fanatical. Remember your common flaw is to discard the world below where all your clear intuitions stem from. Don’t reject the darkness out of which all light is created.  

CAPRICORN

Major planets in cardinal signs are squaring you, dear goat, our old father. You are Reality itself, incarnation in matter. Your perseverance can turn wastelands into glorious cities. Your gravity is what keeps us bound to earthly achievements. But now that the old kings are gone,  with what kind of authority do you wish to rule? We need you to draw the limit, Capricorn. The progress brought on by your Aquarian brother was wonderful for the spirit, but it’s threatening the rhythm of time itself. What will it be? Limiting light-speed travels, mining on Mars, body swaps? Get on it and draft a couple of laws, Capricorn. You’re not that obsolete and we need a daddy lesson. 

AQUARIUS

Your rulers are born enemies. Ouranos, lightning god and source of all Utopias, rejects the fate of his Titan son, Kronos. This dilemma splits our society in two, Aquarius. Space Travelers on the one hand, earthbound groups on the other. Your sign is one of equality and civilization, meant to shatter the towers of hierarchy. What’s the value of that bridge between earth and sky if only the rich get access to it? Your constellation has often rejected the fate and the feminine, the law of death in the human realm. But your spirit may have gone too high. Can there be life in the silent spaces of the sky? Get back down, brilliant brother. Your waters are meant to be  poured on Earth.

PISCES

Mighty Pisces, you resist understanding and your lessons can only be felt. Our technologies have failed to conquer your waters. Probes and radars go silent below the newly-restored Atlantis. Jupiter has now reached the center of your constellation and we’re seeing positive outcomes. The intergalactical accords have been signed in the outer rim, initiating a new era. We need the illusions you weave in our thoughts, the dreams you thread in our realities. But let us not drift too far into the mystique. Help our anchors reach the shore. Blessed be your words, your colors. Blessed be your music.