Horoscopes 9-24-2024

• Eclipse 9/18 26° Vir./Pis.
• Sun enters Libra 9/23
• Eclipse 10/2 9° Libra

Libra

Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors turned into one of my favorite plays. Part of the reasoning was the whip-smart, back-and-forth dialogue with a series of players all of whom seem to be mistaken for someone else. Part of it is the sheer slapstick, and part of the reason I grew to like it so much? A tiny piece of a Shakespeare podcast turned it into a question larger than the play itself. A little later, I believe, that material was incorporated in a Shakespeare book. Check the blog for details. The idea is simple: because the Comedy of Errors is an early play by Shakespeare, does that make it a lesser play? Hardly. It has any number of classical elements, and in one from, it was in keeping with the then current theatre tradition, so it was done almost perfectly. It showcased dialogue, plotting, staging, and the sheer insanity of everyday city life. Just because it was an early play, does that make it any lesser than other from Shakespeare’s comedies? The question, in one form another, starts to heat up in Libra, about the what we use to judge, and those Libra Scales swing back and forth. Or as they swing back and forth?

Scorpio

For me, my dreams are sometime prophetic, frequently allegorical, and rarely upsetting. They are also usually very private. Not for publication. I’ve only alluded to them in passing, without a great deal of details, as these are my visions, and apply mostly to me. However, in the last few weeks, I’ve been jarred awake three or four times, and see if this doesn’t sound familiar to Scorpio….

Each time, these weren’t nightmares, but each time, I would find myself in a clearly dream-state scenario where I get chased down a pathway, a hallway, a doorway, and each scene ends in the realization, there is no place to go. Dead end. Over. I wake up, make note of the specifics, and go back to sleep, my sleep of angels. But when I looked at where Scorpio was even now, the pattern of those dreams came back to haunt me, as there’s a clear symbolism at work. Three dead-ends. Three situations with no way out. Three ways that have no answers, well, other than to wake up. Not nightmares, at least, not in my situation, but no way out can really scare some people, that isn’t what this about. It’s about three — or more — Scorpio signs that indicate a decision, a process, a realignment of good Scorpio energy to find answers. Like the dreams suggested to me? Sometimes there aren’t any “right” answers.

Sagittarius

Males, we don’t grow up; we just grow old.

Capricorn

I got a “hook and loop” patch that said, “In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” Find them on Amazon and similar places. The first time I got that patch, I eventually gave it away, as a buddy of mine really needed it more than me. Eventually, I bought it a second time, more because it was a steeply discounted item rather than because it was a message that I needed to display. I find it amusing, at best, and a little troubling, on some levels, after all, some of us shouldn’t be let out with adult supervision. Sounds like familiar Capricorn complaint. The problem being, in this scenario, are we just displaying the patch because it’s fun? Or does it lend us an excuse of some form? Or does this apply to people around Capricorn rather than Capricorn itself?

Aquarius

Stretch. Stretch back in time, reach into the miraculous Aquarius mind, and pull out a single important event. One of those events wherein “everything changed.” One such event for me was certain Sagittarius, drunk-dialing my professional message service and leaving a long, rambling message, which, as it turned out, was a passage from Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida, in which, she was performing. Like I suggested, I’m reaching deep and far back for this one. I should’ve saved it in digital format, but at the time, storage was expensive. Bait and bandwidth were much higher priced, then. The ultimate send up from that long, rambling Shakespeare passage, though? I wound up with a ring that I still wear, a grinning death’s head skull with ruby eyes. Goes back to that passage when things were different.

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order;
And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
In noble eminence enthron’d and spher’d
Amidst the other; whose med’cinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts like the commandment of a king,
Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets
In evil mixture to disorder wander,
What plagues and what portents, what mutiny!

Ulysses in Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida (I.iii.84-96)

Pisces

There is a strong connection, in my mind, between closet clutter and the state of my own being. Feng-Shui aside, I found that extra unorganized crap in my own closet meant that my life had extra, unorganized crap stuffed in it, as well. This is a time to consider paring down on that Pisces-related clutter, especially if it is stored in a place where you can’t really see it, not at first glance. This is about digging a little deeper, going under the bed, so to speak, and looking at material that is stacked up, unused. Unorganized. Without a proper place? That might be it, more than any other way of seeing, without a proper place. Just cramming crap into the back of the closet, and leaving it until later? This little window is “later,” now is the time tackle that “looking at the crap buried in the past.” Or looking at the stuff you’ve covered up, slammed the door on, or otherwise just avoided until later. It is later. Now is later.

Aries

My most common question, in a personal consultation, I tend to start with, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Younger people tend to have aspirations, hopes, dreams, and fantasies about rock stars, fabulous wealth, and lottery wins. As we age, the dream becomes a little more realistic, but what I’m trying to elicit? I’m looking for a direction. Pick an Aries area of concentration, then look at an astrology chart to figure out what tools one has have to achieve the desired results. Most, not all, but frequently with typical Aries energies? There’s a suggestion that the shortened form of expression, or the “Shoot first, ask questions next week” school of thought seems to serve best. I’m not suggesting that it the best route for all Aries, but try it, and if it fits for these next few weeks? I think we’ve got clues about what we can be when we grow up.

Taurus

For several years, date the right person, but for several years I had access to minuscule — but very sporty — hybrid car. Was fun to drive as it had the acceleration and handling of the older British marquees, the vaunted rag tops. Small, basically a two-seater, and being a hybrid? It offered either excellent mileage or sporty performance. One, or the other, but not the both at the same time. I drove it “sporty” a few times, and a few trips to Austin, I went fast. Lowered the mileage a bit. There’s a choice to this week’s twin Taurus energies, either fast and fun, or efficient and pedantic. Pick one or the other, but as a reminder, “Haste makes waste,” and therefore, the slower, more leisurely and economical pace might serve you better. However, that’s up to the individual, I’m just suggesting there are two Taurus choices. Fast and fun? (Expensive.) Pedantic and leisurely? (Less costly.)

Gemini

I haven’t dated a Virgo in a long time. I’m not man enough to date a female Virgo. I am person-enough to admit that — now. Drawn to the intellect, and obvious sensual nature, that makes the Virgo energy so attractive. But it’s not a good idea for a Sagittarius like myself. I know that, now. With the cosmic rumblings, the motion and and relative inaction of other people? I kept thinking of mistakes I’ve made, and how that can benefit gentle Gemini. Mistakes I’ve made? Like pursuing a sign that might be fun, but ultimately not a good match? Perfect example. Perfect example for Gemini.

“I realize that there is a flaw in the logic, but what could go wrong?”

Gemini hint: the logic and cool analytics win.

Cancer

For many years. I’ve used a variety of lunar events to time the way I set goals. Understand, too, when I talk about “setting goals?” I’m suggesting this is what I’ve found works for myself. I can’t claim this works for everyone, but wrapping my goal-setting methods around a lunar cycle makes the most sense to me. As a Cancer–compliant, Moon Child influence? Understand the difference between setting goals, and adhering to the standards you’ve just set, for yourself, for others, and what the expectations might be. Or what the reality might not be. After years of various metaphysical schools, I can set goals, and while I hope that the outcome is what I wish for? I realize that the reality of time might not provide me with what I think I want. Celebrate that difference, and understand that a failure is not a failure, just a chance to change a direction. Or pick another goal. Or change the metrics we’re using to define what success is, and how that might observed.

The Leo

I’ve always depended on books to let me escape. Comes a time, comes a time and a place, where I know I need to escape the mundane nature of existence, if only for a little while. A book, a novel, a series of short tales, something like that works. No batteries. I can use just about anything for a bookmark, and I’ve got some that stretch back over years. To be sure, the more modern variant of digital press is appealing, and my local library doesn’t let me keep books past their due dates so there are no fines. Still, for a traditional, majestic, and wonderful Leo? The ordinary, printed form of a book might be best. Can pick it up, take off, and still have something to return to that doesn’t require any of the modern attributions like a power cord or charging block. Or even electricity. Simpler. More fool-proof. I doubt The Leo will play the fool, but you know, there are those people out there.

Virgo

The taco wars between Austin and San Antonio have gone on for years. A recent popular online rating place named Austin as the best, and didn’t even mention San Antonio. When I lived in downtown San Antonio, I used to stop at Eddie’s Taco House on my way to the freeway to go to Austin for work. I would get a bag of assorted breakfast tacos, ten or twelve, for less than seven bucks. By the time I made it through Austin’s traffic, the bag would soak through, a layer of grease coating its surface. The tacos were huge, plentiful, and the ones with bacon would usually have about a half pound of cured pork belly in each taco.

Really, a workingman’s breakfast taco.

Obviously better than any of the artisanal, a single sparrow’s egg taco found in Austin. I’ve used this analogy before, it came up again, the proper way, the proper Virgo way to acknowledge this information? Let it alone. That online review was obviously picked by advertisers and there are more of them in Austin than San Antonio, besides, we don’t want our places overrun with fad-seeking food amateurs. My rating is based on the number of reflective vests before sunrise.

• Aperture: ƒ/1.8
• Camera: iPad Pro (11-inch)
• Taken: 29 November, 2022
• Flash fired: no
• Focal length: 3mm
• ISO: 64
• Shutter speed: 1/60s