“That’s neither here nor there”
— Mistress Quickly in
Act 1, Scene 4
Horoscopes for 9-16-2025
- Mercury into Libra 9/18
- Venus into Virgo 9/19
- New Moon 29°5’ Vir. Eclipse 9/21
- Mars into Scorpio 9/22
- Sun into Libra 9/22
Horoscopes for 9-16-2025
Virgo
“It’s our secrets that define us.” I can’t find a quick source for that quote. Something about Harry Potter? No, that’s not it. Anyway, for gentle Virgo, and for Birthday Virgo, and for the rest of the Virgo stuff in one’s chart? Think along those lines, that “It’s our secrets that define us.” There’s an existentially weird flavor to the coming weeks and what works best? Keep mum. Stay quiet. Smile, nod your head, shrug, if called for, but say nothing. It’s our secrets that define us, and although there is nothing really, truly secretive about gentle Virgo, there is a sense that being more circumspect, and a little less effusive might help heal a rift. Or better, might prevent a misunderstanding that no one needs now. Simply put? Keep it a secret. Keep it to your good, Virgo self. Think? “It’s our secrets that define us.”
“That’s neither here nor there”
— Mistress Quickly in
Act 1, Scene 4
Libra
It was a Friday night football quote, “If the big guy get the ball, it’s a score for sure…” Friday Night Football, not really my thing, never really was, but where I live, I have to pay homage to the local deities, and as such? The local High School Football is as important as a religion, more so, to some. Acknowledge it, accept it, and then? Pay homage as local customs decree.
More than the idea of the football itself, it was that commentator, and his enthusiasm, reporting on a game, “If the big guy gets the ball, it’s a score for sure.” This week can go one of two ways, obviously, for Libra: either you are trying to prevent that, running defense, or you’re hoping that the offense just gives him the ball, and lets the players fall where they may. What this amounts to? You know what you have to do. Either prevent, or assist, in that transfer.
Scorpio
Creeping suspicions abound. There’s the old black and white version, a scary creature with antique organ music, a dire dirge-like baroque tune, usually a fugue, and that spins this up to a point where it looks bad. Creeping suspicions abound. Because the audio quality of that original recording isn’t too good? It sounds “scratchy,” and probably is a dub of a previous recordings, and each generation loses something. One Scorpio screeches, “I knew it! See?” Each step away from the original loses some semblance of the original intent, the tone and the delicate interplay between the elements, so each copy of a copy? Loses something. The relative position of the planets, though, and the effects of that eclipse? It’s a new start — think new solutions to old problems — but not without some subterfuge, misinformation, and little misdirection that is part of the Scorpio discovery process. Like I suggested, Creeping suspicions abound — in the Scorpio (mental) arena.
Sagittarius
The symbolism of an eclipse, and eclipse-action? The sun gets in the way of the moon or the moon gets in the way of the sun. One is our basic internal drive and the other is our emotional make-up. What happens, usually, observed, over the years? There’s a brilliance, but this is tinged with “localized insanity.” I just made that term up, “localized insanity,” and while not truly a technical definition, it’s easy to see people getting warped out of shape over some perceived emotional slight, only to discover that message was ill-conceived, delivered wrong, or just not the intended missive — at all. Now, what I’ll do? I’ll feel hurt, shamed, abused, and much put out until I realize, in my Sagittarius heart of hearts? When I get done internalizing the pain, the anguish, and anger, I’ll understand, “This isn’t really about me.” Regrettably, this next few days — possibly the next three weeks — is about understanding the difference about what someone else said, what someone else meant, and how I internalize it. How we internalize it. Analyze then internalize. I hope I remember that one.
Capricorn
Looking at Jupiter, opposite from Capricorn in Cancer? Starting there, then wending our way through the Virgo stuff, and what’s up ahead? There’s an urgency and yet, a laid-back sense that this will all get accomplished, through no effort of our own, good Capricorn selves. Yes. No. Yes, it can happen, and yes, this is a brilliant time to line that stuff up, and no, it won’t happen unless good Capricorn initiates dome kind of action. Effort is required. Realize, too, that this is the eclipse flavors, and while the ideas are solid, the implementation, the way, the action we all choose? Might not be the best. Might be brilliant and wonderful, but more than likely? “Your heart’s in the right place, but no.” Which sums up the week ahead, until we get through this muddled mess. Is it bad? No. What isn required? Some kind of action. What kind? Doesn’t matter, whatever looks best at the moment.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
(It was. Kudos, Capricorn, kudos.)
Aquarius
Messing around with the technology? I discovered that it would behoove me to have a “powered USB hub” in order to best make all the little hanger-ons work the way they were supposed to. Part of this seems like common sense from a technological perspective and yet, part of this goes against that technological intuition. If the original USB port is “powered,” that is, if it can provide juice to charge a device, then it logically follows that the electricity flows outward from there, and can power any number of devices downstream. In theory? It works. In practice? Not so much. Therein is this week’s problem, and solution, as we move forward through this weird astrology weather. The little powered USB hub, cheap, just plug it into the same power strip that powers the computer, and then, all the little drives, doo-dads, and things that are plugged into that? All the signals go through like they are supposed to. I think, might be wrong, but the upward limit to a USB connection as something like 64 devices. I don’t have near that many but with phones, tablets, cameras, microphones, and more? It helps. As an Aquarius, you have to admit, we can all use a little extra juice some days.
Pisces
The term that comes to mind? “Niche.” It’s about finding, defining, developing and hewing to that specific Pisces niche. It’s a narrow set of requirements, a singular point of focus for those skills, and working within that narrow framework. This week’s energies are the opposite of the Swiss Army Knife approach. Instead of being everything to everyone, and instead of being functional multi-tool that is only just good for a few generalized tasks? Be the highly-trained, and detail-orientated task-master that you know how to be, for that singular job. Not only does the expression, “I’ve got this,” come to mind but there’s a companion to that term, “I’m good at this.” Because you are. It’s right in your specialized Pisces niche.
Aries
Used this commentary before, but I thought it would do well to revisit this in Aries. When I’m writing the horoscopes, like this one now, the written bit exists simultaneously in three place. The first is the backbone, I sketched out years ago, more or less, deep in the past. The second is the present, in my mind. Or the week before, when I try to make sure the copy editor has — for real — done the proofreading thing. The corrections, grammar, spelling, that stuff. Then there is the point where this material seems to exist in the mind of the reader. I hold no sway there. I suppose, there’s a final point, at some place in the future, so there’s that, but the immediacy of the media leaves that open to question. So the material — the horoscope — as an analogy for Aries? It exists in the past, when I was hammering ideas together, it exist in my mind in the present, and finally, it exists in the mind of the reader, whoever that is. Three places at once. With the regular motions of the Sun? Seems like we’re unsure of where we’re at, as the Sun is opposite from Neptune, Saturn, all of that. Stuck in one of those places. Maybe, we can exist in all three, does that work?
Taurus
I’ve long chided various people about the words they use. “It can’t get any worse,” a frequent expression? Regrettably, I think that tempts the Fates, might make them furious? It’s that situation, wherein, if you say it? It might happen? We’re in position — in Taurus — this week, we’re in position where it’s OK. Not great. Not bad. One, a single is what it looks like to me, a single poignant problem area that needs some effort expended. Before the next week hits and this all gets worse? A little attention, now, can keep this from spiraling out of control, and that’s what I’m all about, helping you now. “Well, I was going to do this, but I thought I’d wait.” That’s the problem. “It can’t get any worse,” again, this tempts fate, the furious fates, and that is what I’m trying to get you to fix. Small problem, fix it now. Or? It can turn into a larger issue. “Seriously,” Taurus asks, “it can’t get any worse, can it?”
Gemini
I can’t think of a single Gemini chart that doesn’t have some degree of fixed in it. The way it works, what I’ve observed, there will usually be a few planets close in Taurus, for example, or Leo, and both of those are fixed signs. That small amount of fixity in the generally gentle Gemini natal chart is what gets attention. I was thinking, especially of one or two, there was a tension angle from Pluto at 1° Aquarius, that over the next ten, or twelve days, that gets poked by Mars as he enters Scorpio. Then the cascading effect is that the non-Gemini fixity gets a very familiar “thump.” This is crap that flows downhill, and that means it gathers in Gemini, after it has run roughshod over the fixed stuff. From things being easy to a moment or two when it feels all is lost, there is no hope, and the outlook is so bleak, and then, a few more Gemini hours, this will pass. But be prepared, as it isn’t in Gemini directly, but the thunks, or the bump, or the whatever the perceived Gemini obstacle that falls in your way? That’s soon. It is supposed to be a minor delay, not the end of the world.
Cancer
The interplay between digital and analog? Always been a favorite liminal space for me. Dig back far enough, and there’s a sure sign of this in the cover of the second book I did, Two-Meat Tuesday. The text itself was paean to my version of Austin, long subsumed by high-rises and hipsters, all long since replaced. But the point for the gentle Moon Children, the sign of the Crab? Cancer’s inherent imagery? It’s where analog and digital intersect and what that looks like. Further along this trail of thoughts for Cancer? There was a site that would take an image of handwriting, and turn that into a downloadable font — turn one’s handwriting into a computer font. I tried that, used it briefly, and it’s an excellent example of the space between analog and digital, trying to broach that gap. For this week’s Moon Children, the sign of the Crab? There’s a point where digital needs to look analog or analog needs to look digital. While I don’t have an exact answer, as Mars switches up signs, that drives a Cancer’s problem more towards a Moon Child’s solution, if you look for it. I’ve dropped a few pointers, the rest is up to you. Might have to poke around online or someplace to get real data points for your references where your digital and analog intersect, and overlap.
The Leo
Apparently, everyone got the notice. I was looking for the best time to go to the big box store. I wanted a time when there wasn’t much traffic, the fewest number of other shoppers, and an ease of ingress. Egress, too. Easiest in and out, no parking issues, no shortage of shopping carts, no long lines at the check out? Makes perfect sense. Over the years, I’ve grown more fond of the retail giant Costco, in part, for their prices, in part, for bulk buying to stock up, and in part? Just an easier experience for me. The first time I checked, allegedly, the best time to shop there, when there were the fewest customers? Tuesday afternoon at 2 PM. Problem: everyone received that e-mail and read it. You know what worked last week? Friday morning. Didn’t make sense, usually, the big box stores are crowded before a weekend, but early, or early-ish on last Friday? Slipped in, got a case of water, and pallet of coffee. This is about understanding that a highly publicized “best” usually means it’s been discovered. What’s the best time for The Leo? You can try, Tuesday afternoon at 2 PM, as well, but don’t be surprised if everyone else got that e-mail.
