“Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?
Well, sir, I thank you.”

Dromio of Syracuse in Shakespeare’s
The Comedy of Errors(2.3.41-3)

Horoscopes for 10-7-2025

• Mercury into Scorpio 10/6
• Full Moon 14°8’ Lib./Ari. 10/7
• Venus into Libra 10/13

Horoscopes for 10-7-2025

Libra

I’ve always tended to trust the Libra elements in a chart for matters of taste. There’s usually a good sense of style, an understanding of how to assemble disparate elements so they all match. To this day, it still echoes in my mind, “Accessories. Purse and shoes should match,” and the reference was to me, buying a new fishing rod, and making sure I had a fishing reel that matched the rod itself. The problem facing birthday Libra people? It’s that shopping versus buying thing. It’s quite alright to shop. It’s a great time to look, try on the stuff, or, like me, heft the pole itself, but as far actually ponying up the cash? Let’s wait. Take time. Weigh the considerations, and think, “This might look better in a different color,” and therein the conundrum — and plausible answer — for the Libra week ahead. Enjoy. Shop. Try. Lift, taste, test. Maybe not buy just yet. We’re waiting on Venus and her good taste.

Scorpio

Last place I lived, there was a crowd of lizards, usually in the backyard — more a patio — but also crawling the walls, and eating bugs. Early October, the last of the lizards are trying to fatten up before it gets too cold, and they will hibernate, I guess. Long, sleepy winter ahead. I was always amused, though, the other afternoon, grabbing some of that late summer sun, one of the little male lizards inflated his ruby throat sac at me. It’s the lizard equivalent of chest thumping. I think it’s also a mating call, but I seem to have forgotten much about the Carolina Anoles.

Lizard, intact tail, maybe six inches long, brown against the concrete and brick, then, giving me side-eye, and inflating his throat sac. I bowed out. That lizard, though, with his side-eye, and cocking his head at me, then the display of lizard manliness? Thought of Scorpio. Mars, Mercury, but the Sun, still in Libra? Pause before you take on someone who is demonstrably larger, as fast, not quite as capable, but there is certainly more of me than that brave, if somewhat foolish lizard. I like the lizards who lived there, they kept the bugs at bay. But seriously, threatening me? Might want to be a little judicious about who one picks a battle with, dear Scorpio.

Sagittarius

“Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?”

The quote popped up, the source as quoted to me, “Neither rhyme nor reason” (As You Like It 3.2) . I looked, thinking I had a clue, and the Comedy of Errors quote, both in and out of context holds up better. Besides, Comedy of Errors provides a chance for great slapstick comedy as the help keeps getting beaten in amusing, if incorrectly administered, ways. The quote, it’s an example. It fits Sagittarius because, every time we turn around, we’re getting caught up in some mistaken plot device that is not of our own making, and we don’t deserve the beatings. Still, it all works out in the end, but until we get to the end? There will mistakes, gaffs, pratfalls, and the occasional railing against us, for which we have done nothing. My simple reminder? It’s in the play; it works out happily ever after but not until the 5th Act, and we’re no where near that at the moment.

Capricorn

One place I lived in old Austin, think trailer park, but that one place, the original refrigerator, circa 1972? It was only about five feet tall. It’s probably still running, even to this day. But that refrigerator gave birth to some ideas. In the English Lit Apocrypha, there was one poet, novelist maybe, who exclusively wrote on the top of his running refrigerator. Seems it was the perfect height. I could see that, understand it, after living at that place in Austin. The familiar, warm hum from the motor, the height near perfect, and supplies like food and drink, right at hand? In part, years earlier, it’s why I built a custom standing desk. To me, it made sense, and I was about 20 years ahead of the current craze. I’ve been around the block a time or two, and this has now come full cycle. The idea is to get the Aquarius project and the Aquarius mind, and for that matter, the Aquarius hands, all at the same level. Some place warm, comfortable, and inviting. Some place right on your level.

Aquarius

I’ve tried a variety of “spice palettes,” as in flavors that are culturally or ethnically combined. For example, the Indian sub-continent, the “pumpkin spice blend” is common, cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, sometimes black pepper, often alluded to as “chai.” While I started with classical TexMex as fusion cuisine, over time, my own, personal spice collection grew — first following “Mexican” flavors with peppers and such, but then, really finding a footing in Louisiana Cuisine. There’s a third or fourth element, too, derived from a Sriracha line, which is basically garlic and fire pepper sauce. Again, this all went to shape my personal preference, what I cook with when I’m cooking. One of the tricks I learned from Louisiana-style? Blackening, and that starts with almost burning the hottest of the peppers. The trick to make this work so it doesn’t sear the taste buds? To keep from having the pepper turn the mouth into a charcoal briquette? Burn the peppers. Hot skillet, keep it there until there’s smoke, and that takes the raw heat out of the pepper while leaving a piquant, fragrant, and proper blackening for the surface of the meat/vegetables. I also figured out, after years and years, my personal spice palette tends strongly towards that Louisiana flavor. The secret, and the Aquarius secret, it’s the same for both this week, apply enough heat to smooth things over. Enough heat and it’s not too hot.

Pisces

We talked through this, Pisces, and you didn’t listen. “I did listen,” says Pisces. If you did listen, then you know that a harsh reality is visited upon thy Pisces head, and there’s no way around it. “Yeah, that’s what you said, but I didn’t like it,” says Pisces. So it’s back, and there’s one final job, a Stygian Task, that must be accomplished, and putting it off until later, that just doesn’t work. “But you once said, ‘never do today what you can put off until next week’ as a guideline,” says Pisces. I did, and it was supposed to be ironic in that expression, not the hard and fast rule to live by, and see what happens when you keep putting off that one thing? It’s here to haunt you. It’s stuck, you’re stuck, and there’s no forward motion until your Pisces self initiates some action, some kind of resolution, some motion to fix this. The Pisces Problem is that no one sees can do this but yourself. “Oh. ‘If it is meant to be, it is up to me,’ yeah, you said that before,” says Pisces.

Aries

The notion starts with fairy tales. Stories, while rooted in old fables, they’ve been updated, corrected, massaged, purged, purified, and reiterated to make them new again, but fairy tales usually involve some Magic Fairy Dust. The true representation of Magic Fairy Dust is usually just glitter, a most pernicious and difficult substance to clean. Gets in the pores, cracks, and crevices, then seems impossible to get rid of the glittery crap. The image I had for this week’s Aries? It’s simple, a fairy princess opens up her palm, maybe a sequined glove, and she blows the Magic Fairy Dust towards Aries thereby making everything all right again. The problem? It’s just glitter, and there are no real, magical properties except what our own mind ascribes to the material. But if there was some real, Magic Fairy Dust? What would you do with it? “First thing I’d do is get this glitter out of my hair.”

Taurus

“Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?”

I know the feeling, oh, how I know that feeling. With the relative number of planets in Scorpio, poor Taurus is going to feel attacked for no known reason. That quote, baby, is for you. Before returning the ire, and instead of firing back with equally devastating retorts, cutting them off at the knees? Before responding, pause for half a beat and recall that this isn’t personal. In fact, I’ll suggest it was more supposed to be sarcastic humor, true irony, and yet, it lands just wrong on Taurus. Thank the planets, especially Mars — and Mercury — in Scorpio. It was about his eloquence, several of us remarking that on his outspoken, effusive, yet really quite poignant use of language. He thought we were attacking. No, just misundsetood, and like this week’s Taurus? It’s easy to mistake a backhanded compliment for a put-down. Listen all the way through, and then try to see what the intend missive really is.

Gemini

One of the biggest disadvantages to having an internet connection when I’m trying to work? The variety of distractions available. There are channels on social media, ostensibly, I could just stick to astrology-related themes, but then there’s Shakespeare scholarship of sorts, and then, just some books I like, and from that, the odd and errant click spins off into a realm of some new topic. It’s very distracting. The worst is the inadvertent click, not really hitting on click-bait itself, but a stray pointer motion that triggers a flood of new information. I’m not Gemini, so maybe I didn’t want this cascade of new data. As a good Gemini, though, you realize that when this stray click, inadvertent query, or wrong answer pops up with new and incoming data, you realize you are best served to file that important information away, maybe not now, but at some later date, that might prove valuable intelligence to have on hand. Don’t use it now? File it away for a later date.

Cancer

Last week’s quick idea was to write down three goals on piece of paper. I prefer to have these as post-it notes, formerly attached to the big monitor that I use. Works for me. Your Mileage May Vary, so fit it as you need, but the idea? First day? No luck with the stupid goals, do three more. Refine, edit, redo, or even just shoot for totally new targets, new heights to reach for? Sure, that works, too.

The Leo

There are some days when I wonder if I’ve run out of material, especially, good material for The Majestic Leo, but I look around, and there still seems to be enough to keep on keeping on. Mars is firmly in the middle of Scorpio, and Mercury has just entered. That means, Scorpio is a fixed water sign, that means there is undue pressure for change in Leo. The common expression, what I hear most frequently? “I don’t want to change; I like it like this…” Then instead of succumbing to the urge, desire, and Force Majeure that seems to be bearing down upon your little Leo head? Don’t want to change? Then don’t. Maybe this is less of a reason to change and more of a test of your own will to stay the same. Ever thought of that, it’s just a test, and not a reason to change?

Virgo

There was a book about how bias affects our lives. How to spot it, overcome it, and how to address it. Self-help title, I believe. I read through the blurb and advertising, and I immediately got defensive, “I know bias when I see it, I know when I hear it, I can easily recognize, and I work to actively combat bias.” Which, not to get tautological, but becomes an argument for an epic tome about understanding and recognizing bias. The question is, do we (royal Virgo we) recognize our own bias in this situation? For me, it was almost amusing, and maybe it was the clever title, the subject matter, or the framing of the material, but as soon as I realized I was biased against a book that played with my fears of me being too judgmental, too quick to render opinions, and maybe, stuck in a singular framework of understanding, does that make me bias? As the moon gets smaller, and other items ramp up? What’s the bias?