Horoscopes for 11-18-2025

“O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.”

Romeo and Juliet (V.iii.109)

Horoscopes for 11-18-2025

• New Moon 28°11’ Sco. 11/20
• Sun 28°, Moon 28°, Mercury RX 28° Sco.
• Sun into Sag. 11/22
• Venus into Sag. 11/30

Scorpio

This is about collecting. In one example, a weird author, now deceased, but my route to having his whole line of hardback, first edition books? Started with a paperback referral from a friend, I liked the book, got the second and third as a paperbacks, got the fourth as a First Edition hardback, gave it away to a buddy, as I didn’t think the material was worthy of holding onto in the limited space of a trailer park. Met the author at a book signing, twice, and developed a passion for his works, only to discover that the books held up well under subsequent re-reading, so I set about collecting those early novels as hardback first editions. Stranger yet, I’ve got some as deeply discounted digital imprints, as well. But the coolest bit? A complete collection of hardback first editions, all by the same author. It’s wacky stuff, the books themselves, but I’ve loved them, and found that I could re-read them, so the books themselves are not unloved, or just treated as trophies, no, they are used, ingested. I didn’t start collecting the books, though, until I realized that the material held up rather well under repeated usage. Think that’s the clue for Scorpio.

Sagittarius

Roots, causes, sources, and inspirations? What this is about. Next few days, week ahead, the end of Scorpio and the start of Sagittarius? Roots, sources, and mostly, what’s the inspiration? What inspires us? What caused us to act in such a way? What is the root source of the issue at hand?

For Sagittarius? Roots, causes, sources, and inspirations are abundantly clear. Sometimes, the answers are in the inspiration. What was the source of the question? Look at the roots, the causes, the inspirations. Answer a question with a question? Maybe. But also, look back to find out where that question came from, from whence did it originate? The answers? Roots, causes, sources, and inspirations.

Capricorn

I just adore the term, “Normal.” it implies some semblance of normalcy, an equitable balance between mundane, pedantic, tinged with boredom. Regrettably, there is anything but “boredom” on the immediate horizon for Capricorn. Someone, not a Capricorn, will cause a disturbance, that causes the usual Capricorn train to jump its rails. Normal is going out the window. Instead of worrying about trying to make material fit into a normal pattern, or make life appear normal, consider that normal can be such a median average, and there’s no reason to average. Break free of the constraints of the current values, and let that Capricorn freak flag fly. Given the mercurial nature of this disturbance, I doubt you’ll be like for long, but it is fun.

Aquarius

Look: Pluto was in Sagittarius for some years, easily more than a decade. In that time, near the beginning of my full-time astrology career, I learned how to effectively deal with Pluto’s heat, wrath, and disclosure. The tail-end of Scorpio, for some reason makes me think of a stinger, but the tail-end of Scorpio, then the onset of Sagittarius spells out a weird kind of relief, but also carries an Aquarius warning: don’t try to conceal the facts. Don’t try to hide. Be open. Be open and honest about whatever it is. But don’t try to hide. The Scorpio flavors suggest hiding everything under a rock, and the Sagittarius energies that follow close on the heels of that “Let’s pretend this never happened” stuff? The Sagittarius will tell anyone — and everyone. I haven’t worked in a proper office for some years, but in one place, office gossip was rampant, and what I liked? “Don’t tell anyone but…” Then came hot news, and then? I would hear variations from everyone, usually preceded by, “Don’t tell anyone, but…” So don’t tell anyone unless you want it broadcast. Hint: I’ve been through this before.

Pisces

With Halloween so close in the Pisces rearview mirror? The suggestion of a haunted feeling should bring a grimly humorous idea to mind. Yes, most of us have moved onto other holidays, but the trappings of Halloween, the ghouls, goblins, graves that are yawning open to let spirits of the dead escape? That’s fresh in the Pisces mind. Sets a tone for the rest of this week, a haunted feeling, like, maybe there was something you meant to do, but can’t seem to recall what it was?

My familiar line is best,
“I know I’m forgetting something.”

Someplace between truly being haunted, and a simple task that slips the mind? Some point in between those two is where this lands. I can’t be more specific because it lands differently for each individual, but I can make a couple of simple suggestions. Before you embark or disembark? Write down that destination, that goal, that thing you don’t want to forget. If it turns out you’re haunted by that — whatever it was — thing you wrote down? You can always burn it, you know, excise it, literally or just figuratively. It’s how to deals with a haunting.

Aries

In the dusty hallways of my own mind, memories, if you will, and I will, I have distinct recollections about certain bookstores. One of them was in Austin, South Lamar, on the hill just south of the river, in a center that’s been transmogrified, and nothing remains the same. The old New Age Books was a place of myth, mystery, and wonder. I worked there as a volunteer assistant, then as a reader, tangentially associated with the store itself. The store had a constantly evolving layout, crystals, incense, baby buddhas, and assorted metaphysical apocrypha. But most important? Books. They had books from all the minor publishers, some independents, on all the sacred pseudo-sciences, aliens, crystals, magic, manifestation, and meditation. Plus? Every topic in between. There was a Virgo bookstore owner, one that came to mind, as she knew every topic, and subsidiary data about the topic in addition to an encyclopedic knowledge of the books and their locations. But most important? It was great place to get lost, wandering the aisles, looking at strange and unknown — unconsidered — topics, then finding a shelf full of books about that weird subset of knowledge. It’s getting lost in place that smells like books, finding new material on old topics, or new topics covered with old material, but digging around, and most important for Aries? Getting lost in a book. Or getting lost looking for a book.

Taurus

Every year, around this time, the universe punctuates a definitive Taurus missive. Been going on for a decade, or more. The function is partly attributed to Uranus, a king among planets, and partly due to the Sun in Scorpio, as noted, opposite from that heavenly disrupter. What this means? It’s almost like it’s a last-ditch, Hail Mary maneuver to get Taurus to pay attention.

Begs the question, “Pay attention to what?”
I make a generalized gesture, “Everything?”

There are some points, though, little items that you’ve carefully avoided, not paid attention to on purpose, or otherwise ignored, sometimes pointedly so, and those are the elements that get called into play. Pesky Mercury, in its pattern? Tends drag up bits we wish were left buried. That little problem you ignored for so long? It seems to have grown into a larger, more audible problem, calling attention to itself. Bummer. The good news? There’s a way to fix this, but it is up to your Taurus self, as no one else haas the skill set.

Gemini

It’s the arc, span, and direction that technology takes. I started out in one place, then, as tech switched gears, I adapted, followed, and let myself be guided by “best practices.” What I was looking for, there was a specific end user experience that I wanted. What the customer, the client sees. Very specific. Not much to go on, but I knew what I wanted it to look like on the other side. I know what I wanted this interaction, I know what the output should be, it was tools I used to get there? Software engineering is a shifting morass of mostly muddy surfaces and occasional bouts of clarity. For a decent Gemini, this looks like a constant harangue, one problem tumbling into the next, only to finally see clearly how to solve another problem. That’s how this week, this month, this year-end time frame works. Dedicated, persistent energy expended in one direction only to have it reveal an answer to some other question that was not top-of-mind.

Cancer

The image of a tiny sand crab, at the beach? Always serves me well when I think about Cancer, the sign of the crab, the Moon Children. The little crabs, not much larger than a half-dollar, they look imposing in miniature, little tiny crab claws, what looks like a hard carapace, and the little legs scurrying, left and right. The point is “look imposing,” and the claws are not large enough to inflict any kind of pain, and, at best, the little sand crabs quickly become food for larger creatures on the food chain. Those sand crabs never go in a straight line. To the left, the right, scurrying at a high rate of speed, able to avoid predators and not be prey? The answer, follow closely, the answer is like those sand crabs, do nothing, and I mean, nothing directly. To left, to the right scurry, hurry, wave your arms around, clack your pincers, but nothing is best head-on. Sideways is the quickest Cancer, crab-like, Moon Children way forward.

The Leo

We all know that the machine, the algorithms, choose what we see and read. It’s not really a live machine, merely a decisions tree based upon likes, dislikes, time spent on pages and which ads we violently block. I tend to smash certain windows shut on the screens, be it computer, tablet, or phone. Towards that end, understanding that the machine merely points to sales items that are similar to what we’ve clicked on? One little trick I employ? Something to pass onto The Majestic Leo? Click on some ad, link, material, news item that is clearly outside of your beliefs. Shake up the machine. Split its internal pointers so that there is a different strain of material that leaks into The Majestic Leo’s news feeds, the advertising, the “If you like that, you might like this” suggestions. Hint for The Leo: the truth is out there.

Virgo

“You get out of it what you put into it.” Simple axiom that’s worked for me, for years. I had to go back and revisit the idea, looking at elements I’ve been over before, because, well, Mercury, Retrograde in Sagittarius, right? It’s the value of what goes into the effort, the individual’s desire to right and correct a situation, and the amount of effort expended. There are strong corollaries from my own life that I use in personal teaching situations, examples I’ve used in readings and personal consultations. The examples I tend to employ simply won’t fit in this space, but lessons learned? Simple missive for our retrograde patterns even now, as there is the weird lunar cycle on top of this? “You get out of it what you put into it.” Put some good, Virgo effort into this. Understand the parameters, but remember, “You get out of it what you put into it.”

Libra

The divisive and often bifurcated nature of the web’s new medium and media itself? Any attempt at finding a happy place between the two is a fool’s errand. I’ve tried. I’ve failed. I doubt that you can find that happy spot between two warring factions that refuse to give it up, each resoundingly wrong in certain aspects, yet both insanely insisting on being the only correct way, as in, “I am the only one!” What I found, and it takes some poking around to get there, but what I found was that there are alternative routes, different sources, and between the twin pillars of right and left, there is a happy spot. The casual glance through the Libra charts, just looking at what’s there? Poke, prod, ponder. Poke at the questions, looking for alternative sources. Prod, like get a stick and jab at those sources, the ones you find. Finally? Ponder the answers. Weigh the answers, then sources, the roots of the questions, and think about what each one suggests, then look for that happy middle ground. This is a week, weeks, for poking, prodding, and pondering.