Asperitus Casting Runes...
Salutations, little insectoid travesties! How are the lords and ladies of the house of pain this month? No! For god's sake, don't answer me! I don't want to speak with you. It was merely a remark in passing such as a greater being (myself in this instance) makes to lesser beings (yourselves) from time to time to assure them there is life beyond the misery they know, even though they'll never actually find it.
Enough philosophical pleasantries! Let us instead content ourselves with the vile and bitter prognostications for savage September. If I remember rightly (and it's my tragedy that I do) you were riding the waves of success as head of a new cult devoted to the public ecstasy of private agony that had recently taken a delightful musical form. Live concerts a specialty!
Retrograde Mars now cavorts with irritating Uranus in your solar fifth house of pleasure and romance, enticing you to push the boundaries even further. After all, to one such as you, pleasure and pain are the same thing at opposite ends of the scale. However, a raft of rude aspects between irritating planets sees familiar patterns emerge. New friends vie to get close while you order body bags for old friends who try to curry favour. And, there are plenty of those swimming in this sea of success.
By the Full Moon in idiot Pisces, there are extravagant spendings and abominable pleasures as irritable associates vie for attention. This last is a tried and true spectator sport for you! But, there are also mysterious disappearances and dramatic exits as those who tried to curry favour wither in the chilly (or is that chili) gaze of your exacting revenge. Yet sober Saturn's clash with Chiron the wounded healer assures you the public face of the Church is one of proper restraint and severity. While in the decadent inner life, hidden to all but the most perceptive of beings, the secret affairs of an underworld domain enrich you. Puppets dance as the hammers of trusty workmen ring loud to shape cellars where you'll soon be playing 'poke the prisoner'. This is a delightful pastime that both amuses you and allows you to punish recalcitrance.
Your music sells. The CUTICLES OF ECSTASY in particular has several toe-tapping numbers that have caught the public's imagination. Your fortunes flourish. Nitwit Uranus moves back to eccentric Aquarius and you move to a palatial mansion befitting your vaunted station. Venus the goddess moves to Libra and you begin to spend time in the inner sanctum of your private chambers, meditating upon weighty matters and the vagaries of pleasures old and new.
Mercury the messenger turns direct, bringing a more stable atmosphere to the bevy of associates now you have removed the more troublesome or irritating elements thereof. The great Sol Invicti moves into Libra, bringing a New Moon in that odious sign. You withdraw from the world into these private meditations. Though, as marauding Mars moves direct, you call select companions to your chambers to disport yourself and test the air (as it were) for new sounds for future musical expressions of your most devout faith. Pass me the wet leather thongs and that golden toothed saw!
As Mercury clashes with underworld Pluto for a third and last time, you appoint a manager to run your affairs, as you're so engrossed in the deeper callings of the faith of your fathers! Thus you extend trust to another human being! Ye gods, little insectoid travesties! Could this be a first fatal mistake in a so far successful bid for ultimate control? Click here next month and see!
Aries, the Ram
Taurus, the Bull
Gemini, the Twins
Cancer, the Crab
Leo, the Lion
Virgo, the Virgin
Libra, the Scales
Scorpio, the Scorpion
Sagittarius, the Archer
Capricorn, the Sea Goat
Aquarius, the Water Bearer
Pisces, the Fishes