Astrology 19th-25th: Lemarchand's Box

 ABYSSAL EPISTLES
The Astrology of Baron Samadhi von Coppockalypse, PHD

Volume 78: Lemarchand's Box

      The Sun enters Pisces on Monday the 19th.  The first phase of Pisces, which Mercury is retrograde within, cofines its residents to the cold corridors of the mind.  Zodiacal winter's mountain cabin is a scene set for the Shining.  The internal isolation combined with the psychological outpour of the Sun in Pisces opens the door to our personal psychic labyrinth.  Inside the halls of each and every's mental asylum we find the patients and doctors that represent our perceived problems and their hypthosized cures.  Look deeper.  There is a play going on.  A love story.  In the dungeon, far beneath manicured gardens, the inmates of sanitarium are prepping for their roles.  Doc says its therapeutic.  

     The sanitarium is a stage for the character we're trying to perform.  But the character itself is the stage for the actor. The indecisive winds of Mercury retrograding through this area buffet our attempt to play the role.  They blow the mind of the performer through a number of different ways to play the way we've been cast.

     Though some of the scenes are scripted, much is left to improvisation.  There are holes in the script.  The cast is all there, but the plot is open ended.  Who gets the boy, the girl?  Who gets rich?  Why?  What is the best outcome?   The way we define our role will define our relationship to the other cast members. .

     Further refinements of these conflicts come on Friday, as the Piscean Sun conjuncts Mercury Retrograde in early Pisces.  We see more clearly who it is we've been playing.  The gap between the actor and the role better defined. Shortly before, Venus moves into Aries, sending us into a small season where we're interested in trying new modes of feeling, new methods of relating.  Affection can be externalized more effectively as we become more self aware of our role, and more enthusiastic about it.

     This dramatic inner work may barely break the surface of events.  As Mercury in a water sign implies, the action is beneath the waves.  Subtle, psychological; thoughts behind the eyes. Silent snow-globes enclose a time of invisible choices. 

 
Horoscopes:  February 19th-25th

 
Aries:  Half-Bake Oven

     Like everyone else, you'll be spending time locked inside your own personal labyrinth this week.  The asylum contains your all of your aborted projects, the half-finished creations you shat out and abandoned.  Although your reaction may be to flee the scene immediately, going fast" doesn't get you anywhere inside a maze.  Perhaps you have to rescue a few of these little bastards, and bring them up right.  

 
Taurus:  Solve The Box First

    You want out.  But where?  Despite a stubborn urge to go, your way remains barred by internal blockages. You have to negotiate the current set of circumstances before you can really leave.  This desire to GTFO* can motivate work on your relocation plans, but the desire to leave is not enough.  

*Get The Fuck Out.

Gemini:  Audition 

     Gemini, as always, your personal labyrinth is your mind.  The sanitarium is filled to brim with  permutations of possible you's.  Rejected twins may audition for new roles in your daily life.  Try taking each one with you to work for a day, see how it goes.  Like a schizophrenic version of "Take you child to work day."

Cancer:  Fecal Calligraphy  

     As the Moon waxes and wanes far above the roof of the asylum, your inmates alternate between covering the walls with intricate mathematical equations and feces.  They're all eager to show you their work.  They give lectures, like professors.  Some of the math is terrible, while some of the fecal smears evidence brilliance.  A weirder education is not possible.

Leo:  Cat Puke    

    You personal maze is filled with pets.  Little critters you admire for their uncompromised essence offend your eyes with their eat, fuck, kill, die routines.  Not to mention their stupidity.  What you admire says something about your ideals, and your ideals speak clearly about who you are.

Virgo:  Mental Hygiene

    The maze your mind descends into is most unclean.  Straight jacketed slobs pissing their already dirty sheets.  Perhaps they have more important things to worry about.  Perhaps they have a point.  But perhaps all this insanity is just exaggerated by the personal neglect it brings.

Libra:  Revenge of the Zombie Lover 

    You may have been lured into your labyrinth for a hot date.  Old lovers line the walls, filling padded rooms, each one holding an accusation and a bouquet.  Each one demands your soul as an apology.
     Perhaps the one that led you in here is an inmate as well?

 
Scorpio:  PBJ

      Personal hells?  Mental labyrinths?  Whatever.  Might as well be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  You'll revisit the familiar sights, smells, and sadnesses of love stained by human necessity.

Sagittarius:  The Dark Prison of Non-Awesomeness

     Your straightforward drive into the land of awesome takes you temporarily into the mad house of your own design.  Those you've left behind in service to your ideal pack the padded rooms.  Arguing that your ideals are insane, they say that you belong with them.  You can go questing in your head.

Capricorn:  Debtor's Prison

    Now Capricorn, you're more than used to mental confinement.   As you survey the lay of your personal maze, it may be your friends that you find most confined.  Drunks in debtor's prison bemoaning their fate.  Why are you here?

Aquarius:   Non-Viable Mutation

      Aquarius, your personal insane asylum is packed with cultural dead-ends.  Fired eyed innovators who didn't make a splash or a dime.  If you're not going to be interred here, you'll have to consider how you're going to make your mad schemes work.  If you can't prove the genius you're capable of, there's a lovely cell reserved just for you.

 
Pisces: Blood Ocean 

     Happy Birthday!*   Your special birthday labyrinth includes a descent into the ocean of blood, connection, and compassion you arise out of every morning.  You're reconsidering your connection to the primal waters, but that ain't nothin' new, is it?  Just remember to come up for air every now and then.   

  Disclaimer: If you do not take every word of these horoscopes into you with the utmost faith, you will die. Statistics bear this out. Simply scan the newspapers. You will find that an overwhelming majority of the people that die each week DID NOT read the Baron's horoscopes.  If your newspaper or your mom's website are interested in publishing the Baron's weekly prophetics, or you're interested in a personal reading,  shoot this old guy an email at Dr.Coppockalypse@gmail.com. The Baron is also available for birthdays, weddings, funerals and orgies.   

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