SCORPIO (October 23-November 21): What have your past four weeks been like, Scorpio, since the arrival of Mars totally shifted the script you'd been living for all those long purgatorial months preceding? Rather than offer you my judgments on what's happened and what it represents in your wider life-narrative, I'd prefer you to do the judging, in honor of this week's Mars-Saturn conjunction in your sign. It should be no surprise to any regular astrology-watcher that you've been under tightened self-regulatory watch since Saturn first entered your sign back in October 2012, cornered into finding the most ideally balanced and deliberate expression for your Scorpio energy: not too blindly wildly intense, not too fearfully repressively inhibited.
So far, I have to say that "fearfully repressively inhibited" is winning by a landslide.
By this point, most of you have already refined your game (probably under duress or a real threat of retribution) and grown more confident in who you are (and who you aren't)… or you've suffered consequences from either excessive emotional volatility or insincere robot-like acquiescence.
I only ever suffer consequences from the former. People LOVE it when I give "insincere robot-like acquirescence." In fact, that sort of thing has become my life motto and lifeblood for 40 hours a week. This month I've been in whopping trouble for expressing anything, but if I shut up and SMILE, I don't get my ass beat. So there you go.
Now, let's draw the distinct parallel between this macro-level trend ('up your game, or face consequences') and the micro-level specifics of whatever current circumstances are being immediately impacted by how you choose to put yourself forth. You know these specifics far better than I could. Do they demonstrate how you've matured? Are you wielding your intense power responsibly? Are you considering longer-term impacts, not just a moment's surge in passion? If so, you are reaping the fruits of your earnest self-development efforts. If instead you are facing a come-to-Jesus collision with whatever personal work you've resisted taking on (e.g., the cultivation of self-restraint, the unpacking of submerged desires, etc.), you are responsible for this pickle you're in, and please let this be your rock-bottom epiphany. It's rarely too late to turn a ship around… but if your ship needs turning, this is the time.
I just don't know how to turn it.