Gustave Moreau “Lady Macbeth”

Calling all Slytherins, Merry Pranksters, all hallows and hallowèd: Mars has entered the inky waters and Wuthering Heights of Scorpio, his nocturnal rousing place, where he has home-court advantage. It’s a real Thriller, a Samhain Spectacular, and a time for dancing with the dead; for devilry, revelry, dungeons, and dragons. We are pitched into a Kubrick-esque landscape, at once panoramic and claustrophobic, simultaneously hypnotic and jarring; sending our six senses to work—turned on, for better or for worse. So knives out—sharpen them on the whetstone. Bare the fangs, and the incisors; and cackle, scream or moan from the deep throat, as the god of guts has his way with you.

Note that, while Mars is empowered in Scorpio, he will also be tied up with Saturn and Uranus, whose ongoing square has been rearing its ugly head throughout this year in the besieged fixed signs. During this next six weeks, we may confront our relationship to blood, to honor, to pressure, to morality, and to the Animus. We peer behind the veil, and face whatever peers back. We duck, and duel, behind doors, plumb the psyche, and seek erotic encounters. We penetrate—in the desire to stress test the tensile strength of reality, and to attain ultimate, naked truth. Mars has transitioned, Libra’s light is now only a tiny flicker, and we go Back to Black.