The heavens, in short, are throwing a tantrum of operatic proportions. Mortals caught in this stellar soap opera might do well to channel the chaos—take a deep breath, perhaps wrestle those buried fears into submission, or pour that restless energy into a bold project, like painting a mural or finally telling that nosy neighbor to mind their own orbit. Whatever you do, resist the urge to make snap decisions for the universe, in its current mood, is less a wise guide and more a committee meeting spiraling into glorious disarray.
Why? In a celestial spat that could rattle the steadiest of star charts, Pluto, that moody cosmic loner, locks horns with the Moon, which is brooding in Scorpio’s inky depths. Mars, ever the cosmic hooligan, jabs at Pluto’s temper while tossing a spark to add to the heat of the Sun. The Sun in Aries, which bristles with such fiery bravado it could inspire you to bench-press your insecurities or challenge a lamppost to a duel.