By next Friday’s first-quarter Moon in Hades-ruled Scorpio the throttle will already be welded to the bulkhead. Collective momentum slams us hard into an uncompromising checkpoint, where the intoxicated growl of Leo's overblown swagger smashes hard against Scorpio's subterranean hunger for total possession....

Leo, the storyteller, insists on controlling the narrative of one’s own kingdom—whether personal, dynastic, tribal, national, or ideological—a sovereignty we would never dream of compromising, one we would sooner consign the world to ashes than allow to be extinguished...

Excerpt: "...old perverted secrets, layers of trans‑generational shame, the shapeless dread of being exposed that pushes you to over‑perform acts of heroic altruism in daylight. The god of the dead opposing this New Moon seeks to expose, excoriate and renew, cynically eyeing off every bright intention to serve and be of service for hairline cracks in integrity..."