Mercury, the astrological trickster is doing hand stands with the virgin trump of the tarot this evening and she is flashing him her panties and they aren’t tight whities, but thongs. For the more stoic astrologically inclined this means that the virgin is momentarily a whore seducing the backwards moving trickster. But then again, we all know how good girls love bad boys. And so, as confusion reigns in the skies, the virgin is enjoying a moment of naughtiness with the bad boy, even though she expects to get burned … the fire is irresistibly hot and she has an excuse to melt, so she melts like butter.
This is a time for miscommunication to be resolved through unexpected embraces and fiery make up sex that will be denied but not forgotten because the virgin can claim that she lost her head. The Earth will move at the command of a message written in code. As portrayed by Molly Ringwald and Judd Nelson in John Hughes’ THE BREAKFAST CLUB. Mercury will most likely leave with a diamond earring to remember her by. And what does this mean for us mere mortals? Unlikely elements will converge and can only be survived with a sense of open minded fun and daring. Even if the solutions are only temporary, they will be the stuff that dreams are made of. Lessons learned in during this unusual cosmic tryst are guaranteed to last a lifetime, even if the catalytic elements never meet again or acknowledge their mutual attraction among polite planetary company.
Regardless, the soundtrack that triggers this memory will always be, “Don’t You Forget About Me.”