Taurus (April 20-May 20): For your birthday, I'm giving you way too much. (You deserve it.) First of all, you have my permission to blame everything on me until May 22. I'm also arranging for you to receive several lovely dispensations, including a broken trance, more breathing room, cheaper thrills, a new freedom song, and a wilder heart. (It may take up to 13 weeks for delivery to be completed.) Finally, I promise you the chance to experience global warming in your pants sometime in the next three weeks.
Gemini (May 21-June 20): I've never quite gotten over the trauma of being fired from my job as a janitor a few years back. Something about that failure is always there in the back of my heart, quietly eating away at my confidence. And yet I have to admit I'm glad it's there. It keeps me honest. It serves as a reality check whenever I'm tempted to believe I'm better than other people, whenever I fantasize that I deserve to have my own private set of rules. I bring up this story from my own life to point out that one of your memories of defeat could be of great value to you now.
Cancer (June 21-July 22): Have you ever wondered where the hell everyone is when you need them, anyway? Surprise -- they're all here now, ready to serve you in ways they've never quite been able to manage before. Some of these gift-givers will require your active encouragement to proceed. This is especially true of penitents who'd like to atone for their past lack of sensitivity. In conclusion, Cancerian, do yourself and everyone else a favor: Summon the courage to ask for what you need with lucid, graceful candor.
Leo (July 23-Aug. 22): You know you can walk on water, and I know you can walk on water. But I'm afraid it's been too long since your last splashy performance. Your skills have atrophied a little; your ballsy gall isn't up to the levels necessary for you to pull off the miracle. Therefore, I strongly recommend that you brush up on the fine points of water-walking in private before meeting your appointment with the spotlight.
Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): So have you got your plane ticket for Bali yet? Or did you decide to opt for Rio de Janeiro or Marrakesh instead? Say what? You have no plans at all to escape to one of the world's most festive playgrounds?! I'm aghast. I'm amazed. Most of all, I'm worried. You simply must put a pleasurable pilgrimage way up near the top of your priority list, Virgo. If nothing else, at least promise me that you'll buy a bunch of old National Geographics at a yard sale and use them to infect yourself with a travel bug.
Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): This would be a great time to return vast tracts of North American land to the people from whom it was stolen. Even a few good-faith gestures would prove to be a healing boon to our collective karma -- say the Black Hills of South Dakota back to the Lakota, Maine to the Passamaquoddy Penobscot, and the St. Lawrence to the Mohawk. Coincidentally, it would also be a perfect astrological moment for you Libras to pay homage to anyone who helped put you where you are today. See if you can dream up some very concrete blessings that will express your gratitude for the past's gifts. Compose a prayer that acknowledges the vast web of resources that has conspired to shape the glorious creation which is you.
Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Last February, I advised you Scorpios to uncork and release your hermetically sealed pain. In response, Scorpio reader Danae Nirano complained. "I do not like to 'release,' " she said. "I always feel like crap after I do. My pain is easier to bear and control if I keep it buried deep inside, out of reach, and don't give it any energy." I sympathize with Danae's approach. But it's my duty to inform her (and you) that though it may work in the short run, it wreaks hell over the long haul. Repressed suffering will always rise up and bite you in the ass sooner or later. I'm bringing up this sore subject again, Scorpio, because another big window of opportunity has arrived. You can and should stick your head into it and unleash your angst-ridden testimonials.
Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): Hey Speedy. Hey Ultrasonic. I hate to tell you this, but you're looking more and more like a hasty-headed maniac. You seem to be suffering from the illusion that you have the power to outwit time. But I've got news for you, Spitfire. What you're doing right now is sort of like trying to hurry a pregnancy. Did you ever hear the saying "You can't create a baby in one month by putting nine women on the job"? S-L-O-W D-O-W-N, Quick-Draw, and let nature do its job.
Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): A reader, Robin Pastorio-Newman, sent in a manifesto about the love she's in quest of. Since you Capricorns are in a ripe phase for redefining what you want from amour, I'm printing Robin's testimony for your inspiration. "I want brave love, now and forever -- love that demands courage and creates it. I want love that inspires me and my lover and everyone around us, love that's beautiful and makes all things beautiful. The kind of love I want is peaceful and passionate, stormy and harboring. It heals and protects, motivates and mobilizes. I want love that draws humor like lightning, and offers room to grow and change and age. I want love that will pay our karmic debts and leave a few dollars left over. And it wouldn't hurt if he or she can cook, too."
Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): I hope you monitor your dreams, Aquarius, because this week's crop will provide the finest home entertainment since you successfully stormed the ice cream castle with the army of 10,000 flying cocker spaniels. There'll be a King Kong-size mommy who vacuums your filthy magic carpet. There'll be a saintly real estate developer who converts an ugly parking lot back into a hallowed Indian burial ground. And there'll be a Buddhist fairy godmother who turns a few loaves and fishes into enough grub to feed the hundreds of dreamworkers who're rebuilding your dreamhome.
Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20): Why settle for gut-rotting moonshine when you might be able to wangle a heart-awakening tonic? Why eat crow when you are still not sure what exactly your just desserts will be? The near future is rife with sudden reversals, my friend -- most of which will be in your favor. If I had to give you one rule to live by in the coming weeks, it would be this: Don't be too sure you know what's going to happen next. I mean, why suck up cheap black market thrills when wholesome, reasonably priced highs are almost within reach?