There’s a new moon, solar eclipse in Scorpio on 25 October (in both Europe and the US). Whenever I start to get a little scared of eclipses, I feel like a cavewoman hiding out because the sun has disappeared, which must mean that we all angered God. It will start raining fire any moment, now. O, the baleful rays!

Something about eclipses bring out a primal physiologically psychological response in me. It’s not dissimilar to the scrambling feeling that I get whenever the sun is setting, whether it’s while I’m camping or not. There’s an anticipation.

As I wrote in next week’s horoscopes, bees stop buzzing during a total solar eclipse. The sun disappears, and the buzzing stops. Are we more conscious than bees? Depends on who you ask.

I am in the middle of an ongoing spiritual crisis, moving towards a full relinquishment of prognostication. I really don’t know how that will look for me, or for my audience. There’s going to be an eclipse. I don’t know what else to say, or what else is appropriate to say.

Am I going to explicitly say that I am an entertainer, not a prophet? I suppose that’s how I’ve been read, as a horoscope columnist, this whole time. But I do believe that astrology is divine knowledge, and deserves to be handled with extreme care and humility.

That being said, I want to try to take it easy around this, or any eclipse. In my personal life, and in my work as an electional astrologer, I don’t plan anything too important on an eclipse. But life happens, and I let it.