Star Struck Style

Mars goes direct in just a few hours. After backtracking into Scorpio about a month ago, the red planet will finally be back on the move. Still, it’s going to be a while before it gains some momentum and makes it back into Sagittarius: about five weeks, to be exact. I’m going to have to wait until early September before it actually moves out of my second house where all this retrograde action has been occurring.

The second house rules over possessions. A few posts back I mentioned that I really need to stop spending money before I make it. I’ve got enough stuff! What I really should do is find a way to divest myself of some of the junk in my house. Maybe I’ll have a garage sale! I do have the first week of September off work. Holding a garage sale at that time would allow me to close this brief chapter of my life with a little money in my hands.

The last time I had a garage sale, I was genuinely surprised by how much money I made — especially the money I made from selling old clothing. I’ve got some things that I never wear that someone is going to want, including a Versace tie with a Medusa head on it, just like the sculpture of Mars in the photo above. Mars wears Versace? It’s weird that I found that photo. It’s like the universe is telling me to get rid of some crap. Maybe I should grow a beard, too. Or maybe not . . .

Anyway, until Mars really gets moving in a couple of weeks, the advice I suggested a few posts back is still worth heeding. It’s a good time to sit back and shut up while the people who can’t shut up destroy themselves with their own words and deeds. The sun in Cancer can inspire some of you to seek control when it’s probably a better time to relinquish power. With Mars colliding with Saturn in late August, the so-called “visionaries” you’ve allowed to run the show will get what’s coming to them.

And if you can’t resist the universe’s call-to-action, just remember that there is usually only one man standing at the end of the battle. If there’s one thing you can learn from Mars, it’s that. Mark my words.