Monday October 6, 2025
– Full Moon Phase – step out, take action, breaking away, expression
– Moon in ARIES –
– Retrogrades –
- Pluto – May 4th – Oct 13th
- Neptune – Jul 4th – Dec 10th
- Saturn – Jul 13th – Nov 28th
- Chiron – Jul 30th – Jan 2nd
– Best Days (from the Farmer’s Almanac) – Oct 6th – 7th – Cut Hair to Slow Growth, Dry Fruits and Vegetables, Kill Plant Pests, Mow to Slow Growth, Perform Demolition, Pick Apples and Pears, Quit Smoking, Slaughter, Start Diet to Lose Weight, Wash Wooden Floors
– Planting Calendar (from the Farmer’s Almanac) – Oct 6th – 7th – Barren days, do no planting
– Sabian Symbol for the Solar-Lunar Year: – 11 ARIES: the ruler of a nation
– Aspect of the Aeon Sophia: (Wisdom): – Kali – The Destroyer
– Aspect of the Aeon Thelete: (Will/Desire): Kathe (God of The South)
– Sabian Symbol for the Solar-Lunar Month
– New Moon in VIRGO – SUN/MOON – 01 VIRGO: in a portrait, the best of a man’s features and traits are idealized (EARTH – 01 PISCES: a crowded public marketplace) –
– Second New Moon in VIRGO – SUN/MOON – SUN/MOON – 30 VIRGO: having an urgent task to complete, a man doesn’t look to any distractions (EARTH – 30 PISCES: a majestic rock formation resembling a face is idealized by a boy who takes it up as his ideal of greatness, and as he grows up, begins to look like it)
SUN – 14 LIBRA: in the heat of noon a man takes a siesta
EARTH – 14 ARIES: a serpent coiling near a man and a woman
Happy Monday! Your pain may become the source of your strength. Face it. Brave it. You will make it!
I am a little obsessed with pain right now. Mostly because I am feeling it intensely. I will be undergoing a knee replacement in a couple days. I was ordered to stop taking Ibuprofen (I have been taking it 3x per day for the last 10 years). Something about it thinning my blood.
But now I can feel all the minor aches and pains that the anti inflammatories have been hiding for the last few years.
Well in 3 more days, that will be over and I will feel a much deeper and haunting pain for a while. Wish me luck. And ice.
I read another little story this morning and wanted to share it. I do not know if there is any truth to it, but it made me smile.
It’s not really about pain. Nothing seemingly to do about the Full Moon. But it is a reminder to pay attention. And that there may be unexpected rewards when you do. Hope you enjoy it.
For three Thursdays in a row, something peculiar happened to me on my walk to work. I’d be trudging along, coffee in hand, mentally preparing for the day, when a man on a bicycle would glide past.
He wasn’t just any man. He was impeccably dressed in a vibrant, mismatched suit—think a purple blazer with green trousers. And as he passed, without slowing down, he would call out a single, hyper-specific compliment.
The first time, it was: “Astounding posture! You carry the weight of the world with remarkable spinal integrity!”
He was gone before I could even process it. I spent the rest of the day standing a little taller.
The second Thursday, I saw him coming. He locked eyes with me for a fraction of a second and declared: “A truly formidable coffee-cup grip! Unwavering!”
I looked down at my hand. I did, in fact, have a very secure hold on my latte.
The third time, I was ready. I saw the flash of color turning the corner. My heart beat a little faster. What would it be today? He cycled past, his voice clear as a bell: “Exquisite rhythm in your walking gait! A metronome of purpose!”
And he was gone.
I was, by now, completely invested. Who was this man? Why was he doing this? He wasn’t flirting—the compliments were too bizarre, too clinical, and he never stopped. He was like a wildlife commentator praising the unique traits of a passing animal.
I started to notice a pattern. He wasn’t just targeting me. I saw him do it to others. He told a construction worker he had a “commanding and efficient whistle.” He told a woman waiting for a bus that her “sigh contained multitudes.” He was a Compliment Guerrilla, launching precision strikes of positivity before vanishing into the urban jungle.
Last Thursday, I saw him chain his bike up outside a nondescript office building. My curiosity got the better of me. I followed him inside, pretending to be on a phone call.
He walked into a small, dimly lit office with a frosted glass door. The plaque on the wall read: “Bureau of Overlooked Virtues – Appointments Encouraged, Walk-Ins Welcomed.”
I pushed the door open. The man was sitting behind a desk, typing on an old typewriter. He looked up, not at all surprised to see me.
“Ah,” he said. “The metronome. I wondered if you’d stop by.”
“What… is this?” I asked, gesturing to the office.
He smiled warmly. “It’s a regulatory body. We’ve identified a critical deficit in the recognition of minor, non-monetizable skills. The steadfast way someone holds an umbrella. The patience exhibited while a slow dog sniffs a lamppost. These are the virtues that hold society together, and they are going entirely unacknowledged.”
“My job,” he continued, “is field work. I gather data and distribute commendations. Would you like to file a report?”
He slid a form across the desk. It had fields like: “Observed Subject,” “Time/Location,” and “Virtue in Question (Please Be Specific).”
I stood there, stunned. Then I thought of my barista, who always places the cup lid on with a perfect, satisfying click. I thought of the security guard in my building who has a uniquely graceful way of pointing people toward the elevator.
I sat down and filled out three forms.
Now, I’m a field agent. I don’t have a bike or a colorful suit yet, but I have a notepad. Yesterday, I told a stranger at the park that I admired the “authoritative yet compassionate way you threw that stick for your dog.”
The look of confusion, followed by a slow-dawning, genuine smile, was better than any thank you.
The world is full of invisible experts, masters of tiny, perfect things. My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to see them. And to tell them.
Keep your ears open. You might get a commendation.