Leo

There is a joke going around among some of my friends that "Leo" is really supposed to be spelled "Meo." However, you're entering that strange time of year when your glowing self-consciousness and divine egocentricity disappear into the peculiar void known as the 12th house, where there's no "I" or "Me," and whatever is left of "you" identifies strongly with the *collective self,* the one mind that is all of us. Everyone goes through this one month a year, but it can be particularly unnerving for the most self-aware sign of the horoscope. Particularly this year, you may feel like you have no choice but to surrender every shred of who you thought you were more completely than you ever imagined possible, right before the lights suddenly flicker on and you're a reborn babe. See you then.