TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Lately, it’s as if you’ve been riding a roller coaster on which you’re forbidden to scream. It’s as if you’ve been trying to suppress your laughter as you watch a series of the funniest stand-up comedians on the planet. It’s like you’ve been ordered to sit stiffly in a chair and keep your feet motionless while your favorite band plays the dance music you love best. I hope you won’t put up with this predicament any longer, Taurus. Either scream, laugh, and dance, or else escape any situation that’s keeping you clamped down.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): For a limited time only, you have cosmic permission to suck your thumb and drool freely and murmur “gaga” over and over again. More than that: You have a poetic license to spend expansive periods rocking back and forth while curled into the fetal position, either under the covers or on the beach, while singing little made-up songs about everything you love. The moment has arrived, in other words, to give yourself permission to melt into a pool of primal goo as you commune with the music of the spheres and tune in to the hymn of your deepest longings.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination,” wrote Anaïs Nin. “Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.” I share Nin’s perspective, Taurus; I know from experience how maddeningly slow the truth-gathering process can be. But I’m pleased to inform you that you’re in a phase when missing puzzle pieces will become available at a faster rate than usual. Be alert for the subtle onslaught.