Cars have rear-view mirrors. Shouldn't we humans have eyes in the backs of our heads too? Ah, but we have other senses, such as hearing and smelling. And though experts have yet to fully name or define this, we all know that we are born blessed with a natural radar that somehow detects if someone is close by or even, in some cases, staring at us from a distance. You have, this weekend, nothing to worry about anything that is now behind you and every reason to feel enthusiastic about what lies directly ahead.


It is as if we have to keep a running check in our heads of all the promises we must keep and priorities that we should honour. If we allow ourselves to drift, if we get distracted, who will we let down? How will we fail? Yet the world, it seems, is out on a mission to divert our attention. It wants us to focus on this, think about that, take an interest in anything other than whatever really should be number one on our own agenda. Sometimes, that's welcome entertainment. Sometimes not. Regulate your own viewing this weekend.


Threats and promises. Do they really make the world go round? Couldn't we all just manage as well, if not better, with fewer threats and more promises? And even if there are times when it may be more appropriate to employ darker mechanisms for gaining people's attention, they should only ever be employed judiciously, with sensitivity and mercy. It seems, this weekend, that someone is saying something slightly sharp and scary. What's their motivation? Do they really deserve to be listened to?


If you don't pull on the oars, how will the boat ever cross the sea? If you don't stoke the engine, what will keep the train trundling down the track? Maybe, just maybe, if you drop back, the consequence will be constructive. Perhaps someone else will see that it is their turn to make a contribution. Perhaps another person will stop perpetually creating a mess that must be cleared up or a need that must be met. The world won't end if you are good to yourself, this weekend, but a brave new world may yet begin.


Once upon a time, celebrities had to be famous for something. A talent, a skill, an achievement of some kind. Those who were well known for less immediately obvious reasons, were considered to have acquired a degree of notoriety that, to some extent at least, devalued the currency of their fame. It is all a little different these days. Whether or not it is deserved or even desirable, it would appear that, in some quarters at least, you have lately developed a bit of a reputation. You don't have to confirm or refute it this weekend.


All good ecosystems depend on various organisms eating or beating one another. If tiny amoebae are at one end of the food chain, presumably we mighty humans are at the other. We don't, though, claim superiority purely on the strength of our digestive capabilities. It is our intelligence, surely, that entitles us to wear the crown of creation - although some dolphins would dispute that if they were only willing to come down to our level for the sake of an argument. Take a leaf out the cetacean book this weekend.


We all need to be nice to each other. And if we are already being nice, perhaps we need to be even nicer. People accomplish so much, they get so very far, they achieve so much positive progress, all by demonstrating a little kindness, tenderness and sympathy. And what reaction does nastiness ever produce but more nastiness? Can nastiness take advantage of niceness? Not if that niceness is nice enough! It is always the answer and it is never the question. This weekend, just trust that that's true.


A total of 7.2 billion. That's the number we were discussing yesterday, with regard to the number of humans now alive. We were questioning whether it was a correct calculation. But even if it were right yesterday, can it still be right today? Have there not, somewhere overnight, been some grand arrivals and some sad departures? The precise number may remain open to dispute but one fact is entirely inarguable. Every single one of those lives is precious. Is, was, and will always be. Yours included. Live it to the full this weekend.


When children get upset, they often get very upset indeed, much more dramatically than adults. Yet for all that they can flare up so powerfully, they can usually be soothed much more swiftly and smoothly. It seems as if, the older we get, the more we tend to hang on to our resentments and objections. If, this weekend, you feel you don't want to be quite as old as you fear you are getting these days, take a younger person's approach to problem solving. Be willing to find a diversion, a distraction or a new source of delight.


People who rise up against the authorities, are often described as insurgents; reckless trouble makers on a mission to wreak havoc, no matter who is harmed. Unless, that is, other people, in other places (or living in other times), find that they can sympathise with their cause and feel ill-disposed towards those oppressors. In which case, the rebels become heroes and the villains are those who relentlessly enforce the status quo. Take a broad view before you draw a distinction this weekend, between good and bad impulses?


Why are some of us so remarkably good at carrying out certain tasks, yet so hopelessly inefficient when we try to apply our minds to other challenges? Are our levels of aptitude and ability determined by natural talent? Or are they the result of diligent, effortful, endeavour? And when things go wrong, is it because we are out of our depth? Or because we have an emotional agenda (perhaps a secret, even from ourselves) that requires us to embark on an unconscious wrecking spree? This weekend, beware self-sabotage.


People in my profession are often accused of beating around the bush. 'Why,' we are asked, 'do you not give your prophecies in plain language so that the rest of us can understand?' But to the mystically minded and the shamanically inclined, it is screamingly obvious that we should never be so blunt or bold. Not only does this afford us some scant fig leaf of protection in the light of an occasional error, it prevents us from appearing partisan. This weekend, you too, can benefit greatly from being diplomatically vague.