angstoic.com Astrologer, Ang Stoic
You never quite know what tomorrow’s gonna bring. Except we do know that tomorrow’s Last Quarter Sadge Moon is dragging our Pisces-imbibed psyche into that borderline-hallucinatory space, testing whether your faith is all it’s cracked up to be or just a lofty pipedream. Yeah, you’re restless—fidgety as a flock of seagulls for grand escapades, mind half-dazzled by optimism yet too half-blind to face the cold, hard facts.
Oh, my dear fellow travellers, do you cling to those tainted rose-tinted illusions because they feel so damned good, or because facing real-world drudgery seems an abhorrently obscene bore? Doesn’t matter: for all your edgy attitudes and fearless wanderlust you might still charm the world around you, convinced that you’re perennially kissed by fortune—even if your sorry state (and bank balance) begs to differ.
Anyway, this Last Quarter hotlight (in 24 hours) sabre-rattles with Mars, now stationing near 17°
01′, checking that half-baked balance sheet, screaming: “Sort your life out, or watch your dreams fade to grey!”
Do you dare shape reality with some degree of discipline or maturity, or will you continue, like a child, drifting on hopes and hunches? Ok, no, sorry, nobody’s telling you to ditch your wild flights of fancy, or stop smoking that shit (whatever you’re taking), but understand—bridging the ethereal gap between fancy and fact might just spare you from a cosmic meltdown. Find your peeps, those with an unbreakable backbone and the fortitude to call it “as they sees it”, lean on them, but never let them water down your freakish originality.
Anyway, on tomorrow’s cosmic bus episode (usual time—live) we take a deep dive into next week’s Pisces New Moon—a total shape-shifter of a lunation squaring Jupiter in Gemini, stoking every ounce of ephemeral mania, big bad double-talk, and hype-laden Bellushi blusterfucks. We’ll rant about Faith (or the dead vacuum of it), Meaning (or the total absence thereof), and every groove and permutation in between. The world may appear in a frightful mess, but emerging out of it and into clarity is only a few bus stops away. If you want to get your spiritual shit together—or fling it against the wall to see what sticks—tune in. Time to hold your illusions to the fire. See you all tomorrow x
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