“Cut Through the Noise”: The FULL MOON at 20°39′ Sagittarius, Wednesday, June 11, 2025, 07:44 UTC

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Greetings Fellow Travellers,

It’s perhaps rather arguable that twelve months of Jupiter in Gemini have turned our thinking into grazing. Snazzy podcast headlines, hot‑takes, fiery debates, dopamine pings, deleterious doomscrolls—an interminable deluge of data—and as much as they might fill our minds with thoughts and chatter, by the end of Jupiter’s run in its sign of detriment, we may have come to discover that none of it settles, none of it satisfies the soul. So, at the height of Gemini Season, as this Full Moon swings into Sagittarius, the mind snaps back to a single-pointed demand: pick a truth—something you can walk on, some principle by which to live your life. No sideshoots of sophistry, no sprouts of distraction. Just give me one clean trajectory I can travel by, damn it!

Too Much Information

It’s clear we’ve had it. The Sun in late Gemini is still salt‑and‑peppering facts across the sky, but the Moon, coming to full opposition, sees straight through the black-and-white noise. Mutable fire wants commitment—something with colour, something that strikes the little red dot at our heart centre. Something that rings relevant, trustworthy, and true.

So it floods the nervous system with a rush of overwhelming acuity. By the time this lunation culminates at 20º Sagittarius, Jupiter (ruler of Sag) will have edged into Cancer, its sign of exaltation. And immediately, every loose end starts to show up as a wave of nervous hesitation; each distraction becomes a noxious encumbrance to our ‘knowing’. We suddenly cease to ramble—or at least tune out those who do. Scrambling for more senseless information only raises the volume to an insufferable pitch. Gemini’s had its day. Show’s over. The way forward now is to focus on the one thing you know to be true. Nothing else will land, my friends.

Mitigating Forces

That choice to follow the heart’s calling happens inside a locked room called the fixed T‑square. Venus, now in Taurus, holds fast to material comforts—taste, touch, cash flow, tangible, reliable bodies. “Money talks and BS walks,” she says. Opposite her, Vesta in Scorpio burns a sacred flame, hot enough to cauterise any bond that fakes intimacy with cheesy word salad. Her only devotion is to what still feels, what still has the capacity to hurt for her, die for her. At odds with both is Pluto in Aquarius, ramming the square at right angles—a dark insurgent force of mass disconnection, hologram-like intimacy, and power coded in digital circuitry rather than flesh and blood. It’s the rise of the machine and its technocratic oligarchs.

Between these three, any pretence that the consumption (or excretion) of data equals connection begins to rot in real time.

We know this rot. It’s that bleak, hollow space where appetite and desire still flicker, but the delight—and the ability to feel truly satisfied—has died. A person keeps sampling lovers, protesting wars, donating to charities, chasing virtual quests—not because the heart is full, but because nothing lands. Is it hedonism? Is it nihilism? No. It’s just boredom. We’re just bored—divinely bored. Desire drifts, wholly untethered, cut loose from story, soul, and consequence.

Under this Full Moon, the question becomes stridently clear: in a world that provides us with a million amusements on demand, why do we feel so little? Pluto answers bluntly: because stimulation without meaning drains the marrow of our being. It taxes the very source of all vitality in our lives. And hollow people, with empty little hearts and no real purpose to live, are easy to herd, especially by digital governance.

Shift in the Airwaves

As we said, Jupiter, tired of Gemini’s lip service to morality, now slides into Cancer—hollow-eyed, ravenous for something it can actually feel—only to smash headlong into the Saturn–Neptune fusion in early Aries. The paradox here: Jupiter wants belonging that feeds the bones, but the grimly lugubrious Saturn–Neptune is dismantling every ready-made script, every known role. Whatever the institution—be it church, government, university, influencer cult—looks like it’s all lost its pacifying grip on the narrative we swore by. Who’s gonna hold it together for us now?

When ‘their’ stories are full of holes, ‘their’ rules don’t hold, the hierarchy’s wobbling, and the faith they sell no longer tastes like hope. All we’re left with is habit-hunger. We keep nibbling comfort food that doesn’t nourish us, replaying nostalgia that no longer draws even a whimper.

Is it time to go it alone? At least for a little while??

Pluto in Aquarius watches this square like a digital debt collector, ready to tap directly into our online accounts. Its algorithm scans the system for anything that doesn’t add up, demanding full accountability. Jupiter sits awkwardly at quincunx to this utterly heartless Pluto. The usual arrangement—rich benefactor hands out goodies, grateful crowd applauds—breaks down. The power broker feels exposed; the nurturer feels exploited. “Kind” gestures from on high turn sour, glossy façades crack, and every sentimental promise reveals its hidden bill. Perhaps it’s time to evolve toward a new, more humanitarian kind of give‑and‑take.

I know—it’s complex. These are deeply messed-up times. Massive things, like entire continental plates, are shifting all at once. When every system you’ve relied on seems shaky, you begin to wonder where your life and livelihood are really invested. Do you continue the old charade, or are you ready to step into something new?

So What Has to End?

First: the illusion that more input will eventually morph into wisdom.

Second: the transactional generosity that buys gratitude instead of intimacy—every favour given to keep someone small, every philanthropic gesture performed to sweeten that stench of self-disgust.

Third: the compulsion to treat our bodies and relationships as props in a gamified feed.

These forms of empty excess have reached their use‑by date. The longer we keep them, the more they sour everything else.

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As Wednesday approaches, stand under this Moon and you’ll feel the split. One part of you wants yet another distraction. The other part is already pulling toward a new frontier. The arrow is nocked. Choose the target.
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