Welcome MERCURY in Leo, where the mind-god will bother us with his breezy bouquets of braggadicullo for nothing less than 9 weeks. Yeah, that’s right—you heard it loud and clear: 9 FULL WEEKS OF TRUMPETEERING, since we’re going all retrograde in just under three weeks (July 18).
First stop, though, is in a few hours, when the Über-Sprachmeister opposes PLUTO, and you can almost smell the dread of transparency and disclosure already. Not just because the intensity of our thinking fans paranoia, suspicion, and intrigue, but because of the absolute radioactive residue left behind in our conversations. That awful feeling—a kind of menacing resentment—you know the kind—where you wish the conversation never happened because it’s just left you several layers more exposed, looms heavy. Words are weapons. They strip the pretence. Excoriate any performative relationship with their abrasive ‘honesty’.
Regrets? You might have a few. (Try to keep ’em minimal.)
And what’s more, Mercury’s currently in a fire trine to a stationing Saturn/Neptune in Aries—meaning what gets said now adds to the intellectual narcissism currently masquerading as depth. Nothing spells out false humility than the resounding voice of grandiosity. Delusion bolstered by intricate levels of gilded scaffolding. It might sound intelligent, authoritative, but it’s more smoke and self-soothing than strategy or substance; mythologised levels of procrastination packaged up as profundity.

One thing worth examining in this sea of digital opinions, awash with podcasts and live streams, is how our language is drifting into a quasi-spiritual, collectivist rebellion that conveniently bypasses the need to confront our own mediocrity head-on.
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Let others decide if you’re great. If there’s something truly exceptional about you, it will speak for itself— through your work, your discipline, your presence. You can’t demand acclaim. You earn it by the integrity of your actions. And the world sees those. Character isn’t implied in your language; it’s explicit in everything you do.
If we don’t course-correct soon—by owning these frustrations, rebuilding self-trust through daily discipline, and cutting through the victim-based epithets, the poetic fog—we risk becoming the tragic archetype of our own damned catastrophe. (☿ △ ♄/♆)
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Always you are the hammer hitting the nail. Brilliantly awful and liberating news.
Thankyou for your
depth and dynamite..
I m getting back my swearing abilities. It’s downright kinda funny, the look on the assumed faces id always be there pink and pretty ..
Bhavani