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“We must here make a clear distinction between belief and faith, because, in general practice, belief has come to mean a state of mind which is almost the opposite of faith.” ~ A.Watts
On 7 September 2025, the world will witness the longest total lunar eclipse since 2022—a deep blood moon that opens this month’s dramatic pair of eclipses. Totality will last for 1 hour and 22 minutes, part of a five-and-a-half-hour sequence, and will be visible across Australia, Asia, Africa, and Europe. Nearly 85% of humanity falls under its shadow, making this one of the most widely accessible lunar spectacles of the decade.
Greetings, Fellow Travellers,
Wow, what a perplexing time to be alive! Few could deny that our world is in an existential mess, and this lunar eclipse in Pisces magnifies that state of affairs—thinning the fabric of certainty, dissolving the lines we once trusted to define our reality, and sweeping us into its rippletide of emotion, where the only true compass is the raw ache of being present. Everywhere, there is the sensation that cultural tides are shifting, ethnic boundaries are fading,and it is becoming harder to define who belongs where, not only now but, perhaps, if it ever truly was otherwise.
Saturn’s retrograde back to the anaretic degree of Pisces only lends weight to such an existential quandary, materialising this eclipse phenomenon with greater gravity, making its shadow feel not merely symbolic but excruciatingly tangible, almost pressing against the psyche. It lends the spectacle a stern, ominous undertone, as if the heavens themselves were insisting that the endings, dissolutions, and reckonings associated with Pisces cannot be escaped but must be borne, accepted and integrated. The blood moon, already ominous in appearance, acquires heft and consequence under Saturn’s slow retreat, underscoring that what is ending here has lasting karmic significance. Here, the Pisces Moon—who needs only faith—is eclipsed by the Virgo Sun, who demands every receipt, every line item in perfect order. Their clash is not abstract but visceral: wild belief meets curated monitoring, trust meets scrutiny, and the tension between surrender and accountability grows impossible to ignore.
Neptune, too, ruler of Pisces, now retrograding at the Aries Point—the very hinge of the World Axis—augurs a dissolving of boundaries that is neither quiet nor private but collectively staged. What might otherwise remain nebulous in the background now spills into the open, seeping into headlines, institutions, and mass consciousness alike. Illusions unravel, myths unravel, and the blurred line between fact and fabrication becomes a defining feature of the moment. Under Neptune’s sway here, reality itself appears entirely porous, leaving us suspended between vision and disillusion, compelled to ask whose dream we are inhabiting and whose story is being erased.
Being a North Node eclipse, with a magnitude of 1.362, this moment in history marks a profoundly fated turning point, with implications that are anything but fleeting. The events, both personal and geopolitical, leading up to it—and those yet to unfold—make it damned clear that we are in the midst of a monumental shift in trajectory, not a passing moment. The Virgo Sun, with all its solar force intent on keeping systems intact, ordered, and accountable, now struggles to hold any logical coherence against the dissolving tide of the eclipsed Piscean Moon. After a prolonged period of Saturn and Neptune hovering in near-conjunction just inside Aries, our capacity to distinguish reality from projection, structure from smoke, has thinned to the point of exhaustion. Many feel that their grip on reality’s been trashed, trammelled, transformed. This eclipse, stressed by an OOB Pluto, exposes a number of cavities in the power structure, where control is affray and where surrender becomes not a choice but an inevitability.
“The believer will open his mind to the truth on condition that it fits in with his preconceived ideas and wishes. Faith, on the other hand, is an unreserved opening of the mind to the truth, whatever it may turn out to be. Faith has no preconceptions; it is a plunge into the unknown. Belief clings, but faith lets go. In this sense of the word, faith is the essential virtue of science, and likewise of any religion that is not self-deception.” ~ Alan Watts
Was it all just a dream?
Does it ever occur to you that you might be living in a constructed reality? A world which, no matter how hard you dig to make sense of, has felt cleverly curated, stage-managed, smoothed over so the real seams never show? Where the moment a trail of evidence starts to look plausible, it quickly vaporises into thin air, or worse, is quietly scrubbed from existence by an invisible dark hand. We’re told this is the age of the “free flow of information,” yet what appears to be flowing here is only what serves the architects of this world stage are secretly conspiring. Yet those seemingly in power appear to be on tentative ground.
Patterns keep surfacing; individuals with immense wealth seem to appear from out of nowhere, consolidating insane power without scrutiny, stories erased before they can even congeal into testimonial memory. Are you tired of investigations stalling, witnesses mysteriously disappearing, journalists being silenced, congressmen bought and co-opted by lobby groups, and facts being obscured by heavily distorting PR campaigns and legal smokescreens? Have you noticed how anyone asking basic, rational questions is swiftly caricatured as unhinged, dismissed, ridiculed as a raving lunatic, or buried under a morass of scandal before their point can make any impact? We have become afraid to call a spade a spade lest it grate on someone’s sensitivities, not merely risk offence but stamp us with the scarlet letters of bigotry or conspiracy. It’s a perfect mechanism: if the game is rigged, the whistle-blower must always be cast as the deranged outsider, clutching a manifesto scrawled with resignation and disgust.
What emerges is not a grand conspiracy in the cartoonish sense but something colder, more banal: a ‘just out of reach’ managed reality—an entire machinery devoted to choreographing what we see, hear, and believe. With the rise of AI, the slip-ups, the sudden transfers of wealth during crises, the revolving doors between regulators and the regulated, the endless “cover-ups” that flare as headlines only to dissolve into silence—all are accelerating glimpses of how fragile the illusion really is, and how swiftly it can be tightened into total control. You notice it, and you notice too that proof itself has been fenced off, sanitised, redacted into obscurity. Events are swept beneath the rug almost as soon as they occur, right before your eyes, in broad daylight.
Now add the sky’s divine timing device—a total lunar eclipse at 15°22 Pisces, conjoined with the North Node at 18°20—and the symbolism of this epic event reveals itself with startling clarity in our consciousness here below. When Earth’s shadow engulfs the Moon in a deep red hue, the theatre lights cut for a beat; you don’t see less, you see differently. Totality does more than merely darken the room; it exposes the heavy rigging, the overhead catwalks, the underfoot cables that make the spectacle go. A Piscean eclipse floods the scene with what institutions can’t quantify: lucid dream-content, psychic ‘knowingness’, seeping leaks, widespread empathy, contagion, the cruel sea itself. At the North Node end, the collective appetite tilts toward these watery vectors, toward revelation by saturation, while the Virgo end of the axis, the realm of exactingly thorough audits, methodically followed protocols, chain-of-custody and neat conclusions, suffers brownouts. The management layer, so good at polishing the lens, finds itself dealing with an inordinately swelling tide of emotions rather than carefully contrived optics.
Reality’ Shifts
This is why, in the weeks around and following such an eclipse, reality feels mushy at the edges yet sharper in the middle. Hospitals, prisons, asylums, ashrams, charities, churchhalls, ports, pipelines, data reservoirs… anything that stores bodies, souls, fluids or spiritual information can become the stage where the quiet hand slips, a back-room memo leaks, where an intake system creaks, where a shipping lane or oilfield misbehaves, where a set of numbers long thought reliable starts returning absurd anomalies. Not everything collapses; plenty will surge in the opposite direction. A wave of genuine compassion has the power to sweep a policy change into being. A single artwork, song, film or communal rite can cut through fog more cleanly than any neatly staged press conference. The whole point is that the gatekeepers don’t get to curate the tide. In the coming weeks, months, the questions and disbelief will swell into a collective surge, no longer scattered or private but gathering force as they accrete into something undeniable. A water trine to this lunation from Jupiter propounds this wave of intuitive ‘knowingness’.
Individually, the same physics apply. If you’ve kept your world intact by keeping all the receipts and perfecting the numbers on your spreadsheets, you may find the cells refusing to behave logically. Sleep deepens, dreams turn instructional, your tolerance for the rigmarole of society’s performative order wears thin, and the body insists on escaping into periods of quiet time your strict work calendar did not permit. Whether through illness, depression, apathy, exhaustion or willful design, you might decide to drop out a little. Conversely, you might catch yourself over-reaching for old Virgo strategies— clean up the house, the yard, the inbox, tighten the job criteria, attend to the myriad of life’s endless minutiae, extrude all feeling out of the room—only to discover that the more effort you apply, the more it misfires right now. Rather than expediting collapse, this eclipse proffers greater permeability. There’s no shame in not meeting the roster now. No shame in failing to follow dumb orders. Let what’s been suppressed surface: the intuition you distrusted, the grief you delayed, the art you abandoned because it didn’t “facilitate,” the conversation you avoided because it wouldn’t fit neatly into the stupid meeting’s minutes surges through. Spiritual self-defence, yes; denial of duty, no. The signal is underneath the formatting.
Uranus, newly in Gemini, is set to rewire the entire circuitry of our networks—media, transport, currency, communication—so information travels laterally, slipping past traditional gatekeepers at speeds they cannot contain. Somehow, we know that pretty soon, one day, our bullshit jobs will be redundant. The broad trine from Jupiter in Cancer to this eclipse amplifies humanitarian sentiment, ancestral memory, and the drive to secure food, water, and shelter; yet its swelling tide is hampered by Mars in Libra squaring it, a clash that politicises ethics themselves, transforming ‘fairness’ into propaganda for mobilising forces to suit the narrative. This combo is the signature of principles conscripted into battle—where regulation tilts more toward martial law, and where subjectified morality is invoked less as a compass than as a cudgel.
Sliding Doors
Because the eclipse sits on the mutable axis, outcomes unfold gradually rather than escalate dramatically. We can expect deviously hidden adjustments, subdued reversals, discrete disclosures and sly backroom deals—the kind of things that begin as rumour, gather proof in out-of-the-way places, and then, without fanfare, become blaringly obvious. The housekeeping that follows must also be taken into account: backups that should have existed but didn’t, protocols and laws rewritten after a “one-in-a-hundred-year” incident happens twice in six months, decision-makers suddenly interested in ethics once the tide carries the private listings into public view. You’ve seen this pattern before; eclipses work in families, and they rhyme across nineteen-year intervals. Memory returns wearing a new costume.
The last time we had a lunar eclipse at 15° Pisces was in September 2006. The world stage then was marked by the fallout of Israel’s war with Hezbollah, Iraq was sinking deeper into chaos, Putin was consolidating his hold on Russia, and China was stepping into its steep economic ascent. Those years were the first unmistakable hints that US regional hegemony was fraying, as Russia and China began to align with Iran, North Korea, and even India in ways that would later harden into today’s new eastern and south-eastern blocs. The cosmic rhyme is unmistakable: what once unfolded tentatively now declares itself in full view, the background cultural manoeuvring erupting into a fierce open contest—its spoils destined for whichever power can somehow seize and hold the stage.
So, for those who remember, ask yourself: what was stirring in your life around September 2006? Where did you cling to control when letting go would have served you better—and how is that same struggle resurfacing now, under a very different sky?
The “Letting Go” is the hardest bit…
As the eclipse cuts the lights, the planets mark their cues. An out-of-bounds Pluto in Aquarius until late November pushes collective power beyond restraint, correlating with sudden surges of revolutionary crowd force that can emancipate in the morning and cancel by nightfall. Saturn slips back further into Pisces, pulling institutional rulebooks into the sea, where accountability dissolves and already blurred boundaries must be redrawn as spiritual rather than bureaucratic work. Neptune, also Rx on the World Axis, continues to blur the lines between image and mobilisation: propaganda dresses as revelation, glamourised horseshit as holy war. It’s no good trying to make sense just to partake. You’ll either choose to tune in or drop out, but it most likely will not come from a rational place, no matter how hard you reckon that the math adds up.
Read this eclipse, then, as the scheduled blackout in a carefully stage-managed theatre. For a few crucial minutes, the programme will halt, the audience will start to murmur, and our eyes will soon adjust to a darker, truer register. In that register, the sacred choreography begins to manifest. On the collective stage, we can expect water and spirit to force the agenda; expect the custodians of order to try to explain “temporary anomalies” while improvising to install ridiculously over-calculated “fixes”; we can expect art, song, satirical comedy to do what press releases can’t. In the personal sphere, give the swelling tide somewhere to go—keep journalling, compose your masterpiece, pray/meditate/chant, walk by real water, clean one drawer or cupboard leisurely rather than try to reorganise your entire life in one day— let the cavalcade of revelations hit you ‘tween the eyes, unvarnished and raw. Allow, forgive, accept. The management of this convoluted reality depends only on your blind, unquestioning complicity—not your faith; this eclipse breaks that contract by forcing your night vision to widen your aperture of perception. Here’s how we will read all of that… cleanly, usefully… through the lens of an empowering horoscope for each sign.
ARIES: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
TAURUS: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
GEMINI: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
CANCER: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
LEO: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
VIRGO: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
LIBRA: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
SCORPIO: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
SAGITTARIUS: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
CAPRICORN: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
AQUARIUS: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
PISCES: Pisces Lunar Eclipse Reading
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