angstoic.com Astrologer, Ang Stoic
The rot starts and ends with the lies you tell yourself. You had your chance to come clean. When this day is through, only those who held the line will be spared the quiet self-disgust that greets the rest.
The second you prioritise your own bullshit over what’s actually real, you lose the ability to recognise truth anywhere. Self-deception doesn’t just fuck with your judgment—it guts your entire sense of self-respect. And once that’s gone, the fall shouldn’t come as any surprise. Just look at the champions of delusion, their pathetic slide into petty grudges, performative outrage, and whatever cheap distractions keep them from seeing the hideous monsters they’ve become.
Utter rot.
Gangrene of the soul.
There’s a reason grifters and the self-deluded always act the most “offended”. Their offence is homespun narcissistic theatre—a fantasy wound they concoct to dodge the real injury, the one they’re secretly busy inflicting on themselves. They blow up minor slights into full-blown catastrophes because performing outraged indignation is easier than admitting they’ve built their entire world on convenient lies. It’s the mark of the psychopath. And once that pattern locks in—lying to yourself, lying to everyone else, confusing indignation with integrity—what follows is the corrosive path of hostility, isolation, and a kind of spiritual savagery dressed up as righteous anger.
If yesterday’s New Moon showed us anything, it’s who around us has made a pact with the dark side—who’s effectively consigned themselves to mete out satanic shillery, trading truth for whatever twisted currency keeps their delusional bubble afloat.
This anaretic Sun doesn’t give a fuck about your performance. It cuts straight through your Machiavellian tactics. If you’ve been running from a truth you refused to face at any point this past month, this is where it runs you down. And if you’re actually brave—not merely feigning bravery, but genuinely willing to break bad—you’ll quit the theatrics and deal with the wound.
In a few hours, the Sun moves into Sagittarius, lagging behind Mars like there’s unfinished business between them. Venus follows on December 1st, though none of them actually meet until they converge in a rare triple conjunction at 19º Capricorn on January 9th—directly opposite Jupiter, caught in the crossfire of a T-square with the final Chiron/Eris conjunction. Mark it now as a day of judgment, when all the consequences of our collective bullshitology hit in full force.
Now get set for some fireworks.
Now’s the time to bust out some of those intentions…
