COSMIC HOROSCOPES

Excerpt: "... it's time to notice how your language is becoming fiercely more cutting, decision-making more absolute, pushing you toward confrontations with truths you've been deferring, perhaps avoiding for years. Words spoken now carry lacerating consequences. Actions generate heavy momentum. Silence becomes difficult to maintain. The challenge is exercising restraint with intention—authority expressed without reflection hardens into tyranny..."

Excerpt: “...Instinct, thought, action collapse into a single current. Words aspire to become orders. Ideas want to become plans. Restraint feels artificial. The drive to speak, act, declare, and move is visceral. Anger hones itself into decisive strikes. Courage takes on new for here. This configuration gives you the stamina to fight uphill battles and the authority to command attention, yet it also raises the stakes...”

Excerpt: “... this can feel like an argument you have been delaying for way too long, finally reaching its final insult. A respected teacher loses their shine. A trusted institution shows its underbelly. A sacred doctrine you used to not just tolerate, but revered starts sounding like a script written to keep people compliant, stupid and tired. You may feel the urge to speak plainly, to draw a line, to stop playing along, to stop nodding respectfully while your gut does the opposite. Taurus has a long fuse. Mars and Mercury light it at the business end....”

Excerpt: "...The intensity comes from the company this New Moon keeps. Mercury and Mars sit close, tight enough to weld thought to action and language to consequence. That combination can produce acerbically surgical speech and shrewdly decisive movement, especially when you have reached the limits of what you will take. It can also produce rashness, clipped tempers, icy disputes, and the particular Gemini habit of turning a serious feeling into a harsh declaration, then acting all shocked when the room falls silent. In the eighth house, words carry real weight because they change agreements. They alter trust. They shift power very dramatically. .."

Excerpt: "... either this bond feeds you or it drains you, either it respects your freedom or it tries to buy it, sell you short, and either it grows up into something alive or it dies in ways that you are somehow a contributing participant. The same goes for the larger scheme. The bigger picture taking form in the world currently makes this moment feel epically historical rather than merely a personal vexation, and this is where your nervous system starts reading the room like some approaching spell of inclement weather..."

Excerpt: "...become impeccable where it counts, behind the puffed up veneer, in the daily grind, the hard work and discipline nobody gets to see, let alone applaud. Your dignity depends on earning that discipline. Your health depends on it. Your relationship with all and sundry will reflect it. The world is entering a period where decentralisation, disruption, and mistrust...."

Excerpt: "You may feel a growing intolerance for any degree of vagueness at home, for unspoken expectations, for the way you have conveniently allowed the past to keep setting the terms of the present. Ask yourself something simple but brutal. Where has your private life been shaped by fear of consequence and public scrutiny rather than sheer love of life?..."

Excerpt: "...One part of you holds the supreme estimation that you’re solid, capable, built for any crisis. Another part suspects you’re an impostor held together by momentum and clever use of slick phraseology. A bit of Dr Goebbels propaganda-merchandology. With that kind of internal split, it makes sense that you’d look outward for the verdict, for someone else’s affection, approval, or outrage to tell you who you are and whether you matter. The problem is that the world has become a terrible mirror..."

Excerpt: "...Being Virgo, you tend to treat romance, pleasure, even flirtation like it's some sort of suspicious substance. You’ll work hard, you’ll master the craft, you’ll carry the weight, you’ll fix what’s broken, you’ll organise what other people leave scattered, then you’ll look at joy as though it needs a permission slip stamped by the Department of Respectability. This Capricorn New Moon drags that whole arrangement into the light,..."

Excerpt: "...choose the future you will build, do it with a precision that scares the part of you that still wants to be liked, still wants to be needed, still wants to be the emotionally fluent one who can hold everyone’s chaos. That part of you is tired. It has been carrying a decade of collective confusion on its back. It cannot continue...."

Excerpt:"…If you want to live free, you will have to work earnestly to build that freedom. If you want to speak truth, you must have to live by truth. If you want security, you will have to earn it through correct use rather than hoarding or greedily holding onto what's rightfully not yours...."

Excerpt: “...Privately, you might be hauling around a lot of residual baggage, then talking yourself into the idea that it belongs to the era rather than to you to handle. Is that responsibility dodging? Is it buck-passing? Is it a survival tactic that has started running your life? Whatever label fits....”

Excerpt: "....So here you are. Cancer in the first wants to bolster up your body armour, show them how tough you are given your volatile nature, your moods, your touchiness, your inimitable need for privacy, your pace, your entire emotional ecosystem. Capricorn in the seventh demands some seriously adult relating, without any schmaltzy sentimentality. Love must have structure. Care must have boundaries. Intimacy must have agreements, timetables. Sex has to be expected. It's the duty. On top of this, the cost of closeness must be met without manipulation..."

Excerpt: "...So here’s the straight ending. The voracious, somewhat soulless social machine will never love you back; it will only manage you through material rewards and punishments, and it will chew you up and spit you out the second you stop being useful. This Full Moon is the moment you notice the horrendous trade-off you’ve been making: public belonging in exchange for private aliveness. Your fix is not to make a dramatic exit or a scorched-earth manifesto. Relax. All it's going to take is a choice that sets the bounds on how you will move forward: you set the terms of..."

Excerpt: "... if you’re harbouring resentments, illusions, or fears, they’re likely to bubble up uninvited. You may have dreams or random flashes of insight that reveal how you’ve been sabotaging yourself. Instead of panicking, look at these revelations as an ally."

Excerpt: "...This Full Moon hits like a double exposure: yeah, that's your face in the mirror, but it's someone else's hands on the frame. Capricorn has already lived on as a long project, a slow construction-deconstruction scheme, an ultimate collapse of competence, dignity, credibility, expertise and now, at the turn of the year, the pressure to appear solid and upstanding becomes almost unbearable because the body is tired and the world is through with those hard-on performances anyway..."

Excerpt: "...At core, this Full Moon exposes a tension so simple it's embarrassing: you want closeness without confiscation. Support without lapsing into feelings of humiliation. To be desired without being managed, and to desire without feeling owned by what you want. These are ordinary human needs, not character flaws—though you've been treating them as weaknesses to be overcome rather than truths to be accommodated..."

Excerpt: "...You know this. You have lived this. You have watched relationships become cold because you could not stop micro-managing every aspect of them. You've watched people either pull away or die slowly inside because your bright insight felt like the most imposing state of surveillance. You have watched trust erode because your need for certainty made others feel like suspects rather than partners. So what is this lunation actually doing?..."

and this is where the confrontation bites you on the arse. Capricorn in the fifth makes joy conditional. Pleasure has got to be earned, dammit! Creativity has to be conducted in neat, respectable little sessions, like taking postcurricular painting lessons together. Romance has to make hard-nosed, practical sense. Play feels suspicious, childish, indulgent, like you'll pay for it later

Excerpt: "... When the Capricorn Sun crosses these degrees with Venus and Mars in tow, it presses on that old circuitry. You feel the reflex to self-audit, self-edit, self-censor. You feel the urge to clamp down and create order so you can finally relax. Except the clamp-down prevents relaxation, because the nervous system cannot settle in a house that feels like a courtroom. And here is the part where I hand you your arse (with love, of course):..."

Excerpt: "...That's the gritty truth of this lunation: let your guard down just enough to address what you’ve been denying, and you’ll come out the other side with deeper emotional resources, stronger alliances, and a willingness to own both your power and your limitations."

Excerpt: "..This Full Moon exposes the gap between how quickly your mind can reframe a situation and how slowly your body trusts that it's actually safe. You can talk yourself into "it's fine." You can joke your way through discomfort. You can dart into options and possibilities. But Cancer in the second wants proof, not spin.... "

Excerpt: "... the tension is clear. Cancer in the third says keep it safe, keep it familiar, keep it emotionally intelligible, protect the nervous system from judgement and coldness. The Capricorn stellium in your ninth demands that you grow up, define your worldview, accept that coherence carries responsibility, and accept that the world is bigger than the local story you learned to trust..."

Excerpt: "...A familiar coping style rises: working harder, tightening standards, becoming more formidable, polishing the armour until it shines. It works, up to a point. It also reproduces the problem, because it keeps moving you away from the inner, fourth-house work. You can win every public argument and still feel unheld in your own home..."

Excerpt: "…So. A New Moon in your own sign. In your first house. At the very last degree. There's no hiding from this one. When the lunation falls here, the question isn't "what's happening out there?" It's "who the hell am I now?"... And you've been asking that a lot lately, haven't you?..."

Excerpt: ".....something dissolved it. The goalposts shifted. The community fractured or revealed itself as a mirage. The cause you championed turned out to be riddled with contradictions you couldn't unsee. Your own values kept shapeshifting, making it impossible to plant a flag anywhere without feeling like a fraud ...."

Excerpt: "...maintaining faith — in yourself, in the long arc, in the whole point of it all — hasn’t been some simple “try harder” problem. You’ve experienced stretches of real inspiration, heartfelt conviction, proper tenth-house mutable heat, where you could see the line and walk it; then something would come along and pull the scaffolding out from under you. The vision would blur, the industry would reveal its uglier incentives, and your nervous system would start throwing up its hands like, "I’m not putting on this performance anymore."..."

Excerpt: "...how much of what you've been calling "staying informed" is actually a slow-acting poison? The doomscrolling. The compulsive need to metabolise every terrible development as if understanding it somehow constitutes action. .... Has your mind become a skip for the world's junk? And have you convinced yourself that clearing it out would be irresponsible — when really, it might be the only sane thing left to do?..."

Excerpt: "...You've become verbosely fluent in the language of depth, of meaning, of soul-level truth. And because you're Gemini, because language is your native element, you've been able to articulate these sophistries and borrowed wisdoms so beautifully that people believed you. Some of them followed you, took the bait, hook, line and sinker..."

Excerpt: “…The intention worth setting here isn't ambitious in the way the world measures ambition. It's something more reserved. A decision that the next version of your life will be built around what actually sustains you, not just what you can sustain. A willingness to disappoint a few ghosts — the internalised critics, the family voices, the part of yourself that still believes rest is laziness — in service of something truer...”

Excerpt: "...What if you let the room sit with the awkward silence instead of filling it with euphemisms? What if you said the true thing before you'd figured out how to make it palatable? What if your words matched your actual capacity, and the gap between what you promise and what you can deliver finally closed — even if that meant promising less, offering less, being less endlessly accommodating?..."

Excerpt: "...The loyalty that defined you was real. You meant it. But loyalty that only flows one way does not constitute a bond. It's a drain. And this New Moon is asking whether you're ready to find out which of your relationships can survive by remaining mutually beneficial. Some will. Some won't. The ones that don't were already over — they were just waiting for you to keep paying while they worked out their exit. For you, the moment of truth is always brutal..."

Excerpt: "...You still need a fight worth having. A horizon worth moving toward. But the opponent this year isn't "them". It isn't the system or the cowards or the idiots. They're all cooked, nothing for you to worry about. The real opponent is the part of you that would rather burn out chasing a story than slow down enough to feel what's actually true...."

Excerpt: "....You overshoot, underprice, throw generosity around like you're trying to prove something. To whom? What exactly are you trying to demonstrate with all this lavish, unreciprocated giving? That you're not like the ones who withheld from you? That you're above keeping score? That you're so bloody evolved you don't need something as grubby as fair exchange? How's that working out for you??..."

Excerpt: ".... If you don't clean house now, that conjunction won't feel like an awakening. It'll feel like the collapse of every story you've built your identity around. You have roughly 6-12 months (if that) to get honest about who owns what, who owes what, and what you've been pretending...."

Excerpt: "...The meaning you're looking for may not reside somewhere out there in a grand philosophical revelation. Rather, it's here, in the silky texture of your ordinary days. In the way you move through your hours. In the boundaries you set and the ones you honour. In the moment you choose to stop working and actually be present with someone. In the meal you make with attention instead of obligation. And so what if you only have yourself to cook for sometimes? You don't need to solve the world's problems. You don't need to feed the world. You need to stop living like you have to...."

Excerpt: "....you talk, convincingly, about principles, freedom, self-worth and sovereignty, but you are still secretly hooked into messy, two-faced eighth-house bargains for money, sex, power, and survival mechanisms that you pretend you don’t need. You insist you know your value, yet your half-life runs on arrangements where that value is quietly exploited. You speak of transformation, loyalty, ride-or-die commitment, yet you remain tied to people who would happily let you take the fall as long as the machinery keeps turning..... "

Excerpt: “....You do not need to nuke every group chat and torch every bridge. But you do need to start treating access to you as a finite resource. Keep the few who have shown up consistently, especially when it cost them something socially to do so. Keep the ones who have held your real mess, not just your highlight reel. Let the rest drift. Let some of them turn openly hostile; better a declared enemy than a smiling consumer of your precious creative life force.....”

Excerpt: “....Certain circles prefer you when you echo the party line without deviation. The more you try to keep everyone happy by being infinitely nuanced, the more each side reads that as evasiveness, opportunism, or cowardice. The damage here is not just external. Internally, you start to believe that without an audience or a controversy to spar with, you have no centre at all....”

Excerpt: "...So what does this Full Moon actually demand? It asks you to call it, say it out loud and clear, the principles that will govern your life from here forward. None of your airy ideals that sound good in conversation, but practical truths you're prepared to lose people over. Where you stand when your social circle fractures along tribal lines......"

Excerpt: ".... here's where it gets properly uncomfortable: whilst you're drowning in the pools of your own narcissistic self-mythologisements, the Gemini Moon rises in your seventh house like the merciless fabled "mirror-mirror". Here's where you see every partner, rival, collaborator, and random stranger you've collected manifest into a walking referendum on your authenticity....."

Excerpt: "....You built your entire identity on being the adult in the room. That 'adulthood' now means submitting yourself to the same rigorous standard you apply to everyone else, not just in theory but in the next practical task, the next reply, the next small promise you either honour or don’t.... "

Excerpt: "....you need to stop beating yourself up and own what you’re actually doing with people’s hearts. You know exactly who would drop everything if you snapped your fingers, who stays up watching your stories, who’s staring at a screen waiting for replies you don’t send, who keeps forgiving you when you disappear the second something more interesting comes along. If you’re serious about being authentic, that’s where it starts...."

Excerpt: "...your fourth house simply wants to know that we're not dealing with metaphors. It literally wants to know when you're coming home, to yourself, to your family... or will you keep haunting other people's lives while your own life remains suspended in some beautifully distant abstraction?..."

Excerpt: "....Someone in your lineage thought parroting lofty ideas was more important than presence. Someone taught you that home was a concept to be debated rather than a body to return to. A place where you can rest your weary mind. You absorbed their restlessness..."

Excerpt: ".....this is the back corridor of the psyche, the place you stuff everything you cannot process in real time. Under Gemini, that space is noisy. Not mental illness, but seriously two, three, five internal voices running at once. Haunted by half-remembered conversations, rumours, leaks, hints, subtle humiliations and betrayals, all swirling in there like a permanent group chat you can’t mute...."

Excerpt: "....The Full Moon cross-intersects this axis and makes the conflict undeniable: you cannot keep pretending that you can live in a porous, interdependent world whilst clinging to a fantasy of immaculate, isolated Taurean principle that you have control over every variable. You're about to discover the fallacy in holding such beliefs, and you might even come to like it.....”

Excerpt: “...Just take a breath before you go charging on your next moral crusade. Perhaps reflect on the indignation you're feeling. Nobody's telling you to shut up. You're just being nudged to grow up. Decide which truths you're prepared to live by, not merely shout out from the rooftops. Remember, it's wise to choose the hill you die on carefully. Decide which bonds deserve your blunt loyalty, and which "alliances" were just trauma clubs with better branding.....”

Excerpt: "...The more you try to control the narrative, the more others tend to go radically off-script, often doing things that defy the natural flow of the affair. Even people you thought were predictable are now improvising like feral jazz musicians: leaving abruptly, arriving unannounced, confessing the strangest of things, exploding, dissociating. Contracts wobble under this Hades Moon, partnerships glitch, unexpected attractions or brutal break-ups crack open the carefully constructed façade. It's not that everyone's turned on you..."

Excerpt: "... from somewhere, deep within the cockles of your heart—the sub-sub-cockles—the real you steps outside, lights a cigarette, and watches this polished, impassioned creature holding court as if the universe appointed them its ordained messenger. And in that quiet, smoky distance, you can see it clearly: the preacher you rely on to make the dark, existential chaos more intelligible is just you, dressed suspiciously like an actor who's forgotten they're wearing a costume, putting on a show...."

Excerpt: "You might find yourself questioning the true nature of authority—how you wield it and how it is exercised over you. Situations may arise that expose hidden agendas or manipulative dynamics within your workplace or public engagements. This is not merely a test but an opportunity to..."

Excerpt: "... scenes play out in conference rooms, group chats, planning committees, social gatherings where someone's child or lover behaves "inappropriately" and suddenly everyone sees the scaffolding. Someone finally calls out the manipulation that everyone pretends not to notice. Screenshots surface revealing the two-faced nature of supposed allies. A funding decision exposes the actual values beneath the mission statement. In each scene, the Scorpio cluster poses the same question: who accumulates power here, and at whose expense?..."

Excerpt: "...you're discovering that your world-famous optimism might be the most elaborately crafted interpretation of all. Or was it all a misinterpretation? Never mind. The memories surfacing now, courtesy of Mercury's backstage pass into Scorpio arrive with their emotional charge intact. Conversations replay with devastating new clarity—suddenly you hear the condescension you missed, the betrayal disguised as concern..."

Excerpt: "...You're noticing, perhaps for the first time, how you've commodified your own magnetism. If you stop being endlessly fascinating, perpetually available, aesthetically irreproachable, emotionally competent beyond means and measure, will anyone still find you valuable? You hussy! Do you wonder whether, if you raise your rates, literally or metaphorically, the room might empty?..."

Excerpt: "...the truth you're excavating from your own mental archives carries exactly that quality—liberating but also infuriating, in equal measure. Especially when you realise how much of your so-called clarity has just been high-functioning anxiety dressed up in a lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses. Nerd-sexy, maybe, but ugh.. perfunctory and likely to lead to messy situations..."

Excerpt: "...When your career or reputation unexpectedly mutates without permission, the fury travels downward, through the floorboards, into your kitchen, your bedroom, into cellular memories of your parents' house, into ancient resentment towards whoever first made you feel unsafe in what should have been sanctuary. And then, heaven's forbid... you make everyone around you pay for it....."

Excerpt: "...This Scorpio New Moon marks the moment when joy, faith, and belonging all submit to the same ruthless criterion: if it doesn't smell honest, you leave. Not gradually. Not with a long explanatory email. Not after one more attempt to fix it. You just leave, and let the people who've been dining out on your emotional labour figure out their own fucking dinner plans..."

Excerpt: "...The Scorpio New Moon offers visibility. Brutal, fluorescent, unforgiving transparency into exactly how your mind works. Every casual “I’ll sort it”, every midnight struggle-session where you tried to outrun the avalanche by pulling an all-nighter, every moment you smiled whilst swallowing bitterness, every time you became the designated adult in a room full of people perfectly capable of handling their own mess — all of it is being unceremoniously dragged out in the open for inspection...."

Excerpt: "...This is the final warning. Uranus has slipped back into your sign until April 2026, and if you haven't learned the lesson by then—if you're still sitting on your hands, sacrificing aliveness for stability, still trading authenticity for approval, still making yourself smaller so someone else can feel bigger—then these next few months are going to be profoundly uncomfortable..."

Excerpt: "...You've given yourself absolutely in certain moments, withheld yourself absolutely in others. You've taken lovers as allies, hostages, battlefield medics, ammunition. Yet these are not necessarily your friends. In time, you will either deplete them to the point of exhaustion or they will turn against you. This New Moon offers neither disgust nor absolution..."

Excerpt: "....Do you dare to speak the unspeakable? Call out exactly what you know, even if it risks destroying you? And if it means leaving the safe haven, the pretty garden of your own inherited thoughtscape behind, then walk yourself out through the thorns. You’ve got two feet, and one chance to walk your truth all the way home...."

Excerpt: "...You can feel it dislodging the old co-ordinates of meaning, shaking free every ontology that ever comforted you — philosophy, psychology, art theory, politics — all rendered provisional. Uranus has stripped away the easy rebel narratives; Neptune has dissolved the metaphysical glue; Pluto has cracked open the substructure of power beneath them. The result is that thinking itself no longer feels like home...."

Excerpt: "...The problem is that your 5th-house playroom has become a showroom. A museum. The Taurus Moon rules a chamber of inner delight, physicality, and self-expression—but in your hands, even pleasure becomes a project to optimise, to preserve, a schedule to conquer, a graph that boasts your return on investments...."

Excerpt: "....you'll sense the old sixth-house twitch still lingering: the instinct to fix, to do, to prove. But now the task is relational, not mechanical. You can no longer repair what’s breaking by working harder. So much has evolved in that sector of your life that the circuitry of intimacy and collaboration demands full rewiring, not maintenance...."

Excerpt: "...at what cost do you keep paying for your own suspicion? The Sun in your sign floods the room with voltage, but this Moon, exalted in fixed earth, couldn't care less about your weirdo, trauma-laden mystique. It demands hard evidence—time, touch, consistency—given without coercion. Can you speak your need without turning desire into a siege or some obsessive game where winner must take all?..."

Excerpt: "...the Full Moon lights up control where intimacy should be, possession where trust should be, and addiction where devotion pretended to live. The fixed sign standoff leaves little wiggle room. If you’ve used pandering, aversion, beauty and charms as collateral, if you’ve let “we” become the euphemism for “you, but controlled,” this is where the lock snaps and the vault air turns cold..."

Excerpt: "...that’s the real story here. The Full Moon opens the ninth house of faith, judgement, conviction—and does it in the most inert, unbudging sign of all. This is Taurus, exalted Moon: the part of you that clings to what feels good and proven, even when it’s long outgrown its usefulness. It’s where you dig in your heels because to admit movement would mean admitting you were wrong—or worse, that you never actually believed anything strongly enough to take a risk..."

Excerpt: "...Don’t mistake this for a prelude to failure—it’s the unmasking of a very specific fraud: the belief that you’re entitled to exercise moral, aesthetic, or professional power without ever submitting to the ruthless audit of your own origin story. Who the hell are you, really? And what divine patent do you imagine grants you such singular applause?..."

Excerpt: "....You have to know this. All those cloying, rose‑tinted nostalgisms you keep clutching, like a rosary of good intentions, are nothing more than sentimental taxidermy—dead-end feelings dressed up as faded legacies. The old dad joke routine, the rubber-band pack of blurry polaroids, the high‑school loyalty pacts written in your yearbooks; none of that makes you tender and lovable, they just make you come off sad, crusty, and late. Anciently late...."

Excerpt: "...though you may be left inside the tunnel, forced to listen to every part of yourself you've tried to keep on mute, if you want to survive that wave, you must pull the plug now—on the schedules, the scripts, the systems that stopped regulating you and started regulating your silence. Because next month, everything blows wide open...."

Excerpt: "... Whilst your sense of security about who you are is heightened under the exalted Moon’s luminance, you also feel the pernicious, invasive, sometimes destructive force of others’ expectations—those who want access, who want intimacy, who want a version of you that they can hold or alter or even punish for being unchangeable...."

Excerpt: "... if something inside you starts growling this week, it’s because the body doesn’t lie. You can’t be free to offer anything—not love, not money, not help—if you can’t first establish what’s actually yours, and in that sense what of yours is overflowing to the point where you are willing to share it. But Scorpio hates boundaries, can be extremely violating at times..."

Excerpt: "...Forget the optics — this affects your ongoing legacy. If you think you can blow up a relationship and walk away clean, ask yourself how long before that debris hits something you care about. If you keep mistaking severance for self-respect, independence for irrelevance, you may find the world moves on without you — not out of malice, but because your refusal to yield made you obsolete..."

Excerpt: "...All lunations are critical. But this lunation screams of making a quiet, inner revolution— a new set of terms you enforce even when no one’s expecting it. No more "I'm working on" what never changes. Enough with the bullshit jobs and daily routines, which amount to nothing more than mere virtue-signalling while making you sadder, draining your joy..."

Excerpt: "...unless you’ve got a solid relationship with the person you are when no one’s watching, every romance, every friendship, every splash of creative effort gets murky. It becomes about approval, keeping the crowd happy, performing “free-spiritedness” while secretly terrified that someone might see the cracks......"

Excerpt: "...Neptune, freshly curled around the Aries Point, keeps that fog thick. Your spiritual beliefs, your need to be “the good one,” the hope that kindness can still redeem the lie — all of it conspiring to keep you unclear. But this Moon is the finger of god, pointed at you, sick to death of faking "peace on earth". You know you can’t optimise this. You can’t soothe it. You either own the fracture, or it owns you...."

Excerpt: "...This New Moon presses you to ask whether your ideas — the ones you pass around like hors d’oeuvres at a soirée— actually connect to anything anchored in your body, your will, your life. Do you actually believe what you say? Or are you saying what people want to hear so you don’t lose your seat at the table? Enough with the people-pleasing, and you know it...."

Excerpt: "... Maybe you finally say what you think about the “partnership” that’s really an invoice in disguise. Maybe you admit that a fair split doesn’t feel fair anymore. Your words will hit harder than you expect, so use them as scalpels, not machetes. But don’t hold them back. This lunation demands financial and emotional honesty, especially about who profits from your labour, time, and grace...."

Excerpt: "...The temptation is still strong to dress your pain in etiquette, to digest your rage privately, quietly, until it smooths into something palatable. But Chiron and Eris opposing this New Moon from Aries — your nemesis sign — aren’t here for your grace. They want a confession: about how much you’ve resented the very people you’ve tried to save..."

Excerpt: "...the system you built at home or within your private alliances is no longer sustainable under the pressure of concealment. That could mean family truth-telling, inheritance disputes, partners confronting your absence. It’s the machinery of your life grinding until you decide what’s real and what is subterfuge. You cannot hide behind pretensions and eloquent misrepresentations. Either you rebuild the structure from transparency, or the structure collapses and rebuilds you in a classic case of self-undoing..."