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..."