There’s been a tense, internal quiver, as if someone rammed an icepick through the forehead of your preconceived notions of stability. Taurus wants safety, comfort, predictable outcomes. Uranus is the mad professor who storms in with a cosmic alarm clock, forcing you up at 3 a.m. from dreams you never knew you had, pushing you to see that your so-called “security” might have been one giant illusion all along.

So it's not just that the Full Moon has us all up in a tizzy over what's right and wrong with everything and everybody, the Mercury/Mars conjunction, now visible in the predawn skies, opens up all kinds of wounds, especially as it squares off with the Aries North Node and Chiron...

How can a Full Moon feel so empty, you ask?