...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.

Excerpt: "...social groups, online cliques, communities, collective agendas—they’re not safe havens right now. They’re war zones dressed up as group chats. Watch for sabotage masquerading as solidarity. And with the Moon in your twelfth, the betrayal might not be obvious at first. It simmers. It haunts. It waits like a prowling poisoner in the night, stalling for the moment where light becomes eclipsed to do its dirty deeds where you least suspect."

Excerpt: It’s the ache of being needed but not seen. Or worse, of being seen only for your seemingly abundant resources—your calm, your stability, your taste—but not your rage, your dreams, your wishes and prayers. This eclipse dredges all that...."