Sure... plenty of fire, plenty of noise, but the verdicts are coming from somewhere more stealthy, mysterious as fuck, like nuclear-powered submarines during a full-blown missile crisis...

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...

When the Pluto-ruled Moon joins the Sun-Mercury conjunction, something dangerously unhinged occurs. The emotional underworld stops cooperating and starts issuing demands. You feel it in your bones before you can actually put words to it: something’s gonna turn nasty… there’s a drop in the barometric pressure of the soul, a psychic fissure splitting the hours wide open. The body knows something irreversible is being decided. A bad moon rising only negates, never negotiates....