Why the monsters under your bed are actually just tiny, laughable parasites waiting for a high-powered vacuum
"Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." — Lord Acton
Twenty eight days that somehow felt like a decade long spiritual war.
Welcome to the end of February, that petty little month that always acts like it is doing you a favor by being short. Short my ass. I don’t know about you, but my nervous system feels like it got dragged behind a moving vehicle and then politely asked to be grateful for the growth, congratulations and greetings from inside the eclipse corridor.
We are wandering that liminal hallway between the Aquarius Solar Eclipse of February 17 and the Total Lunar Eclipse in Virgo on March 3. I see it as a fluorescent-lit hospital corridor at 3 a.m., life seems to be weirdly put on hold, time stretches and contorts, the vending machine hums like it knows your secrets. Nothing tastes right. You keep thinking you left something important in the last room, but when you go back, the room is gone.
And yes, this is bigger than mood swings and bad sleep.
On February 20 Saturn and Neptune fused at zero degrees Aries for the first time at this exact point since 1702. Let that sink in. The last time this ignition point hosted this particular handshake, powdered wigs were still a thing. This is tectonic. Structure and delusion, discipline and fantasy, reality and dream, all meeting at the spark plug of the zodiac. It is less gentle awakening, more cosmic defibrillator pressed to the chest of the collective. Clear.
Aquarius cracked the hospital ceiling open to let in the light, to expose things, to show us the world beyond still exists. Virgo is the head nurse, the morning shift. The one, who’ll actually figure out how to keep everyone safe and alive in this new mess of things.
The corridor’s plotline is exposure. The kind where the lights come on at the party and you see the sticky floor, the smeared mascara, the chewed up lips. Take a good look. I have said for years that eclipses drag our shadow monsters into the light. Here is the humiliating twist.
Half of them are not monsters.
They are dusty little thought-forms you have been feeding protein powder and paranoia. Tiny psychic parasites with a good PR team. Weak incel fascists with their own office in the White House.
When the light hits them, they do not roar. They shrivel. You feel a little stupid for building a shrine to them. Then you vacuum. Then you breathe.
While you are reorganizing your inner pantry, the global stage is doing whatever the hell this is. The last convulsions of power structures that were never designed to be ethical, only profitable. You can practically hear the wheezing. Empires with Botoxed faces insisting they are youthful while their foundations rot. And yes, the distractions are going to get theatrical.
When systems panic, they squeal and throw chairs. Expect noise. Expect spectacle.
As the Epstein noise becomes a permanent soundtrack of our times, expect the ultimate distraction. I am looking directly at the Uranus ingress into Gemini in April for this, but the seeds are here: they will probably announce the existence of extraterrestrials just to keep us from noticing the rot. A proverbial - or quite likely a literal - shiny otherworldly object waved in front of the public to keep everyone from noticing the quiet transfer of power happening in less visible rooms.
Still, this is not just about the world stage imploding like a cheap prop set. This week is personal. Annoyingly personal. It begins with a jolt to the places you thought were stable. Money. Security. The practical scaffolding. Something buzzes. Something shakes.
Midweek, Mercury stations retrograde and the order of things goes on strike. The rational voice that loves tidy forecasts starts glitching. You try to logic your way through it and the numbers slide off the page. The strange intuitive whisper you have been muting suddenly grabs a microphone.
The end of the week is where the lightning really strikes. We have a massive confrontation between the impulse to move and the structures that are trying to keep us trapped, coinciding with a fated meeting between our identity and our soul’s direction.
It’s a week of choosing whether you want to be a part of the debased zombies crew (they’re always recruiting) or if you’re brave enough to step into the "new cleaner order".
The invitation is not subtle..that’s the loving but harsh energy of Virgo coming to greet us at the end of the eclipse corridor, demanding you fucking drop the cosplay. Retire the outdated persona. Risk the future even if your voice shakes when you say what you want.
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If you’ve been here a while, you already know my eclipse rule.
Do not force it. No big spellwork. No manic manifesting sprees. No ripping your life apart in the name of transformation.
Eclipse season scrambles the signal. Decisions made in static tend to age badly. Clarity comes after, not during.
So instead of giving you a to do list, I made you something steadier HERE.
An audio tonic. A place to land when a personal or collective shock knocks you sideways. This guided meditation begins at the Aquarius Solar Eclipse, moves through the Saturn and Neptune conjunction, and sets you down at the Virgo Lunar Eclipse on March 3.
Come back to it whenever you need your footing again.
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Day by Day: The Steps Out Of The Corridor
February 23
Moon in Taurus Square Mars in Aquarius and Conjunct Uranus in Taurus
The week kicks off like a bulldozer tearing through what you thought was your peaceful little garden. Taurus usually just wants snacks, soft lighting, emotional stability that does not require any effort. Well, the sky says not today, boo. Today it feels like your “perfect” friend unlocking your door with their spare key, interrupting your Netflix and veg marathon, stepping over the pizza boxes and wordlessly chopping kale while scanning your messy living room like a museum exhibit of a failed civilization.. That is the vibe. High voltage. Nowhere to hide.
Comfort gets zapped. The part of you that clings to routine for dear life is suddenly aware that the routine might be the cage.
The last time this energy hit me, I got a surprise tax return that felt like salvation for about six minutes before our car made a sound like a prehistoric beast chewing metal and subsequently swallowed every cent of that damn tax return, I wept.... Annoying as hell. Also necessary somehow.
If you feel the itch to update to move your desk or to move to a different country, to dye your hair, pitch the idea you have been sitting on, pay attention. Just do not blow up your life for sport. Channel it. Make one bold, clean move instead of ten chaotic ones.
February 24
Moon in Gemini Trine Pluto in Aquarius,
Sextile Neptune & Saturn in Aries
By today, the electric buzz settles into a sharper, more investigative intelligence. This feels like willingly going to therapy - the process is still shitty and hard, but you participate because you realize it’s necessary for your survival.
This sounds to me like the moment you realize your friend group has become a collection of people who only reflect your past, not your future.. and maybe you decide to quietly mute the group, overhaul your wardrobe and feel renewed rather than waiting for someone to give you permission.
It’s a catharsis where subconscious patterns are cleared out like literal dust bunnies. Personally, you might finally recognize that your safe emotional schemes are actually a prison and as the trine harmonizes, you find the willpower to transform without the usual shock and horror.
February 25
Mercury retrograde in Pisces
Mercury stations retrograde today and the mental weather goes swampy, logic goes teenage emo, brain forever buffering. Mercury is in its fall here, which is astrology’s polite way of saying your inner analyst just wandered off into the fog without a map. Abducted by fairies. Believing both your dreams and your nightmares are out to get you.
Messages get weird. You reread a text three times and still cannot tell if it is friendly or passive aggressive. It is the cognitive equivalent of cold oatmeal. Technically still food. Not inspiring. Nauseating.
Good luck trying to have a clean, rational conversation right now as misunderstandings multiply & people hear what they fear you meant, not what you actually said. Sigh. Great.
Do not sign your life away today and for a couple of weeks to come. If someone is pitching you a dreamy condo you have not physically seen, pause. Don’t sign anything. Mercury in Pisces can sell you a castle that turns out to be a damp shoebox from Temu. The imagination is on steroids but facts are optional.
When the sky gets like this, the memo is simple. Stop forcing clarity through logic alone. Listen sideways. Your body will clock the red flag before your brain catches up. Tight chest. Sudden fatigue. Random irritation. That is data.
February 26
Moon in Cancer Square Saturn and Neptune in Aries
Today brings a deeply felt aspect that creates an almost unbearable tension between your need for emotional safety and the aggressive reset of the world . This is the vibe of screaming matches with your mother where you finally realize you can’t blame her anymore for the boundaries you refuse to set yourself (been there). It feels like being on a seesaw that is always tipping over to one end, leaving you unsupported and stressed.
This is the day where you might feel invisible to the world or unappreciated for your sacrifices, but that feeling belongs to a past you are finally being asked to shed. It is the death of what no longer carries your becoming. Practice sober witnessing and restraint & do not pick a side in the ideological war happening in your kitchen.
February 27
Sun Conjunct North Node in Pisces,
Mars in Aquarius Square Uranus in Taurus
Aaaaand here we go…
This is the main event. The one you pretend you are chill about but secretly know is going to rearrange something fundamental.
It’s a fucking Friday and you’re just about done with it all, but here comes Mars and Uranus crackling like someone kicked a live wire.
Sudden moves. Sudden truths. Sudden consequences.
Meanwhile the Sun slides up to the North Node in Pisces like destiny clearing its throat in the background. This is breakthrough meets breakdown and they share the same Uber.
Do not waste this energy on self righteousness. Nobody gets a medal for being technically correct while the structure is collapsing. The old systems are not wobbling, babes, this is not a ‘call an ambulance’ moment. What’s in front of you is beyond help. They are done. And you can scream at the rubble - be my guest, says the North Node, or you can step over it.
Globally, expect a full volume distraction. The circus gets louder. The theater is set on fire.
Personally, this can feel like realizing you have been holding your breath in a room you were always allowed to leave. The door was never locked. You just forgot. React from ego, or move from alignment.
One keeps you loud and stuck. The other changes everything quietly.
My weekly guidance continues just below. I crafted a detailed actionable day-by-day plan for each zodiac sign based on how this eclipse corridor finale of a week messes up (or blesses up?) with your Rising Sign’s astrological houses!
As per usual, in a zodiac-specific guidance, I’ll examine what this eclipse corridor is trimming from your narrative as it rewrites the script.
Begin with your Rising Sign. It maps the terrain of lived experience, where change becomes tangible and embodied. Your Sun Sign is still worth a peek too. That’s the main character energy, the ego and identity reacting to the plot twist.
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