"Youth rebellion is a world wide phenomenon that has not been seen before in history... Millions of young people all over the world are fed up with shallow unworthy authority running on a platform of bullshit." —William S. Burroughs
On July 24, 2025, the cosmos is plugging in a faulty amp and handing you the mic. The powerhouse Leo New Moon tune up to deafening 2 degrees, crackling with feedback and raw, untamed potential. The vibe is pure, uncut main character energy.
That glorious, feral desire to be seen, to be heard, and to let your magnificent, messy heart bleed all over the stage.
The energy is cinematic, dramatic, and it demands your full, undivided attention. It's a call to reconnect with the wild, playful joy of your inner kid, the one who painted on the walls (with poop?) and knew their own brilliance before the world told them to quiet down & go wash their hands. And butts.
The players on this cosmic stage are a band of beautiful misfits. In the center, under a single, buzzing spotlight, you have the Sun and Moon in Leo—the lead singer, all heart and guts, demanding to be adored. Staring them down from across the room is Pluto, retrograde in Aquarius, the shadowy promoter in the back, representing the immense, often terrifying power of the collective, the system, and the digital mob.
And just to make things interesting, Mercury is spinning backward in Leo, the trickster roadie who’s rewired the whole soundboard, guaranteeing that whatever you scream into the mic will come out distorted, forcing a review of your lyrics in real-time, in front of everyone.
But this isn't just a recipe for chaos. There’s a strange, stabilizing rhythm section holding it down: the New Moon gets a supportive nod from Saturn and Neptune in fiery Aries and a quick, clever wink from Uranus in Gemini.
This means that whatever breaks, whatever new noise you make, has a chance to stick, to be communicated, to become the new anthem.
It’s built like a perfect punk rock song. The core of it is a simple, powerful, heart-driven chord progression…that’s the Leo New Moon, direct and full of passion. But that pure signal is deliberately warped by the screech of feedback and distortion - a gritty, lo-fi production value that makes it real. That’s Mercury Retrograde, disrupting the clean signal to make you listen harder. And this whole sonic assault is laid over a deep, rumbling bassline of social commentary and resistance aka the opposition to Pluto in Aquarius, forcing a confrontation with the machine, with power itself.
So, to work with this energy isn’t about finding some serene, harmonic balance. It’s about leaning into the noise. It's about embracing what some might call an "aesthetic of badness".
The glitches, the power struggles, the feedback loops—they aren’t flaws in the performance. They are the performance. The static is the signal.
The Feral Heart of Leo Season: A Guide to Radical Authenticity and Inner Magic
This Leo Season brings a potent cosmic alignment, challenging us to reconcile our individual, sovereign hearts with the overwhelming forces of the collective (hello US of A, are you still there? Where is that fucking client list, huh?), while simultaneously urging an inward review of our creative expression.
It's a showdown between your unique light and the deep, subterranean architecture of society, coupled with a cosmic backspin of retrogrades, that strips away polish to reveal the raw, unfiltered truth of who you are and what you truly want to scream.
It might manifest as power struggles, fear of rejection or a crisis of ego, pushing you to question the source of your brilliance.
I myself feel deeply disenfranchised on this Leo Moon. I’m a triple Leo (Sun, Mercury, and Mars) turning forty this season, but I’m spending it completely untethered. A last-minute gig in another country (one I couldn't financially refuse) has left me without my husband, my cats, or the safety of my own world. I have no time off, no space, none of the things that make me feel like myself.
Yet, I remind myself: the magic travelled here with me. Magic doesn't require wands and crystals: those are just instruments. The real magic is your intent. Your beautiful, maddeningly, incomprehensibly vast and complicated mind.
The ever so performative Leo energy, squeezed and twisted in those rusty transits of other planets, invites you to embrace imperfection as a spiritual practice. It's a chance to rebel against your inner critic and access a more primal, authentic & ferocious creative source.
So today, I write to you, who let their lack of tools stop their magical flow. Let's raise some good hell with whatever we find around ourselves!
The DIY Grimoire: Practicable Magic for the Disenfranchised
"The way you get a better world is, you don't put up with substandard anything." — Joe Strummer
Forget what you’ve been sold. You don’t need a single damn crystal you can’t afford or an herb you can’t pronounce to make magic.
The punk ethos is a DIY ethos, and that applies to your spirit, too.
It’s about rejecting consumerism and finding power in what you already have, in what’s been discarded, in the grit under your fingernails. An altar isn't a curated shelf of expensive objects. The altar is you. It's a focal point for your will. It can be the corner of a milk crate, a cracked windowsill, a patch of pavement. Or better yet, a single dandelion that grew from the cracks in the pavement.
It’s sacred because you say it is.
Rituals for the Uprising
- Fire Gazing for the Fire-Starters: Forget the cotton scented white candle (unless that's what you've got). Find your flame in the urban jungle. Light a Zippo, a candle stub from the bottom of a drawer. Stare into the reflection of a streetlight on a wet patch of asphalt. Watch the moths dance around it. Flickering neon sign above a store where you bought your first beer? EVEN BETTER!This is about finding the same ancient, elemental fire that burns in the heart of the city and in the center of your own chest.
- Sigil Magic with Spray Paint & Sharpies: A sigil is a symbol of your focused intent. Write down your desire for this New Moon: to be heard, to be brave, to break free. Cross out the vowels and repeating consonants, and then mash the remaining letters into a unique symbol that feels right to you. You know how to it. Or the YouTube on that little computer screen in your pocket will tell you in two seconds.Charge your sigil not with quiet meditation, but with raw energy. Blast your favorite punk (or pop!) anthem and draw the sigil on a piece of cardboard, the sole of your boot, or your own skin - and then do the radical thing - don’t take a picture of it for Instagram. Actually, don’t tell anyone. Let it be a secret piece of graffiti you carry out into the world.
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