Feral Astrology Guide for the Incredible Week of Chaotic Revelations & Foundational Do-Overs
“We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.” — Ursula K. Le Guin
This week isn’t just “busy”… It’s biblically stacked.
We’ve hit the volcanic heart of Scorpio Season and here comes the strike of the infamous stinger (did you know, the anatomically correct word for this poison delivery system is a rather beautiful ‘telson’?)..in full attack mode, the universe has stopped pretending to be polite.
When I look at the insane confluence of transits, from Venus and Uranus changing sign, to the Full Moon & Mercury stationing everyone’s favorite retrograde, it’s hard not to slip into the astrology alarmist mania, ever so tempting, ever so easy in 2025. The exorcism of the old system comes to mind.
The entire societal & familiar architecture being gutted, rewired, rebooted with new cast, while we’re still standing inside it, clutching our emotional emotional support cheese boards. That is if we can afford cheese, which is also not given. Just that, my friends.
Everything’s moving. Everything’s mutating.
We’ve got a seven-day planetary pile-up that looks like divine chaos written by Quentin Tarantino. “I’m a mushroom cloud-layin’ motherfucker, motherfucker!”
This week’s quest..should you dare to accept it, is to drag yourself from performative bullshit to foundational truth.
The universe is so done with our beige productivity graphs, our chill girl Pinterest-style “wellness,” our “live laugh love” phone wallpapers hiding the cracked drywall of late-stage capitalism.
This week that wallpaper peels and the rot shows.
The planet of “go fuck yourself, I’m doing it my way” Mars charges into Sagittarius with zero regard for the speed limit.
Venus falls from her luxurious Libran throne into the deep, venomous waters of Scorpio.
Then the Taurus Full Moon climbs the sky like a pearl on fire, equals parts comfort & confrontation..And just as you start to breathe again, that divine anarchist with a blowtorch Uranus storms back into Taurus for one last inspection of the bones beneath your life. The grand audit of the 7-year revolution (2018–2025) around worth, wealth and security. We’re revisiting the tectonic shifts that cracked open our understanding of “stability.”
And as the cherry on top of this existential cake, Mercury stations retrograde just as the week collapses, one last crash before the reboot. Are the fucking aliens coming this week, or what?!
In any case, the demolition crew’s already here, so let’s light a cigarette on the fire of the wreckage, blow out the smoke and see what shapes it makes against the skies that promise a wild ride this week.
💀 A Day-by-Day Autopsy of the Chaos
🧾 Monday, Nov 3: The Emotional Overdraft
(Venus in Libra square Jupiter in Cancer)
The Vibe:
This is pathological politeness with lipstick on. The kind of niceness that eats itself alive. Venus in Libra is curating harmony like her life depends on it (it does! She’s just about to leave her comfort zone for a dark and broody Scorpio), while Jupiter in Cancer - exalted, smothering, maternal, is the cosmic grandma force-feeding us “more love, more food, more feeling.”
The Lie:
That too much is the same as safe. That generosity equals security. This transit is emotional credit-card debt disguised as kindness. You’re trying to buy approval with emotional, financial, psychic overdrafts. This week will send receipts.
This Feels Like:
That pre-holiday fever dream where you’re determined to prove you have your life together. You volunteer to host the entire dysfunctional family and your partner’s boss and your sad friend who “just doesn’t vibe with Christmas.” You commit to three kinds of potatoes. You charge a $250 “rustic chic” cheese board on your credit card.
All you want is for someone, anyone! to say, “You did good. You hold it all together. The world’s burning, but we feel safe now.”
Instead, you’re exhausted, hollow, spiritually lactose-intolerant & kind of feeling others owe you praise & pitch in for that over-prized cheese board.
🔌 Tuesday, Nov 4: The Glorious, Idiotic ‘Fuck It’ Button
(Mars enters Sagittarius & opposes Uranus in Gemini)
The Vibe:
The system snaps. The tension of Monday combusts into raw, unfiltered chaos. Mars is seeing red, feeling restless, pumped by caffeine and rage it launches into Sagittarius. Uranus in Gemini slides a dubious expired fireworks and matches across the table & doesn’t even hide an excited, evil smirk.
The Lie:
That freedom means impulsivity. That expansion without intention is somehow “growth.” Mars in Sag wants deeper meaning behind action, but Uranus in Gemini just wants explosive movement, even if it means getting your face burned off in the process.
This Feels Like:
You’re mid cheese-board crisis when your mother-in-law texts a link titled “Beginner’s Guide to Not Overcooking Poultry.”
That’s it. The Mars-Uranus switch flips.
You group-text the entire family:
“Christmas is canceled. You’re all ungrateful, passive-aggressive parasites. I’m spending the potato money on a one-way ticket to Berlin. I’m gonna get into Berghain this time and never speak to any of you again.”
It’s idiotic. It’s perfect. It’s Glen Close-Jessica Lange in Ryan Murphy’s fever dream telenovela moment. It’s divine catharsis through combustion. You may regret it later, but in that moment? You feel alive. Berlin is calling!
🎭 Wednesday, Nov 5: The Bill. The Whole Bill.
(Full Moon in Taurus)
The Vibe:
The hangover. The Berghain club cosmic come-down. The Full Moon in Taurus drops like a utterly unamused, matternal silk covered hammer.
It doesn’t care about your Berlin warehouse dreams or your newfound techno persona. It cares about the rent. The body. The nervous system you’ve been ignoring since 2018.
The Lesson:
This lunation shows you what your hustle for worthiness has cost.
It spotlights where your attachments have calcified into cages, where your “comfort zones” are really padded cells.
This Feels Like:
You wake up post-meltdown. The silence is deafening.
Three family members have blocked you.
The Berlin flight is non-refundable.
Your credit card whimpers under the cheese board charge.
You sit there in the dim light of your kitchen, both free and fucked.
It’s the Taurus Full Moon paradox: relief that you finally burned the illusion and the icy reality that you also burned your budget.
⚡ Thursday, Nov 6: The Glitch, The Witch and The Dominatrix
(Moon in Gemini cluster & Venus enters Scorpio)
The Vibe:
Neurological chaos, witchcraft, strategy.
The Moon in Gemini is running diagnostics after Wednesday’s cosmic hangover, pinging Uranus with erratic what-if’s. It then trines Pluto for some deep, primal truth delivery, and opposes Mars, who’s still pacing the war room shirtless and angry.
It’s mental static and divine download at the same time. Your brain fried, your instincts lit.
The Pivot:
Then, the energy drops. Venus swan-dives into Scorpio’s black-goo pool. Gone is Libra’s “let’s all get along” aesthetic - this is love as interrogation, intimacy as power play.
No small talk. No polite detachment. Just show me your soul or get off my altar.
This Feels Like:
You slam your laptop shut, delete the flight tracker tabs and stare into the void. Suddenly, peace. The panic recedes. The power hums. You scroll through the list of people you blocked and think: Good. Let them stew.
Venus in Scorpio isn’t interested in harmony.. she wants leverage, strategy, seduction with fangs. It’s feeding time.
Intimacy is currency now. Spend it like blood money.
🛁 Friday, Nov 7: The Righteous Screaming Match
(Moon in Gemini opposing Mercury in Sagittarius)
The Vibe:
The Moon in Gemini has receipts in shape of sharp, merciless logic, while Mercury in Sagittarius comes armed with grand philosophy and reckless optimism.
This is data versus dogma. Facts versus vibes.
A duet turned duel.
The Bullshit:
Nobody’s actually listening. Everyone’s just waiting to speak.
This is the argument where one person comes with bullet points and the other brings a TED Talk. This is basically any meeting of Congress in the last year. This is lalala I’m not listening hands on ears bullshit, but it’s performed by toddlers with nuclear codes.
This Feels Like:
Your partner, who survived the poultry comment, finally explodes.
You (Moon in Gemini) start strong: “Fact: I carry this whole house. Fact: I’ve been emotionally ghosted since Easter. Fact: I’m drowning in logistics of holding the family together, while you talk about energy alignment & cutting the negativity out of our life.”
They (Mercury in Sag) fire back: “You’re so negative. Can’t you see the bigger picture? It’s about love!” And since, no one can argue with that…
Cue screaming into the void, door slamming, stalemate.
No one wins. But damn, the air feels cleaner once it’s all out.
🛠️ Saturday, Nov 8: The Great Fucking Do-Over
(Uranus retrograde re-enters Taurus)
The Vibe:
The main event. The cosmic callback.
After a chaotic flirtation with Gemini’s restless ideas, Uranus aka the sacred anarchist steps back into Taurus for its final act in this seven-year epic (2018–2025).
This feels like an old chaos with receipts.
The kind you can trace back to the first time you realized your sense of safety was built on borrowed scaffolding.
The Realization:
This week’s madness wasn’t random.. it was a rage bait. The Venus-Jupiter gluttony, the Mars-Uranus explosion, the Taurus Full Moon invoice - all of it led you here.
This is the point where rebellion meets responsibility. Pay attention.
Freedom isn’t the plane ticket to Berlin - it’s the decision to stop burning down your stability to prove you’re alive.
This Feels Like:
You’re sitting in your kitchen, surrounded by wreckage.. the argument unfinished, the ticket unsent.
And it hits you, cold and crystalline:
“This was never about the chicken. Or Berlin. Or anyone else. This is about how I keep trading my body, time and sanity for worth. This is about how exhausted I am from performing safety.”
This is the audit. Uranus sudden, jarring demolitions are not punishments, but a chance to rebuild.
The do-over is no longer just superficial. It’s foundational.
✈️ Sunday, Nov 9: System Malfunction, Soul Retrieval
(Mercury retrograde in Sagittarius & Sun trine Moon)
The Vibe:
The screen freezes. The cursor blinks.
Mercury, trickster of motion and meaning, stations retrograde in Sagittarius aka the sign of holy conviction and overinflated dreams.
The universe unplugs the modem. The Wi-Fi of your grand plans dies.
Everything goes quiet.
The Gift:
And in that stillness, the water trine hums to life..That’s Sun in Scorpio, Moon in Cancer - a psychic lullaby of intuition and emotional truth.
After the week’s demolition derby, this is the warm bath, the soft rebirth, the feeling of your soul finally finding its own gravity again. Exhale.
This Feels Like:
You stop mid-argument.
You don’t fix anything. You don’t send the follow-up text. You just stop.
You run the bath. The water hits your skin and suddenly you can breathe again.
The world outside is still messy, unresolved, half-burned.
But you feel a rare, sacred calm. The quiet knowing that your emotions, messy and raw, are yours..and they are safe in your body.
The moment where chaos collapses into clarity.
🐍 Final Transmission
The week was never about the meltdown.
It was about seeing the truth underneath it, all the patterns, the prices, the places where false stability had to burn.
In a true Scorpionic fashion, through the sudden, burning and consuming pain of the poisonous strike, you emerge as a Phoenix, as the divine accountant of your own becoming. We’ll step into the next week fundamentally changed. And that’s a good thing!
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The veil is thinning and beckoning us to turn inwards, to pull up shadows for annual review.
But even deep within the Scorpio Season, shadow work doesn’t have to be brutal & dissecting. Over here, we do it cozy, we keep it sacred, we breathe through it & heal.
Perfect potent ritual for any time during the season and for Scorpio New Moon, my guided meditation journey aims to confront & release old fears, to craft a protective energetic chrysalis for a powerful renewal!
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