Feral Astrology Guide for the Week of September 29th - October 5th

"It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” - Fight Club

The Real for Real Check-In: Houston, We Have a Dissociation Problem. We’ve all just crawled out of an eclipse corridor feeling - and if you’re me, also looking like we survived a three-day rave with zero hydration. The psychic air is thick with the banshee style howl of conversations we should have had, the residue of truths that hit like a brick to the face and the lingering exhaustion of a psycho-spiritual eclipse surgery we never consented to, as per eclipse usual modus operandi - administered with no sedatives. Not even Tylenol!

And what is the world doing while we’re all nursing this cosmic hangover is exactly what you’d expect from this bizarre, broken timeline. As we speak, the Artemis II mission is gearing up to send a handful of humans to orbit the Moon for the first time since the 70s. While the planet quietly (or not so quietly) burns, the ultimate act of escapism is being funded: literally leaving.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, the annual darkly absurd pageantry of power is in full swing. The UN General Assembly, Climate Week, the G20 Summit - all the big acronyms are gathering in sterile, air-conditioned rooms to discuss the very crises they perpetuate, issuing communiqués about “sustainability” and “solidarity” that have all the substance of a ghost’s fart.

We’re putting terrorist labels on a movement that literally just mean I AM AGAINST FASCISM (what the fuck?), threats against media critics (what the fuck?), troops against people as an extension of a malignant narcissist’s ego (what..the..fuck).

Just for the love of all that’s holy someone already arrest the people who stopped the elevator and send them to a concentration camp, where they hopefully get eaten by alligators.

GUYS! Who the fuck wrote this timeline and what drugs are they on? Tylenol?!

And what are we, the people, doing? The world is ending, we might as well get our hands on some limited-edition collectible figurines. Bonus points - they might have a Labubu demon inside. But honestly? Fair enough. When the disconnect between the macro and the micro becomes this screamingly absurd, clinging to a tiny, cute, plastic monster feels like a perfectly sane response.

This is our collective condition - we are dissociating on a planetary scale, which is precisely why this week’s astrology is showing up to drag us, kicking and screaming, back into our bodies.

Your Seven-Day Decontamination Protocol

This week is an astrological decontamination chamber, designed to process the radioactive fallout of the eclipse season. The energetic arc mirrors a classic trauma response cycle: shock, eruption, processing and the messy, non-linear path to integration.

We begin the week in a state of psychic shock and dissociation. Monday’s clash between the cold, hard duty of the Capricorn Moon and the spiritual fog of Neptune in Aries is the initial feeling of being functionally numb while your soul is offline. Tuesday offers a moment of grounding and a small, tangible act of care (Moon trine Venus) that reminds you your body is still here.

The pressure builds mid-week, leading to the inevitable emotional eruption. Wednesday’s communication breakdown between intellectual Mercury and emotional Jupiter is the start of the flare-up, where logic and feeling go to war. This culminates in Thursday’s brutal climax: a Moon-Pluto conjunction square Mars. This is the moment the infection is lanced, where suppressed power dynamics, secrets and collective rage explode into the open. Yay!

The aftermath is about processing and integration. Friday’s easy trine between the Moon and Mercury provides the intellectual clarity to make sense of the wreckage. The weekend is the messy reality of healing. Saturday brings waves of anxiety and psychic static (Moon square Uranus) but also a deep well of emotional courage to draw from (Moon trine Mars).

Finally, Sunday delivers a tidal wave of grace. A final reality check from the Venus opposition is softened by a Grand Water Trine involving Jupiter wraps it all in a messy cosmic hug. You kinda survived the chamber. And survival is the most sacred spell there is.. It wasn’t perfect, but you are held.

A Day-by-Day Breakdown

🧾 Monday’s Existential Invoice: Moon (Capricorn) Square Neptune (Aries) & Sextile Mars (Scorpio)

Welcome to a cosmic migraine. The Moon in hyper-competent Capricorn is demanding you perform like a Fortune 500 CEO. Simultaneously, it’s squaring Neptune in Aries, which is flooding your consciousness with spiritual static, existential dread and a profound desire to dissolve into a puddle on the floor. It’s a brutal clash between “get your shit together” and simultaneously not being able to stop scrolling on TikTok conspiracy theories. Why applying for a job when the Rapture happens on Tuesday?

The saving grace is a sharp, strategic sextile to Mars in Scorpio, which hands you a psychic scalpel to cut through the fog and focus on one, single, important task. Your brain is soup all morning, then Mars cuts through and you decide, screw it, I’m making that dentist appointment that’s been haunting you for six months. It’s like you wake up foggy, scrolling in a dissociative haze, but suddenly manage to pay that one overdue bill and feel like you’ve just slain a dragon. Congrats!

The truth serum: Your intuition isn’t lying, but it is definitely drunk. Use one practical, decisive action as your designated driver.

🧼 Tuesday’s Gospel of a Clean Toilet: Moon (Capricorn) Trine Venus (Virgo)

After Monday’s heaving above toilet, spitting out the psychic sludge, hands you a scrub brush. Moon in Capricorn trine Venus in Virgo is a sensual, earthy balm made out of the holiness of the mundane. It’s the feeling of your entire nervous system down-regulating because you finally washed and changed your sheets. Almost an erotic satisfaction of bleach poured into a seemingly permanently stained toilet and the patience to let it work and with one satisfying flush reveal a good-as-knew porcelain throne. Gross, but today this is your gospel. The quiet intimacy of a partner or colleague making your coffee exactly right without you having to ask.

The truth serum: Sometimes the most potent spiritual breakthroughs don’t happen on a yoga mat. They happen while you’re scrubbing the loo.

🗣️ Wednesday’s TED Talk from Hell: Mercury (Libra) Square Jupiter (Cancer)

Here comes the mid-week communication clusterfuck. Mercury in Libra is trying to moderate, temper the tantrums, annoyingly calm, rational & fair - because Jupiter in Cancer has kicked down the door sobbing, knocking family photos from the shelves in one swoop, making every conversation today a family therapy session, where the generational trauma of Eastern Europe and your mother’s childhood wound is discussed and whether or not your tone of voice was “actually very dismissive.”

It’s the vibe of asking your roommate to please stop leaving dishes in the sink and suddenly you’re both crying about the divorce you lived through at 12.

You heard it before: Jupiter makes everything bigger. So the more you try to keep it impartial & rational, the more it inflates into a soap opera size.

A brief Moon–Neptune sextile gives you a momentary escape hatch: a reminder that sometimes the only sane response is to step back, laugh at the absurdity and remember that no one is actually keeping score but your nervous system.

The truth serum: You cannot logic your way out of a feeling. Stop trying to win the argument, instead - listen for the wound underneath the words, even if the words are coming out like Molotov cocktails.

💥 Thursday’s Group Chat Goes Nuclear: Moon (Aquarius) Conjunction Pluto (Aquarius) & Square Mars (Scorpio)

This is the week’s violent, necessary climax. A volcanic eruption of suppressed power. The Moon conjoins Pluto in Aquarius & suddenly all the suppressed rot in your ideals, your friendships, your social networks gets cracked open like a ribcage at autopsy. Snip, crack & ewww ooze be oozing. It’s ruthless, weirdly obsessive, probably necessary & it doesn’t give a fuck about your carefully curated image of being “chill”. Be the drama queen, oh, correction - the drama DEMON queen, because:

Square to Mars in Scorpio. This is war energy - secretive, vengeful, cutting straight to the bone. What’s been festering behind closed doors, in private chats, in passive-aggressive subtext, a long-ignored infection within your own ribcage, erupts.

Screenshots are weaponized. Allegiances flip. This is some Game of Thrones meets The Succession shit. Someone finally says the thing everyone else was too scared to say, and the fallout is instant. We the people!

It feels like when a simmering political disagreement among friends finally boils over at the dinner table and suddenly you’re in a full-scale war zone, dodging verbal grenades while someone reads receipts out loud.

The truth serum: Power isn’t volume. Power is precision. It’s knowing exactly where to press your finger so the whole structure collapses. Push wisely, because once this domino tips, there’s no going back.

🤝 Friday’s Waving White Flag: Moon (Aquarius) Trine Mercury (Libra)

After yesterday’s nuclear meltdown, the cosmos slides a peace treaty & one of those asthma inhalers across the table. The Moon in Aquarius links hands with Mercury in Libra and suddenly the air shifts to cooler, calmer, easier to breathe. The emotional flames die down, vulnerability hangover is slowly replaced with crisp, rational clarity. This is the morning-after debrief energy…the coffee with your one sane friend who helps you piece together what the hell just happened..this friend can also be you, you know.. It’s whoever, whatever sounds more like a voice of reason than yesterday’s monster demon who took over your nervous system.

Together you lay out the receipts, compare timelines and realize with shocking precision who was out of line and who just got caught in the blast.

Inhabit this serene space to articulate what you couldn’t say in the heat of it. The courage to draft a well-worded apology that isn’t half-assed PR damage control. This is the moment you remember why we bother with community in the first place ..because without dialogue, there’s just wreckage.

The truth serum: The most powerful healing doesn’t come from “I’m sorry you feel that way.” It comes from “I understand why you feel that way.” There’s a difference there and it changes everything.

⚡️ Saturday’s High Strangeness: Moon (Pisces) Square Uranus (Gemini) & Trine Mars (Scorpio)

Get ready for a day of high voltage weirdness. The vibe flips, we tuned into the frequency that broadcasts chaos radio. The Moon drifts into hypersensitive Pisces and immediately gets zapped by Uranus in Gemini like plugging your emotions into a faulty socket. It’s nervous tension, hyperfocus on not being able to focus on single one thing, psychic jitters, odd dreams, random news, wild texts, a sudden wave of dread for no reason.

But! The Moon catches a trine to Mars in Scorpio, which will land us some much needed emotional courage. Instinct that cuts through the noise. This is crying in your bedroom while your phone buzzes with some more bad news and instead of spiraling, you stumble upon a steady patch in your emotional landscape that reminds you that this too will pass.

The truth serum: Your anxiety is a radio picking up every station at once. Your intuition is the hand on the dial. Tune to the one frequency playing your song.

🥰 Sunday’s ‘There, there, little buddy’: Moon (Pisces) Opposition Venus (Virgo) & Trine Jupiter (Cancer)

And here it is… the soft landing. The Moon in Pisces collides with Venus in Virgo, pulling our dreamy ideals into sharp contact with messy reality. Love vs. practicality. Fantasy vs. the sink full of dishes. The opposition stings, but it’s necessary: a reminder that perfection isn’t real, and expecting it just makes everyone miserable.

But the sting is wrapped in oceanic grace. The Moon forms a Grand Water Trine with Mars in Scorpio and Jupiter in Cancer. This will feel like a tidal current of compassion & generosity. A weighted blanket moment. The hearty pumpkin soup after you’ve hiked through storm, shoes sloshing with cold water.

The realization that even in the gap between what you expected, what you ordered, what you long for and what actually arrived - you are still profoundly held.

This feels like finally breaking down about the life you thought you should be living, only for someone who loves you to meet you in the wreckage with no judgment, no fixing, just a loving presence.

The truth serum: Perfect doesn’t exist. But breath & laughter, many faces of love - do. And it’s a fucking miracle.

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Aries Sun & Rising

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