Feeling light? Rahu’s grip is fading

A shadow shifts, restless and unsteady. Rahu pulls, magnetic and insatiable. It whispers of hunger, of desire. It urges us toward what is beyond. But when illusions fade, what remains?

Rahu is the grasping hand. It thrives on craving and chaos. It pushes us forward, faster, deeper. Never satisfied, never still. But what happens when we stop? Does freedom come, or emptiness?

They say clarity follows Rahu’s release. That when the haze lifts, truth appears. But does truth bring peace? Or only weight, heavy with escape?

We chase ambitions, obsessions, dreams. They shimmer, they call, they fade. The world promises more—always more. More power, more thrill, more success. But does more ever fulfill?

Some call Rahu a trickster. Others see a teacher in disguise. It tempts us, it tests us. Then it asks—was it real? Or only a shadow?

The stars do not bind us. They only set the stage. Rahu does not hold forever. It teaches through longing, through loss. Freedom is not in having. It is not in chasing. It is in knowing when to let go.

And maybe, in release, we find it. What we were seeking all along.