
The mind dims under solar glare. Mercury, close to the Sun, burns. This nearness clouds thought and speech. Mental sharpness fades into thick fog. Words disappear before they’re spoken aloud. Focus fractures. Memory stumbles without warning. Ideas dissolve, slow, then vanish entirely. We feel lost, detached from thought. The inner world grows faint, distant. Even simple tasks begin to blur. The Sun overpowers Mercury’s gentle signals. Fire consumes the messenger’s calm pace.
This is Budh combust in astrology. Mercury, silenced by solar intensity. It’s not destruction, but distortion of mind. Concentration flickers, communication breaks, logic weakens. There’s frustration, but no clear reason. We struggle to say what we feel. Others misunderstand, conversations feel off-course. The body absorbs this chaos too. Tension builds in neck, jaw, eyes. We feel foggy, disconnected, strangely tired.
Yet, this phase isn’t permanent. Mercury always moves, escapes the Sun’s grip. When it does, clarity returns slowly. Thoughts resurface, speech flows more freely. It’s like waking after fever dreams. The mind heals, refreshed, clear again. But it takes patience, no rushing. Gentle routines help ease the return. Mindfulness, silence, small quiet rituals matter. Reading, writing, or simply being still. The pressure eases, the fog lifts.
Still, a lesson lingers in this. Clarity isn’t constant; it cycles too. Like tides, thoughts recede and rise. Mercury reminds us: thinking is seasonal. When it dims, we slow down. When it shines, we express again. Knowing this helps soften the struggle. We learn to wait, to breathe. We witness the wave, not resist. In that pause, wisdom quietly builds.
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