Mula nakshatra Mars? You burn bridges, not candles

Mars in Mula burns with purpose. It doesn’t warm, it scorches clean. This fire leaves only ashes behind. Truth remains where comfort once stood. Ketu rules this wild lunar zone. Mars obeys no softness, only instinct. It doesn’t pause. It severs fast. Walks away. Never turns to look. There’s no space for hesitation here. The past is a broken shell. Mula digs where others avoid. It wants the root, the source, the wound. Mars gives it the force to strike. Not gently — but with finality.

There’s a sorrow in this motion. Not loud, but deep and steady. It’s not cruelty. It’s clarity. These people are wired to cut ties. To find freedom in the rubble. Their passion doesn’t bloom in light. It thrives in endings, in silence. They carry weight others can’t name. Memories not fully their own. Lifetimes of unfinished wars echo. It’s not peace they seek — it’s truth. Even if it hurts. Even if it costs everything.

Rest doesn’t come easy for them. Mars moves — always, endlessly, inward. Mula whispers of what must end. Of what must be faced alone. Change isn’t a choice, it’s a call. This path strips comfort to bone. It doesn’t ask — it takes. But in the wreckage, something breathes. A strange grace in all that loss. A new shape forms in fire. Raw, rooted, and unafraid to break. This is Mars in Mula’s gift — destruction that heals through truth.