
Ketu in the Lagna brings a quiet distance. The person seems here, yet not here. Their eyes search for something beyond. Choices feel thin, almost hollow. What moves others does not touch them. The mind drifts above daily concerns. Decisions come without force or fear. But the heart feels no victory in action. The world’s rewards seem pale, its struggles soft echoes. The person walks through life like a guest. Nothing binds. Nothing holds.
This can look like decisiveness. They act without pause, without doubt. But the reason is emptiness, not certainty. The outer world fades at the edges. The pull of gain or loss grows weak. They choose because they must, not because they care. And this, too, brings sorrow. A sense of being apart follows them. They feel the weight of what they have left behind. The soul longs for what cannot be seen.
Ketu in the ascendant whispers of another home. The person remembers what lies beyond. This makes life’s choices feel small. What path to take? What to seek? The questions fall silent. The heart looks past them all. But Ketu teaches through this quiet. The lesson is not to turn away. It is to walk lightly, to see the world’s game and still play. True strength comes not from escape, but from grace in each step. The journey is lonely, but filled with hidden wisdom. Ketu in Lagna shows the way beyond, even as it keeps the feet on this earth.
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