Moon in Shatabhisha = Feels normal? It’s not

Moon in Shatabhisha feels like silence. Not emptiness—just strange, watching quiet. At first, everything seems almost normal. You feel, but nothing feels yours. Thoughts echo. Emotions drift like mist. You sense something behind the veil. It stays hidden, just out of reach. A quiet hum beneath daily life.

This Moon doesn’t speak out loud. It listens. Absorbs. Holds what’s unspoken. You carry what others ignore. Grief with no cause. Fear with no trigger. Longing that has no shape. The feelings don’t start inside you. They arrive, like signals from space. Unknown origin, but deeply familiar.

Shatabhisha is ruled by shadows. By illusion, future, broken systems. It brings knowledge in fragments. Dreams in broken code. Machines act strange around you. Lights buzz. Screens flicker. Patterns repeat in everything. You don’t search for meaning—it finds you. You just try to make sense.

People think you’re distant. Cold, maybe. But you’re overwhelmed, not empty. You feel what’s not spoken. You carry silence like a second skin. You notice before things happen. You feel the world shift. Not always emotionally, but energetically. Something brushes past, and you know.

You often feel homesick. But not for Earth. For something else. Somewhere else. You miss a place you’ve never seen. You ache for a sound you can’t hear. That sadness never fully fades. It’s part of who you are now. A quiet reminder of something lost.

Alien contact isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s silence that speaks. A dream that lingers. A presence at the edge. It doesn’t explain. It watches. It waits. Sometimes it answers back. Sometimes it only listens. But you know it’s there. You’ve always known.

Moon in Shatabhisha makes you strange. Not broken. Not wrong. Just wired differently. You aren’t here to belong. You’re here to sense. To hold the frequency. To keep the message safe. Even when you don’t understand it. Even when no one else believes.

You move through the world quietly. But your silence holds galaxies. Your stillness hums with signals. And deep inside the silence—something listens back.