Ketu in 11th = Doesn’t vibe with humans. Fair

Ketu in the 11th house isolates. It withdraws from social warmth. This is the house of connection. But Ketu dissolves human ties. The person watches life from afar. They feel present, but never included. Loneliness doesn’t come from rejection. It’s a strange, silent inner gap.

They’ve done the group thing before. Led causes, built networks, inspired others. But now, all of that fades. Dreams of community feel worn out. Social talk feels hollow and dull. They nod, smile, then drift away.

Sleep brings symbols they don’t understand. Places they’ve never seen feel familiar. Faces in dreams seem more real. They wake with a strange knowing. The stars feel closer than people. UFOs, aliens, and distant realms call.

They aren’t looking for attention now. Fame and followers mean very little. Even when success arrives, it vanishes. There’s no joy in being seen. Creation becomes a quiet, private ritual. The message matters, not the noise.

There is sadness in their detachment. A soft ache they can’t name. Earth feels foreign, like a costume. Something deep in them feels misplaced. They long for something not here. But they don’t know what exactly.

This isn’t punishment, but redirection. Ketu clears space for higher contact. These souls observe, rather than belong. They remember things without knowing why. They’re not lost, just tuned elsewhere. Something watches them from beyond silence.

They carry fragments of another world. Not loud, not bold, but real. Their presence shifts rooms without effort. Their truth isn’t spoken, but felt. They didn’t come here to fit. They came here to remember.