Ketu in Ashwini = Starseed alert

Ketu in Ashwini moves fast. Too fast for words. It doesn’t wait. It remembers. This is not a new soul. It’s old. Tired. Focused. It came back for something unfinished. Something urgent. Ashwini is speed. Healing. Beginnings that come like lightning. Ketu is memory. Detachment. The past still flickering. Together, they burn through time. There’s no stillness here. Only momentum.

People with this placement often feel lost. Not because they don’t know who they are. But because they remember being someone else. Somewhere else. Before this life. Before this name. Their body moves before their mind does. Their choices seem sudden, but there’s always a reason. They follow something deeper. Something that doesn’t explain itself.

As children, they feel out of place. The world seems dull. Heavy. They dream of light. Of stars. Of people with strange eyes and kind silence. They don’t always talk about it. But they know. Some part of them knows. They’ve come from far. And they’re not staying long.

Alien contact is not a moment. It’s a hum beneath the skin. A voice without sound. A face in a dream that doesn’t fade. They feel watched—but not in fear. More like being seen. Fully. Quietly. Their life is full of signs. Repeating numbers. Animals that appear and vanish. Electricity that pulses with emotion. The world talks to them in code. And they hear it.

Ketu doesn’t let them attach. To people. To roles. To plans. Everything slips. Everything shifts. They build and break again. It’s lonely. But it’s true. Ashwini pushes them forward. Even when they want to stop. Even when they’re tired. There’s no pause here. Only response.

They often heal without trying. Their words land deep. Their touch calms. Their presence resets a room. They don’t always know how. They just do. Healing is part of their code. From this life. From others. From places we don’t have names for. Places only their soul remembers.

They search for meaning in silence. In movement. In the stars. Traditional paths feel too slow. Too fixed. They need space. And speed. Too much structure feels like a trap. They move when the signal comes. And it always comes. Sudden. Clear. Unspoken.

Love is hard here. They connect fast. Deep. Then drift. Not because they don’t care. But because the soul is on call. Somewhere else always needs them. Staying feels like betrayal. To what, they don’t always know. But the pull is strong. And it doesn’t go away.

Past lives bleed through. Not in stories. In feelings. In moments. In aches they can’t place. Sometimes they cry for no reason. Sometimes they smile at strangers like they’ve known them for centuries’. Nothing is random. Nothing is fully here.

This isn’t a peaceful path. It’s a necessary one. A soul on a mission. A being in motion. They may never feel settled. But they will feel aligned. If they follow the pull. If they trust the unseen. If they let the silence speak.

Ketu in Ashwini isn’t here to stay. It’s here to start. To heal. To leave. And then begin again. Somewhere else. As someone else. But always carrying the same spark. The same ache. The same call.