Ketu in 2nd = Forgot about it. Got it anyway

Ketu in the 2nd house whispers. It brings wealth, then vanishes. You stop searching, it appears. Money arrives quietly, without effort. Forgotten dreams return, quietly fulfilled. It’s a strange kind of luck. Like life pays you back. But you’re not watching anymore. Rewards come wrapped in silence. No celebration, no warning, just arrival.

The 2nd house holds your roots. It speaks of voice and values. Ketu slices through those ties. You feel distant from your past. Family feels unfamiliar, sometimes hollow. You don’t cling to lineage. There’s a gap in belonging. Childhood may feel like echoes. No one truly sees you. But something old still returns. A legacy finds your name.

You don’t crave wealth here. Plans feel blurry or useless. You live light, almost floating. Simplicity becomes a quiet strength. You don’t chase, things come. Money doesn’t hold you tightly. Strangely, it flows in still. You lose, then gain without asking. Just enough comes when needed. The universe watches without speaking.

Your voice holds odd power. You speak less, say more. People hear what you don’t. Silence becomes your second language. You write, teach, or heal. Or you vanish into words. There’s wisdom you never study. Words spill like forgotten memories. They land deeper than expected.

This life feels half-remembered. You drift where others anchor. Belonging feels too heavy now. So you let go instead. That surrender opens hidden doors. Unexpected fortune enters through cracks. Not loud, but quietly certain. What’s meant for you waits. It arrives without your grasp. Ketu gives when you release.

You won’t hold tightly again. But somehow, you’ll still receive. Not from wanting, but knowing. Not from effort, but grace.