Moon’s phases = soul’s way of resetting karmic debts.

The Moon is never only time. It is memory. It is feeling. It is the soul’s restless mirror. In astrology, the Moon holds power. Its phases rise, fade, and return. We live through the same rhythm. Karmic debts surface, dissolve, then reappear. Each turning offers renewal through surrender.

The new Moon begins in dark. Nothing shines, yet seeds still wait. It is a pause. It is hidden breath. Old cycles sink into silence. The soul prepares for another path. Debts remain, pressing quietly on the heart. Choices will shape what follows soon. Repeat the loop, or start again.

The waxing Moon slowly gathers light. Shadows thin. Awareness stirs. Patterns rise into visibility. Lessons return in familiar disguises. The soul feels the old tug. Faces repeat. Feelings echo. Moments replay with quiet persistence. Every choice can alter the pattern. The path forward demands recognition and strength.

The full Moon arrives, bright and merciless. Everything hidden comes into sight. Emotions swell. Truths break open. Ties pull painfully tight again. Karmic loops show themselves with clarity. The soul cannot look away here. What overwhelms is often just truth. Debts settle through endings or revelation. Beauty and ache stand side by side.

The waning Moon begins its release. Light thins. Energy softens. Forgiveness whispers in the shadows. The soul learns to let go. People drift. Attachments loosen. Memories begin to dissolve. Here the karmic weight unwinds slowly. The past is not erased, only softened. The melancholy is gentle, like fading music.

The dark Moon closes the circle. It is silence before beginning. It is the void of surrender. Lessons linger in the still air. The soul carries what it learned. It feels lighter for what it released. Nothing moves, yet everything prepares again. In this quiet the reset completes. A new cycle waits in shadow.

The Moon is always moving forward. It teaches through repetition and release. Its phases trace the hidden soul. Endings come. Beginnings follow. Loops return until broken. Watching the Moon is watching ourselves. Haunted. Hopeful. Always returning. Always becoming.