Category: Alien Contact Astrology
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Mrigashira Moon = Talks to animals. Then aliens
Mrigashira Moon feels like a whisper. It watches, listens, absorbs. It doesn’t speak first. It waits for signals. As a child, the world felt loud. But the quiet things spoke louder. The bird at the window. The still stare of a dog. Wind in the grass. These were the first conversations. Not with people, but…
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Venus in Punarvasu = Earth is fine. Space is better
Venus in Punarvasu feels like home is missing. Earth is soft, but not enough. Love exists here, but it flickers. These people carry memory in their hearts. A memory not from this world. They live with beauty, but seek something beyond it. They smile often, but their eyes search. They are here, but only partly.…
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Rahu + Moon = Visions come standard. Instructions not included
Rahu and Moon together feel strange. The mind doesn’t rest. It listens elsewhere. Not to thoughts, but to signals. Emotions come heavy and fast. But they don’t always belong to you. You feel what others miss. You see what isn’t there. In alien contact astrology, this is a mark. A quiet one. A soft hum…
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Swati Ascendant = Walks among us, but from elsewhere
Swati Ascendant people move softly. They smile, they blend, they adapt. But something in them stays untouched. They are present, but not fully here. It feels like they came from somewhere else. Not a place, but a realm. Something quieter, older, more distant. In alien contact astrology, they are watchers. Star travelers wearing human skin.…
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Shani in 12th = Not alone in that room
Shani in the 12th sits quietly. It does not scream or shout. It waits behind shadows and walls. The silence is full, not empty. You feel watched, never quite alone. It’s not fear, but something deeper. A hum, a presence, unnamed, cold. The soul remembers what mind forgets. Dreams carry echoes from strange places. Sleep…
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Moon in Ardra = Connects to grief across dimensions
Moon in Ardra doesn’t feel safe. It moves like weather—sudden, sharp, and silent. Emotions arrive uninvited. They don’t ask permission. You feel things with no source. Sadness blooms in stillness. There’s no event, no cause—just a deep ache. It lives inside your chest like a second heartbeat. You know it’s not all yours. It never…
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Ketu dasha = You’re less “here.” More “elsewhere.”
Ketu Dasha feels like fading. Like slowly stepping out of focus. The world goes on. But you begin to drift. Not far. Just enough to notice the silence grow louder. You hear less. But feel more. Not emotions—something beneath them. A hum. A pull. A thinning of what used to hold you here. You forget…