Tag: Ketu in Magha

Ketu in Magha doesn’t love gently. It consumes. It doesn’t ask—it pulls. You don’t fall in love. You vanish into it. Something takes over. You lose shape. Magha is royal. It remembers bloodlines, pride, the weight of name. But Ketu is formless. It cuts away the surface. It forgets everything the world says matters. When…