Tag: obsession
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Emotional Silence : Rahu in the 12th = Desire lingers, confession forbidden — obsession in quiet.
Rahu in the 12th house carries shadowed desire. Longings linger in quiet corners of the mind. Confession feels impossible, even to oneself. Emotions run deep, yet rarely surface. Obsession blooms silently, unseen by others. Life teaches patience through hidden yearning. Every craving pulses with intensity and secrecy. These individuals dwell in secret inner worlds. Desire…
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Addicted to each other? Mars-Venus in fiery signs [Tarot Card Astrology]
Mars and Venus clash, love and war entwined. Tarot speaks, of passion’s fleeting grasp. Knight of Wands surges, reckless and wild. The Devil binds, obsession takes root. Queen of Wands smolders, confident yet dangerous. The Lovers unite, torn between fate and choice. We chase fire, longing for warmth. Heat sears, yet hearts remain unsatisfied. Three…
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Fascination gone extreme? 8th house obsession
The 8th house whispers, secrets hide. We seek the truth, deep inside. Obsessions rise, a haunting call. We chase the mysteries, that enthrall. Reality fades, a hidden door. We seek the depths, and ask for more. Illusions bloom, a tangled vine. We chase the phantoms, we define. We cling to truths, that slip away. And…
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Love turning into obsession? Venus-Rahu trap
Venus and Rahu meet, a love’s dark art. Illusions bloom, a broken heart. Desires rise, a haunting strain. We chase a love, that brings us pain. Reality fades, a distant shore. We build our dreams, and ask for more. Obsessions rise, a tangled snare. We seek a soul, beyond compare. We cling to hope, that…
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Fixated on someone? Rahu loves illusions
Rahu’s shadow falls, a longing’s art. We fixate now, with aching heart. Illusions bloom, a tangled thread. We seek a soul, that’s long since fled. Desires rise, a constant plea. We chase a ghost, we long to see. Reality fades, a distant shore. We build our dreams, and ask for more. We cling to hope,…
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Obsessed much? Check Rahu’s grip on you
Rahu, a shadow, whispers of endless want. It paints illusions, a thirst that never quenches. We chase phantoms, wealth, power, love, yet find only emptiness. This grip, unseen, steers us, a subtle, cruel compulsion. No joy lasts; each prize fades, leaving only a hollow ache. We manipulate, deceive, driven by this restless hunger. The world…
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Love or Lust: Venus, Mars
A fevered dance begins within. Venus meets Mars, a burning blend. Is it love’s fire, or a consuming need? They seek each other, heart and flesh. A pull so strong, it bends the will. Is it merging souls, or losing self? The world fades, only they remain. An obsession’s grip, a golden chain. Do they…