Tag: Rahu and illusion

Rahu Mahadasha begins like a soft glitch. Life shifts, but not loudly. Everything looks the same, but feels off. Time stretches. Reality tilts. The sky seems heavier somehow. This isn’t fear—it’s strangeness. It’s the feeling that something is watching, quietly, from far beyond. This phase doesn’t ask for permission. Rahu moves in like fog. It…