Tag: spiritual awakening astrology
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Rahu in 8th = Curiosity mistaken for suspicion.
Rahu in the 8th house searches endlessly. It hungers for truth in every silence. Curiosity becomes a shadow it can’t escape. It looks beneath words, beneath smiles, beneath trust. The world feels layered, never simple, never safe. Secrets draw them in like gravity. They sense too much and believe too little. What they call awareness…
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Light That Learns to Hide
When the Sun moves into the twelfth house, light grows quiet. The glow turns inward slowly. The world feels softer, distant. Ego begins to dissolve gently. Pride fades into reflection and doubt. This Sun hides behind emotion. It feels unseen but awake. Life tests confidence through silence. Betrayal comes quietly, never announced. Trust is bruised…
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Ketu in 4th = Detached palate, deep memories.
Ketu in the 4th moves quietly. It drifts through memory like incense smoke. It knows warmth, but cannot stay near it. The 4th house speaks of roots and safety, yet Ketu loosens those threads. Love feels familiar, then far away. The heart recalls, yet never keeps. Memory murmurs gently, like music fading. It stays near,…
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Ketu in 12th = Cries quietly, heals karmically.
Ketu in the twelfth moves quietly. It carries solitude, grief, karmic lessons. Life feels private, often lonely. Emotional pain is deeply felt. Tears are shed in secret. The twelfth house governs endings, isolation, unseen. Ketu strips attachments, forcing slow release. The soul learns surrender gradually. Coping feels like hidden chaos. Healing comes from inward reflection,…
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You disappear like a Ketu transit—no warning, no closure
You vanish like a Ketu transit. No sound. No goodbye. You drift without explanation. Not out of spite—just instinct. Something inside says “it’s time.” And you obey. No fight. No drama. Just a quiet unhooking from the world. It unsettles people. They don’t know what changed. But you do. The moment arrives. And you don’t…
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12th lord in 9th = Dreams sponsored by outer galaxies
The 12th lord in the 9th walks with questions. It doesn’t speak in facts. It speaks in fragments. In visions. In distant echoes. Life feels like déjà vu stretched across timelines. Like waking from sleep that never really ends. Dreams don’t stay in sleep. They bleed into waking. They don’t vanish. They point. To stars.…