Tag: Unknown Enemies Astrology
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Jupiter combust = You gave wisdom. They gave backhanded shade
When Jupiter is combust, it fades. Its voice dims. Its fire hides. Wisdom turns quiet, almost invisible. You speak, but they look away. They listen, but don’t respond fully. You feel the air shift. Kindness returns as cold distance. Truth becomes hard for them. You meant well. They flinched anyway. Your light unsettles their shadows.…
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12th lord active? Your peace makes them restless
When the 12th lord moves, something fades. Not loudly. Not in chaos. Just a slow, quiet drift. You feel less drawn to noise. Less pulled by praise. You stop explaining yourself. You stop reacting. And that quiet, that stillness—it unsettles people. They don’t understand why you aren’t rushing. Why you don’t care to win. Your…
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Shani in the 3rd? That sibling rivalry isn’t just vibes
Shani in the 3rd sits quietly. It waits inside unspoken moments. The pause before a response. The sigh after a sentence ends. It’s tension with no clear source. A chill between close relatives. A sibling’s glance that lingers too long. You grew up beside someone distant. They were there—but not truly. The 3rd house speaks…
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6th lord retro? You forgive. They reload
When the 6th house lord turns retrograde, things don’t break — they bend in silence. You think the issue is over. But it lingers. You try again. So do they. Not to connect — but to repeat. It comes back as a familiar sting. Different face. Same ache. You forgive. They reload. Always one step…
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Moola Moon? You sense shade before it hits
A Moon in Moola doesn’t rest easy. It watches. It waits. It knows when something isn’t right — long before anyone speaks. This Moon doesn’t need proof. It feels the shift. A glance that lingers. A silence too sharp. Something inside whispers, not safe. Moola, ruled by Ketu, doesn’t care for surface stories. It pulls…
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Rahu in Bharani = Enemies? Born with them
Rahu in Bharani feels like shadows. Shapes flicker, but never stay. Something hides just beyond sight. A presence lingers, unnamed and unclear. It feels like watching from water. Nothing is solid. Truth feels slippery. Bharani brings birth and endings both. It holds pain, quiet and deep. Rahu stretches that pain outward. It makes small things…