Astrology Is Alchemy Of The Soul

There are certain things in life that don’t arrive with a knock. They appear in moments of ache, in the stillness between chaos and clarity.

For me, astrology wasn’t something I found. It was something that found me softly and powerfully while Pluto was moving through my first house in Capricorn, pulling me into the underworld of my own becoming.

I watched myself break. I watched myself rise. Again. And again.

It asked me to die a thousand invisible deaths. To shed skins I thought were mine. To grieve futures that would never arrive. To look in the mirror and meet the truth of who I really was.

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