Tomorrow the New Moon in Sagittarius falls precisely at the Galactic Center. The place where all laws cease to apply. Truths bend like spoons in The Matrix, and the black hole swallows everything without mercy. It might even burp at the Moon\u2019s unfulfilled dreams and feel a little queasy from that Sagittarian na\u00efvet\u00e9 that \u201ceverything will be fine in the end.\u201d From the black hole\u2019s perspective, it\u2019s practically a crime to be so uninformed\u2014to sleep through the void, or stuff it full at any cost, gorging on cakes, stealing kids\u2019 gummy bears, drowning in alcohol, convincing yourself you\u2019re not alone just to lift your head off the pillow around noon. We fill 5TB external drives with photos and videos, and it\u2019s never enough\u2014there\u2019s always more space to cram, because we need it to never be enough: not love, not life, not experiences, not sleep, not desires\u2026 It can be better, there can be more, there\u2019s room, give give give\u2026<\/p>\n
Ask me how I know.
\nMy Venus\u2014ruler of my Ascendant\u2014sits natally right there, to the minute, at 26\u00b050′ Sagittarius.
\nThat\u2019s not a placement\u2014it\u2019s a curse and a blessing at once.<\/p>\n
Gravitational collapse pulls everything in, carries it away; everything vanishes forever. As if it never happened, as if nothing and never. In my life, it\u2019s the mouth of a container into which I toss everything I love. Memories I cherish, that awaken tenderness, love, warmth in my soul\u2014nothing compares to the ecstasy when the vacuum irreversibly sucks them in. My favorite button isn\u2019t \u201cDelete\u201d but \u201cDelete Forever.\u201d Because only then does transformation begin, and new birth. The eternal process: from nothing comes everything, and everything returns to nothing\u2026<\/p>\n
My transformations arrive unannounced, without self-work, just like waking up in some parallel universe from Interstellar. I might look around for Nolan to check if I\u2019ve ended up in his film, because nothing here feels truly real.
\nFor me, the real is the inexplicable, while this \u201creal\u201d here is over before it even begins. My entire life.<\/p>\n
But wait\u2014no! I\u2019m not exaggerating! Though that\u2019s something I repeat most often precisely because of this Venus placement\u2014and despite hiding how much I\u2019m capable of, downplaying how much of me there is, never telling everything, because people would think it impossible. This time I\u2019m really not exaggerating, because listen: the light reaching us from those points in the sky we call stars isn\u2019t the star, nor light. The star died long ago. It\u2019s just the echo of a supernova that exploded perhaps while dinosaurs still roamed the Earth! That\u2019s what planets at the Galactic Center see and know. Everything has already ended, and we\u2019re not here as incarnation but as echo. We are echoes\u2026 We think we\u2019re alive, but we\u2019re not. Yet we haven\u2019t died in the way we fear either. It\u2019s a different kind of dying. Commercial. Like everything here, after all.<\/p>\n
And it\u2019s handy to ignore the void we\u2019re made of and float in. That\u2019s why we have to lie. To ourselves, to others.
\nWe lie to exist\u2014that\u2019s the whole point.
\nThat\u2019s why we need each other: to sustain the illusion that we exist.
\nSaturn and Neptune are now stripping away that illusion, masks are tearing, shadows breaking through, true faces emerging\u2014but only so we can forge new ones. In Aries\u2014of titanium, just in case. Who dares live without a mask? Or a role?
\nWhoever seeks life without illusion hasn\u2019t understood life. Yet in Aries we\u2019ll believe even that is possible! To be ordinary, neither great nor special\u2014just sufficient, an ordinary human. Maybe that too is the world\u2019s new mask? Like the fool or the joker. No one takes him seriously; the fool doesn\u2019t end on the guillotine because an ordinary man spoke the truth.<\/p>\n
And we who breathe at the Galactic Center, in the vacuum of the black hole\u2014it\u2019s the same force that gifted us (now comes the blessing part) to download texts like this one directly from there, as I\u2019ve done with every one before. That charisma the black hole uses to draw everything to itself\u2014so wherever I am, there you are too. And again, exaggerating! Nonsense!<\/p>\n
So, my dear nonexistent echo-glimmers, tomorrow\u2019s New Moon at the Galactic Center is your wake-up call.
\nNot to stop lying. But to stop believing the lies that keep you \u201calive.\u201d<\/p>\n
They\u2019ve worn out. New \u201ctruths\u201d are needed. Because the black hole doesn\u2019t swallow to destroy. It swallows to birth the new.
\nTomorrow you can become a new star if you stop fearing the void and start loving it.
\nTo create from the void, live in it, love in it.
\nThat\u2019s the only way I know how.<\/p>\n
\nBECAUSE THE VOID IS NOT THE END.
\nTHE VOID IS NOT \u201cNOTHING.\u201d
\nTHE VOID IS\u2014S P A C E
\nFOR EVERYTHING YET TO BE BORN.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nOr you can remain an echo and miss another supernova.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s why both the New Moon and the squares piling up with Saturn\/Neptune at the end of Pisces are saying everything has faded, and repeating it only washes out the colors; we\u2019re tired of lying anymore, tired of pretending this is \u201clife,\u201d tired of fooling ourselves. So the weeks ahead until early January are like an enchanted labyrinth with no exit\u2014except to accept that the labyrinth doesn\u2019t exist. That we invented it ourselves.<\/p>\n