Neptunian Enchantment: The Illusion of Left v Right

How Neptune in Pisces Split the World in Two, and How We Break the Spell

Nov 25, 2025

We’re living in a world where people can’t even agree on the shape of reality anymore, where ever headline feels like a battlefield, every conversation a minefield, every disagreement a full-blown identity crisis. Families split over news clips. Friendships end over hashtags. Entire nations feel like they’re tearing themselves in half over arguments that, not long ago, we could actually have without losing the plot or our humanity.

Young adults in their 20s and 30s don’t remember a time when it wasn’t like this. This is the world they grew up in - the soup they were cooked in - and the divisions of left and right feel to them like the natural order of things. As if democracy has always meant permanent war, permanent outrage, permanent fracture.

But it wasn’t always like this.

There was a time that those of us of a certain vintage can remember when we could all hear each other. When disagreement didn’t instantly mean danger. When politics wasn’t a blood-sport and “the other side” still felt like fellow citizens, not existential threats. We could argue, debate, roll our eyes, and still recognise that beneath the noise we were part of the same world, the same country, the same shared story.

And then… something shifted.

A fog rolled in. A strange, subtle, creeping haze that blurred the boundaries between truth and feeling, fact and belief, reality and projection. We didn’t notice it at first - nobody ever notices the moment the spell begins - but over time, the world divided into tribes of emotion, each convinced their version of the story was the only one that mattered.

That fog was Neptune in Pisces.

It dissolved the center. It amplified the extremes. It split us not just politically, but psychologically, into two warring dreamworlds with almost no shared language left between them.

But the thing about fog is that it never lasts.

The spell that pulled us apart is already breaking. The illusion is thinning. The world is waking up - blinking, squinting through the glare - as the mist begins to burn off. And as dense as the fog once was, it’s about to go paper-thin. We will see each other again. What has felt impossible for more than a decade is finally becoming real.

The spell is about to break, and when it does, perhaps - finally and at last - we will all find our way back to each other again….

This writing leans on the wisdom of planetary pattern recognition. If you’d like to know more - and why I don’t believe in astrology - read all about it HERE

Portions of this piece appeared in November 9 Weekly Wrap-Up

The World Before the Spell

It was January 23, 2007, in the chamber of the U.S. House of Representatives when President George W. Bush stepped to the rostrum, flanked by two faces that summed up the decade: Vice President Dick Cheney, stoic and pale, and beside him, for the first time in American history, a woman holding the Speaker’s gavel - Nancy Pelosi. It’s seems fitting to circle back to that moment given that this week Pelosi retired and Cheney passed away.

That historic night, the president adjusted his papers, glanced over his shoulder, and said with a grin, “Tonight, I have the high privilege and distinct honor of being the first president to begin the State of the Union message with these words: Madam Speaker.”

The room erupted. Democrats cheered, Republicans stood, and cameras flashed as the first woman to lead the People’s House was greeted by the man whose war she opposed - a Republican president welcoming a Democrat speaker, without any jabs or barbed words or veiled hostility.

Back then, America still remembered how to rise in unity when the moment required, not divide in partisanship over every issue. Yes, there were two sides of the aisle, but the chasm between them was still narrow enough that it was possible to reach across, and many frequently did. These were the early days after 9/11, when the nation was still unified - many opposing views jostling mostly homogeneously beneath one common flag.

Those were the days of Neptune in Aquarius.

Neptune is the planet of imagination, empathy, idealism, and illusion. Wherever Neptune goes, it dissolves boundaries; it melts the edges between people, ideas, and institutions. It can inspire unity or breed confusion, depending on whether we use its fog to dream or to delude.

Aquarius, on the other hand, rules the collective mind. It’s the sign of systems, science, networks, and humanity itself. It’s rational, reformist, and concerned with how the whole functions - the society, not just the self.

When Neptune passed through Aquarius from 1998 to 2012, we entered an era where emotion met intellect - a time when people could still see the bigger picture clearly. It was an age of shared ideals rather than tribal identities. Even when people disagreed, they still believed in the idea of “the common good.” There was faith in progress, in community, in the notion that humanity was evolving toward something better.

Back then, politics, even in disagreement, still had a kind of grace. It was under this sky that Barack Obama rode to power in November 2008 with a decisive majority - 69.5 million votes (53% of the total) carrying 28 states plus D.C., including traditional swing and even some Republican-leaning ones like Indiana, North Carolina, and Virginia. More than half the nation chose him and his vision of hope and change - a clear, broad mandate by modern U.S. standards.

But by 2011, towards the end of Obama’s first term, the mood began to fracture as Neptune drifted from the final degrees of Aquarius into Pisces, and the collective dream of progress started to splinter. The planet of idealism and illusion was leaving the realm of humanity and systems for the waters of feeling and faith. What once united people through shared ideals now began to divide them through personal belief. The air of reason gave way to the fog of conviction, and with it, the age of collective clarity dissolved into the age of confusion.

It was this transit that gave rise to Donald Trump, riding Neptune’s wave of Piscean illusion and delusion as it first began to swell.

Riding the Wave of Illusion

Back in 2011, Trump wasn’t a politician, but a performer, fresh off a decade as the star of the wildly successful reality show The Apprentice, where he turned the boardroom into a stage and the firing line into theater, presenting himself as a decisive mogul and master negotiator when, in truth, he was a failed businessman who had driven no fewer than six casino and hotel ventures into bankruptcy.

Through television, Trump discovered that if you broadcast confidence loudly enough, no one checks the books; image can become empire, and illusion can become identity, especially with Neptune moving into Pisces providing the exact cosmic weather needed for a culture to readily mistake performance for truth.

Though he had long been a registered Democrat, by 2011 Trump had renounced his allegiance and joined the Republican Party just in time to stoke the fires of a racist conspiracy that had been simmering since 2008 - the claim that Barack Obama was secretly born outside the United States and therefore ineligible to serve. The “birther” rumor had lived mostly on the far-right internet fringe until Neptune moved into the final degrees of Aquarius, edging toward Pisces, and Trump saw the wave of illusion forming, and rode it to power.

With ratings for his TV show slipping, he started flirting publicly with a 2012 presidential run to gin up attention - hardly a serious plan but more a ploy to give him a jolt of relevance, but it ended up stirring a loyal audience of right-wing supporters who saw him as a truth-teller, especially when he gave voice to their deep-seated belief that a Black president could not possibly be legitimate.

Trump began amplifying the rumor about Obama’s citizenship, not because he believed it, but because it worked. It got him airtime. He became the mouthpiece for millions whose prejudice was being stirred by Neptune’s drift from Aquarius into Pisces - a collective movement from shared ideals to emotional projection. He gave their resentment a voice, and they gave him their attention, loyalty, and increasingly blind devotion. In essence, he told them exactly what they wanted to hear, and in turn, they loved him for it.

On Good Morning America, he said he was “a little bit skeptical” that Obama was born in America. On The View, he told a national audience, “I want him to show his birth certificate. There’s something on it that he doesn’t like.” Cable news ate it up, his ratings soared and the story spread like wildfire.

Within months, it dominated headlines. The White House Press Room was consumed by questions about the conspiracy. Even as Obama’s team was orchestrating the covert capture and killing of Osama bin Laden - the terrorist who had masterminded the 9/11 attacks a decade earlier - they were forced to divert energy to refuting a baseless claim being amplified by a reality TV star.

On April 27, 2011, under immense pressure, Obama released his long-form birth certificate from the state of Hawaii - verified, final and undeniable. The matter should have ended there, but Trump, ever the showman, stepped to the microphone and, instead of admitting he was wrong, declared victory. “I’m really honored and proud that I was able to do something that nobody else could do,” he told reporters, as if the country’s first Black president were a contestant he’d just cornered in his made-for-TV boardroom.

That was the birth of Trump the politician, not through policy, but through provocation. He learned that outrage could be monetized, that lies could trend, and that millions would follow a man who gave voice to their suspicion rather than their hope.

The birther conspiracy wasn’t a political strategy. It was a mirror held up to America’s subconscious. It revealed what Neptune in Pisces was about to unleash over the course of the coming decade as the nation entered an era of emotion over evidence, identity over integrity, and narrative over truth.

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When Facts Fell and Feelings Ruled

By the end of 2012, Neptune had fully settled into Pisces, pulling the collective tide away from the shared ideals that once allowed a Republican president to welcome a Democratic speaker and a nation to elect its first Black leader, and into an era of idealistic delusion, where belief began to outrun truth. The world dissolved into an age of illusion and emotional absolutism, where people chose feelings over facts.

That December, when a gunman opened fire at Sandy Hook Elementary School, killing twenty children and six adults, the shift became unmistakable. Within days, right-wing agitators like Alex Jones began spreading a new and monstrous claim - that the massacre was a hoax, the children were actors and the parents were paid. It was hardly the first school shooting, but somehow with this one, the outrageous claim was bought into by millions as conspiracy replaced compassion and Neptune’s Piscean fog thickened.

But the delusion wasn’t confined to one side of politics. As the right drowned in paranoia, the left drifted into its own form of idealism. The once-unifying dream of a color-blind society - the rallying cry since the 1960s civil-rights era - began to morph under Neptune’s Piscean spell, and the pursuit of equality became an obsession with identity. “Color-blind” gave way to “color-aware.” Corporations, universities, and institutions began crafting Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion initiatives meant to ensure representation for all - a noble aim that, in its extreme, hardened into ideology. Identity became currency in a world where belonging required labels.

It was under these skies that “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” - the U.S. military policy that barred openly gay, lesbian, or bisexual people from serving, but also blocked officials from inquiring about sexuality - was finally repealed, allowing LGBTQ+ Americans to serve openly for the first time. But as one closet door opened, another kind of expectation emerged. The long-held belief that identity was private - nobody’s business - flipped almost overnight, and suddenly identity became everyone’s business. What had once been forbidden to ask about became socially mandatory to declare.

People began proudly listing pronouns on social media profiles and email footers, some adopting new or fluid forms that challenged language itself. The concept of gender expanded beyond two fixed points - male and female - into an open spectrum, while sexuality followed suit, splintering into infinite expressions. Critics called it “woke ideology,” but beneath the headlines, it was really Neptune in Pisces doing what Neptune always does - dissolving boundaries, blurring definitions, and pulling humanity toward the far edges of its own ideals.

Sanders vs Clinton vs Trump vs Neptune

The fog of Neptune in Pisces - where the left leaned more to the left while the right pulled hard to the right - created the perfect environment for a conman like Trump to rise to power.

By the 2016 presidential election that pitted Hilary Clinton against Donald Trump, people on both sides of the aisle largely abandoned fundamental truth and instead cleaved only to facts that matched their feelings. The truth was that both candidates were flawed - Hillary carried decades of political baggage from a lifetime in the public eye that made her a hard sell for anyone craving authenticity, while Trump weaponized that same distrust, presenting himself as an outsider even as his empire was built on debt, deceit, and reality television illusion.

On the road to the election, Hillary Clinton had essentially thumbed the scales during the 2015 primaries by signing a Joint Fundraising Agreement that gave her early control over the DNC’s finances, staffing, and messaging, effectively merging her campaign with the party machine months before the first vote was cast. The fierce contest for the Democratic nomination between herself and Senator Bernie Sanders became blatantly unfair, as debates were scheduled on low-viewership weekends and debate questions were leaked to her team in advance. In the end, the party machine crowned Clinton, despite the fact Sanders had out-fundraised her, bringing in a record-breaking $228 million in grassroots donations, most of it from small donors and without a single super PAC dime. Left-leaning voters, lost in a Piscean fog of Neptunian idealism, blindly rode the Clinton train straight into historic defeat.

On the right, the same illusion took hold, but for them, with winning effect. Republican voters turned a blind eye to behaviour from Trump that would once have disqualified any conservative nominee but now served to them as proof of authenticity. When Trump was caught on a hot mic bragging about sexual assault - “grab them by the p***y” because “when you’re a star they let you do it” - his supporters barely flinched. Wrapped in a Neptunian haze of grievance and nostalgia, they cheered him on as the anti-establishment hero who “said what everyone was thinking.”

And so the decade of delusion was set: the once-religious right became a refuge for men behaving badly, while the moral zeal of the left hardened into emotional absolutism, where even words and feelings could be framed as violence. Under Neptune in Pisces, both sides became drunk on their own myths - mirror images in the same fog, different illusions under the same spell.

The age of shared ideals was gone, replaced by tribes of feeling convinced only their truth was real.

The Fever of Faith and Fury

Trump’s election in 2016 didn’t heal the divide - it deepened it. Both sides, trapped in their own Piscean-clouded reflections, doubled down on belief. Republicans drifted further into conspiracy - embracing QAnon, nativism, the cult of Trumpism and Fox News - while Democrats charged into moral crusade, rallying behind the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements; a long-overdue reckoning for the likes of Harvey Weinstein and Jeffrey Epstein, and clearly a reaction to the election of Trump.

But as the wave of righteous outrage built, justice blurred into zeal. The rallying cry of “all victims must be believed” began to eclipse the principle of “innocent until proven guilty.” In the heat of moral certainty, accusation became conviction, and reputations could be annihilated in a tweet. Progress devoured process, and a new kind of shoot-first justice took shape - swift, emotional, and absolute.

Under Neptune’s Piscean fog, both sides distorted purity: the left weaponised it, the right abandoned it. Cancel culture on one side, cult culture on the other - two extremes of the same illusion, each convinced they alone held the truth.

The Piscean Pandemic

Then came 2020, and with it, a global pandemic that plunged an already disoriented world deeper into Neptune’s Piscean haze.

Suddenly, nobody could agree on what was true and what wasn’t. Half the world clung to safety rituals with religious fervour - scrubbing groceries, masking outdoors, and isolating for months, convinced that endless caution was the only moral path - while the other half revolted by scorning masks, mocking lockdowns, and rejecting vaccines as plots or poisons.

Facts fractured into tribes; science became scripture for some, heresy for others. The pandemic wasn’t just a public-health crisis - it was the moment that truth itself went viral and died of exhaustion, while new prophets emerged from both poles of blind belief.

On the right, politicians like Marjorie Taylor Greene and Nancy Mace found fame through outrage, while influencers like Joe Rogan, Tucker Carlson, Charlie Kirk, Andrew Tate, Candace Owens, Jordan Peterson, Russell Brand, Ben Shapiro, and Elon Musk rose to their zenith - each selling conviction in an age allergic to doubt.

On the left, movements like Black Lives Matter surged after the killing of George Floyd, demanding long-denied justice for systemic brutality, yet even that noble uprising was soon blurred by Neptune’s Piscean mist - righteous fury mingling with chaos, moral clarity dissolving into moral absolutism, as the burning of buildings was rationalised as purification by fire.

The Myopia of Madness

The fever reached its peak on January 6, 2021, when a mob of Trump’s faithful stormed the U.S. Capitol, violently assaulting police officers, breaking windows, trashing offices and even smearing faeces on the walls. It’s hard to look at it now as anything other than a moment of sheer and utter madness, but at the time (and even still today) many Republicans talked it away as a group of peaceful protesters taking a lively tour. Police and civilians alike were killed - it was anything but peaceful - and it should have been the end of Trump then and there, but somehow he lived to fight another day, bouyed by the support of his followers still lost in Neptune’s Piscean fog.

As Joe Biden took the nation’s reins, both sides stumbled deeper into the mist and reality itself became optional. The right talked away Trump’s 34 felony convictions for business fraud as a witch hunt and shrugged when a raid on Mar-a-Lago exposed classified documents piled in his bathroom. The left, meanwhile, rationalised Joe Biden’s visible cognitive decline, insisting it was mere age or media manipulation, until denial collapsed under its own weight. And when the party quietly anointed Kamala Harris as the 2024 Democratic nominee without a single primary vote, they did what they always accuse the other side of doing: traded democracy for convenience, illusion for integrity, and, once again, marched toward their own undoing.

The 2024 election that returned Donald Trump to power was held in the thick of the Neptune-in-Pisces illusion, with 77 million Americans somehow deciding that electing a convicted felon, known conman, and failed businessman who’d clearly incited an insurrection would be the solution to the nation’s growing list of problems.

But decisions made in the thick of a Neptune/Pisces fog hold only as long as the fog does, which is why this year, as Neptune briefly drifted into Aries before slipping back into the final degrees of Pisces, we saw - for the first time in over a decade - Trump’s magic begin to wane as the illusion around him started to crack.

When the Dream Meets the Flame

In April this year, Neptune left the sign of Pisces - where it’s been since 2012 - and dipped into the first degrees of the sign of Aries.

Pisces was the dream that ruled the age of illusion, empathy, escapism, and collective feeling we’ve lived through underwater this last thirteen years. But Aries is not water - it’s fire - and when Neptune slides into that sign, the dream world catches flame and the fog burns away. What was hidden in emotion gets exposed in action. Where Pisces dreams, Aries acts - illusion meets friction, belief meets consequence, and the world wakes up to what it actually did while it was asleep.

It doesn’t bring instant clarity, but combustion, demanding direction from the passions that once fed delusion. Under Neptune in Aries, the empathy that once numbed us becomes the fuel for confrontation, as the collective asks not “What do I feel?” but “What will I fight for?”

In April this year, the Arian fire that clears the Piscean fog began to slowly burn, offering us the first signs that the world was starting to wake from the dream.

Many on the left who just a year earlier wouldn’t have heard a bad word spoken about Joe Biden came to openly accept that his team wilfully hid his decline from the public, and admit that his decision to run for a second term is what handed Trump his.

Many on the right who voted for Trump in 2016, 2020 and 2024 had a sudden change of heart as his second term antics began tearing at the fabric of American democracy. Voters who’d stayed loyal through years of open corruption, grifting, and illegality suddenly awoke mid year, as he gutted the federal government and sought to suppress the Epstein files he promised to release. Trump’s approval rating has never been as high as the presidents who came before him, but as Neptune dipped into Aries, it sank to an all-time low, with less than 40% of the country expressing support for his second presidency.

When the Spell Breaks

While these past few months with Neptune testing the early Arian flickers have offered a glimpse of what the next decade will demand - truth over fantasy, clarity over comfort - for now, Neptune has drifted back into the final degrees of Pisces, hovering at the edge of illusion until early next year, when it will begin its full thirteen-year march through Aries.

Just as Trump rose to power on a wave of delusion when Neptune was fading out of Aquarius in 2011, he now faces the mirror image of that moment. As Neptune finishes its time in Pisces, the fog that built him begins to thin, and once it enters Aries early next year, that mirage will burn away completely.

But what’s coming isn’t just an all new Aries flavoured Neptune - we are hurtling towards an unprecedented astrological alignment, being shepherded by a series of never before seen celestial events, that together will change the face of reality, flip the table and reset the board.

Over the coming months, a whole new game is about to begin.

The Genesis Reset

Neptune strides into Aries next January, and by February it will be met by Saturn at 0° - the first spark of the first sign. That’s structure meeting spirit and form meeting fire - the planetary equivalent of the Big Bang, where the laws of reality collide with the dreams that tried to rewrite them.

This is the Genesis Reset - a conjunction unseen in recorded history - and it will slam shut the gates of illusion. Those who built their empires on fantasy, fear, and fame will find the bridge to the new world out of reach. This is where the curtain falls on Trump and his court - the whole troupe of sycophants will be sent staggering offstage under the weight of their own mythology. History won’t applaud; it will turn the page.

But this isn’t just America’s reckoning. It’s planetary, and the stars map the terrain.

In Britain, Keir Starmer takes a karmic bruise; not fatal, but humbling. King Charles becomes the caretaker of a fading crown as Prince William prepares to step into a monarchy that no longer believes in itself. London’s Trump-lite agitator, Nigel Farage, will keep shouting into the wind, but the echo will finally die.

In Israel, Netanyahu’s bill comes due. The illusion of invincibility fractures, and the mirror of fear he built his rule upon shatters. As the fog clears, Palestine begins a long, painful rebirth - a nation shifting from survival to sovereignty.

In Russia, Putin remains upright but hollowed, as his throne trembles beneath him. While his empire rots faster than it can repaint itself, out of the rubble, Ukraine’s scarred generation begins to rebuild, forging identity from endurance.

The great machinery of illusion is grinding to a halt. We are months from the ignition point, but the current is already in the wires. The American elections this week were only the first spark; the charge is building.

These next months will move fast - systems unravelling, truths erupting, the old gods of politics and power stripped of costume. The world will not end, but it will molt.

These coming months will not be business as usual. There will be nothing normal about them. As unheard of as what’s happening in the skies right now is, what we will see play out on Earth in the days ahead will be equally unbelievable. Power that we thought was unbreakable will disintegrate rapidly. Systems that we thought were infallible will crumble before our eyes. Everything that was not built to hold truth will face the fire of the Sun and burn up in its glow. Everyone who’s been living out of integrity will be dragged into the light of truth.

The exposure is now unavoidable. The universe is burning off illusion at every level, clearing the field for February’s reset, when Saturn and Neptune meet at the first degree of Aries and reality itself reboots. The light that’s hitting us now is preparation - an energetic calibration for truth. By the time that conjunction arrives, what can’t align with integrity will be gone.

Only what is real will remain.

The Frequency of Truth

This coming reset won’t bring instant peace, but immense upheaval. For a world built on falsehood, the restoration of the frequency of truth will trigger unmitigated chaos. For a world built on lies, the blazing truth will feel like unbridled calamity.

Think of your own life - how often you adjust yourself to accommodate someone else, stepping out of your truth to avoid disharmony. We’ve been trained to change our frequency to create harmony with others - to sing a false note just to keep the chord sounding sweet.

But when the false note is no longer singable, all that’s left is dissonance. Chords that once sounded beautiful will suddenly turn unbearable. Relationships that once fit like a glove will start to strangle. Institutions that once sang of justice while secretly humming control will fall silent. People who claimed to lead for the people while ruling for power will topple as the frequency they built their power on collapses beneath them.

That’s what’s coming.
That’s what’s happening now.

We are not walking into a time of peace but an age of revelation.

The lights of our own hearts are about to be activated and switched on after centuries of darkness, and in that blinding light we will see ourselves clearly, and whatever mess we have made. It’s like Jack Nicholson’s line in A Few Good Men: “You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth.”

At first, many won’t be able to handle it at all. For those unfamiliar with the pure frequency of radiant truth, it will feel like fire. For some - like Trump - it will be devastating, a total implosion. But that’s how the board resets: through collapse, combustion, and the clearing of every false foundation.

Things will fall apart at first, but only to make room for what’s real to rise. I don’t say any of this to trigger you into fear - quite the opposite. Fear is the frequency that’s collapsing - there is no point in anchoring there.

The only secure place to drop your anchor now is in the frequency of love and truth. That’s where to stabilise now. Everything else is due to collapse. The only safe place is the where true safety has always been - in our hearts, in the energy of love.

No more adjusting to stay comfortable.
No more stepping out of truth to keep the peace.
Practice the frequency now, even if it hurts.

The fire of truth burns away everything that’s false, and for many of us right now, there’s a lot that must burn. For some, the light will be too bright - the mess too much to face. Those who thrive in what comes next will be the ones who have mastered the art of living in the light of unshakable truth.

For them, this collapse won’t feel like collapse at all.
It will feel like justice.
It will feel like deliverance.
It will feel like the world finally coming into tune,
with a music you can’t help but dance to.

Right now, you get to choose. Are you planting your feet in the world that’s dying,
or setting up camp in the one that’s being born? Are you tuned to the frequency of what’s collapsing, or the one that’s rising to stay?

The choice is yours.
The moment is now.
Let truth burn through all that must.

We are not watching the world end.
We are watching it remember itself.

What’s ahead is not doom but deliverance, and we are not here by accident.
We chose to stand at this threshold - to be the bridge between worlds.

So as we walk this road together, through the ashes of the old world, may we call the new one forth not with weapons or words, but with open hearts. May we release all fear and anchor ourselves in love as we face this storm, this fire, and this reckoning, and walk together toward the dawn of a new day.

My intention in my writing is to lessen the climate of fear around world events by offering clarity and cosmic context for what’s unfolding; to bring context to the chaos. I believe our highest calling right now is to anchor in the vibration of love & truth and call in a more beautiful world, and to do that, we must lean out of fear. I hope you read this with an open, uplifted heart.