No Kings: The People v. An American Tyrant
Two hundred and fifty years after 1776, the revolution begins again - not with muskets, but with peace. A nation born in rebellion remembers its oldest truth: the power belongs to the people.
Since Donald Trump returned to power ten months ago, he’s taken to the American presidency like a wrecking ball - smashing norms, ignoring laws, terrorising citizens, setting the military on the people he was elected to serve, committing unlawful mass killings in the Caribbean Sea, tanking the economy with reckless tariff wars, desecrating the people’s house, and tilting justice as if he were a king above the law.
But America has no king. It was founded in 1776 in defiance of a tyrant, and yet now, 250 years later, it unravels at the hands of another.
On Trump’s merry jaunt to trample the Constitution in an effort to seize unlimited power, institution after institution has caved when it should have held. The mainstream media has largely capitulated, self-censoring after paying out millions in Trump’s shakedown lawsuits. Republicans in Congress - the people’s house - have surrendered nearly all authority, while the Senate fumbles in silence. Government agencies, gutted and purged, have been overthrown from within. The courts appear to be holding, but barely, and even they seem too timid to rein in a rogue president before he wrecks the republic.
But through it all, there has been one institution Trump has not been able to overthrow - not entirely. It’s the oldest one in the land - the people.
Trump has tried valiantly to wrest America’s crown from its rightful owners - the people - but this weekend, the jig is up. This Saturday, on October 18, as citizens gather across the nation for the No Kings March, the people will rise to take back their crown.
Organisers anticipate it will be the largest protest march in American history, as millions are expected to turn out to protest a rogue president and a reckless administration. But some fear for their safety in a climate where officials threaten retribution against those who peacefully protest. Others worry about potential blow back, or possible violence, and many wonder what’s the point - Trump’s already brought the nation to its knees, surely it’s too late to win it back.
But the stars speak loudly right now, and not in favor of any king or tyrant. A cosmic light shines down upon the United States this weekend, warning those who would seek to overthrow the will of the people that their political days are numbered.
As the empire trembles, the stars above write a different story - one where the people remember their power, and reclaim their crown.
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
The Head That Wears the Crown
Trump scraped back into power for a second term with barely 49% of the vote - a presidency without a mandate - and his popularity with the American people has cratered ever since. By firing workers, shutting down the government, driving up costs, bankrupting farmers, and breaking every election promise from lowering living costs to releasing the Epstein files, he hasn’t ingratiated himself to the people he’s supposed to be serving - he’s turned them off in droves.
Today, he stands as the least popular president in modern history by a mile, and this weekend, he is about to find out exactly how unpopular he is when the American people take to the streets in what is likely to become a day our great grandchildren will learn about in school.
This Saturday, on October 18, as citizens gather across the nation for the No Kings March, in the heavens, the stars themselves align for the people, not the palace. In the U.S. chart, Jupiter and Mercury join hands - amplifying the people’s voice into something far greater than politics. It’s literally the 1776 energy reborn. Mercury is “We the People.” Jupiter is the megaphone. Meanwhile, Neptune hums beside the Moon, reminding us that compassion, not combat, is what actually topples empires.
Saturday isn’t a day for fists - it’s a day for feet planted in peace as the cosmos itself whispers: No kings. No crowns. No tyrants. Only us.
A Confession of Fear
With supporters peeling away, the economy in free fall, the government shut down, and the president’s health and popularity collapsing, this weekend’s No Kings March is being met with panic disguised as patriotism from Republican leaders.
Speaker Mike Johnson slammed the planned protest, calling it “a hate-America rally” and warning it would draw “the pro-Hamas wing” and “the Antifa people.”
The No Kings movement began as counter-programming to Trump’s June military parade, swelling into the largest coordinated protest against his rule since his return to the Oval Office. That first march was overwhelmingly peaceful - tens of thousands standing in silence with signs that read No Kings. No Crowns. No Tyrants.
Organizers of this weekend’s march brushed off Johnson’s smear, saying, “Speaker Johnson is running out of excuses for keeping the government shut down. Instead of reopening the government, preserving healthcare, or lowering costs for working families, he’s attacking millions of Americans who are peacefully coming together to say that America belongs to its people, not to kings.”
The backlash from Republican leaders isn’t a show of strength - it’s a confession of fear. They know that if millions take to the streets, the illusion cracks. The cameras will see it, the world will see it, and no amount of bluster will be able to hide what’s already plain to everyone else: the people are done kneeling.
There are over 300 million Americans - the Trump regime is well outnumbered, way out-hearted, and running out of time. In this tug-of-war for America’s crown, the stars say it is the people who eventually prevail.
This weekend, the heavens favor the people, not the crown.
The Coming Reckoning
Though they may bluster and convey confidence, Team Trump know the sky has turned against them.
This weekend, Uranus squares Stephen Miller’s Sun, detonating his ego and identity in full public view - the propagandist meeting his own rebellion. His chart reads like a controlled demolition: power games meeting paranoia, rage outpacing reason, and allies peeling away.
Russ Vought, the self-anointed architect of Project 2025, has a chart this weekend showing the classic signature of overreach - the zealot who confuses destruction with destiny. His own words blur reality under a Neptune–Mercury fog, while Mars–Uranus volatility makes him the loudest arsonist in the room, screaming for control as it slips through his fingers.
Pete Hegseth, who staged his generals’ summit under the guise of “patriotism,” faces his own reckoning: his chart shows the karmic signature of exposure. What looked like strength now curdles into suspicion. Pluto trines his public point even as Neptune clouds it, meaning the power grab backfires; the empire smells of fear.
Pam Bondi’s chart shows the mask slipping. Neptune sits square her Sun - the aspect of moral fog - and Pluto presses her Venus, pulling hidden loyalties and compromised deals into daylight. What she’s built on charm turns to quicksand: old favors surface, alliances rot, and every courtroom victory starts to smell of guilt.
J.D. Vance, meanwhile, burns bright and shallow. His Jupiter–Mars charisma gives him the microphone, but the same Neptune squares that haunt the rest of the regime haunt him too. He’s the opportunist surfing a dying tide, mistaking the crowd’s roar for loyalty when it’s really the sound of collapse.
And at the center of it all, Trump himself is drowning in the same undertow. His October sky screams humiliation and exposure - Lilith shadows, fog, and fatigue - the king undone not by rebellion but by reflection. His empire isn’t being toppled from without; it’s imploding from within.
Those in the Trump administration are afraid of this march because for the first time, the power they tried to monopolize isn’t in their hands - it’s in the people’s frequency. The sky no longer protects the palace; it amplifies the crowd. What’s coming isn’t chaos. It’s correction.
And what they fear most isn’t this weekend - it’s what follows. These coming months mark the great unmasking - December’s light exposes what power tried to hide, when buried scandals resurface and the shadows they’ve kept sealed start leaking into daylight. By February, as Saturn and Neptune unite at the zero point of Aries, the illusion collapses completely.
The world that Trump built on spectacle and fear won’t survive the coming transits - not because anyone destroys it, but because nothing false can stand when truth takes form.
A Revolution of Restraint
As people prepare to gather this weekend, and rage simmers across America in response to a rogue president, it’s tempting to meet Trump’s fire with our own - to shout, to strike, to fight. But the real revolution doesn’t come through rage; it comes through restraint.
History’s greatest revolutions were never led by those who screamed the loudest - they were led by those who refused to scream at all.
Gandhi didn’t need an army; he had integrity. He didn’t need bombs; he had truth. While the British Empire controlled the weapons, he controlled the weather - his silence was thunder, his fasting was fire, his stillness a storm that reshaped the world. His victory wasn’t measured in battles won, but in the moment his oppressors saw that his soul was untouchable. That’s the power of nonviolence - it doesn’t defeat the tyrant, it reveals him.
As Trump’s world rattles and roars, the temptation is to fight him on his own frequency - to shout, to rage, to trade insult for insult. But his empire is built from those frequencies; they are the oxygen that keep it burning. The real rebellion is to take that oxygen away - to go silent where he shouts, to stand where he shoves, to root where he rages.
Because love, when it’s anchored, is more immovable than hate.
Gandhi called it satyagraha - the force of truth. It doesn’t conquer by violence; it transforms by vibration. It’s the same current that carried Martin Luther King Jr., that toppled apartheid, that tore down walls. And it’s stirring again now, in every person who knows that democracy isn’t defended by rage - it’s held by those who still believe in grace.
Tyrants often mistake that kind of calm for weakness. They think whoever isn’t shouting must be scared because they’ve never met the kind of power that moves without noise. They’ve never met the kind of people who stand in the street not to burn it down but to reclaim it. That’s the energy needed now - not fury, but frequency. Not chaos, but coherence.
We, The People, Call Upon the Ancestors
Even if you are not able to take to the streets this weekend, you can still stand in solidarity energetically. Not everything is about what we do - all action is really just the outworking of intention. Our power isn’t only in physical movement, but in energetic alignment.
While those who seek to take power operate in bold gestures, there’s a deeper magic no tyrant has ever mastered: the magic of love, the power of peace, the strength of stillness.
Wherever you are this weekend - in a march, or in the quiet of your own home - anchor yourself in that kind of magic. You can choose to stand rooted in the divine power of love. Descending into fear or fury or hate or violence is how the tyrant wins. Do not let him win. Wield the magic he cannot.
Though lately many have forgotten, Americans are good at weaving that kind of magic - it’s in the nation’s DNA. Peaceful protest - wether in the streets in person, or at home energetically - is about as American as you can get, but it’s also ancient, something borrowed from the ancestors but perfected in modern times, as American as apple pie or baseball or hot dogs. That’s what’s needed this weekend - a revolution of peace and love to stand against a regime built on fear and hate.
This weekend, we summon all the ancestors - the spirit of Gandhi, the determination of Martin Luther King Jr, the courage of Joan of Arc, the resilience of Nelson Mandela, the faith of Rosa Parks, the fire of Václav Havel, the grace of the Dalai Lama, and the unyielding light of Malala Yousafzai.
We call on the mothers who buried sons and still chose mercy. The monks who faced rifles with chants. The students who stood before tanks with nothing but trembling hands and conviction. The whistleblowers who told the truth even when the truth cost them everything.
These are the ones we summon now - the keepers of calm in the storm, the bearers of light in the dark, the quiet architects of every freedom we still have.
This weekend, may their courage move through us.
May we rise without rage.
May we stand firm without fists.
May we remind the world that peace is not passive - it’s power perfected.
As the tyrants stomp and threaten, my we hold our ground in peace and love; love of country, love of truth, love of fairness, love of justice. Let that be our protest. Let that be our weapon.
Because love doesn’t fight - it stands.
Love doesn’t rage - it holds the line.
Love doesn’t blast off - it anchors.
This is a weekend to remember the most radical truth of all: Peace is not the absence of power - it’s the mastery of it.
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.
Thank you! So inspiring. "Peace is not the absence of power-it's the mastery of it." You are absolutely correct. I wish that everyone could read this before the protest. Powerful!
Such an important post before Saturday, truly inspiring! Thank you