Dear friends,
This week, it’s ten years to the day since Trump was first elected. Ten years of a voice that filled every room it walked into, of law firms and universities and senators going quiet whenever it rose, of a whole world learning to flinch. But since last week’s vote took both houses of Congress away from him, the flinching is gone. He still has the office and the pen, but the fear that made the room go quiet when he walked in went out with the vote.
Halfway across the world, Netanyahu is facing a similar reckoning. Israel’s election has left nobody with a majority, and on Saturday night, after the better part of two decades at the top, he was passed over: Israel’s president handed the mandate to form a government to his rival, Gadi Eisenkot. He’s still prime minister until Eisenkot can build one, but the throne room has already turned to look at someone else.
Two men who’ve spent years looking far bigger than they are, and suddenly the world can see them for what they always were: men behind a curtain, pulling levers and hoping nobody looks too closely.
The sky above is telling the whole story, choosing this exact week to turn two planets around at once. At the end of the week, Mercury, the trickster, and Venus, the planet of what we value, both stop and turn forward within hours of each other, a double turn most of us have never lived through. At the same time Jupiter, the planet that makes everything bigger, closes in on the one spot in the sky Trump and Netanyahu share. Both men were born with Mars, the planet of the fight, in the same degree of Leo, the sign of the king, within a hair of each other.
This week lights a fuse that runs through the end of the year. There’s a loud stretch ahead of us, and there’s no point pretending otherwise. A king who’s lost his magic still has his levers, and he’ll pull them, but the thunder lands differently once we’ve seen who’s making it, and the sky has laid the whole road out for us.
Below, I’ve mapped the week day by day according to the sky, and followed the fuse all the way to Christmas: what Venus turning on the face of Israel’s chart means for Eisenkot’s chances, and the dates Netanyahu will fight hardest to stop him; the squeeze closing on Trump this week; what the sky says about Stephen Miller, the new man at the gate; what comes out of the Abu Dhabi talks for Ukraine and Russia; and where Iran’s ceasefire sits under this sky.
Closer to home, this is the week to finally say what we’ve been weighing up, in a relationship, a job, a version of ourselves. If you were born roughly between the 10th and the 18th of October, April, July or January, Venus’s turn this week lands on you hardest, and if your birthday falls in the last week or so of any of those months, Mercury’s turn is yours. I’ll show you below the way to read how it lands on your chart.
The map for the road ahead is inside.
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