Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: Ancient Wounds, Thanks Given, & the Rising Rupture
War Crimes, Kremlin Leaks, Meltdowns, Eruptions & a President Unraveling: The Week That Was November 23–29, 2025
This week hit like a pressure cooker about to snap its lock - secrets bubbling up, propaganda backfiring, wars flaring, corruption leaking, cover-ups unraveling, incompetence on parade, cosmic weather surging, and the kind of narrative whiplash that makes you wonder whether reality is glitching or finally telling the truth.
The week began with the bombshell that Trump’s “28-point peace plan” for Ukraine was basically a Russian memo in cosplay. Moscow floated the document in October, it landed in Trump advisor Steve Witkoff’s hands, got run through the American-accent wash cycle, and then Trump and JD Vance spent days selling it as U.S. policy. But it wasn’t a plan - it was a script, and a Russian one at that - and the whole thing got even worse when an audio file leaked of Witkoff coaching senior Kremlin officials on how Putin should push his Russia-favored Ukraine deal to Trump. Awkward!
The sudden urgency to shove Ukraine into a deal comes just as cracks have begun to appear in the Kremlin’s war economy: a finance minister in Yakutia admitted this week that troop bonuses have been frozen because regional budgets are running dry. Oil and gas revenues have plunged nearly 35 percent, gutting the cash pipeline that kept contract soldiers paid. No wonder Putin is leaning on his loyal foot soldier in Mar-a-Lago to force Zelenskyy into capitulation and bring the war he started to a quick, face-saving end.
Meanwhile in Ukraine, Zelenskyy’s top aide stepped down after anti-corruption investigators raided his home - a jolt of political turbulence that underscores how Kyiv is battling the war abroad as well as a corruption war at home.
From the war in Ukraine to the war in Gaza, news emerged this week that Israel has violated the U.S-brokered- ceasefire at least 497 times in 44 days, killing hundreds of Palestinians since Trump declared eternal peace in Gaza just over a month ago, according to the Gaza Government Media Office.
Hong Kong was rocked this week by one of the deadliest urban fires in its history, after a blaze tore through the Wang Fuk Court housing estate in Tai Po and engulfed seven high-rise towers in just hours. At least 128 people have died and more than 250 are still missing. The inferno spread rapidly thanks to a lethal mix of flammable renovation materials that acted like a giant chimney and carried flames up the 32-storey blocks, prompting authorities to arrest construction-company directors on suspicion of manslaughter.
In London, the BBC found itself in fresh trouble after last week’s backlash over its lightly edited January 6 documentary, for which Trump threatened a billion dollar lawsuit. This time, the broadcaster was caught removing a line from its flagship Reith Lecture, cutting the moment when speaker Rutger Bregman called Trump “the most openly corrupt president in American history.” Internal guidance then instructed BBC journalists not to quote the removed line at all, even when reporting on the controversy, a move Bregman blasted as institutional cowardice.
In New York, firefighters erupted this week after 68 boxes of long-hidden Ground Zero toxin records were uncovered - documents the City allegedly kept buried for more than two decades. The boxes reportedly contain thousands of pages of test results and health data from the months after 9/11, material that could expand the list of recognized 9/11-related illnesses. The FDNY union held a searing press conference accusing city officials of burying evidence that should have been used to protect responders’ long-term health, and demanding to know who hid the documents and why the people who breathed the debris were the last to learn what was in it.
Elon Musk flipped on a “location reveal” feature on his X platform and instantly exposed half of MAGA Twitter as a red-hat bot farm; a whole chunk of the “Real American Patriot” brigade have been tweeting from places like Bangladesh, Indonesia, Morocco, Russia, India, and Serbia - basically everywhere except the country they claim to love. So much of the online chest-thumping patriotism has been just outsourced outrage for hire.
DOGE was quietly disbanded this week after reports showed it had wasted more than $21.7 billion, frozen projects, rehired thousands it had fired, and ultimately increased federal spending despite its mandate to cut it. It didn’t make government more efficient or deliver on the $5,000 checks Trump promised to give Americans from the DOGE savings, but it did, however, manage to hoover up Americans’ data and burn through money while pretending to cut it. Another Trump-era scam exposed for what it was.
Trump’s indictments of Letitia James and James Comey were thrown out of court because the loyalist stooge he installed to bring the charges was illegally appointed. Shocking revelation: law enforcement officials have to follow the law. Who knew?
Over at the Department of Defense, officials launched an investigation into Senator Mark Kelly after he appeared in a video reminding service members they don’t have to follow unlawful orders. Meanwhile, Trump’s brutal ICE raids sweeping the country hit close to home for White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt when her nephew’s mother was detained and shipped to a facility in Louisiana, now facing deportation to Brazil.
The week took a hard swerve into chaos when two National Guard members were shot point-blank outside the White House, triggering an immediate lockdown. Within minutes, Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth announced that Trump had ordered 500 more Guard troops into D.C., just days after a federal judge ruled that Trump’s previous deployment of the Guard to the capital was illegal.
Hours later the FBI said a suspect was in custody - an Afghan national who’d worked with a CIA-backed unit in Afghanistan - but that didn’t stop a visibly disheveled Kash Patel from rushing to a microphone to vow to catch the suspect who had, awkwardly, already been caught. The whole thing was bizarre - a CIA trained killer from an elite unit travelling from Washington State to DC to shoot random National Guard troops - and it only got stranger from there.
Trump began insisting the shooter was “never vetted” before entering the country and demanded a reinvestigation of Afghan refugees admitted under Biden following the disastrous exit from Afghanistan (the one Trump prepped at the end of his first term but Biden carried out at the start of his), though it turned out the shooter was vetted multiple times, and granted asylum by the Trump administration earlier this year.
Trump’s position quickly calcified into its usual shape: everything that happened on Biden’s watch was Biden’s fault, and everything that happens on Trump’s watch is also Biden’s fault. When asked by a reporter why he was continually blaming Biden, Trump lashed out saying, “Are you stupid? Are you a stupid person? You’re just asking questions because you’re a stupid person” and then stormed out of the press conference.
This tantrum came just days after a harsh New York Times report detailing Trump’s accelerating physical decline - dozing off at events, restricting his appearances to afternoons only, sitting while others stand, hiding bruises under makeup, and undergoing an MRI he tried to bury from the public - and Trump responded by calling NYT reporter Katie Rogers “ugly, inside and out.”
Seemingly unraveling, Trump announced he’d permanently pause migration from the third world and deport any non-citizen (legal or not) deemed “non-compatible with Western civilization.” Then he went on a Thanksgiving bender, unleashing a deranged social-media rant that ended with him calling Minnesota Governor Tim Walz “seriously retarded,” prompting Walz to fire back: “Release the MRI results.”
Then he descended into what appeared to be utter madness, declaring he was terminating all documents Joe Biden signed with an autopen, promising to charge Biden with perjury for statements he hadn’t made, granting a full and complete pardon to former President of Honduras, Juan Orlando Hernandez - one of the world’s most notorious drug traffickers who helped move more than 400 tons of cocaine into the United States and is now serving a 45-year federal sentence - and suggesting that he intended to cut income tax completely, never mind the nation’s $34 trillion debt.
The Washington Post then dropped a bombshell report that inferred that the United States had committed a war crime by killing individuals who clung onto the side of a boat in the Caribbean after a September 2 military strike. The survivors - who posed no threat to America - were killed in a follow-up strike after Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth had ordered “kill them all”–style directives. Suddenly, the administration’s meltdown over that video of Senators telling troops to refuse illegal orders makes a whole lot more sense.
Though Hegseth publicly defended the operation, senior Senators on both sides of the aisle began calling for “vigorous oversight,” pointing out that the Geneva Conventions require wounded or incapacitated combatants to be collected and cared for, not executed, and the Republican led House Armed Services Committee has opened an investigation into Trump and Hegseth for their possible war crimes. But it’s hard to commit a war crime when Congress has not declared war - increasingly, it appears that what played out in the Caribbean was a mass murder.
But that hasn’t stopped Trump continuing to threaten unauthorised military action in Venezuela, blustering that the air space surrounding the country should be considered closed and threatening to use force if authoritarian leader President Maduro doesn’t step down. Republican Senator Rand Paul postured that Trump’s rift with Marjorie Taylor Greene “will pale in comparison to what happens to his movement” if he invades Venezuela.
Indeed, Republican morale in the House is already collapsing. A senior GOP member leaked this week that more resignations are coming after Marjorie Taylor Greene bowed out last week. Appropriators, authorizers, hawks, doves - everyone’s eyeing the exits. Already this week Congressman Troy Nehls - one of Trump’s most vocal supporters in Congress - has announced that he will not seek reelection. The source predicted Speaker Mike Johnson may lose the gavel and the GOP could lose its House majority before the midterms.
Even Johnson seems to know the dam is breaking - in an interview this week with Stephen Miller’s wife, Katie, he all but admitted he’s running on fumes, describing the job as nonstop fires, no sleep, no normal life, and a level of pressure that sounded one breath short of collapse. It was the kind of admission Speakers only make when they know the ship is going down.
And as if the human chaos weren’t enough, the planet chimed in. A 6.0 earthquake hit Anchorage in Alaska, and Ethiopia’s Hayli Gubbi volcano - dormant for 8,000 years - roared awake, sending ash across the Red Sea, Oman, Yemen, and all the way to Delhi. The Earth is speaking in the same tone the sky has been: loud, volatile, impossible to ignore.
And it’s only going to get louder. A major solar storm is barreling toward Earth this week, so severe that Airbus was forced to recall nearly 6,000 A320 jets worldwide after intense solar radiation corrupted a flight-control system mid-air. One glitch from the Sun, and half the world’s most-used aircraft were suddenly grounded. That’s the level of cosmic pressure we’re walking into this month.
At the same time the Gemini Full Moon is preparing to rise, and when the Sun and the Moon start shouting at once, the world tends to crack its knuckles and answer back. The cosmic weather is screaming eruption, exposure, escalation, and December isn’t coming in quietly. It’s arriving like a truth-tsunami, and the first week alone is primed to flush out anything built on lies, denial, or backroom rot. (Eyes, as always, firmly on the White House.)
And this is only the preview. We’re heading into a month where solar storms collide with a super-activated sky - the kind of atmospheric pressure that pulls hidden things up from the floorboards and dares the world to look. December is stacked: a hyperactive Sun, a volatile Full Moon, a destabilised field, and deeper in the month, interstellar visitor 3I/ATLAS drawing closest to Earth right on the Solstice. It’s all part of the same arc: exposure, reckoning, and the energetic equivalent of a global audit.
We aren’t doomed, though - we’re being de-fogged. Things are shaking because the truth wants the room. What’s rotten is surfacing. What’s broken is refusing to go quietly. What we’ve been dragging behind us is finally too heavy to carry forward. Clarity is rising through the cracks, demanding we see what we’ve pretended not to. In the months ahead, there will be plenty of disruption and turbulence, but this is all demolition as preparation. We’re building a bridge, not falling off a cliff.
None of this is chaos for chaos’ sake - it’s the sound of the old world cracking at the seams, and December will show us why.
To understand the moment we’re stepping into, it helps to look backward and forward at once - backward to the ancient fracture that’s finally demanding healing, and forward to the new architecture trying to form beneath the rubble. If you want to understand what’s actually happening, how we got here, where we’re heading, and how not to lose your footing while the ground rearranges itself under you, then read on, dear friend.
Let’s make some meaning out of the madness and chart the way forward.
**The cosmic insights shared here are mapped to the real movements of the heavens during the past week. If you want to know more about planetary pattern recognition, read about it here**
The First Thanksgiving
As American families tucked into turkey and pumpkin pie this week for yet another Thanksgiving, the harsh memory of what the holiday is actually commemorating sat buried beneath centuries of Hallmark gloss - all those heartwarming images of clasped hands, grateful hearts, smiling Pilgrims, and generous Natives sharing a communal feast like they’re starring in a kindergarten mural.
The real first Thanksgiving looked nothing like that.
When the Pilgrims arrived from the Old World, they barely survived their first winter. They didn’t understand the land, the climate, or the crops, and by the end of winter, half their colony was dead and the rest were starving, sick, and on the brink of collapse.
If not for the Wampanoag people - who had lived on that land for thousands of years and taught them how to plant corn in unfamiliar soil, how to fish the local waters, and how to endure a climate they were absolutely not built for - they would never have made it through another year. The Pilgrims survived because of them, and only because of them were they able to reap a harvest after that first brutal winter.
But when the Pilgrims sat down to feast after their first autumn harvest in 1621 - to give thanks for the simple fact they were still alive - their gratitude did not extend to the Native people who had carried them through. The Pilgrims feasted alone. The Wampanoag were not invited.
Instead, the Pilgrims fired their guns into the air as part of their celebration - a burst of gunfire that terrified the Wampanoag and raised fears that the fragile peace treaty had collapsed. Their leader, Ousamequin (Massasoit), arrived with ninety men to investigate, bracing for trouble, but what they found instead was a feast. The tension eased, diplomacy held, and the Wampanoag stayed - contributing food (including five deer) and turning the moment into a multi-day gathering. This was the harvest feast that was retroactively mythologised centuries later as the “First Thanksgiving.”
But the real beginning of the Thanksgiving tradition came a generation later, when the Pilgrims’ gratitude towards the Natives had expired.
Within a generation, the Pilgrims and their descendants broke every treaty, seized the land, and launched the Pequot Massacre - burning a Pequot village and killing men, women, and children. The Massachusetts colony then declared a “Day of Thanksgiving” to celebrate that slaughter.
This is the true origin point of the Thanksgiving tradition: a ritual of gratitude tied not to unity or abundance, but to conquest. The first official “Day of Thanksgiving” in America wasn’t about harmony, harvest, or gratitude. It was a celebration of violence, where colonial leaders thanked God for victory in a slaughter and codified it into ritual, setting the template early: thanksgiving as an expression of dominance.
Centuries later, America rewrote the script, cherry-picking the pleasant parts and burying the blood, pointing back to the gentle harvest feast rather than the far darker thanksgiving declared after the 1637 massacre as the basis for the modern holiday. It was cleaned up, softened, repackaged, and wrapped in a storybook myth about harmony that never truly existed. The violence was edited out, the diplomacy was flattened into friendliness, and the power imbalance was repainted as fellowship.
Modern Thanksgiving doesn’t explicitly celebrate a massacre, but it is built on a tradition that learned to give thanks only after someone else paid the price. And that instinct - to call violence virtue, to spiritualise domination, to sanctify harm as “blessing” - is not uniquely American.
It is the ancient wound of the world, loudly on display.
Naming the Ancient Wound
The very fact that the colonists looked at a burning Pequot village and called it a “Day of Thanksgiving” pretty much says it all: they were already carrying a fracture so old, so normalised, that they believed brutality was providence. This wasn’t a new sickness invented in 1637 - it was a thousands-year-old psychic injury expressing itself through a new population on a new shore.
The American Pilgrims carried the Old World’s wounding across the sea in their bones: centuries of religious trauma, persecution, hierarchy, shame, scarcity, violence, and fear. They crossed the Atlantic with a Bible in one hand and generational trauma in the other, convinced God had chosen them, while terrified they wouldn’t survive, and when they touched land, they projected their inheritance outward and built a nation on top of it. The wound became the blueprint for our modern world.
America is not the only nation with an annual ceremony built on a wound disguised as gratitude. The same fracture lives everywhere - in every empire, every hierarchy, every “origin story” softened for comfort. Thanksgiving is uniquely American, but the wound it conceals is human. It has travelled across oceans, across centuries, across generations. This wound is older than any nation, church or empire. It was baked into the human story long before America ever existed.
It’s the wound that drove Rome, where conquest became culture and human worth was measured in power.
It fuelled the Crusades, where holy language was weaponised to sanctify slaughter.
It powered the Inquisition, where fear and purity obsession fused into terror, and shaped the rise of empire, where domination was reframed as civilisation.
It underpinned the British monarchy, built on extractive conquest and divine-right mythology, and the Catholic Church, which split the world into the saved and the damned, the pure and the impure, and the chosen and the forsaken.
It carried straight into the colonisation of the Americas, where entitlement, supremacy, fear, and divine mandate collided in catastrophic expression, and birthed the witch hunts, a centuries-long purge of intuition, independence, and the inner self.
These are not random chapters of human brutality. They are iterations of the same wound - a psychological fracture passed like a torch from civilisation to civilisation, that the whole of our known history has been built upon. A wound that splits human beings from their own wholeness, from each other, from the land, from truth, and from themselves.
Burying a wound beneath generations of bandages is no path to healing - that’s how a wound festers. A wound must be brought into the light - examined, tended, witnessed, cleaned, confronted - before it can be healed, and that is exactly what is happening now.
Right now, everywhere in our world, we are seeing the very thing humanity spent centuries trying not to look at rising up through the floorboards. We thought we could avoid it forever, but now, under these skies, for the first time in centuries, the bandages are off and the wound is rising - raw, messy, terrifying and demanding, at last, for healing, refusing to stay hidden inside the myths we wrote to cover it.
The Time Before the Wound
Every ancient civilisation carries a memory of a time before the wound. A time when human consciousness wasn’t split between domination and collapse, between force and fear, between the urge to control and the fear of being controlled. A time when the psyche wasn’t torn in two.
The Vedic traditions speak of the early Yugas - ages when human beings lived in alignment with truth, clarity, and natural law.
The Egyptian memory of Zep Tepi describes a distant epoch when humans, gods, and the forces of nature moved in harmony, and knowledge flowed directly from the cosmos into the civilisation.
The Greek Golden Age remembers a world where humans lived without struggle or hierarchy, guided by a natural order that required no coercion.
The Sumerian myths of the “shining ones” hint at an era when wisdom, technology, and consciousness were inseparable, and humanity knew its place in a larger, interconnected cosmos.
The Mayan traditions speak of people who could “hear the Heart of Sky,” attuned to a rhythm larger than themselves, guided by cycles rather than dominated by them.
The Indigenous Australian Songlines describe a world in which the land, the stars, the ancestors, and the people sang the same song - a civilisation shaped by coherence rather than fracture.
These cultures don’t agree on gods or timelines, and they don’t share calendars, cosmologies, or metaphysics, but they do all agree on one thing: there was once a time when the human psyche was whole. A time when humans weren’t severed from the land, or from the sky, or from each other. A time when consciousness was coherent - not split, not inverted, not running on fear, guilt, scarcity, or domination.
Even the differences between the myths point to the same truth: this memory is older than any single culture, older than any single language. It’s something humanity remembers the way a person remembers a dream - not in detail, but in essence.
A time before the wound.
The Great Forgetting
Just as every ancient culture remembers a time before the wound, they all remember what caused the wound. They all remember when something broke - not physically, but psychically.
They remember a rupture, a severing. Some traditions call it “the fall,” others “the veil.” The turning of the heavens. The cosmic winter. The loss of coherence that humans had always taken for granted. The language differs from culture to culture, but the pattern woven through all is identical.
The Vedic texts speak of the light of the earlier ages dimming as humanity fell into Kali Yuga, the age of confusion, fragmentation, and fear.
The Hermetic tradition suggested the “veil” descended and humans lost their direct perception of the cosmos.
The Book of Enoch tells of the heavens withdrawing as humanity sank into shadow.
In Mayan cosmology, it is said the “sky turned” and humans lost the ability to hear the Heart of Sky.
In the Hebrew story, consciousness shifted in an instant - the “Fall” - and humans become self-conscious, fearful, ashamed, divided.
These aren’t stories about gods punishing humans, but rather descriptions of a field change. Something shifted in the relationship between humanity, Earth, and the larger cosmic environment - a frequency collapse, a loss of attunement.
When the field changed, the human psyche changed with it. Intuition dimmed. Unity consciousness fractured. Ego inflated. Fear rose. Domination replaced protection. Control replaced connection. Emotion became overwhelming instead of guiding.
The masculine and feminine currents inside the human psyche pulled apart. Before the fracture, those two forces worked as one. After it, they became two wounded halves struggling to function separately.
What was whole became split - first inside each person, then inside everything those people built. The wound behaved like a psychic contagion. It moved from the human operating system into the operating system of civilisation itself.
We became a species trying to navigate reality with half a map - power without wisdom, emotion without grounding, intellect without intuition, spirituality without discernment, aggression without purpose, sensitivity without stability.
And from that half-map came the structures we now take for granted: hierarchy, domination, suppression, paranoia - all the architecture of a world built from fear instead of connection.
Humanity didn’t fall into evil. It fell into disconnection.
Humanity didn’t fall from grace. It fell from coherence.
Two broken halves running on static, and every empire since has risen out of that fracture. The whole of recorded history is the wound trying - and failing - to heal itself through power. The memory of being whole vanished into the split and we’ve been trying to remember what we lost ever since.
Our Wounded Divinity
Today, people talk about the divine masculine and divine feminine as if they are two warring halves - rival factions we must choose between - but that thinking is the wound speaking. That’s the fracture talking - the old binary spell, the illusion of “this or that,” “one or the other,” “because I am, you cannot.” That’s the ancient split echoing through modern language.
In our original design, the divine masculine and divine feminine lived in perfect harmony within every human being. Across every wisdom tradition on Earth - Taoism, Tantra, Indigenous cosmologies - you find the same truth: two fundamental forces shape every person, every system, every ecosystem, every culture. One force that initiates, protects, directs, builds, acts, and one that receives, feels, nurtures, connects, remembers. One a container, the other the contents.
Call them solar and lunar.
Yang and yin.
Shiva and Shakti.
Sky and earth.
Structure and flow.
Breath out and breath in.
The metaphors vary though the principle doesn’t. When these two currents are in balance, human beings thrive. Civilisations thrive. Families thrive. Creativity thrives. Spirituality thrives. Life feels coherent - like the inner world and outer world are playing the same melody.
But when these forces split apart and turn against each other - when one inflates and the other collapses, when one becomes all force and the other becomes all fear - that’s the wound.
Not a gender wound - a psycho–spiritual wound. A fracture in the basic architecture of human consciousness.
A wound where action mutates into domination, and protection hardens into control. Where strength becomes violence and clarity becomes rigidity. Where intuition dissolves into chaos and emotion sinks into collapse. Where connection becomes codependence and spirituality becomes escapism. Where power becomes trauma and truth becomes a threat.
This is the split every empire has acted out, every religion has enshrined, every war has replayed, every institution has inherited and every human being has felt in the quiet corners of their own psyche.
It’s the split that makes people fear their own power as well as their own softness. Fear their voice as well as their vulnerability. Fear being controlled as well as having no control. Fear being seen as well as being invisible.
This wound doesn’t care about gender. It moves through all of us, in different ways, in different seasons of life. And when entire cultures carry it, you get crusades, inquisitions, witch hunts, colonisation, patriarchy, empire, extraction economies, religions built on fear, governments built on hierarchy, nations built on domination narratives, and myths that bury the truth to justify themselves.
This is the wound every civilisation has acted out - the wound the Pilgrims carried across the Atlantic, the wound that shaped human history, and the wound the heavens are saying, at last, is now rising to be healed.
The Healing Written In the Stars
If the wound came from a loss of coherence, then what we’re living through now is the early, chaotic stage of coherence returning - not gently, not romantically, not with angel choirs and crystals humming in harmony.
Coherence doesn’t return like a sunrise. It returns like a power surge. And right now, humanity is reacting exactly like a species whose entire inner architecture is being rebooted.
All around us, institutions are cracking, leaders are collapsing, truths are spilling out sideways, conspiracies are melting down, and emotional volatility is everywhere. People are waking up and breaking down in the same breath. Identity structures are dissolving. Intuition is skyrocketing. Certainty is dying. Empires are wobbling. The old wounded masculine scaffolding is splitting, and the wounded feminine is spilling into the open.
This isn’t random chaos - it’s the psychic detox phase of a species trying to reattune to a field it hasn’t felt in thousands of years, and the cosmos is not being subtle about it.
The next hundred years, as written in the stars, read like a long, deliberate repair sequence - each outer planet taking its turn to dissolve, rebuild, rewire, and restore what humanity lost when we fell out of coherence. The healing of humanity’s ancient wound is literally encoded into the next century of planetary movement.
From 2025 - 2035, the wound will be fully revealed. With Pluto in Aquarius, Neptune in Aries, and Uranus blazing through Gemini, this decade is a cosmic trifecta engineered to break the spell of the old world. The wound will be forced out of hiding. Structures built on distortion will crack. Illusions will die. Identities built on fear will shed their skin. The masculine wound of domination and violence will collapse under its own weight, and the feminine wound of chaos and emotional distortion will spill into view. This is the decade where the wound becomes undeniable.
From 2035 - 2045, emotion and psychic healing will begin in earnest. As Uranus enters Cancer, the emotional body will wake back up. As Neptune enters Taurus, sensitivity will stabilise. As Pluto enters Pisces, thousands of years of psychic trauma will begin dissolving. This won’t be surface-level healing - it will be the deep cleanse when the feminine wound finally metabolises: intuition restores, emotional coherence returns, the capacity for connection stabilises. Humanity will begin to feel again - correctly, cleanly, and without collapse.
From 2045 - 2065, humanity will go through a reintegration as Uranus in Virgo rewires systems, Neptune in Taurus roots us back into the body, Pluto in Pisces continues dissolves the old psychic scaffolding, and Chiron moves through Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, healing identity, relationship, and shadow. This is the decade where the masculine and feminine stop fighting for dominance and start syncing once again. The inner split will begin to close, institutions will evolve, culture will rearrange itself, humanity will start building from an integrated nervous system rather than a fractured one.
From 2066 - 2088, human power will be rebirthed as Pluto enters Aries - the cosmic pioneer sign. The last time this happened, civilisations rose, but this time, they will rise from coherence rather than conquest. For the first time in documented human history, the masculine will express itself without the wound as courage without violence, direction without domination, and sovereignty without isolation. Neptune in Cancer will heal the emotional field while Uranus in Sagittarius will restore exploration without empire. This is the era where humanity will finally lead from a healed place.
Then at last, from 2088-2125, humanity will rise fully back into coherence as Pluto in Taurus brings stability after eons of fracture, Neptune in Scorpio brings truth without trauma, Uranus in Aquarius brings collective coherence and awakening, and Chiron in Aries allows the healed identity to become the baseline. This is the return of the frequency that went missing from Earth and the restoration of alignment with the cosmos. This is the world humanity was always meant to build.
Right now, we stand at the precipice - the doorway to a hundred years of healing. And yes, most of us will not live to see the end of this story. We will plant trees whose shade we will never sit under. We came not to live in utopia, but to ensure its return. We came to build the bridge from one world to the next. To close the loop. To end the cycle. To heal the hurt.
We did not sign up for the peaceful part, but for the necessary rupture that leads to rebirth, reset, revolution, and ultimately, return. We are here to see out the old world and midwife the new. We came not only to heal the wound, but to dissolve the architecture that created it.
The next century of planetary movement reads like the universe putting the human psyche back together, piece by piece, until we remember who we were before the fracture, and who we are here to become after it.
And we are the ones here now to ensure the remembering.
The Return to Coherence
The celestial map guiding us toward healing says the shift is already underway - the entire sky is signalling that the return to coherence has begun.
December arrives with its own unmistakable drumbeat, the first week alone bringing a charged Gemini Full Moon colliding with a major solar storm, a cosmic one-two punch that will destabilise anything not rooted in truth. Mutability takes over the sky, the solar wind tears at Earth’s magnetic field, and the month opens like a pressure valve snapping - information spilling, illusions cracking, the hidden dragged up whether we’re ready or not. This isn’t random turbulence; the sky is tuning the world like an instrument.
And while the planets are staging a full-blown reset - a rebirth and recalibration that will peak in early 2026 - the Sun itself has joined the performance, hammering Earth’s magnetic shield with flares, storms, surges, and radio-cutting blasts of X-ray light.
And right on cue, interstellar visitor 3I/ATLAS has sailed in ahead of the Solstice, its approach timed perfectly with this spike in solar activity. As it passed behind the Sun, the Sun erupted violently and those eruptions are now Earth-bound. It’s like the whole universe is conspiring to participate in a shift in the energetic field.
Earth has been responding in kind. The intensified celestial energy has been received on Earth as violent storms, record floods and tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and deep-earth earthquakes. In the span of weeks, Hayli Gubbi in Ethiopia - dormant since before recorded civilisation - erupted for the first time in twelve millennia. Sakurajima burst open in Japan. Bezymianny rumbled to life in Russia. Kīlauea surged again, its lava fountains accompanied by a 4.6-magnitude quake along its flank.
Across the planet, cities that haven’t felt the ground move in generations are suddenly shaking. This is not coincidence; this is coherence returning the only way it can at the beginning, by forcing the deep, the dormant, and the denied into daylight. The comet circles, the Sun flares, and the Earth answers.
And according to the stars, it’s all happening right on cue ahead of what’s celestially slated to be a monumental year of change in 2026.
January exposes the wound through the Capricorn–Chiron clashes.
February rewrites the blueprint with the Saturn–Neptune conjunction at 0° Aries.
March purifies the feminine through the Virgo Lunar Eclipse.
April reawakens the masculine as Mars enters Aries and fuses with Saturn and Neptune.
Together, these four months at the start of 2026 flip the switch and ignite the sequence that carries humanity into a hundred-year healing arc - the wound revealed, the blueprint reset, the feminine cleared, the masculine reborn in its healed form.
It’s the software update no one asked for and no one can skip, and just like a system reboot, everything flickers, everything glitches. Things shut down. Things restart. Systems stutter. And then - suddenly - the screen comes back clearer than before.
That’s what this next decade is: a species flickering as the original frequency powers back on. The world isn’t ending - the wound is. Coherence is returning through us, whether we’re ready or not.
We are already on the road back to coherence, but this first part of the journey will not be smooth - the road back to clarity commences with calamity. Before the return comes the rupture that makes the wound undeniable - too loud to ignore, too visible to hide. That’s why everything right now feels like it’s falling apart. We are living through a cosmic earthquake designed to force into the open everything humanity has long tried to bury.
The Wound Personified
This is not the first time humanity has been offered the chance to heal its ancient wound.
Every era has handed us a mirror - a figure or force that embodied the fracture so clearly we could no longer pretend we didn’t see it. And every time, we looked away. The mirror arrived most often as a leader whose personality, psychology, impulses, and worldview were shaped entirely by the ancient rupture humanity has carried for thousands of years. They stood before us like a living laceration; sometimes we cringed, often we applauded, but almost always, we refused - or were unable - to heal.
We’ve had an endless parade of wounded masculine power on the world stage: dominance as identity, violence as ideology, power as terror, control as theology. Dictators like Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin were the clearest and most extreme expressions. Putin, Netanyahu and even Jeffrey Epstein fit the same archetype in different forms. But the wound was never limited to tyrants. Even democratic leaders like Margaret Thatcher wore a different mask of the masculine wound: the belief that compassion is weakness, vulnerability is liability, and a functioning world must be hardened into obedience. Rigidity, punishment, hierarchy, and harshness-as-virtue are classic wounded masculine qualities - and they are not the domain of men alone. Plenty of women have governed from that fracture, mirroring the same inner split.
But history has also shown us the wounded feminine: emotional volatility, validation-hunger, projection, collapse, chaos masquerading as instinct, and the inability to self-regulate. This isn’t about gender - it’s about psyche. Marie Antoinette, Empress Wu Zetian, Catherine de’ Medici and Tsarina Alexandra embodied the feminine pole of the same ancient wound - instability, insecurity, emotional distortion, spiritual bypassing, and collapse under pressure.
And then there were those who embodied both halves of the fracture at once.
Napoleon Bonaparte displayed iconic split-psyche energy: ferocious domination fused with hypersensitivity, ego fragility, insecurity, and emotional volatility. Conquest on the outside, collapse on the inside. Henry VIII was another: entitlement, paranoia, fear of abandonment, obsession with heirs, violence as self-soothing, chaos as policy. The Catholic Church at its peak was pure masculine domination braided with feminine collapse - control masked as purity, fear disguised as doctrine, shame weaponised as salvation. The Prince formerly known as Andrew is a modern hybrid: predatory entitlement (masculine wound) fused with emotional collapse, denial, dependency, and fragile self-perception (feminine wound).
But perhaps the most transparent mirror of all time has show up in our time in the form of someone who embodies both sides of the fracture so vividly that it is impossible not to see it unless you are actively trying to stay asleep.
Donald Trump is the clearest modern expression of the wounded masculine: force without wisdom, dominance without direction, impulse without grounding, entitlement without responsibility, power without consciousness. And simultaneously, he inflames the wounded feminine in the collective: chaos, fear, unprocessed emotion, collapse, hysteria, dependency, and the hunger to be saved by someone who cannot save himself.
He activates both halves of the ancient fracture - the domineering half and the collapsing half - because he is the split. He is the personification of the rupture that has shaped millennia of human behaviour: control vs. collapse, domination vs. fear, bluster vs. fragility, power vs. panic.
This is why his presence destabilises entire systems. He isn’t merely a political figure; he’s a walking psychological fault line. He is the unhealed wound in a suit.
His rise was not an accident.
His power is not personal.
His following is not ideological.
It is archetypal.
He speaks the language of the wound fluently - fear, grievance, domination, projection, persecution, entitlement, collapse. He gives form to what the collective never healed.
Now, for the first time in centuries, the wound is no longer hiding in myth, empire, church, or nation. It’s sitting directly in front of us, tweeting in all caps, trying to resurrect a world that is dying under its own distortion.
Trump is the wound screaming to be seen, but he is also a character built entirely upon a structure the world can no longer sustain. A persona built on a foundation that has become sinking sand. The frequency that fractured is being restored, and anything built on the fracture will now either heal or collapse.
This time, facing the wound isn’t optional, and the first week of December hits that wound like a hammer. Trump’s chart is under direct pressure, his mask is slipping, and his instinct will be to lash out because he can’t contain what’s breaking loose beneath him.
We are confronting Trump - the embodiment of the wound - at the exact moment he himself is confronting the end of the distorted architecture that created him. The pattern is cracking. The structure is failing. The split is losing power.
And the sky is saying clearly: Enough is enough. It is time.
The End of the Wound, Not the World
When you zoom out far enough, the chaos of this moment stops looking like collapse and starts looking like correction. Everything that’s breaking - the politics, the institutions, the identities, the secrets, the emotional weather, the old power structures - is breaking because the architecture that held the wound in place cannot survive the return of coherence.
It’s not that the masculine is dying or the feminine is taking over.
It’s that the wounded versions of both are losing their power.
The brittle masculine that ruled through force is cracking.
The reactive feminine that survived through collapse is dissolving.
The split that held civilisation together - and tore it apart - is failing.
And beneath all of it, something older and cleaner is rising:
the integrated human psyche, remembering itself.
This is not a battle between genders, ideologies, or political factions. It’s a turning point in human consciousness - a species remembering the frequency it lost, a civilisation shedding an operating system built on fear.
The world isn’t spinning out - it’s syncing up.
The noise isn’t doom - it’s the static clearing.
The breakdowns aren’t the end - they’re the preface to integration.
For thousands of years, we lived inside the wound, built societies on the wound, governed through the wound, and mistook the wound for “human nature.” But that era is ending.
Coherence is returning.
The fracture is healing.
The ancient split is beginning to close.
And humanity is remembering the frequency we lost.
We are living at the hinge of history - the moment the story turns.
This is the threshold the world has been waiting for since before time began.
The Ones Who Chose to Come Now
There’s a truth most people avoid because it feels too heavy to hold: many of us alive right now will not live to see the garden this era is planting. We are the ones who lay the foundations, not the ones who get to walk the finished streets.
The beautiful world that’s coming - the coherent world, the healed world - is real. It’s written into the cosmic blueprint. But it lives farther down the path than most of us will travel in this lifetime.
We are the ones planting the seeds that our children will water so our grandchildren and great-grandchildren can climb in the trees that grow from them.
There is a beauty in that, but also sorrow.
To know that we are the hinge, not the harvest.
The bridge, not the destination.
The ones who came to close the wound, not the ones who will live entirely beyond it.
But there is also something extraordinary in it - something only the soul can understand - because we did not come here by accident. The reason it feels so heavy is because, on some level, we remember. We remember that we’ve done this before. We remember that we came back for this moment - some of us for the second, the fifth, the fiftieth time - to help close a wound we helped open across lifetimes.
No one is cursed to walk the earth.
We volunteered.
We asked to be here for the repair.
Because the soul knows what the mind forgets: we are not the body doing the work -
we are the consciousness wearing the body, carrying out a mission across incarnations.
We are here now because we wanted to stand at the threshold. We came for the turning. We came for the restoration. We were there at the fall, and are now here to finish what we started, to take part in the reweaving of the human psyche and the healing of the ancient split.
We came because this work is sacred, because this moment is meaningful, and because our souls remember what our minds forget: that we are here with great purpose to ensure the restoration of the divine masculine and the divine feminine - the container and the contents, the structure and the flow, the breath in and the breath out.
For too long, modern spirituality has twisted this into a false dichotomy; that the divine masculine is the villain and the divine feminine is the cure. That if we just surrendered to the feminine and rejected the masculine, everything would return to harmony. But that is just distortion.
The divine masculine is the container.
The divine feminine is the contents.
Without the container, the contents spill.
Without the contents, the container is empty.
Both have been wounded.
Both have been distorted.
Both must be restored.
One cannot rise without the other.
That is the work of our lifetime: to bring the container back into integrity, to bring the contents back into clarity, to reunite what was split, to repair what was severed, and to restore the frequency humanity lost.
What we’re living through now is the beginning of that restoration - not of one pole overpowering the other, but of both finally remembering how to dance again rather than tear each other apart.
And the place that work happens is not in institutions, or governments, or movements.
It starts in the human heart - the only place where coherence can actually return.
To take this journey, that is where we must anchor.
Stay in your heart when the world shakes.
Stay in your heart when the old systems fall.
Stay in your heart when the noise rises.
Stay in your heart when your mind wants to panic.
Stay in your heart when your spirit wants to give up.
Because the heart is the tuning fork that remembers coherence. It’s where the divine masculine protects and the divine feminine receives. It’s where the two currents remember they were never meant to be at war. The heart is where the fracture closes and where the frequency returns.
We came for this.
We chose this.
We are not here to watch the world fall apart.
We are here to help it fall back together.
We are the bridge generation - the souls who volunteered to stand at the fault line as the world shifts from fracture back into harmony. And though we may not live to see the full bloom of what we’re planting, we will feel the first light of it, the first warmth of it, the first rising hum of a world remembering itself.
This is not the end of the world.
It is the end of the wound.
And we are here - hearts open, spirits steady - to stay sturdy through the coming rupture and midwife the return of coherence.
See you next Sunday, friends. Until then, stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.
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You tell a story of energy as a blueprint of humanity. The historical record of the wound and its festering, its replication and eventual healing is comprehensive. I’ve heard stories from the indigenous I’ve been with that focus on the heart as the vehicle for our healing of the planet and its people. Yet with all this information and my studies, it wasn’t real to me until the collapse they spoke of accelerated over the past few years. You, dear Wiz, have chronicled and explained everything in this time of transition in a way I feel deeply in my heart and spirit. As the indigenous speak of living for the people of six generations, you explain in detail how this is unfolding and will evolve. The stars have symmetry and knowledge for us. I am more grounded because of your words and everything I’ve studied and learned from the Wisdom Keepers makes sense now. Time for me to carry this knowing forward, without the fear any longer.
This one left me wracked with shivers, with chills, my own evidence of the voice of spirit. As I’m reading and marveling at your analysis and the depth of what you’ve written, I’m thinking that you are not only gifted with this analytical mind, remarkable writing skills, and clarity, but you are channeling. That is not to diminish your contribution, not at all. Being clear and open is such a challenge and given what you delve into to create these missives of hope each week, you’re immersed in the very thing that would clutter up and fill with static a less connected human. But you’re clear. And you deliver the message. Please know that it is received with SUCH gratitude. There’s so much comfort here I don’t even want to leave it, but the words will carry me through this day and days beyond. Thank you for what you do. What a blessing. 💓