Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: Crowns, Courts, Calamity, and the Cosmic Reset
Epstein's Reckoning, Andrew's Arrest, Trump's Worst Week Yet and the Sky That Changed Everything: The Week That Was February 15-21, 2026
This week, the old world came apart in every direction at once, with history rhyming so loudly it almost drowned out the moment the sky changed forever. Over the deafening noise of collapse, the shift made no sound at all, as the heavens made a promise never made before, and now the world as we know it will never be the same.
This week, the U.N. Human Rights Council said the Epstein files point to a "global criminal enterprise" and that the systematic abuse documented could meet the threshold for crimes against humanity. Trump's DOJ responded by announcing it won't investigate further and has no plans for additional disclosures - even though only 3 million of an estimated 6 million files have been released. Channel 4 News reported this week that what's been made public may be as little as 2% of what the FBI retrieved from Epstein's properties.
Rather than release more, Trump’s DOJ sent Congress a letter explaining its redactions, helpfully including a list of all “government officials and politically exposed persons” that listed the names of people like Elvis Presley, who died a decade before Epstein's crime spree began, alongside scores of people Epstein merely mentioned in emails who had no known connection to him. A masterclass in muddying the waters.
If the feds won’t investigate, state authorities can, and this week New Mexico lawmakers launched an investigation into Epstein’s Zorro Ranch - now owned by self-described "Trump Republican" Donald Huffines, who plans to turn it into a Christian retreat - after the files alleged Epstein ordered the burial of two foreign girls near the property.
While reports confirm half a dozen current Trump administration officials appear in the files to varying degrees, including RFK Jr., Howard Lutnick, Mehmet Oz, Stephen Feinberg, and John Phelan, this week, Representative Ted Lieu said the files reference Trump himself "numerous times" and contain what he called highly disturbing allegations, including claims that Trump raped and threatened children (which he characterised as allegations).
In response, Trump declared himself "totally exonerated," but political reporter Roger Sollenberger pointed out that the files show the FBI interviewed a woman, deemed a credible victim in 2019, who accused Trump of sexually assaulting her as a teenager after being introduced by Epstein. Attorney General Pam Bondi testified under oath last week that there was no evidence in the files that Trump committed any crimes related to Epstein. That now appears to be a lie.
Representative Thomas Massie said he's lost confidence in Bondi, accusing her of evasion, improper redactions, and refusing to meet with survivors. He called Trump and those around him members of the "Epstein class," while Marjorie Taylor Greene said Trump personally "fought the hardest" to keep the files from the public. Hillary Clinton called it a cover-up.
Billionaire Les Wexner - identified in FBI records as a potential co-conspirator - testified before the House Oversight Committee this week, saying he was "conned" by Epstein and cut ties in 2007 after discovering alleged abuse and financial theft. His own attorney reportedly told him mid-deposition, "I'll f*cking kill you if you answer another question with more than five words." Though Wexner denied any wrongdoing, Congressman Robert Garcia made it clear there would be no Epstein Island without Les Wexner.
Meanwhile, prominent MAGA figures are calling out Steve Bannon for demanding transparency about Epstein for years while staying largely silent about his own extensive communications with the convicted sex offender, now evident in the files.
While consequences in the US remain largely rhetorical, the UK has moved decisively. Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor - formerly Prince Andrew - was arrested this week on suspicion of misconduct in public office after investigators opened a case after allegations emerged from the files that he passed confidential trade reports to Epstein while serving as Britain's special trade envoy. Epstein survivor Marijke Chartouni put it plainly: "It took British police less than three weeks from the release of the latest files to arrest Andrew, making Pam Bondi and Kash Patel look increasingly inept."
Back home, the Republican Party headquarters in Wisconsin was spray-painted this week with the words "pedophile protectors." With Team Trump panicked about the looming midterms, Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem told reporters her department would help ensure the "right people" vote for the "right leaders" - an extraordinary statement that drew immediate accusations of election interference.
Amidst the noise, Stephen Colbert taped an interview with Texas Senate candidate James Talarico that CBS lawyers told him he could not air citing FCC scrutiny of the "equal time" rule. Colbert moved it to YouTube, where it became his most-watched interview in months. "I think Trump is worried we're about to flip Texas," Talarico said, framing the Republican party's use of Christianity as a political weapon and offering what could be a genuine off-ramp for evangelicals uncomfortable with the Epstein cover-up. Without evangelicals, MAGA can't win, so no wonder they’re scrambling.
After former president Barack Obama publicly backed anti-ICE demonstrators in Minneapolis this week and - in what may be the most surreal pivot of the year - appeared to tacitly confirm the existence of alien life, Trump accused him of improperly sharing classified information, then said he didn't know if aliens existed, then directed agencies to release whatever UFO files they have. But that's not the files people want, Donald.
At the Munich Security Conference, American politicians from both parties condemned Trump's recent attacks on US allies while European leaders publicly signalled plans to rely less on American security guarantees. Trump responded by attacking a green energy deal struck between the UK and California, calling it inappropriate for a foreign country to work directly with an American state - while simultaneously hosting his so-called "Board of Peace" in Washington, a body that more than a dozen allies and even the Vatican have refused to join. Trump arrived late to the inaugural meeting, rambled for an hour, and appeared to fall asleep as dignitaries spoke, though he did pep up long enough to pledge $10 billion to the board from US coffers - meaningless, since only Congress can legally appropriate government funds.
News went from bad to worse for Trump this week as the Congressional Budget Office projected this week that the US deficit will hit $1.85 trillion this year, and that Republican tax cuts will add $4.7 trillion to the deficit over the next decade. Then the Supreme Court struck down his tariffs in a landmark ruling, delivering a sweeping rebuke of executive overreach. Trump had a complete melt down, calling the justices "a disgrace to our nation," lashing out at “these f*cking courts,” declaring “we have a right to do pretty much what we want to do,” and announcing he would defy the ruling by signing a new blanket 10% global tariff using yet another antique statute.
Trump dismissed questions about refunds - Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent said he believes Americans are unlikely to directly see the $175 billion in tariff revenue already collected - prompting Illinois Governor Pritzker and California Governor Newsom to both demand billions in refunds for their residents immediately.
And as the week closed, the Trump administration edged closer to military action against Iran. Nuclear negotiations have stalled and officials warn that if talks collapse, a large-scale joint US-Israeli strike could follow. Aircraft carriers, warships, and large weapons shipments have already been moved into the region, and the skies suggest a strike may be imminent.
But beneath all the noise of the war drums and redactions and the tantrums, courts and cover-ups, something truly unprecedented happened this week. Not in Washington or London. Not in a courtroom or a committee room or a spray-painted party headquarters, but in the sky.
While Trump staged his tariff meltdown and a former prince languished in a cell, two planets met at the first degree of the first sign of the zodiac - a conjunction that has never occurred in recorded human history. It was only the most important thing that’s happened in thousands of lifetimes, but it happened so quietly, it went mostly unheard. This wasn’t just a rare transit or an interesting alignment - this planted a new frequency that will shape the next hundred years of human civilisation.
The noise right now is not the story. It’s just the sound of the old world dying loudly, clearing space for what is to come. As collapse continues, the sky is making it clear that those who built themselves into the old world’s highest towers are coming down with it. Trump’s chart from here is one of consequence arriving with compounding force. It doesn’t get better for him. It gets much, much worse. And he’s not the only one.
The same sky that’s closing in on Trump is drawing a single line through multiple world leaders simultaneously. The next six months will see many leaders fall because the architecture they built their power on is incompatible with what the sky just seeded. We are in the passage between worlds, and the stars are guiding us through.
So this week, we’re going to sift through the clatter to see what’s humming beneath the ground, to paint a picture of what’s up ahead. Take a deep breath and let’s wade through the noise. Let’s cross the bridge from here to there, together.
**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**
A King Who Lost His Kingdom
It's not often a royal ends up in handcuffs. Only a quarter of the world's countries still have functioning monarchies, so royals themselves are a dying breed - there’s so few of them to begin with, and even fewer who end up in custody. As far as the British Crown is concerned - arguably the most famous of them all - you have to go back almost 400 years to find the last time a senior royal saw the inside of a cell.
In the winter of 1649, the sitting King of England was dragged into Westminster Hall to stand trial for treason against his own people. King Charles I refused to remove his hat or enter a plea and told the court they had no jurisdiction over him because his power came from God, not from people, and people don’t get to judge God’s appointments. The court disagreed, found him guilty, and sentenced him to death. Three days later, he was marched out to a scaffold built against the Banqueting House - the very building where he’d commissioned a ceiling painting of his father ascending into heaven - and beheaded.
England did the unthinkable and killed a king, abolished the monarchy and declared itself a free state governed by the people’s representatives. At first what replaced the monarchy looked very much like a republic; a Commonwealth, government by Parliament, but that dream lasted only a few years. Oliver Cromwell, the revolution’s hero, took power and dissolved Parliament when it annoyed him - he literally walked in with soldiers and told them to leave - and installed himself as Lord Protector; not a king, technically, but a man who could veto legislation, command the army, and conduct foreign policy by personal decree. When they offered him the actual crown he turned it down, but people addressed him as “Your Highness,” and he moved into the king’s palaces and sat on the king’s throne, and when he died, his son Richard inherited the title, because apparently the revolution against hereditary power had invented.…hereditary power.
Richard Cromwell lasted eight months before the whole thing collapsed. A little over a decade after the people of England cut off the king’s head, they invited the dead king’s son back from exile and put the crown right back on. Charles II rode into London to cheering crowds. They dug up Cromwell’s corpse, hanged it, and stuck his head on a spike outside Westminster Hall, the same building where the revolution started.
When they killed the king, the wound of why we make kings in the first place walked out of the courtroom untouched. The idea that some people are born to crowns survived the revolution because they thought the problem was who wore it, not the crown itself.
The sky that winter mirrored the drama on the ground, with every heavy planet pulling against every other, creating maximum pressure to transform. Uranus and Neptune - the planets of revolution and dissolution - were fused together in Sagittarius screaming “tear it all down and start something new,” but there was a wound in the room that nobody could see.
Chiron - the wounded healer that teaches through pain - was in Leo, the sign of kings, at an awkward angle to the revolution in Sagittarius. The two signs couldn’t see each other - the wound of kingship and the energy of revolution had no line of communication, so they executed the carrier but left the disease.
A Queen Who Lost Her Head
More than a century later, in Paris in 1789, the same wound rose again for healing. The French had watched what the English did and thought, “We can do that, but angrier.” The Bastille fell. The Declaration of the Rights of Man was drafted. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity rang through the streets. And then came the guillotine.
Marie Antoinette was fourteen when they shipped her from Austria to marry a man she’d never met, and installed her in a palace so opulent it made its own weather system. The people hated her for her spending and for her foreignness, and for "let them eat cake" - a quote she almost certainly never said, borrowed from a story written when she was ten years old and living in another country. But most of all, they hated her because she was the wound made visible.
On the day they dragged her to the guillotine, nine months after they executed her husband Louis XVI, Chiron was back in Leo again, the same sign it occupied in 1649 when England took King Charles I’s head. The wound of kingship was sitting right where it sat last time, only now, Pluto - the planet of transformation through annihilation - was staring straight at it from across the sky in Aquarius - the sign of the people, the collective, the radical idea that no one is more important than anyone else.
With Pluto in Aquarius aimed directly at wounded Chiron in Leo, heads rolled, the monarchy dissolved, the aristocracy scattered, the old order burned, and for a brief, incandescent moment, it looked like the people had finally won. But Pluto is a wrecking ball, not an architect. It can expose the rot and demolish the building, but it can’t draw the blueprints for what comes next. That’s Saturn’s job - to bring structure - but Saturn was in Taurus, squaring the wound instead of speaking to it, like a clenched fist in a collapsing tower.
So the wound remained unhealed and the Revolution ate itself. Robespierre’s Reign of Terror executed thousands of the very people who’d started the revolution. The Committee of Public Safety became the most dangerous organisation in France. And within a decade, Napoleon crowned himself Emperor, literally taking the crown from the Pope’s hands and putting it on his own head, and, just like that, France had a monarch once again. Different head, same crown.
The wound of Leo - the belief someone must always sit at the top - survived again because opposition is confrontation, not integration. You can stare at the wound across a room and scream at it and throw things, but that doesn’t heal it - it just makes it angrier.
A Prince Who Lost His Freedom
Jump forward a few hundred years to this week - February 19, 2026 - where a squadron of unmarked police cars pull up to Sandringham in Norfolk, England, one of the British royal family's private estates, enroute to arrest Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor - formerly known as Prince Andrew, Duke of York, the brother of King Charles III, the reigning King of England.
The first arrest of a senior British royal in modern history came after the release of the Epstein files, which prompted investigators to examine allegations that, while serving as the UK’s trade envoy, Andrew may have shared confidential government information with the convicted sex offender - claims that remain under investigation and unproven. While the alleged sharing of classified material appears to be the focus of this investigation, questions about the full nature of Andrew’s involvement with Epstein remain very much alive - the former Prince was credibly accused of sexual abuse by the late Virginia Giuffre, an Epstein survivor, a civil claim he settled in 2022 for a reported £12 million without admitting wrongdoing. It was the public outcry following these allegations and other revelations relating to Epstein that prompted King Charles to strip his brother of his royal titles, paving the way for the police action that unfolded this week.
Once again, the question of who wears the crown is rising for answering; the ancient wound asking again to be healed. But there is no scaffold this time. No guillotine and no mob. Just a handful of police officers arresting a fallen prince on his 66th birthday, on suspicion of misconduct in public office. No divine right invoked. No theological debate. No rabid crowds in the streets baying for blood. Just a man being told he is not above the system that governs everyone else.
And as always, the sky above mirrors the story below. Pluto is once again in Aquarius - where it was during the French Revolution - sitting in near-perfect opposition to the House of Windsor’s natal Neptune, which represents the mythology and sacred untouchability that has made this institution feel divinely ordained across centuries. It’s the mystique that transforms a family of fallible humans into The Crown, and Pluto opposing it at this precision is the dissolution of it. The dream that the monarchy is above the rest of us is ending as Pluto returns to Aquarius for another pass at the wound of hierarchy.
But wounded Chiron is no longer in Leo, the sign of kings, where it was for both failed attempts at healing in the 1600s with King Charles I and in the late 18th century during the French Revolution. Now Chiron is in Aries - the sign of ignition - and for the first time, it's sharing that fire with Saturn and Neptune. The planet of structure and the planet of transcendence, conjunct and ready to build something from the rubble, with the wound in the same sign for the first time in centuries. All three working together in Aries - in the same fire, the same language, as if they’re saying to one another, “I understand you. Let me help.”
And even more than that - just hours after Andrew’s arrest, Saturn and Neptune met at the first degree of Aries, where the entire zodiac begins. The Genesis Reset - an unprecedented conjunction not seen in recorded human history. That’s structure meeting collective consciousness at the literal beginning of everything, offering us a complete reset for how we run reality.
For the first time in centuries, the wound of power and the energy of structural rebirth are in communication. The wound is in the room, but it’s not embedded in the foundation or fused to the wrecking ball. It’s close enough to inform the new structure, far enough not to contaminate it.
The sky has stopped repeating itself and - at last - is offering humanity the chance to build something entirely new.
Pluto’s Wrecking Ball
For centuries, every time humanity has tried to solve hierarchy, the wound has survived because we never knew how to address it without replicating it. Every time we tore down the pyramid, someone rebuilt it. Cromwell cut off the king’s head and then sat on his throne. The French guillotined the aristocracy, then gave Napoleon the crown. Over and over, the cage was demolished then rebuilt with different bars, because the architects of the new order kept drawing from the same blueprints as the old one.
But Saturn and Neptune meeting at 0° Aries was the ignition of a whole new blueprint - the birth of a new reality. After hundreds of years of trying and failing to heal the wound of the crown, the sky is telling us clearly that hierarchy is over, and we’re not going back, not in our lifetime, and not in our children’s lifetime either.
Now that Saturn and Neptune have hit the reset button in Aries, Pluto - the wrecking ball - will spend the next twenty years in Aquarius, exposing who has power they shouldn’t have, who built wealth on backs that weren’t theirs, and who sat at the top of structures designed to keep everyone else at the bottom. What happened this week with a prince being arrested was just the opening scene of a twenty-year demolition.
We saw evidence of Pluto’s wrecking ball this week not just in England but also in South Korea. The very same day Andrew was being held in a cell on the eve of the great Saturn/Neptune reset, Yoon Suk Yeol, the former President of South Korea, was sentenced to life in prison for leading an insurrection in December 2024, when he declared martial law and sent armed soldiers by helicopter to storm parliament, and ordered the arrest of the opposition leader. It lasted only six hours, because ordinary citizens showed up at the doors of parliament and physically blocked the troops from entering, buying time for 190 lawmakers to climb fences and force their way inside and vote unanimously to overturn it.
The man Yoon tried to have arrested that night is now the sitting President and the people who stood in the doorway have been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, while Yoon himself sits in a cell, sentenced to life by the courts of the democracy he tried to overthrow. No violence or blood, just process and law. Just Pluto telling a fallen leader - on the same day it told a fallen prince - that the pyramid doesn’t get to rebuild itself this time.
Pluto in Aquarius has spoken, and this is just the beginning.
Heads Will Roll, The Mighty Will Fall
There will be many more dominoes to fall over the coming weeks and months, not just thanks to Pluto. Right now, Uranus - the planet of sudden upheaval - is sitting directly on Algol, one of the oldest and most feared stars in the ancient sky representing the severed head of Medusa. When it meets Uranus, it means only one thing: heads will roll and the mighty will fall. Historically, this transit is famous for showing up whenever those who believed they were untouchable “lost their heads.” Uranus has been sitting on this star since early February and doesn't move off it until late April, and right now it’s touching the charts of some of the most prominent leaders in the world - none more so than the man who has crowned himself America’s king.
Donald Trump’s chart right now is under all kinds of cosmic pressure. Last week’s solar eclipse in Aquarius landed on the part of his chart where the world holds him to account, at the same time that Uranus conjunct Algol hovered over the region governing his career and public standing - the “heads will roll” transit closing in, big time. That alone should be enough to topple a king, but since Trump is known for outrunning consequence, the sky has packed a series of knock-out punches that make this just the opening act.
The frequency Saturn and Neptune just seeded at 0° Aries is the exact opposite of everything encoded in his chart, and the sky is not going to let the contradiction stand. It's no accident that on the very day this unprecedented conjunction appeared in the sky, the Supreme Court struck down his tariffs, rendering the $175 billion in revenue already collected illegal. The “as above, so below” of that moment is hard to overstate. Put simply, Trump’s chart is incompatible with what comes next.
What follows for Trump isn't a single blow, but a sequence that doesn't let up. In April, Saturn moves first to oppose the part of his chart that governs illusion - the myth of the self-made billionaire, the fog of invincibility, the hall of mirrors. By July, it reaches the deepest wound - the part of him that has always needed to be told he's worth something, that he matters more than everyone else - and retrogrades, running back over it, as if to say, “I asked you a question and you didn't answer.” The August eclipse lands on the axis governing identity versus accountability, in the house of confinement, isolation, and self-undoing. It's not whispering a warning. It's opening a door….or closing one.
If all that’s not enough to demolish the would-be-king, beyond 2026, over the next decade and more, Pluto’s wrecking ball inches toward the point in his chart that determines how the world relates to him permanently. The mythology of Trump won’t survive Pluto. Nothing does, except what’s true.
And Trump’s not the only strongman set for a fall under this year’s sky. The same Saturn that stations on Trump’s deepest wound in late July also sits on Benjamin Netanyahu’s mythology and Vladimir Putin’s persona. One planetary event pressing on the wound, the illusion, and the identity simultaneously, as if the sky drew a line through all of them at once.
And the solar eclipse in August comes for all three of them as well. For Netanyahu, it lands on his Pluto in the house of international law - bad news for a man with an ICC warrant already hanging over him - and for Putin, it lands on his Midheaven - the point of career, legacy, and the throne itself. Three different men. Three different charts. Same sky. Same message.
And across the water, the King of England himself is not exempt. While Saturn presses on Trump, Netanyahu and Putin's charts, it's heading straight for the throne, reaching King Charles III's Midheaven in June. For a man already navigating cancer, Saturn on the crown isn't a polite nudge. It's the sky asking directly if this institution can hold.
The frequency that was born at 0° Aries this week does not negotiate with pharaohs. It doesn’t matter how many walls they’ve built or how many people still cheer their names. The architecture is incompatible with what’s coming, and the sky is clearing the site.
The Emerging Blueprint of a New World
Many more leaders who have acted without integrity will find the pedestal they placed themselves on crumbling beneath them, with Uranus on Algol “taking heads” over the next few months, and Pluto marching through Aquarius for the next twenty years, ensuring no more pedestal climbing.
This is the collapse of the old world, and it will not be quiet. The powerful who fall will try to take the tower down with them, and the rest of this year is likely to be very loud. But this is not pointless chaos - it's the clearing of the field. The demolition has to happen before anything new can be built.
If you want a map for what comes next, I wrote about it here:
After Pluto passes through Aquarius, it moves into the dissolution of Pisces in the late 2040s. The last time Pluto was in Pisces after tearing down a monarchy, Napoleon walked through the fog and crowned himself Emperor, because nobody could see clearly enough to stop him. But this time - if we let the towers fall and put away the crown for good - the wound will have been named, and the fog won’t work the same way when the lights are on.
After dissolution comes rebirth when Pluto enters Aries around 2066. And after rebirth comes grounding, as Pluto enters Taurus in 2095 and stays there well into the 22nd century. That's the full sequence written across the next century - demolish, then dissolve, then rebirth, then ground.
Every time Pluto has passed through these signs before, someone rebuilt the pyramid, but this time, the sky around Pluto is telling a different story, driven primarily by Neptune - the planet that shapes what a civilisation believes in, what it collectively dreams as real and possible. Neptune doesn't enter the signs historically associated with institutional power and concentrated hierarchy for more than a century. That's the piece that changes everything. The revolutionaries of the past failed not because they lacked courage but because they still dreamed in the shape of pyramids - it was the only structure they'd ever known. This time, the dream itself is being rewritten in the sky. We're not just demolishing the pyramid. We're forgetting why we thought we needed one.
The sky is not returning to the signatures that build empires, install kings, or prop up institutions designed to concentrate power at the top. Not this century.
The wound will be tested, most certainly. Chiron returns to Leo - the sign of kings that it occupied when Charles I knelt at the scaffold and Marie Antoinette climbed the steps to the guillotine - around 2041. But it returns the way a surgeon checks a scar, to check it actually healed - not to reinstall the crown. By then we’ll have fifteen years of practice at building differently. Fifteen years of learning what a circle looks like instead of a pyramid.
Consider a flock of birds - a murmuration - thousands of starlings moving as one body through the sky. No leader and no follower and no obvious chain of command. Just coherence. Each bird responding to the birds nearest to it, and from that local awareness, a global intelligence emerges that no single bird is directing.
That’s what the unfolding sky is describing right now. Not the absence of structure, but the emergence of a structure so distributed, so self-organising, so rooted in mutual awareness that it doesn’t need a top.
We’ve actually seen this before, in small pockets. In the way emergency responders self-organise during disasters when the chain of command fails. In the way open-source communities build software that no corporation could design. In the way Indigenous cultures sustained civilisations for tens of thousands of years through kinship networks rather than hierarchical governments.
Saturn at 0° Aries says the structure is real - this isn’t a fantasy - but Neptune at the same degree reminds us this new structure is nothing like what we’ve seen before. And Chiron in the same fire says that this time, we’re building it with full awareness of the wound. Not around it or in spite of it, but straight through it.
The wound of Leo - that someone must be king - doesn’t get killed this time. It gets included and transcended; acknowledged as the developmental stage it was. Humanity needed hierarchy the way a child needs a parent, but now the sky is saying we’re old enough to walk alongside each other, without crowns and scaffolds and guillotines and thrones.
We are a species learning - finally, after hundreds of years of trying - that the flock doesn’t need a lead bird. That coherence doesn’t require control. That accountability through structure, not vengeance, is what the first degree of the first sign actually looks like when it shows up in the world.
The time of dominance is over.
The Forgotten Frequency, A Time of Remembering
But how do a thousand birds turn as one body without a leader? How do they not crash into each other? How does a flock of starlings move with more precision than any army, any government, any corporation ever built, without a single chain of command?
And more importantly, how are we humans supposed to do that? We can’t even navigate the local supermarket without a war over whose trolley goes where. We can’t make it half way down the street without honking our horn at the driver who cut us off or the cyclist taking up our lane. How are we supposed to organise ourselves without a leader? Without someone telling us what to do, or where to go, or how to be?
We have lived so long in the Age of the Mind - in a world built on thinking without feeling, on fear, control, and domination - that we’ve forgotten the one thing we as humans were made to do; to let our thoughts be informed by our hearts.
Those birds flying in formation aren’t barking orders at one another - they’re feeling each other. Each bird in a murmuration is feeling the movement of the six or seven birds closest to it - not watching or calculating, not following an instruction, but actually feeling each shift in pressure, every tilt in the field, the movement that travels through the flock the way a shiver travels through a body. No bird is told what to do. Every bird simply knows, because it can feel what the birds around it feel.
And that is the frequency that Saturn and Neptune just planted at 0° Aries.
Not a new ideology or a new set of rules. Not a better pyramid with kinder people at the top. A whole new frequency that can only be metabolised through the heart, to replace the old one we could only make sense of in the mind. A felt resonance between living beings, connecting us heart to heart instead of head to head, allowing coherence without control, as we start to feel what each other feels.
That signal has always been ours. It lived in us as memory - carried in the bones of Indigenous cultures, encoded in the myths of every civilisation, whispered in the stories of a golden age before the fall. A time when the pain of another person registered in our own chests before our minds had time to decide whether it mattered. When cruelty was felt by the person who inflicted it, in real time, as if they’d done it to themselves.
It wasn’t a fantasy. It was a frequency we lost, slowly, over millennia, as the mind grew louder and the heart grew quieter, like a radio signal drifting out of range. And when we could no longer feel each other, we had to find other ways to hold ourselves together. That’s why we invented hierarchy, because it was necessary once the felt field was gone. When you can no longer feel the people nearest to you, someone has to give the orders. When the coherence breaks, control and domination step in - not as a choice, but as a survival mechanism.
That’s what the Age of the Mind was. Not a triumph of intelligence, but a compensation for a lost frequency. We built pyramids and parliaments and chains of command and militaries and monarchies because we couldn’t hear each other anymore.
Kings only exist because the felt field collapsed. That’s the wound Chiron has been carrying through Leo for hundreds of years. Not that hierarchy is evil, but that hierarchy was a prosthetic for a connection we forgot we had. The crown was never the disease. The crown was the crutch. And we mistook the crutch for the leg.
Now the crutch is being removed, not by revolution or by force, but by the return of the signal it was built to replace. That is what Saturn and Neptune seeded this week at 0° Aries. The felt field - at last - is coming back online.
And that’s why history doesn’t have to repeat this time. Cromwell doesn’t have to take the throne and Napoleon doesn’t have to crown himself. Every previous revolution failed because the revolutionaries still couldn’t feel each other - they tore down the pyramid and then rebuilt it, because without the felt field, what else could they do? They tried to build the new structure before restoring the connection that makes structure unnecessary. This time, the connection comes first as the felt field returns, and the rest will freely follow.
In a world where you can feel what another person feels as a lived sensation in your own body, you don’t need to be told not to harm them. You just know, the way a bird knows, the way a cell knows, the way the ocean knows where to send the wave, that to harm another is to harm yourself.
This is the Age of the Heart.
Not a world that has learned to be kinder.
A world that has remembered how to feel.
The path before us is not easy. There will be challenge ahead and the coming months will seem like chaos. Dismantling hierarchy is like watching a skyscraper being demolished - no matter how coordinated the demolition, it never falls quietly. There will be dust and there will be noise and there will be moments when the air is so thick with debris that you cannot see your hand in front of your face, let alone the horizon.
But the demolition is not the story. The clearing is.
When the dust settles - and it will - what remains will not be rubble, but ground that hasn’t been open in centuries, where something new can finally take root, because the structure that was standing on it has finally stepped aside.
So when the noise gets loud - and it will get very loud - remember what was planted this week. The signal is in the ground now, and it cannot be unplanted. The chaos is not the future - it’s the old world’s final act, played loud because loud is all it knows. And when your mind starts racing and your chest gets tight and the headlines make you want to close your heart and bolt the door - don’t.
Stay open in your heart.
That’s the only instruction, the only one that matters. In a world that is doing everything in its power to shut you down, the most revolutionary act available to you is to keep your heart open and feel what you feel. To let the signal through. To trust the part of you that already knows how to fly in formation, not because someone taught you, but because you were built for it.
The flock is forming.
We’re already in it.
We’ve been in it longer than we think.
And now…..we fly.
If you need some support finding your wings, come join me in the Daily Lighthouse. I’ll be there, each day with you, or if you prefer it in an audio listening format, head over to the Resonance Room.
See you next Sunday, friends. Until then, have COURAGE, and stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.
Onwards!
I really love the murmuration analogy. It's really that it's that frequency of movement and connection that I know I have been feeling lately in the streets of Minneapolis where we're running underground, eating papers with addresses, taking agents on a wild goose chase with some Mexican flags in the back of my car, but somehow we just all did this all at once. I saw it in my family. We started connecting and we were all doing work. I looked around the community and it was almost in full engagement within a couple weeks. That's murmuration through the community- I strongly feel that it's the way we're going. It's all about the heart..
thank you once again for a beautiful, thoughtful thorough rendition of this insane time that we're in. It brings me hope. I've known that everything must fall, though the cruelty is really tough to watch. I'm trying to stay on my eagle perch view, and be part of the new resistance, the murmuration of the new times.
I often wondered why my heart opened up when I saw a murmuration--and oh, how I wanted to fly with them. Now I know I can be part of a murmuration, while my feet are on the ground. Thank you. 💛