Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: Mamdani, MTG, and the Monotonous Myopia of Mutating Madness
Shutdowns, Starvation, Solar Flares, Secrets & Decay: The Week That Was November 2-8, 2025
This week, as fire and ice danced across the heavens, America’s farce reached fever pitch as its senile king starved the people, a shuttered government guarded its secrets, and a wave of blue hope washed over the wreckage as the light of truth began to pierce the dark.
As the U.S. government shutdown became the longest in history, dragging past the 35-day record Trump set in his first term, Speaker Mike Johnson kept Congress padlocked, refusing to swear in Arizona Democrat Adelita Grijalva - the final signature needed to force the release of the Epstein files. Hakeem Jeffries accused the GOP of running a “pedophile protection program” and Trump threw a Gatsby-themed Halloween party at Mar-a-Lago on the very eve that the shutdown caused SNAP benefits to expire for the 40 million Americans who rely on them to eat.
Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer offered Trump an off-ramp: Democrats would reopen the government if Republicans agreed to extend existing health-care tax credits for one year and begin bipartisan talks on long-term affordability. Trump rejected the proposal outright, demanding that Republicans scrap the Senate filibuster instead and push through a reopening without Democratic support, and floated an idea to redirect the billions earmarked for Obamacare subsidies directly to Americans rather than insurers - a move that exposed both his political desperation, his deep misunderstanding of how the program works, and his increasing detachment from reality.
And just for good measure, Trump’s Department of Agriculture sent an email to grocery chains forbidding them from offering discounts to customers hit by the SNAP lapse, making sure the people he’s starving with a shutdown actually starved. A federal judge issued a scathing rebuke saying Trump must keep SNAP payments flowing, but unfortunately words don’t feed children, and his administration only released partial payments.
60 Minutes aired what can only be described as a car-crash interview with Trump - a 90-minute ordeal cut down to 20 in a failed attempt to make him seem less unhinged. The producers carved away nearly an hour of rambling and rage, a mercy they didn’t extend to Kamala Harris, whose interview was only trimmed for time - though CBS still ended up paying Trump $16 billion after he sued over “unfair editing.”
Asked why he pardoned Binance founder Changpeng Zhao - convicted for failing to prevent money-laundering on his crypto exchange - Trump said he knew nothing about it. The same man who once mocked Biden for using an autopen to sign pardons now boasts he pardoned someone he doesn’t know for something he doesn’t know about. Ding ding, we’ve arrived. Welcome to Loony Land!
Trump’s Department of War carried out its seventeenth extrajudicial strike this week - another illegal hit on a small boat in the Caribbean. The attack pushed Trump and his sidekick Pete Hegseth’s kill count to 69 confirmed deaths, all off the books and outside the law. Still unsatisfied with the number of bodies piling up, Trump floated plans to deploy American troops in Mexico, Nigeria, and Venezuela as Senator Lindsey Graham cheered on the mass murder, saying “I feel good about the Republican Party and where we’re going as a nation. We’re killing all the right people.” I kid you not - that’s a direct quote.
Meanwhile, Judge Aileen Cannon was given until year’s end by the 11th Circuit to unseal Special Counsel Jack Smith’s final report on the classified national-security documents the Feds found stashed in Trump’s Mar-a-Lago bathroom. Republicans are already whispering that if those pages drop alongside the Epstein files, the midterms next year could be an “extinction event.”
The numbers already aren’t on their side: this week’s off-year elections brought a blue tsunami across the country. Even Trump-endorsed Andrew Cuomo lost to Trump nemesis Zohran Mamdani in the New York mayoral race - a blow to Trump’s ego and, apparently, to Debra Messing’s too. In hindsight, maybe inadvertently giving 350,000 federal workers a day off to vote due to the shutdown wasn’t the most brilliant strategy from the very stable genius.
Speaker Mike Johnson sprinted to the nearest microphone to plead his case: “If we lose the majority, they’ll try to end the Trump administration. He won’t have four years. He’ll have only two, because they will move to impeach him….” Now don’t you threaten us with a good time, Mr. Speaker.
Air travel across the nation came to a halt this week as controllers hit a full month without pay due to the shutdown. The danger of flying while the government sleeps became all too real when a UPS cargo plane crash-landed in Kentucky, exploding into a fireball that engulfed nearby warehouses and killed 11 people, and then two passenger aircrafts nearly collided at the LAX airport forcing one to make an evasive move. The stretched system isn’t bending anymore - it’s beginning to break.
In news of other looming disasters, the Federal Reserve quietly pumped over $50 billion into U.S. banks this week through a series of unannounced transfers. But don’t panic - the economy’s just fine, President Trump assured us. Never mind the polls showing inflation crushing households, or his approval rating sinking into the thirties - the lowest of his career. Ignore the fact the nation just recorded its worst year for layoffs since 2009, with October’s job cuts up 183 percent from September. And certainly disregard Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent admitting on live TV that “there are sectors of the economy that are in recession.” Fake news, people. All of it.
The Supreme Court set a hearing date for Trump’s alleged illegal demolition of the White House East Wing, and justices also heard arguments from his lawyers insisting he should be allowed to tariff the entire planet, despite taxation being Congress’s job. It didn’t go well. The bench looked unconvinced, and Trump panicked, warning that if they ruled against him, the government would have to repay “trillions, not billions” that clearly, Donald’s already spent renovating his White House bathroom.
MAGA kept unraveling at the seams as Marjorie Taylor Greene went on The View and somehow appeared sane, Ben Shapiro attacked Tucker Carlson for platforming alt-right Nazi Nick Fuentes, Candace Owens continued getting everybody off-side with her wild but sometimes plausible conspiracy theories, and Erika Kirk was caught on camera seemingly squirting fake tears into her eyes before an interview.
Then came the physical collapse: during a White House press conference, a man dropped to the floor. Health Secretary RFK Jr bolted while Trump briefly roused from his sundowning slumber behind the Resolute Desk to stand and pose for a picture with a vacant stare that made him look every bit the dementia patient, eyes glassy, grin vacant. The picture said it all: the lights are on, but the patient’s gone. He can’t have long left now.
Overseas, Israeli Major General Yifat Tomer-Yerushalmi resigned after admitting she’d approved the leak of footage showing Israeli troops abusing a Palestinian detainee. She was later arrested and charged, as Netanyahu fumed that the leak was “the most serious media attack Israel has faced since its establishment,” while somewhere, karma quietly underlined his name.
Nancy Pelosi announced her retirement, Former Vice President Dick Cheney died, and with the government still shut down, flights grounded, and millions going hungry, Trump strolled out of his gold-leaf palace for another weekend of golf and parties in Palm Beach.
Usually, I’d check the stars and map the frequencies to carve some clarity from this week’s chaos, but right now, the only way to make sense of what’s unfolding is to widen the lens. You can’t know where you’re going unless you know where you’ve been, and this moment only makes sense when you see the long road that led us here.
For over a decade, we’ve been living through a monotonous myopia of mutating madness, watching people we loved disappear into seeming insanity while they pointed back at us, claiming we’d come unhinged. That journey to crazy town was never random but cosmically cued - a spiral written in the stars that’s now reaching its destination. We are collectively about to leave the illusion and wake from the dream, and the reality that awaits defies explanation.
This week’s Wrap-Up is longer than usual (my poor typing fingers!) but I hope you stay with it because we’re going back to the start to make sense of how we got here, and to map where to from here. I’ve been sitting on this for months now, waiting for the right time to say it. Now’s the moment, and I hope you have ears to hear and eyes to see.
If you want to understand where we’ve been….
If you want to know where we’re going….
If you want to move forward without fear or despair….
Then read on, dear friend, and let’s make some meaning from all the madness.
**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 World Before the Spell
It was January 23, 2007, in the chamber of the U.S. House of Representatives when President George W. Bush stepped to the rostrum, flanked by two faces that summed up the decade: Vice President Dick Cheney, stoic and pale, and beside him, for the first time in American history, a woman holding the Speaker’s gavel - Nancy Pelosi. It’s seems fitting to circle back to that moment given that this week Pelosi retired and Cheney passed away.
That historic night, the president adjusted his papers, glanced over his shoulder, and said with a grin, “Tonight, I have the high privilege and distinct honor of being the first president to begin the State of the Union message with these words: Madam Speaker.”
The room erupted. Democrats cheered, Republicans stood, and cameras flashed as the first woman to lead the People’s House was greeted by the man whose war she opposed - a Republican president welcoming a Democrat speaker, without any jabs or barbed words or veiled hostility.
Back then, America still remembered how to rise in unity when the moment required, not divide in partisanship over every issue. Yes, there were two sides of the aisle, but the chasm between them was still narrow enough that it was possible to reach across, and many frequently did. These were the early days after 9/11, when the nation was still unified - many opposing views jostling mostly homogeneously beneath one common flag.
Those were the days of Neptune in Aquarius.
Neptune is the planet of imagination, empathy, idealism, and illusion. Wherever Neptune goes, it dissolves boundaries; it melts the edges between people, ideas, and institutions. It can inspire unity or breed confusion, depending on whether we use its fog to dream or to delude.
Aquarius, on the other hand, rules the collective mind. It’s the sign of systems, science, networks, and humanity itself. It’s rational, reformist, and concerned with how the whole functions - the society, not just the self.
When Neptune passed through Aquarius from 1998 to 2012, we entered an era where emotion met intellect - a time when people could still see the bigger picture clearly. It was an age of shared ideals rather than tribal identities. Even when people disagreed, they still believed in the idea of “the common good.” There was faith in progress, in community, in the notion that humanity was evolving toward something better.
Back then, politics, even in disagreement, still had a kind of grace. It was under this sky that Barack Obama rode to power in November 2008 with a decisive majority - 69.5 million votes (53% of the total) carrying 28 states plus D.C., including traditional swing and even some Republican-leaning ones like Indiana, North Carolina, and Virginia. More than half the nation chose him and his vision of hope and change - a clear, broad mandate by modern U.S. standards.
But by 2011, towards the end of Obama’s first term, the mood began to fracture as Neptune drifted from the final degrees of Aquarius into Pisces, and the collective dream of progress started to splinter. The planet of idealism and illusion was leaving the realm of humanity and systems for the waters of feeling and faith. What once united people through shared ideals now began to divide them through personal belief. The air of reason gave way to the fog of conviction, and with it, the age of collective clarity dissolved into the age of confusion.
It was this transit that gave rise to Donald Trump, riding Neptune’s wave of Piscean illusion and delusion as it first began to swell.
🌊 Riding the Wave of Illusion
Back in 2011, Trump wasn’t a politician, but a performer, fresh off a decade as the star of the wildly successful reality show The Apprentice, where he turned the boardroom into a stage and the firing line into theater, presenting himself as a decisive mogul and master negotiator when, in truth, he was a failed businessman who had driven no fewer than six casino and hotel ventures into bankruptcy.
Through television, Trump discovered that if you broadcast confidence loudly enough, no one checks the books; image can become empire, and illusion can become identity, especially with Neptune moving into Pisces providing the exact cosmic weather needed for a culture to readily mistake performance for truth.
Though he had long been a registered Democrat, by 2011 Trump had renounced his allegiance and joined the Republican Party just in time to stoke the fires of a racist conspiracy that had been simmering since 2008 - the claim that Barack Obama was secretly born outside the United States and therefore ineligible to serve. The “birther” rumor had lived mostly on the far-right internet fringe until Neptune moved into the final degrees of Aquarius, edging toward Pisces, and Trump saw the wave of illusion forming, and rode it to power.
With ratings for his TV show slipping, he started flirting publicly with a 2012 presidential run to gin up attention - hardly a serious plan but more a ploy to give him a jolt of relevance, but it ended up stirring a loyal audience of right-wing supporters who saw him as a truth-teller, especially when he gave voice to their deep-seated belief that a Black president could not possibly be legitimate.
Trump began amplifying the rumor about Obama’s citizenship, not because he believed it, but because it worked. It got him airtime. He became the mouthpiece for millions whose prejudice was being stirred by Neptune’s drift from Aquarius into Pisces - a collective movement from shared ideals to emotional projection. He gave their resentment a voice, and they gave him their attention, loyalty, and increasingly blind devotion. In essence, he told them exactly what they wanted to hear, and in turn, they loved him for it.
On Good Morning America, he said he was “a little bit skeptical” that Obama was born in America. On The View, he told a national audience, “I want him to show his birth certificate. There’s something on it that he doesn’t like.” Cable news ate it up, his ratings soared and the story spread like wildfire.
Within months, it dominated headlines. The White House Press Room was consumed by questions about the conspiracy. Even as Obama’s team was orchestrating the covert capture and killing of Osama bin Laden - the terrorist who had masterminded the 9/11 attacks a decade earlier - they were forced to divert energy to refuting a baseless claim being amplified by a reality TV star.
On April 27, 2011, under immense pressure, Obama released his long-form birth certificate from the state of Hawaii - verified, final and undeniable. The matter should have ended there, but Trump, ever the showman, stepped to the microphone and, instead of admitting he was wrong, declared victory. “I’m really honored and proud that I was able to do something that nobody else could do,” he told reporters, as if the country’s first Black president were a contestant he’d just cornered in his made-for-TV boardroom.
That was the birth of Trump the politician, not through policy, but through provocation. He learned that outrage could be monetized, that lies could trend, and that millions would follow a man who gave voice to their suspicion rather than their hope.
The birther conspiracy wasn’t a political strategy. It was a mirror held up to America’s subconscious. It revealed what Neptune in Pisces was about to unleash over the course of the coming decade as the nation entered an era of emotion over evidence, identity over integrity, and narrative over truth.
💥 When Facts Fell and Feelings Ruled
By the end of 2012, Neptune had fully settled into Pisces, pulling the collective tide away from the shared ideals that once allowed a Republican president to welcome a Democratic speaker and a nation to elect its first Black leader, and into an era of idealistic delusion, where belief began to outrun truth. The world dissolved into an age of illusion and emotional absolutism, where people chose feelings over facts.
That December, when a gunman opened fire at Sandy Hook Elementary School, killing twenty children and six adults, the shift became unmistakable. Within days, right-wing agitators like Alex Jones began spreading a new and monstrous claim - that the massacre was a hoax, the children were actors and the parents were paid. It was hardly the first school shooting, but somehow with this one, the outrageous claim was bought into by millions as conspiracy replaced compassion and Neptune’s Piscean fog thickened.
But the delusion wasn’t confined to one side of politics. As the right drowned in paranoia, the left drifted into its own form of idealism. The once-unifying dream of a color-blind society - the rallying cry since the 1960s civil-rights era - began to morph under Neptune’s Piscean spell, and the pursuit of equality became an obsession with identity. “Color-blind” gave way to “color-aware.” Corporations, universities, and institutions began crafting Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion initiatives meant to ensure representation for all - a noble aim that, in its extreme, hardened into ideology. Identity became currency in a world where belonging required labels.
It was under these skies that “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” - the U.S. military policy that barred openly gay, lesbian, or bisexual people from serving, but also blocked officials from inquiring about sexuality - was finally repealed, allowing LGBTQ+ Americans to serve openly for the first time. But as one closet door opened, another kind of expectation emerged. The long-held belief that identity was private - nobody’s business - flipped almost overnight, and suddenly identity became everyone’s business. What had once been forbidden to ask about became socially mandatory to declare.
People began proudly listing pronouns on social media profiles and email footers, some adopting new or fluid forms that challenged language itself. The concept of gender expanded beyond two fixed points - male and female - into an open spectrum, while sexuality followed suit, splintering into infinite expressions. Critics called it “woke ideology,” but beneath the headlines, it was really Neptune in Pisces doing what Neptune always does - dissolving boundaries, blurring definitions, and pulling humanity toward the far edges of its own ideals.
⚖️ Sanders vs Clinton vs Trump vs Neptune
The fog of Neptune in Pisces - where the left leaned more to the left while the right pulled hard to the right - created the perfect environment for a conman like Trump to rise to power.
By the 2016 presidential election that pitted Hilary Clinton against Donald Trump, people on both sides of the aisle largely abandoned fundamental truth and instead cleaved only to facts that matched their feelings. The truth was that both candidates were flawed - Hillary carried decades of political baggage from a lifetime in the public eye that made her a hard sell for anyone craving authenticity, while Trump weaponized that same distrust, presenting himself as an outsider even as his empire was built on debt, deceit, and reality television illusion.
On the road to the election, Hillary Clinton had essentially thumbed the scales during the 2015 primaries by signing a Joint Fundraising Agreement that gave her early control over the DNC’s finances, staffing, and messaging, effectively merging her campaign with the party machine months before the first vote was cast. The fierce contest for the Democratic nomination between herself and Senator Bernie Sanders became blatantly unfair, as debates were scheduled on low-viewership weekends and debate questions were leaked to her team in advance. In the end, the party machine crowned Clinton, despite the fact Sanders had out-fundraised her, bringing in a record-breaking $228 million in grassroots donations, most of it from small donors and without a single super PAC dime. Left-leaning voters, lost in a Piscean fog of Neptunian idealism, blindly rode the Clinton train straight into historic defeat.
On the right, the same illusion took hold, but for them, with winning effect. Republican voters turned a blind eye to behaviour from Trump that would once have disqualified any conservative nominee but now served to them as proof of authenticity. When Trump was caught on a hot mic bragging about sexual assault - “grab them by the p***y” because “when you’re a star they let you do it” - his supporters barely flinched. Wrapped in a Neptunian haze of grievance and nostalgia, they cheered him on as the anti-establishment hero who “said what everyone was thinking.”
And so the decade of delusion was set: the once-religious right became a refuge for men behaving badly, while the moral zeal of the left hardened into emotional absolutism, where even words and feelings could be framed as violence. Under Neptune in Pisces, both sides became drunk on their own myths - mirror images in the same fog, different illusions under the same spell.
The age of shared ideals was gone, replaced by tribes of feeling convinced only their truth was real.
🔥 The Fever of Faith and Fury
Trump’s election in 2016 didn’t heal the divide - it deepened it. Both sides, trapped in their own Piscean-clouded reflections, doubled down on belief. Republicans drifted further into conspiracy - embracing QAnon, nativism, the cult of Trumpism and Fox News - while Democrats charged into moral crusade, rallying behind the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements; a long-overdue reckoning for the likes of Harvey Weinstein and Jeffrey Epstein, and clearly a reaction to the election of Trump.
But as the wave of righteous outrage built, justice blurred into zeal. The rallying cry of “all victims must be believed” began to eclipse the principle of “innocent until proven guilty.” In the heat of moral certainty, accusation became conviction, and reputations could be annihilated in a tweet. Progress devoured process, and a new kind of shoot-first justice took shape - swift, emotional, and absolute.
Under Neptune’s Piscean fog, both sides distorted purity: the left weaponised it, the right abandoned it. Cancel culture on one side, cult culture on the other - two extremes of the same illusion, each convinced they alone held the truth.
🦠 The Piscean Pandemic
Then came 2020, and with it, a global pandemic that plunged an already disoriented world deeper into Neptune’s Piscean haze.
Suddenly, nobody could agree on what was true and what wasn’t. Half the world clung to safety rituals with religious fervour - scrubbing groceries, masking outdoors, and isolating for months, convinced that endless caution was the only moral path - while the other half revolted by scorning masks, mocking lockdowns, and rejecting vaccines as plots or poisons.
Facts fractured into tribes; science became scripture for some, heresy for others. The pandemic wasn’t just a public-health crisis - it was the moment that truth itself went viral and died of exhaustion, while new prophets emerged from both poles of blind belief.
On the right, politicians like Marjorie Taylor Greene and Nancy Mace found fame through outrage, while influencers like Joe Rogan, Tucker Carlson, Charlie Kirk, Andrew Tate, Candace Owens, Jordan Peterson, Russell Brand, Ben Shapiro, and Elon Musk rose to their zenith - each selling conviction in an age allergic to doubt.
On the left, movements like Black Lives Matter surged after the killing of George Floyd, demanding long-denied justice for systemic brutality, yet even that noble uprising was soon blurred by Neptune’s Piscean mist - righteous fury mingling with chaos, moral clarity dissolving into moral absolutism, as the burning of buildings was rationalised as purification by fire.
🌀The Myopia of Madness
The fever reached its peak on January 6, 2020, when a mob of Trump’s faithful stormed the U.S. Capitol, violently assaulting police officers, breaking windows, trashing offices and even smearing faeces on the walls. It’s hard to look at it now as anything other than a moment of sheer and utter madness, but at the time (and even still today) many Republicans talked it away as a group of peaceful protesters taking a lively tour. Police and civilians alike were killed - it was anything but peaceful - and it should have been the end of Trump then and there, but somehow he lived to fight another day, bouyed by the support of his followers still lost in Neptune’s Piscean fog.
As Joe Biden took the nation’s reins, both sides stumbled deeper into the mist and reality itself became optional. The right talked away Trump’s 34 felony convictions for business fraud as a witch hunt and shrugged when a raid on Mar-a-Lago exposed classified documents piled in his bathroom. The left, meanwhile, rationalised Joe Biden’s visible cognitive decline, insisting it was mere age or media manipulation, until denial collapsed under its own weight. And when the party quietly anointed Kamala Harris as the 2024 Democratic nominee without a single primary vote, they did what they always accuse the other side of doing: traded democracy for convenience, illusion for integrity, and, once again, marched toward their own undoing.
The 2024 election that returned Donald Trump to power was held in the thick of the Neptune-in-Pisces illusion, with 77 million Americans somehow deciding that electing a convicted felon, known conman, and failed businessman who’d clearly incited an insurrection would be the solution to the nation’s growing list of problems.
But decisions made in the thick of a Neptune/Pisces fog hold only as long as the fog does, which is why this year, as Neptune briefly drifted into Aries before slipping back into the final degrees of Pisces, we saw - for the first time in over a decade - Trump’s magic begin to wane as the illusion around him started to crack.
🌞 When the Dream Meets the Flame
In April this year, Neptune left the sign of Pisces - where it’s been since 2012 - and dipped into the first degrees of the sign of Aries.
Pisces was the dream that ruled the age of illusion, empathy, escapism, and collective feeling we’ve lived through underwater this last thirteen years. But Aries is not water - it’s fire - and when Neptune slides into that sign, the dream world catches flame and the fog burns away. What was hidden in emotion gets exposed in action. Where Pisces dreams, Aries acts - illusion meets friction, belief meets consequence, and the world wakes up to what it actually did while it was asleep.
It doesn’t bring instant clarity, but combustion, demanding direction from the passions that once fed delusion. Under Neptune in Aries, the empathy that once numbed us becomes the fuel for confrontation, as the collective asks not “What do I feel?” but “What will I fight for?”
In April this year, the Arian fire that clears the Piscean fog began to slowly burn, offering us the first signs that the world was starting to wake from the dream.
Many on the left who just a year earlier wouldn’t have heard a bad word spoken about Joe Biden came to openly accept that his team wilfully hid his decline from the public, and admit that his decision to run for a second term is what handed Trump his.
Many on the right who voted for Trump in 2016, 2020 and 2024 had a sudden change of heart as his second term antics began tearing at the fabric of American democracy. Voters who’d stayed loyal through years of open corruption, grifting, and illegality suddenly awoke mid year, as he gutted the federal government and sought to suppress the Epstein files he promised to release. Trump’s approval rating has never been as high as the presidents who came before him, but as Neptune dipped into Aries, it sank to an all-time low, with less than 40% of the country expressing support for his second presidency.
🕯 When the Spell Breaks
While these past few months with Neptune testing the early Arian flickers have offered a glimpse of what the next decade will demand - truth over fantasy, clarity over comfort - for now, Neptune has drifted back into the final degrees of Pisces, hovering at the edge of illusion until early next year, when it will begin its full thirteen-year march through Aries.
Just as Trump rose to power on a wave of delusion when Neptune was fading out of Aquarius in 2011, he now faces the mirror image of that moment. As Neptune finishes its time in Pisces, the fog that built him begins to thin, and once it enters Aries early next year, that mirage will burn away completely.
It’s Neptune’s movement that’s also at the heart of Marjorie Taylor Green’s recent personality transplant, that’s seen her publicly at odds with views she previously championed. The Congresswoman best known for harassing and stalking survivors of school shootings that she believed were “false flag” events, and suggesting a deadly wildfire in California in 2018 might have been caused by “what looked like lasers or beams of blue light” coming from “space solar generators” - a claim that was falsely but famously misquoted as “Jewish space lasers” - turned up this week on The View, of all places, sounding more centrist and sane than half of the hosts.
Greene’s appearance was nothing short of surreal - like watching the arsonist stroll back to admire the house she once set ablaze. She spoke about government gridlock, healthcare costs, and the exhaustion of a nation divided, even daring to sound reasonable as she called for “women of maturity” to sew the country back together. Gone were the tirades about cabals and conspiracies; in their place was something almost resembling self-awareness.
When pressed about her history with conspiracy theories, Greene claimed she’d been “a victim of social media lies” and said she’d been “misled by things [she] read online.” It was an almost confession-like moment, wrapped in political self-preservation. She didn’t exactly apologize, but she did something she’s never done before: she publicly distanced herself from the madness that made her famous.
You could feel the room tilt - even the hosts looked stunned. It was as if she was trying to step out of her own meme. She’s been shedding her old skin for months now, starting back in July when she became the first Republican member of Congress to publicly label Israel’s military actions in Gaza as a “genocide,” and since then, she’s been flying the flag for sanity on a range of issues, most notably calling for the release of the Epstein files and being one of only four Republicans to sign a petition to trigger a House vote on the matter.
Marjorie Taylor Greene’s sudden pivot isn’t a miracle of conscience - it’s a Gemini survival reflex triggered by the sky itself. With Neptune squaring her Mercury (the planet of mind and message) and Saturn pressing from the other side, her old trick - selling conviction without clarity - is cracking. The fog she once weaponized now clouds her own compass. When Neptune moves like this through a chart, delusion stops serving and starts suffocating.
At the same time, Pluto trining her Sun pries open the deeper question of power: how to hold it without self-destruction. Add a Chiron return, and the pressure becomes personal - the cosmic mirror stage, where everything she’s projected onto others loops back for reckoning.
In short, as Neptune winds through the final degrees of Pisces, Greene’s Gemini antenna is catching the shift in frequency, and she’s trying on contrition to ride the changing current. Her chart’s being stripped of camouflage; she’s rehearsing a new role because the old one no longer plays under this light. This isn’t enlightenment - it’s survival instinct masquerading as redemption. But in the grander arc of the sky, that’s how the spell breaks: the loudest prophets of illusion either evolve or evaporate.
Her new civility isn’t awakening; it’s a weather vane catching the new wind - proof that even the merchants of delusion can feel the fog lifting before the rest of us see it.
⚔️ Reality Bites
But while some like MTG are attempting shapeshifting as the fog lifts, many of those who have been lost in the mirrored house of their own ideals are crashing out as the illusion collapses.
Right now, Trump’s base is devouring itself, Republican against Republican, as the illusion that once bound them dissolves in the light of consequence. As they emerge from the fog, they’re all stumbling over a few key issues - the rapidly dissolving facade of Israel’s righteousness, the rising revelation of the true horrors of Epstein, the unanswered questions surrounding the death of Charlie Kirk, and the increasingly unavoidable reality that Trump himself is unravelling.
Candace Owens is at war with Ben Shapiro over her criticism of Israel; Shapiro, in turn, is feuding with Tucker Carlson and Nick Fuentes for their “America First” stance that rejects blind allegiance abroad. The movement that once roared about putting America First is now tangled in a holy war over who’s loyal enough to Israel - a contradiction so absurd it could only thrive in a Neptunian haze. Laura Loomer’s railing at everyone, Ted Cruz is railing at Fuentes, Fuentes is railing at JD Vance, and Candace is throwing shade everywhere, but most intensely at Erika Kirk, while MAGA proceeds to eat its own. Even Vivek Ramaswamy and Kash Patel are learning the hard way that MAGA’s devotion to “freedom” ends where race and loyalty tests begin. The fog is thinning, and as it lifts, the movement that once crowned delusion as doctrine is left choking on its own smoke.
There’s been a similar collision with reality on the left. This week’s elections saw actress Debra Messing crash out hard, posting Islamophobic screeds to Instagram as the realization set in that Zohran Mamdani was about to become New York’s new mayor. Prominent Democrats who’d refused to endorse him stumbled through their own reckoning as the fog lifted and the people’s will became clear. When asked who he voted for the next morning, Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer could only stammer, “Look, I voted, and I look forward to working with the next mayor to help New York City.” The Democratic leader couldn’t even bring himself to say whether he voted for a Democrat - a perfect snapshot of a man at the end of delusion.
It would appear this week’s elections hit Trump the hardest of all, as if the man whose magic was made of Neptune in Pisces suddenly realised the spell was breaking. In the wake of a blue tsunami sweeping every electorate on the ballot, the reality of power collapsing became impossible to deny. Commentator after commentator took to the airwaves declaring the results a death knell for Republicans in the 2026 midterms, as if nobody could have predicted that driving farmers to bankruptcy, slapping tariffs on the world, shuttering the government, starving citizens, and demolishing parts of the White House might sour voters.
“America cannot function if President Trump has to deal with co-equal branches of government having the ability to check his power,” Karoline Leavitt declared in an unhinged statement that will likely be studied by historians for centuries.
Megyn Kelly, who’s spent years twisting herself into a pretzel to defend the GOP, took to YouTube to wail, “The Republican Party is not strong. Republicans don’t know how to win. They don’t know who to run! They don’t know what to do when Daddy’s not there to fly them across the finish line!”
Steve Bannon raced to a microphone and said the quiet part out loud, telling a hall full of conservatives, “If we lose the midterms and we lose 2028, some in this room are going to prison, myself included.”
Unusually, Trump himself has hardly pushed back - his response to it all has been predictably belligerent but surprisingly feeble, as if he’s a man who knows the jig may finally be up. He’s the magician frantically tapping his magic wand on the side of his cauldron, wondering why it no longer sparks, desperately hoping he might still be able to pull a rabbit out of his hat.
Reality bites - especially when Neptune is lacing up its dancing shoes, ready to tango with Aries. But what’s coming isn’t just an all new Aries flavoured Neptune - we are hurtling towards an unprecedented astrological alignment, being shepherded by a series of never before seen celestial events, that together will change the face of reality, flip the table and reset the board.
Over the coming months, a whole new game is about to begin.
🕰 The Genesis Reset
Neptune strides into Aries next January, and by February it will be met by Saturn at 0° - the first spark of the first sign. That’s structure meeting spirit and form meeting fire - the planetary equivalent of the Big Bang, where the laws of reality collide with the dreams that tried to rewrite them.
This is the Genesis Reset - a conjunction unseen in recorded history - and it will slam shut the gates of illusion. Those who built their empires on fantasy, fear, and fame will find the bridge to the new world out of reach. This is where the curtain falls on Trump and his court: JD Vance, Mike Johnson, MTG, Stephen Miller, Russ Vought, Tulsi Gabbard, Pam Bondi, Kash Patel - the whole troupe of sycophants will be sent staggering offstage under the weight of their own mythology. History won’t applaud; it will turn the page.
But this isn’t just America’s reckoning. It’s planetary, and the stars map the terrain.
In Britain, Keir Starmer takes a karmic bruise; not fatal, but humbling. King Charles becomes the caretaker of a fading crown as Prince William prepares to step into a monarchy that no longer believes in itself. London’s Trump-lite agitator, Nigel Farage, will keep shouting into the wind, but the echo will finally die.
In Israel, Netanyahu’s bill comes due. The illusion of invincibility fractures, and the mirror of fear he built his rule upon shatters. As the fog clears, Palestine begins a long, painful rebirth - a nation shifting from survival to sovereignty.
In Russia, Putin remains upright but hollowed, as his throne trembles beneath him. While his empire rots faster than it can repaint itself, out of the rubble, Ukraine’s scarred generation begins to rebuild, forging identity from endurance.
The great machinery of illusion is grinding to a halt. We are months from the ignition point, but the current is already in the wires. The American elections this week were only the first spark; the charge is building.
These next months will move fast - systems unravelling, truths erupting, the old gods of politics and power stripped of costume. The world will not end, but it will molt.
All the while, above us, a strange parade is forming - wandering lights gathering like heralds on the horizon. The sky is clearing its throat before it speaks, and what it’s about to say will change everything.
☀️ The Messenger from the Stars
A few months ago, a wanderer from another star entered our Solar System - 3I/ATLAS - a comet that defied every rule we know. If you’re not aware of this cosmic anomaly, it’s time to pay attention, because this wonder in the heavens is central to everything that comes next.
You can read my detailed explanation of it below:
When we first observed 3I/ATLAS slipping into our solar system in July 2025, astronomers noted it was a glowing red mass moving through the heavens like something that knew where it was going - threading the planetary lanes like a needle through silk: precise, deliberate, almost rehearsed. Wrapped in a halo of charged gas and heavy metals, it defied every known category - a comet that burned hotter than expected, releasing carbon dioxide eight times faster than water, with jets of light where ice should have been. Two steady points at its leading edge glowed like headlights, holding their position even as the nucleus tumbled - a geometry so exact it looked engineered, not accidental. Some said it pulsed, as though breathing, while others said it was signaling.
In early September, when the interstellar guest appeared to change color from red to green as it approached our Sun, rumours abounded that it might be an alien craft, but mystics proposed instead that this visitor was not technology at all, but a higher consciousness passing through our realm to amplify and activate. They predicted that as it neared our Sun - the source of all life in our system - it would trigger an energetic ignition, that either the object itself would awaken or its passing would awaken the Sun, unleashing a wave of light across the field.
It appears both predictions may have been right.
When 3I/ATLAS swung around the Sun in late October, the Sun responded like a conductor meeting his soloist - a storm of flares, light, and magnetism hurled straight into its path. The intensity of the solar eruptions was immense - had they been Earth-facing, they would have fried satellites and drowned our electronics - yet still, the wanderer survived; not dimmed, but brighter, not dust, but defiance.
As the interstellar visitor emerged from behind the Sun this past week, astronomers watched it do the unthinkable: it accelerated, veered slightly off its predicted path, and began firing jets of plasma in multiple directions. Its color shifted once more - from green to an electric blue - and its brightness surged to nearly five times what models foresaw. What was once mistaken for a dormant comet now gleams like a living alloy, as if the Sun’s bombardment had rewritten its molecular code. There’s still no soft comet tail, no trail of ice or dust - just a crown of jets, some aimed sunward, as though defying the very star that woke it.
In the language of science, blue means ionization, but in the language of the soul, blue is truth cutting through haze. It’s almost as if this mysterious traveller is working its way up the chakras: beginning in red, the root; moving into green, the heart; and now ascending into blue, the throat - from empathy to expression, from feeling to revelation. Each hue a frequency gate; each transformation, a message. Perhaps it’s on its way toward the crown via the indigo of the third eye.
If its color deepens toward violet as it nears Earth in mid-December, it will have completed the full climb - from base to crown, from matter to meaning - mirroring a planetary kundalini rising. The solar system itself seems to be participating in the ascent: the heavens clearing their throat, ready at last to speak, as the comet carries the frequency wave through the system, one chakra at a time.
⚡️ The Light Calls Us Home
Whenever the Sun activates, so do we. Every flare, coronal ejection, and magnetic wave that bursts from its surface travels through the same cosmic ocean that holds us. Our planet doesn’t orbit outside that energy - it swims in it. The same photons that strike the comets and make them blaze also strike our atmosphere, our oceans, and the bioelectric field of every living thing.
When solar activity spikes, the Earth’s magnetic field vibrates. Our hearts and nervous systems - both electromagnetic organs - vibrate with it. That’s why during major solar storms like the ones we’ve recently been experiencing, people report sleeplessness, surges of intuition, erratic emotions, and sudden moments of clarity.
The Sun speaks in light, and our cells listen.
So when 3I/ATLAS circled the Sun, igniting its flares and feeding its fire, the two celestial bodies weren’t just performing a duet - they were conducting a charge through the entire system. The Sun is awakening, and through it, so are we. Each pulse of solar energy is a call to rise, to clear, to remember.
The same way the interstellar comet has been ascending through the chakras, the Sun is pushing us through ours - from the root’s survival panic to the crown’s conscious peace. We are being magnetically rewired for truth, one flare at a time, as we approach the unprecedented conjunction of Saturn and Neptune in Aries next February.
These coming months will not be business as usual. There will be nothing normal about them. As unheard of as what’s happening in the skies right now is, what we will see play out on Earth in the days ahead will be equally unbelievable. Power that we thought was unbreakable will disintegrate rapidly. Systems that we thought were infallible will crumble before our eyes. Everything that was not built to hold truth will face the fire of the Sun and burn up in its glow. Everyone who’s been living out of integrity will be dragged into the light of truth.
The exposure is now unavoidable.
All eyes on Trump - he’s the weather vane as the energy shifts from falsehoods to truth, as his entire existence is built on lies. There’s not one brick in his castle that wasn’t forged in falsity, and when the flames of truth rise like they’re rising now, every one of them will burn to a cinder.
We’re already seeing it now - the man is disintegrating before our eyes and it’s only going to become more pronounced in the coming weeks. His own chart tells the story - this month he’ll face a slew of devastating revelations as he rapidly loses control of the narrative. He’ll throw out his usual barbs and lies (it will likely be shocking and explosive), but none of it will land like it used to - the leaks and words that rise against him this month will be karmic, wounding and public and he will no longer be able to outrun them. By end of month, whatever he’s been hiding will be ripped open with a volatility that he simply will not be able to contain.
December will be his humiliation crescendo - his chart screams public eruption, scandal exposure, karmic clash and shadow files splashed across his mask. It’s a personal collapse, as he embodies the chaos he’s inflicted upon the world, while the world itself reaches a moment of collective revelation. The bubble of illusion he’s maintained around himself for decades will dramatically burst. His mask will shatter, his scandals will surface, and his ego will be dragged back into karmic debt.
Trump may not make it through the end of this year physically, but if he manages to, February awaits. This is the end of the road for the man and the myth. Just as his whole life these past 80 years have symbolised how lies breed prosperity in a world that has rejected truth, so he will come to symbolise what happens when the whole universe colludes to restore the frequency of truth to a planet that forgot it. He will be written into the history books as a cautionary tale of what happens when we actively step out of the light to weaponise the dark, a monument to a broken frequency that the universe is now - once and for all - working to restore.
The Sun, the comet, the storms, the politics - they’re all part of the same ignition. What’s flaring in the heavens is flaring in us. The universe is burning off illusion at every level, clearing the field for February’s reset, when Saturn and Neptune meet at the first degree of Aries and reality itself reboots. The light that’s hitting us now is preparation - an energetic calibration for truth. By the time that conjunction arrives, what can’t align with integrity will be gone.
Only what is real will remain.
💎 The Frequency of Truth
This coming reset won’t bring instant peace, but immense upheaval. For a world built on falsehood, the restoration of the frequency of truth will trigger unmitigated chaos. For a world built on lies, the blazing truth will feel like unbridled calamity.
Think of your own life - how often you adjust yourself to accommodate someone else, stepping out of your truth to avoid disharmony. We’ve been trained to change our frequency to create harmony with others - to sing a false note just to keep the chord sounding sweet.
But when the false note is no longer singable, all that’s left is dissonance. Chords that once sounded beautiful will suddenly turn unbearable. Relationships that once fit like a glove will start to strangle. Institutions that once sang of justice while secretly humming control will fall silent. People who claimed to lead for the people while ruling for power will topple as the frequency they built their power on collapses beneath them.
That’s what’s coming.
That’s what’s happening now.
We are not walking into a time of peace but an age of revelation.
The lights of our own hearts are about to be activated and switched on after centuries of darkness, and in that blinding light we will see ourselves clearly, and whatever mess we have made. It’s like Jack Nicholson’s line in A Few Good Men: “You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth.”
At first, many won’t be able to handle it at all. For those unfamiliar with the pure frequency of radiant truth, it will feel like fire. For some - like Trump - it will be devastating, a total implosion. But that’s how the board resets: through collapse, combustion, and the clearing of every false foundation.
Things will fall apart at first, but only to make room for what’s real to rise. I don’t say any of this to trigger you into fear - quite the opposite. Fear is the frequency that’s collapsing - there is no point in anchoring there.
The only secure place to drop your anchor now is in the frequency of love and truth. That’s where to stabilise now. Everything else is due to collapse. The only safe place is the where true safety has always been - in our hearts, in the energy of love.
No more adjusting to stay comfortable.
No more stepping out of truth to keep the peace.
Practice the frequency now, even if it hurts.
The fire of truth burns away everything that’s false, and for many of us right now, there’s a lot that must burn. For some, the light will be too bright - the mess too much to face. Those who thrive in what comes next will be the ones who have mastered the art of living in the light of unshakable truth.
For them, this collapse won’t feel like collapse at all.
It will feel like justice.
It will feel like deliverance.
It will feel like the world finally coming into tune,
with a music you can’t help but dance to.
Right now, you get to choose. Are you planting your feet in the world that’s dying,
or setting up camp in the one that’s being born? Are you tuned to the frequency of what’s collapsing, or the one that’s rising to stay?
The choice is yours.
The moment is now.
Let truth burn through all that must.
We are not watching the world end.
We are watching it remember itself.
What’s ahead is not doom but deliverance, and we are not here by accident.
We chose to stand at this threshold - to be the bridge between worlds.
So as we walk this road together, through the ashes of the old world, may we call the new one forth not with weapons or words, but with open hearts. May we release all fear and anchor ourselves in love as we face this storm, this fire, and this reckoning, and walk together toward the dawn of a new day.
See you next Sunday, friends. Until then, stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.
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After reading and absorbing all that you wrote,I felt an overwhelming sense of calmness. Thank you