Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: The Star That Heralds The Fall Of Kings
Ceasefires, Collapse, A Mad King and a Messenger: The Week That Was October 12-18, 2025
This week, the madness hit terminal velocity as reality jumped the shark, strapped it to a rocket and fired it straight into the Sun.
Taking a brief break from turning the military on American citizens, Trump flew to the Middle East to declare “everlasting peace” in Gaza, where Netanyahu bestowed on him Israel’s highest honor and called him his “greatest friend,” and Trump responded with a rambling speech asking Israel’s president to pardon his mate Bibi for one of the many crimes he’s been accused of. It was like an alternate universe war crimes tribunal - the leader of a genocide and the man who sold him the bombs congratulating each other while the Knesset applauded their crimes.
As heartwarming footage of Israeli hostages reuniting with their families flooded social media - and CNN handed Christiane Amanpour her hat for telling the truth - heartbreaking scenes of Palestinians returning home to find their families killed and their homes blown to smithereens also hit the feed.
Meanwhile, Trump flew to Egypt to cut an illegal crypto deal with the President of Indonesia, have a bizarre arm wrestle with French President Emmanuel Macron, call Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni a “beautiful young woman,” and sign a Gaza peace agreement that neither Israel nor Hamas were party to (Netanyahu bailed lest he be arrested for war crimes.)
But with the ink on the peace agreement barely dry, Israel started dropping bombs again, Hamas admitted it wouldn’t disarm, and Trump tweeted that he had “no choice but to go in and kill them.” His “eternal peace” lasted less than 48 hours.
Back home, he authorized covert action in Venezuela and considered hitting them on land after blowing yet another boat out of the water in the Caribbean. He gave $40 billion to Argentina to bail out his wannabe dictator mate Javier Milei, pardoned George Santos (who pled guilty to wire fraud, identity theft, and misuse of campaign funds), while having his former National Security Advisor John Bolton indicted for allegedly mishandling classified documents (or was it for the crime of having a moustache, who knows?)
As Trump unveiled his half-built new White House ballroom and rambled about reverse bathtubs and plans for his own Arc de Triomphe in Washington, Time Magazine unveiled his face (and neck) on the cover. The president had trouble closing an umbrella, suggested Watergate was a hoax, made plans to launch missiles from warships off California for a “vanity parade,” and accused “Biden’s FBI” of placing agents in the January 6 crowd - forgetting he was still the one in charge at the time.
Trump met Ukranian President Zelensky at the White House - with Pete Hegseth in attendance wearing a Russian flag tie - and told him it was “time to stop the killing and make a deal,” and that there should be “no more shooting, no more death” and Ukranians should just “go home to your families in peace.” If only Putin would stop invading their country and bombing them into oblivion.
Nancy Pelosi told a reporter to shut up, RFK Jr told us to stop trusting experts, Katie Porter landed in hot water for berating a staffer, and Capitol Police investigated a swastika found in Republican Representative Dave Taylor’s office.
Journalists walked out of the Pentagon rather than sign Pete Hegseth’s new restrictive press-pass policy, while federal prosecutors charged voting-technology firm Smartmatic with money laundering.
In an ABC interview, Vice President JD Vance refused to answer whether border czar Tom Homan took a $50,000 bribe, so George Stephanopoulos cut the feed. When told a group of Young Republicans had been caught sending racist Telegram messages - joking about gas chambers, slavery, rape, and being “ready to watch people burn” in concentration camp ovens - Vance told America to “grow up” because that’s just “what kids say in group chats.”
And as the U.S. government shutdown dragged into its third week, Speaker Mike Johnson continued to refuse to swear in a newly elected Democrat whose signature would trigger a House vote to release the Epstein files - as reports surfaced that Epstein’s partner-in-crime Ghislaine Maxwell is being given special treatment in prison. Across the pond, damning emails from Prince Andrew to Epstein surfaced, outing the Prince as a liar and forcing him to hand over his royal titles, and the Pope began dismantling Opus Dei. Yes, the one from The Da Vinci Code. Yes, it’s actually real.
Just before running out of money due to the ongoing shutdown, the Supreme Court refused to overturn Alex Jones’s defamation ruling, saying he still owes $1.4 billion to the families of the Sandy Hook victims he called “actors.” Apparently, for their next trick, they plan to gut the Voting Rights Act and pave the way for Republicans to rule forever, so maybe it’s a good thing they’ve run out of cash.
And as over 7 million Americans took to the streets of over 2,500 cities across the United States to protest their rogue president, Trump posted an AI video to social media depicting himself wearing a crown and flying a fighter jet over American cities unloading tons of raw sewage on the heads of protesting citizens gathered below. Because that’s what grown-ups do.
There were earthquakes all over after an alien comet flew behind the Sun and it unleashed a barrage of solar flares (not making this up, I promise.) Alaska was ripped by violent storms that tore homes from their foundations, snapped power lines, and silenced generators. Meanwhile, Loretta Swit died, D’Angelo died, and Candace Owens’ hopes of climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge died as Australia banned her from entering the country.
It was chaos left and right, but none of it was random. It’s what happens every two centuries or so when Pluto journeys through Aquarius, a trek it began in earnest this week and will continue for the next twenty years. What we’re watching right now - the wars, the shutdowns, the kings unravelling - is the planet of destruction holding our feet to the fire. What holds truth will rise; all the rest will fall away.
So, as usual, I’ve checked the stars, mapped the fault lines, and tried to make some clarity out of the chaos.
So take a breath.
Let’s unpack the week that was.
Transmute fear with insight.
And make some meaning from 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 Interstellar Messenger
At first, experts thought it was a glitch - a faint, wandering speck in space picked up by NASA’s Asteroid Terrestrial-impact Last Alert System - or ATLAS - used for tracking asteroids that might hit Earth. But this speck didn’t fit the map - it was too fast, too far off-plane, and moving against the expected flow of the Solar System. This was no regular space rock, but something from somewhere else entirely.
Astronomers identified it as a comet - only the third interstellar visitor from another solar system ever observed in human history, hence why they called it 3I/ATLAS.
The first images came in early July showing a blurred nucleus with a faint tail, jets of vapor where there should be ice, heat where there should be silence, and it was immense - some say the size of Manhattan.
Most unusually, this comet wasn’t orbiting the Sun, as most do; it was cutting straight through our Solar System like a blade, slicing in from a direction beyond the constellation Lyra, sweeping down through the orbital frontier where Pluto drifts alone. It passed Neptune’s realm without slowing, skirted the edge of Uranus’s faint blue halo, brushed past Jupiter without so much as a wobble, and crossed the belt of asteroids like a ghost ignoring traffic lights.
It looked like it was on a mission, weaving neatly through the planets, careful not to be knocked off course, and every week it grew brighter, stranger, more talkative. It shed water long before it should have, as if it were alive in the cold, its spectrum spitting out carbon dioxide eight times faster than water, metallic nickel glinting through the gas. It was bleeding light like it had a secret to tell, with two luminous points at the comet’s leading edge - headlights, almost - holding steady even as the nucleus tumbled.
As it moved inward, its path began to look deliberate - threading neatly through planetary zones, dipping close enough to sample gravitational fields without being captured by any, as if it were taking a flyby tour of the Solar System.
No one could explain the precision. The odds of a natural interstellar object navigating this cleanly are astronomical in the literal sense - less likely than winning the cosmic lottery twice.
🌞 Secrets Behind the Sun
For three months now, every astronomy telescope on Earth has been focussed on this strange visitor from another realm hurtling toward the Sun, spraying out water vapor like a ruptured fire hose, its coma swelling, its metallic signature sharpening. Some astrophysicists have quietly admitted that 3I/ATLAS looks “constructed” - physics shouldn’t produce something this organized.
At the start of this week, as it drew near the Sun, five solar flares erupted in sequence over just thirty-six hours. The sky lit up like a live-wire, each eruption hurling charged particles into the solar wind. Several massive plumes of magnetized plasma were sent like messages made of light and heat across the void toward Earth, where they were received as bright auroras in the sky and jitters in our satellites and electrical grids.
And then, our interstellar guest stepped out of view, swallowed by light as it travelled behind the Sun.
Though it’s nearer than ever, for the first time in months we can’t see it, and for the next six weeks, the cosmic traveller will burn unseen, beyond the veil, rewriting its chemistry in solar fire as it reaches perihelion. By the time it emerges from behind the Sun in late November, it may be transformed - split apart, sublimated into dust, or shining with a new face. Nobody knows for sure.
Some suspect it’s up to something while out of our view, that the intense solar heat may unleash a new chemistry, perhaps deposit something into our Sun, deploy probes or drones, or release light and energy codes. Others say it’s just a magnificent billion year old rock, older than Earth itself, that just happens to be passing through, to remind us there’s more out there than we know.
Perhaps its message is simple; the same one the sky has been sending humanity for eons - look up, look up, look up.
😱 In the Grip of Fear
These days, most of us are too busy to look up - we’re preoccupied looking down at the phone in our hands, doom scrolling the latest bit of lunacy that Trump has sharted out of the White House. We dare not gaze skyward, for that would mean looking away, and what would happen if we took our eyes off the Trump circus for but a moment?
Might he bomb another boat in the Caribbean or steamroll another law? Might he desecrate the office he holds further, or set the bar for human decency even lower, if that’s possible?
We can’t look up, so many say, we mustn’t look away; we must keep our eyes and our constant attention on the mad king lest he take away our freedoms and rights.
But therein lies the folly; if the mad king has your eyeballs - if you can’t bring yourself to look away - then he’s already taken your freedom, and it wasn’t even against your will. He’s gripped you by the fear, and now you can’t look away, or look up and see the signs in the heavens that say clearly that his days are numbered.
He’s just the latest in a long line of kings who have tried to weaponise their throne through the distortion of truth, who are about to find out that any throne built on lies cannot stand.
The wise ones never waste much time looking to the crown, or down at their feed. The wise ones have always known to look up - always up - for in the skies above is where the real power plays.
🔭 The Wise Ones Look Up
Two thousand years ago, three of the world’s most famous wise men looked up and followed a star - a signal of truth, written in the sky, the birth of a consciousness that would change the world. It led them to a child whose message would outlast every empire that ever rose to silence it - love one another.
That was it. The simplest sentence in history, but the hardest for civilization to live by, and too powerful for empire to tolerate. Ever since the moment that truth was uttered, empire has been trying to own the light. It nailed the messenger to a cross and built cathedrals over his bones. It crowned kings “by the grace of God” and waged wars in his name. It sold salvation, taxed faith, and wrapped love in law, and yet, the heart kept beating; the truth couldn’t be killed.
For two thousand years since those wise men followed the message born beneath that first star, the heavens above have kept time and kept score. As kings on earth trampled the sacred message, building dynasties on distortions and castles from corruption, the sky has brought a reckoning like clockwork every 240 years or so, to test what humanity has done with love.
Each time the planet Pluto has crossed the part of the sky known as Aquarius, empires have fallen, love has been tested, and truth has survived. Across two millennia, the Plutonian pattern has repeated religiously - you can almost set your watch to it - bringing destruction through Aquarius not to punish but to purify, calling us back to the truth, offering us the chance to try again.
Every time Pluto enters Aquarius, the world remembers what it forgot. From Nero’s Rome to Constantine’s cross, from Charlemagne’s crown to Hamilton’s republic, each cycle begins with love and ends in law, until the heavens tear it down again. This is the story of every empire that tried to own the light.
When the message of love became religion, Pluto tore down Rome.
When religion became empire, Pluto split the church.
When empire became money, Pluto sparked reform.
When money became monarchy, Pluto raised revolution.
And now, in this modern era, Pluto’s back, knocking once again.
This week, as the mysterious alien visitor - 3I/ATLAS - called our attention to the heavens as it dipped behind our Sun, Pluto once again began moving forward through the Aquarian sky, flares shooting and erupting to herald the shift.
For the next twenty years, Pluto will grind it’s way through Aquarius for the ninth time since the birth of Christ - when this age of empires began - tearing down whatever power claims to rule the truth and offering humanity another chance to remember the sacred call:
Return to love…
Return to truth…
Return to your heart…
🔥 The Plutonian Cycle of Reckoning
Every time humanity turns love into law, Pluto in Aquarius comes to burn the law and free the love. That’s how the Plutonian pattern has played out repeatedly for thousands and thousands of years.
Pluto’s first visit to Aquarius in this age happened right after the crucifixion, destroying the very empire that nailed love to the cross. From 60 to 84 CE, Pluto punished Rome for trying to silence love - Nero’s empire burned, the persecutors fell, and the love they tried to silence spread like wildfire through the ashes.
Two centuries later, Pluto returned from 305 to 328 CE to find the rebels of love turned into rulers. Emperor Constantine ended persecution, legalized Christianity, and united the world under one cross, but in crowning faith, he chained it. Love became law, and spirit became system, planting a karmic time-bomb that would detonate again and again each time Pluto crossed Aquarius.
When Pluto entered Aquarius again from 550 to 573 CE, it tested the empire that claimed to rule for God. Emperor Justinian had tried to legislate heaven on earth, to turn divine truth into legal code, but on Pluto’s watch his “New Rome” crumbled under plague, debt, and pride.
From the ruins rose Charlemagne, another man certain he could unite the world under one faith, one crown and one rule, but Pluto’s passage through Aquarius from 795 to 817 CE scattered his empire like dust, proving again that love can’t be forced by law or sword.
Next time Pluto came, from 1041 to 1062 CE, the Church itself split in half - East against West, Rome against Constantinople - each claiming to own the truth. The faith that began with love had become a business of belief.
After that, power moved from altar to treasury and the Church sold salvation and waged crusades for profit, until Pluto returned from 1286 to 1307 CE and tore down the throne again. The Templars fell, and the age of priests ruling over conscience began to end.
Two centuries later, Pluto returned from 1532 to 1552 CE and this time gave the hammer to Martin Luther. Conscience rose where control had ruled, and the heart reclaimed its voice in what became known as the Reformation. The pulpit’s grip broke and the people remembered they could meet God without a middleman.
Another two hundred years later, Pluto crossed Aquarius again from 1777 to 1797 CE, this time coming for kings still claiming to rule by heaven’s design, and returning the power of love to the people. In America, they declared they’d be ruled by no king; in France, they stormed the Bastille. “We the People” replaced “By the Grace of God,” the revolutions gave birth to modern democracy, and for the first time, liberty tried to carry love’s torch.
Every time love has been made into law, the result has been eventual collapse. Pluto always returns to Aquarius to test the truth of what we’ve built - it can’t just look like love; it has to live like it.
🌀 The Ninth Turning
So this week, as Pluto stationed direct in Aquarius and began its twenty-year journey through the sign for the ninth time this age, the empires of our modern world once again come under audit, and democracy and capitalism - born from Pluto’s last pass - are both being held up to the light and pressure tested.
Once again, Pluto whispers the same refrain:
Love was never meant to be law. It was meant to be lived.
Pluto won’t stand for nations that cry freedom while secretly enslaving their people.
Pluto won’t stand for churches that preach love while sowing division.
Pluto won’t stand for institutions built to protect that instead corrupt.
Pluto won’t stand for leaders who speak of unity but thrive on fracture.
Pluto doesn’t just come for structures, but for people living out of integrity too. From princes to politicians to prime ministers to presidents, all are being held to Pluto’s account - it doesn’t care about titles, only the truth.
And as Pluto brings down its judgment, just as it did two thousand years ago and every two hundred years since, a bright new star burns above us like the one the wise men followed - this time not heralding the birth of kings, but the remembering of hearts. As the heavens sound this Plutonian note for the ninth time this age, humanity is being asked once more: Do you remember love?
Under Pluto’s watch, everything that cannot hold love will fall, and everything that can, will rise - not to wear a crown, but to embody a new consciousness.
The age of belief is ending.
The age of knowing begins.
✝️ The Church’s Own Reckoning
In every turning of this age, Pluto in Aquarius has rocked the Church, so it should come as no surprise that right now its facing yet another cosmic audit. After two millennia of Pluto tearing down thrones that mistook power for piety, once again the oldest throne on Earth is being asked to answer: what did you do with love?
That question echoed through Rome afresh this week as Pope Leo XIV quietly moved to dismantle the structure of Opus Dei - the powerful Catholic network founded a century ago whose motto was “sanctify your work” but whose reach often blurred the line between faith and influence. For decades its members - often bankers, judges, and power brokers - rose through corporate and government ranks, quietly on a church sanctioned mission to infuse daily life with holiness. But was it Christianity, or just control?
When Pluto stationed direct in Aquarius this week, it hit Opus Dei’s chart with the cosmic equivalent of a financial and moral audit, exposing where love has become leverage, dissolving the order’s militant edge, electrifying its old illusions and pressure testing a structure losing the will to enforce obedience.
In other words, the vault opened, and the myth is leaking light. Under these skies, Opus Dei is facing the same verdict Constantine’s Rome once did - faith without transparency becomes control, and Pluto always dismantles control.
So as the Vatican moves to absorb and retire its hierarchy, the symbolism lands like thunder: No more kingdoms hiding in the name of God.
Its unraveling under Pope Leo XIV reads like a controlled demolition designed to unfuse power from piety before the heavens do it for him. For the faithful, this reform is just paperwork, but for the Vatican, it’s penance - a confession that even the keepers of heaven’s keys aren’t exempt from the universal audit of truth.
As Pluto moves into Aquarius, the Vatican’s marble facade will begin to sound hollow; secrets rattle behind it like bones learning to speak. Through the end of 2025, that quiet rumble will turn into thunder, and by December’s Gemini Full Moon, the hidden files and whispered stories will start to spill - Opus Dei’s inner sanctum, Vatican ledgers, and the unspoken wounds of obedience and control all surfacing at once. What began as reform will become revelation.
By February next year, the Church will face its mirror as the same cosmic pressure that broke kings and empires presses once again on the Papal throne. The Pope who began as a reformer will become a test case for whether faith can survive truth as the institution built on mystery steps into the age of evidence. Pope Leo XIV may think he’s steering this reform, but by next winter he’ll discover he’s riding a storm much older than Rome itself. The archives will whisper, the faithful will ask questions that can’t be dodged, and the Church will find that transparency isn’t a choice anymore - it’s a commandment.
From early next year onwards, the stars make it clear - there’ll be no returning to secrecy. Either the Church becomes a house of light, or it will become a museum of what once was. For Pope Leo, this isn’t the end of control; it’s the beginning of truth. And for the Vatican, it’s the same test every empire faces when Pluto moves through Aquarius: will it evolve, or will it fossilize?
Pluto demands an answer.
👑 The Fall of Kings…and Princes
Historically, Pluto in Aquarius rattles both churches and kings, and while the foundations of the Catholic church are shaking, so are the ones beneath Buckingham Palace.
This week, Prince Andrew - the Duke of York, and the late Queen of England’s favourite son - relinquished his royal titles, honors and duties in the wake of increasingly shocking revelations about his involvement with one of the world’s most notorious pedophiles and sex traffickers, Jeffrey Epstein.
Back in 2019 during an unforgettable interview with Emily Maitlis on the BBC, Andrew was pressed on a series of photos of him strolling through a New York park with Epstein in 2010, two years after he’d had pled guilty and served 18 months for procuring a minor for prostitution. Andrew claimed he’d gone to New York to end the friendship, insisting it would have been “dishonourable” to do it by text or email, but he’d stayed at Epstein’s mansion for four days and attended gatherings during the visit - not exactly the behaviour of a man cutting ties.
This week, The Sun on Sunday published an email allegedly written by Andrew to Epstein in February 2011 - months after the Duke claimed he’d severed all contact. “It would seem we are in this together and will have to rise above it,” the Prince wrote in the message. “Keep in close touch and we’ll play some more soon!!!!”
Even Maitlis this week said reading those words sent a chill down her spine. Andrew told her he’d gone to Epstein’s Manhattan townhouse to end things in 2010, yet this email - written the following year - tells a totally different story. “We are in this together” doesn’t sound like closure; it sounds like collusion. If the email is to be believed, Andrew didn’t just lie to the public - he lied on record to the BBC, and by extension, to the Crown.
In the end, the mounting accusations were all too much for Buckingham Palace, releasing a statement confirming Prince Andrew had agreed to give up his use of the Duke of York title, as well as his honours as a Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order and Royal Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of the Garter. This, in addition to having already been stripped of his military titles and charity affiliations and banned from using his HRH honorific, means his only remaining title will be that of prince, which cannot be removed as he was born the son of a queen.
While volleys of accusations drag Prince Andrew’s past back into the light, the sky is mirroring the exposure. Pluto’s grind through Aquarius is hitting the House of Windsor where it hurts. King Charles looks tired, Prince William’s chart is sparking with destiny, and Andrew’s is under siege. This isn’t just scandal; it’s structural collapse.
Look ahead to December and - just like the Catholic Church - Andrew’s chart is lit up, and so is Epstein’s and Ghislaine Maxwell’s, all flaring under the Gemini Full Moon. That lunation looks more and more like a cosmic subpoena where secrets will surface, alliances will fracture, and the ghosts of the old order will start naming names.
The myth of church and monarchy are unravelling together, as Pluto wields its way through Aquarius. Different crowns, same reckoning. The truth isn’t creeping anymore - it’s rising - and in December, its going to blow the doors off.
🏃♂️ King on the Run
Just as Pluto in Aquarius tests churches and monarchs, it also comes for presidents who think they are king, and none more so than Donald Trump, who right now is living on borrowed cosmic time, the skies saying clearly that his days wielding power are numbered.
Perhaps Trump has been reading his own chart and knows what’s coming down the pike, because in recent week he’s been acting like a man who knows the jig is up, and is scrambling to assert his authority before it slips through his fingers, knowing he’s running out of time.
He’s gutted government institutions and fired government workers, engaged in reckless tariff trade wars that have seen the cost of goods in America skyrocket and all but bankrupted farmers, and presided over what appears to be an orchestrated government shutdown, designed to conveniently hamstring any oversight and delay the release of the Epstein files, in which he is repeatedly named.
All while paving over the White House rose garden, building a $200 million dollar grand ballroom, handing out billion dollar bail-outs to neighbouring strongmen, cancelling clean energy funding and subsidising coal, sending the national guard into American cities, having ICE round up, kidnap and deport innocent citizens, and bragging endlessly about ending wars he never ended while trying to start one with Venezuela.
And the grifting - the endless, blatant, unapologetic grifting - has become the whole point of his presidency. Every policy rollout doubles as a fundraiser, every press conference a product launch. The West Wing looks less like the seat of government and more like a multi-level marketing convention lathered in gold where the entry fee is loyalty and the exit penalty is federal investigation.
Trump has turned the levers of state into slot machines, with his family and inner circle holding the tokens. Cabinet appointments go to loyalist sycophants, contracts to cronies, and tariff deals to whichever foreign leader flatters him loudest that week and tariff hikes to the ones who don’t bow low enough. His crypto ventures are pitched as patriotic investments but in practice they function like an open-air Ponzi scheme where faith in the leader is the only currency that matters.
Foreign governments have learned the game: gift him something shiny, praise his “strength,” and watch doors open. The Qatar jet scandal was a masterclass - a luxury bribe disguised as a diplomatic gesture that appears to have earned them their own military base on American soil. Meanwhile, domestic companies line up to pledge billions in “new American investments,” knowing a single photo op with the president can secure regulatory leniency worth ten times that.
These are not the actions of a politician who is preparing to face voters ever again. Trump’s second term isn’t a government - it’s a marketplace for influence, a fire sale of integrity, and a masterclass in how to monetize democracy’s corpse while it’s still twitching.
But even the best con runs out of marks, and the stars say Trump’s time is almost up. His chart for the months ahead reads like a slow-motion implosion; every move he’s making now - the bluster, the chaos, the cash-grabs - reeks of a man who senses the universe closing in.
He boasts he might run for a third term, but the cosmic math says he’ll be lucky to crawl to the end of this one. His chart is following the same pattern of exposure and reckoning written in the stars for the Catholic Church and the British monarchy - October cracks the facade, November brings the backlash, December rips open the shadow he’s tried to bury - the scandals, the secrets, the files that never stay sealed. January throws him into collision with the truth, and by February, the stage lights dim as the same cycle that made him king demands its own pound of flesh.
You can feel it in his behaviour - the manic pacing of a monarch who knows the mob is gathering outside the gates. He’s not ruling anymore; he’s running. Every new outrage is just another bid to stay one scandal ahead of the eclipse barreling toward him.
Because when Pluto calls time, it doesn’t matter how many jets, lawyers, or loyalists you’ve bought - the piper must always be paid.
🇺🇸 The Days After Trump
Donald Trump’s time may be running out, but don’t assume Pluto in Aquarius is here just to remove a man from office. It’s here to remove illusion, and in that way, Trump is not Pluto’s nemesis - he’s Pluto’s messenger, the loud, chaotic alarm clock announcing that the age of American denial is over.
Just as Pluto is testing the church, the monarchy and the presidency, it’s also testing the nation that calls itself the shining city on the hill.
America’s founding myth was freedom, but its machinery was hierarchy - the very same contradiction Constantine hard-wired into Rome almost two thousand years ago. Under Pluto’s watchful gaze, that design is being stress-tested: its institutions built on image instead of integrity are cracking because they were founded on illusion, not truth.
America was the first nation to institutionalize liberty - to turn conscience into constitution - but every empire that tries to codify the soul eventually ends up worshipping its own reflection. The “city on a hill” has become a modern day Rome with Donald Trump it’s Nero, fiddling while the empire burns.
But Trump isn’t the nation’s disease - he’s just the symptom, the Plutonian exposure of what was always there: the craving for a savior, the addiction to spectacle, the confusion of faith with fame. What comes after Trump isn’t peace - it’s reckoning.
Pluto in Aquarius doesn’t rebuild empires - it excavates them - and for the next twenty years, the United States will undergo the long dismantling of everything it mistook for strength: wealth without morality, patriotism without compassion, faith without truth.
As Pluto crosses the nation’s Moon in Aquarius, the collective identity will begin to unravel. The myth of exceptionalism will fray. The divisions that Trump exploited won’t vanish when he does - they’ll intensify until they’re healed. America will be forced to see itself naked: not the world’s savior, but another fallen empire grappling with its own ghosts.
Through the late 2020s, Neptune’s move into Aries and Uranus into Gemini will stir the air like a storm front: radical reinvention, digital revolutions, and a population no longer content to be ruled by inherited power. This will be the birth of a new civic consciousness - one less about parties and more about participation, less about saviors and more about systems.
The next twenty years mark the deconstruction. Institutions that looked eternal will crumble under the weight of their own rot. Old alliances will fracture. Religion, money, media, and government will all face their truth-or-collapse moment.
But after 2043, when Pluto moves into Pisces, something softer will begin to rise - compassion after conquest, unity after fragmentation.
The fall of Trump won’t heal America - it will simply mark the end of denial. What comes next is harder, holier, and necessary: a nation stripped of illusion, rebuilding not around greatness, but around grace.
🌌 The Age of Knowing
Pluto in Aquarius doesn’t come to destroy civilization - it comes to purify it. It strips power of its costume, pulls the crown off the actor’s head, and reminds the audience that the play was never real. It exposes every false savior until we stop needing one. It burns down the stage until truth no longer needs a performance.
For two thousand years, humanity has knelt at the altar of belief - in gods, in kings, in money, in men who promise salvation. That age is ending. The next belongs not to the believers, but to the knowers - to those willing to see through illusion, question authority, and anchor power in shared truth instead of spectacle.
Trump is not the final villain in this story. He’s the dying echo of an old world, the embodiment of everything Aquarius came to end: ego as empire, faith as brand, power as possession. His fall is just the prelude. What follows is the long cleansing fire - the slow but certain rebirth of integrity, innovation, and collective purpose.
Because the age that Pluto is building - the age we are being broken open to remember - isn’t ruled by kings at all. It’s ruled by consciousness.
So let the old world tremble. Let the towers fall and the idols crack. This isn’t the end of civilization - it’s the end of illusion. Every collapse we’re witnessing is a clearing, every reckoning a return. The empire of noise is dying so the language of truth can be heard again.
We are not watching the world fall apart - we are watching it fall open. What comes next will not be built by kings or saviors or slogans, but by those who remember what love sounds like when it speaks through courage.
The age of belief is over. The age of knowing has now begun.
☀️ Look Up
And as the noise of the news cycle keeps circling the drain, a silent traveler still moves above us beyond the Sun - the interstellar messenger, 3I/ATLAS, threading its way through the dark like a cosmic reminder to lift our gaze. While we argue about kings and governments, something older than language is whispering through light, saying: look up, look up, look up!
This comet isn’t here to distract us; it’s here to recalibrate us. To remind us that the story of Trump, of America, of all our collapsing empires, is just one page in a far larger book - the long arc of consciousness learning how to wake up. We are not the center of the universe; we’re participants in it, fumbling our way toward truth while the galaxies spin patiently overhead.
So if you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, that’s understandable. The modern world was built to keep us that way. Social media floods us with global chaos - far more than our nervous systems were ever meant to hold.
If you need some relief, here’s what you can do:
Put down the phone.
Take off your shoes.
Stand on a patch of grass.
Breathe.
Drink some water.
Feel the sun on your face.
Look around.
What you see in front of you - that’s what’s yours to deal with today. You can care deeply about the world without carrying every inch of it. Some days it’s enough to just shine where you stand - to be kind to the barista, smile at the driver beside you, chat with the person at the checkout, or give more grace than you get to your friends, family, and co-workers.
You don’t have to solve world hunger before lunchtime. You just have to shine brightly wherever you are. If we all did that - if we all just shone where we stood - the darkness would have nowhere left to exist.
Because in the end, the message is the same as it’s always been: the wise ones always look up. The same heavens that end empires also birth new worlds. The light has not left us; it’s just asking us to see it.
(And if you want support seeing it, 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 - until then, stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.
Bravo! This was such a great synopsis of the week. I do love the Trump as Nero fiddling on the ashes as Rome fell. So appropriate. I’ve always known that we’ve had to have everything scrubbed down to the dirt. I really didn’t realize it would have to be so cruel. Even though this is a very difficult time to witness, I know with my full heart that we are rising into something that is good, collective and coherent.
I discovered your writing soon after I discovered Substack I’m May of this year. I knew nothing of astrology except the excerpts I read in magazines as a teen. A friend of mine hinted that understanding what was coming—through astrology—has helped her find her footing during this tumultuous time in our country. Your writing has done exactly that for me.
Your explanations of what’s happening in our nation and world have brought me comfort. As strange as that sounds, armed with knowledge, I have had the opportunity to prepare for what is yet to come. What this looks like is recognizing what battles I can and cannot fight. It’s meant gaining altitude in the way I’m responding to current events. It’s also meant consciously choosing to become more self-sufficient, while at the same time encouraging deeper connections within our communities, greater compassion towards one another, and belief that goodness still exists.
You write: “…November brings the backlash, December rips open the shadow he’s tried to bury - the scandals, the secrets, the files that never stay sealed. January throws him into collision with the truth, and by February, the stage lights dim as the same cycle that made him king demands its own pound of flesh.” Knowing that karma is coming brings me peace. At the same time, I fully understand that the battle for the soul of our nation is a 20-year venture, most likely entailing the duration of my remaining time on the planet. I’m all in.
“For two thousand years, humanity has knelt at the altar of belief - in gods, in kings, in money, in men who promise salvation. That age is ending. The next belongs not to the believers, but to the knowers - to those willing to see through illusion, question authority, and anchor power in shared truth instead of spectacle.”
Amen.