I lovingly endure the Cardinal cross of signs in my chart and I'm truly just armoring my brain for whatever nonsense ensues 🫠🥲🐏🦀⚖️🐐

This reveived a pleasant memory for me. I remember visiting Crater Lake once in Oregon. It was probably the most beautiful camping trip I've ever been on, I went with a druid couple. That place must be some sort of layline nexus. The mountain is a holy space; but the roads are terrifying 😆⛰️⛺️

I'm not the best at spliting hairs with traditional and modern. But I would look at that as being neutral-into-positive. I think of that terms like; "Being able to readily discipline desires and wants", "Having a sense of order providing bliss", "Aesthetic connections to entropy." If that helps?

I've been consuming so much Buddhist, Yogic, Hermetic, and Astrological content lately to cope with being a creature in a society, so the 9th house retrograde is definitely adding some spice before the Aries Era takes completely. Work and public life as a spiritually present motion, not a punishment

It's my Tenth, MH at 5° and Saturn at 26° 🥲🙏🏻🪐

The green ones look like forbidden rock candy, I just know they're apple flavored 🐉🍏🍬

I have it conjunct my Lot of Fortune in the 11th and I have had a weird number of instances where the higher body of my workplaces (Boardroom level stuff) are visibly autocannibalizing. It also trines my Lot of Spirit and Descendant (Virgo and Cap) and I tend to outlast managers. It is a weird boon.

Disney gays can't be trusted, their ideal daddy is in cryogenic storage. They readily consume the twink of the week without considering the strung out twanks of the past. Their ideal music is, "Blonde White women moaning about suburbia." They are a people blown out, loose, and lost 🕯🙏🏻 (try Darktide)