Saturn & Neptune in Aries: The Reins are in Your Hands!

You thought the swamp was the sea, and you plunged into it hopelessly. You would have been saved if you had drowned, but you struggled silently and helplessly.

You stopped. You waited. You endured.

You burned and you were mistaken.

You bled, you hurt, you tore off your wing.

You embraced surrender, went to bed with sorrows, and woke up to hopelessness.

You went back to the start. You circled around. You were trapped in an endless vicious cycle, like a cat chasing its tail. You wanted to let go, but you clung on even tighter. Because when you let go, you didn't know where you would go or what you would do. You felt rootless, homeless, orphaned. You got lost.

"These things were done to me," you said, but you didn't hold anyone accountable. Because you had no strength to stand up or confront them. You couldn't even explain what was happening to others, since you didn't fully understand it yourself...

I remember you; you were actually behind the wheel, but you often fell asleep. Every time you opened your eyes, through the fogged-up windows, you could barely make out what was on the road. You always narrowly escaped crashing and tumbling.

The road was deepening frighteningly within a cloud of fog. It was in your hands to turn the wheel and change your path, but instead of diving into a new unknown, you found it safer to stay on the road you were somehow navigating by feel.

"I wasn't like this before," you said.

Your voice echoed back from the walls of the past. It sounded like a sweet lie; but it wasn't. Although you tried hard to remember yourself, you couldn't; your hands often reached for old photographs, but you couldn't find that 'old' you. As if you had accidentally fallen into a black hole somewhere in time, you watched this piece of the moment you called 'now' slip through your fingers. The guilt of not being able to grasp time made you resent your dreams.

False selves, performative rules, games of conformity, the need for approval, and ultimately, decisions you made with a childlike desire to be loved, took you away from yourself. Even if you now lament, "life isn't giving me myself back," know that for this, you need to move forward, not backward.

Actually, all your anger was directed at yourself; you were knowingly falling into traps, you knew this very well. But knowing and taking initiative were different things. Because the truths hurt you, instead of confronting them, you directed your anger at others. You left real problems unanswered, you skirted around real issues. You razed your boundaries, you gave up on yourself. While letting go of what you should have held, you clung to what you should have let go, sometimes to alcohol, sleep, your phone... When the victim's shirt stuck to you, soaking wet, you experienced momentary awakenings from this blood-and-sweat nightmare. It was these momentary awakenings that reminded you that this resentful, passive, and artificial state of surrender was a kind of betrayal. You realized you had betrayed your own path, your faith, your strength. And yet, you still chose to fall back asleep. Like all of us... We are human, you are right.

You embarked on journeys to discover yourself. The era you lived in offered you a generosity not bestowed upon those before you, allowing you to ask questions no one else could and find answers... You encountered ancient teachings spanning thousands of years, found your guides, and knocked on Pandora's box.

But over time, you saw that these too could turn into escapes. Sometimes you felt yourself drifting away from the main issue. While teachings were doors to lead you to the truth, and what you needed to do was pass through these doors to reach the truth, you often got stuck at the door. You treated it as the goal and circled around it. Far from reminding you of your strength, you also encountered those who tied your hands, arms, and wings, preventing you from flying, and it was good that you did. Finally, you understood that making pain sweet was an enemy to burning and being reborn from ashes through suffering.

You were angry at them, angry at what happened; you resented what was going on at home, in the country, in the world. "What kind of era did I end up in, damn my luck," you said. Yet, you were an important detail in a very colorful and multi-layered picture. While being a part of a collective painting whose course was affected and changed moment by moment by your choices and their consequences, you underestimated your power. You couldn't speak up, because the dirty propaganda that you alone would be useless echoed simultaneously from every channel. You were ready to believe these things. You got angry and slept, you overflowed and slept, you were devastated and slept. But I'll tell you a secret: it's time to wake up. You are feeling your pulse again, slowly rising from your bed like a recovering patient; you are regaining your strength, your balance, your vitality.

THE STRINGS ARE NOW IN YOUR HANDS!

The era of dramas and self-pity is over; this 'victim-hero' film in the fantasy category has ended. You are breaking the 'IMPOSSIBLE' caveat you placed on your dreams with 'WHY NOTs'. You are the one who will do justice to the life bestowed upon you, the authority is yours. The world owes you nothing. But what will you give to this world, that is what you are now realizing.

The life you built, the identity you created, the career you have, those around you... don't they align with your ideals? Then make them align.

Don't you like the way the world is going, this chaotic picture before you, doesn't it resemble the world depiction you think you deserve at all? Then make it resemble.

A copy of the key to the changes you desire is also in your pocket, just as it is in mine... If you've understood over the past 15 years that we can only influence the flow of life through our actions... Then start!

This narrative was a reminder; a thank you and a farewell to the lessons of the past 15 years, with the most intense period being the last 2.5 years.

During this period, each of us was similarly tossed about in our own stories, we were like drowning in swamps, but now we have risen to the surface; there won't be an immediate change; perhaps we will first just remember how to breathe again... Soon, these two, who will meet at ground zero and draw us to that pure and neutral plane of zero, will not forgive chasing after balloon-like dreams, finding excuses for laziness, approaching what's happening with sluggish reactivity, and burying our heads in the sand. Because the message of this magnificent moment we have encountered, entirely unique and relevant to us, is very clear:

THE STRINGS ARE NOW IN YOUR HANDS!

It is now time to cut the invisible strings held by the fate you believed had tossed you around as it pleased, like a puppet, all this time.

You have one hundred percent authority to free yourself from the toxic burden of awareness that turns into a kind of captivity when not combined with action, and to move forward. Above all, with your self-belief and self-awareness, one day you will even be the voice of the elephants in the room.

You will come to better understand, over time, the nuance between the flawed measure of saying 'only me' and the necessity of saying 'me first'.

When you finally take the cut string into your hand, you will see not your fears at its end, but the resurrection of your brave and enthusiastic heart, free from fears. This is who you are.

The strings are now in your hands. And you know best what to do with them.

With love and light♥️