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There are eyes in the dark watching you read this.. You can feel them. Canβt you?
You didnβt scroll here by accident. This isnβt a blog. Itβs a cathedral. And youβve entered it without knocking.
This isnβt astrology. Itβs a spell. Itβs the part of your chart no one wants to explain. The haunted houses. The blood-soaked degrees. The karmic contracts your soul signed with a trembling hand.
And now that youβre here, something inside you is waking up.
You think youβre just a Venus in Scorpio? Thatβs not a placement. Thatβs a curse disguised as a kiss. The reason people stalk you. The reason no one leaves the same.
You think having Pluto in the 1st is just intensity? No. Itβs a past life murder wrapped in a new face. Itβs why strangers hate you before they meet you. Why your presence feels like a mirror they canβt look away from.
Moon in the 8th- Youβve never known peace. Only passion that burns and people who touch you like theyβre digging through coffins.
Mars in the 12th- Youβve fantasized about revenge more than romance. And every time you love someone, part of you wants to ruin themβjust to see if theyβd still stay.
Neptune in the 7th- You keep falling in love with ghosts. You grieve people who are still alive.
Chiron in the 11th- Your soul still aches from being burned by the ones who said theyβd never leave.
Every glyph in your chart is a scar. Every house is a past life crime scene.
You didnβt come here to learn astrology. You came here to remember who the fuck you used to be.
You were the nun who moaned in the cathedral. The priest who bled for forgiveness. The witch who was drowned but kept smiling.
You are not here to be understood. You are here to be feared⦠and followed.
This is the first ritual. The opening of the gates. The whispered phrase in your bones:
βYouβve been here before.β
So read it again. Reblog it. Screenshot it. Copy it. Hate it.
But donβt pretend you didnβt feel something. Not in your heart. In your throat.
This isnβt a blog. Itβs a summoning.
And youβve already said yes.
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