Wendy's Astro

Planets in the 4th house and influences from your early life environment 🐣🧬 Part I

The sun: you may have received considerable attention during your childhood, or been around people who drew attention. I'm picturing a possibly lively household, where even little accomplishments were treated as milestones (picture family celebrating you losing a tooth). You may view your childhood as the most dynamic or important part of your life. Your "childhood" or "childishness" could have seemed to be protected by others around you and much importance is given to the life you were exposed to early on. Subsequently, I can picture an adult who seems to maintain their 'whimsy' or 'youthfulness'. One who may seem childish or even a little naive to others.

The moon: Similar to the Sun, there is a feeling of utmost safety and importance concerning your childhood/early life. At home, you may have been surrounded by 'homebodies' or people who were more reserved so you may also feel used to staying where you feel safe and sure. If negative aspects are made, you may have witnessed a lot of mood swings around people in your childhood or the home may have been dependent on the unpredictable moods of someone. It makes a person feel unsafe with emotional support once grown up. You may perpetually find yourself not letting go of your defences easily and waiting for the other metaphorical shoe to drop in relationships.

Mercury: A lot of random changes may have been present (not necessarily emotional changes, as is more likely with the moon). Constant changes of location, of school, a parent who worked far from home or who you never really knew when they were going to show up. You may be used to taking care of yourself, making your own decisions and embracing fleeting but fun experiences in your adulthood and probably would not be fond of people who try to box you in, or create unwanted structures in your lifestyle.

Venus: The topic of beauty or keeping up appearances may have been a common one in your early environment. This could, as all placements, manifest in a number of ways. It may have been vain, and harmful comparisons may have constantly been made between you and others to judge the way you look. Or people around you scolded or disdained you for not holding yourself "presentable" or "desirable". This placement could also have just made you someone who appreciates aesthetics and pleasing things. You may have grown up on the finer things in life, enjoying good food, good clothes, good perfume maybe? The grown up you would still have high standards in your material life, especially in relationships. And you would probably have a hard time compromising physical or even romantic ideals.

Mars: There may have been quite some high energy and maybe tension—of course that depends on sign and aspects. In a more obvious interpretation you may have seen violence growing up or been used to explosive reactions (not necessarily physical). This placement could also just mean there was a great deal of defensiveness and protectiveness around your home life, maybe by figures older than you and you ended up adapting that attitude. Your family may have been very physical with you, like playing sports or giving physical affection as well. They may have also been direct and encouraged you to be as well.

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‎🎀 ✴ Your moon being the same as someone else's sun sign will give you an "inexplicable" sense of closeness and safety with them. As if no matter how far apart you guys are or no matter what they say you'll always feel safe with them. They're like a habit. Comfortable, warm, reassuring. Like they've always been here. Or were always meant to be ❤️

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‎🎀 ✴ Mercury in Pisces I love how despite people finding your words to be all over the place or incomprehensible, you actually have a very detailed memory of things no one else easily recalls. You could tell vivid stories of events from 10 years ago and I'll probably believe you 80%. The remaining 20% is mostly because I'm just a skeptic like that 😃

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‎🎀 ✴ Having a lot of planets in your 3rd house can indicate a lot of siblings or you being very sibling/family oriented, especially in the earlier stages of your life. You may or may not be less family oriented as you grow into adulthood.

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‎🎀 ✴ Pluto in the 3rd house people. Please give me some of the boldness you have to be blunt in situations where people expect you to lay low or be agreeable. Just keep saying whatever you want ><

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‎🎀 ✴ Dear Neptunes in the 1st house, you can be whatever you want to be to get yourself in or out of any position. Only remember to have the mental fortitude to not get lost in any role you perform at any time.

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We all have emotions. Some of us just have an easier time dealing with them than others… I’m talking to you, Aquarius.

So what happens when your Moon sign is confronted with its own wave of emotional chaos?

Let’s find out.

“It is cold. In the forest,” you say. “I imagine you wouldn’t mind some tea. Perhaps a blanket, too? I still have the one with orange ducks, you know, the one your mom made you. Come inside. It is your home, after all.”

You tilt your head, beast turned confused puppy, inch your way towards the frame. Your fingers are too long and you seem to be dragging darkness behind you like a fish rising from murky water. You reach your hand outside and you hesitate to take it, but you do, you do.

You sit in the kitchen with two cups of tea and your duck-blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You smile at yourself. You do not return the gesture.

“I won’t hurt you,” you say. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Why?” you ask, voice rough with disuse. You shrink into your blanket in an attempt to take up as little space as possible, to hardly exist at all. “I was going to.”

“I know. I know.” You pour some more tea into your cup, let the silence rest. You have a scar on your right forearm from where you poured half a pot of boiling water and told everyone it was an accident, maybe even convinced yourself. It is currently hidden by the sweater. Lots of things are. You take a slow sip of your tea. “I just won’t hurt you anymore.”

You reach your hand out of the blanket, find the other cup, clutch into it like it’s the panacea. Your eyes are solid black and you do not open your mouth unless you have to.

“Most do.”

You sound hurt, not in the moment, something dragged up in your memory and played on repeat despite your will. You hug yourself. You hug yourself back. You spill some of the tea on your duck blanket and it doesn't matter at all.

You live with yourself. It's something everyone does and yet it collects some glances, whispers woven into half-formed stories. You made a deal with a demon who took your twin's body. You summoned your reflection to be a helper and it went all wrong. You should have dealt with it, but you're too kind, you sentimental sob, or perhaps the unsightly creature got tangled up with your soul. Off-putting but tentatively judged to be harmless. One more strangeness in a strange land.

You sleep in the bed and sometimes under it and sometimes in the closet. You melt into shadow and you stare at lamps for too long. You are afraid of touching gentle things, but you use your claws for gardening and snipping weeds. You let out every bug you can find and whisper to the ones you found too late, still and weightless on the windowsill, words that are only between you and the bug.

You dance with yourself in the evenings, in clumsy, uncertain motions dictated by nothing but joy. You share your clothes and braid your hair. You teach yourself to cook, you read books out loud and do ridiculous voices. You venture into the forest for berries and mushrooms but you, all of you, make sure to return before dark.

You can walk through mirrors, where you are the reflection and you are the observer and the world is shadow and you are hardly anything at all. Your teeth are sharp and you dislike showing them, the way you dislike showing your scars. You know what the forest whispers and you know what the townsfolk gossip and it is not really anything new.

You have dreams in which it’s ten years ago and you would have put a knife through the throat of anything that looks like you and in the morning haze you struggle to remember what changed.

You have nightmares in which you never get to be anything more than hurt, a distorted echo of what a person is supposed to be. You hold yourself until sunlight puts everything in its place.

Sometimes you still linger by windows, looking in, forgetting it's okay to enter. Sometimes you don't fit in your body right with all of your emptiness and all of your claws and all the feelings that you were pretty sure you worked through years ago, and on those days you hold yourself tight, tell yourself about tomorrow, about the day after that, about how you can get a cat and a bird and a weird talking fish who is probably omniscient, you saw an add for one scribbled on the bottom of a rock at the edge of the forest.

“It is cold. In the forest,” you say. “I imagine you wouldn’t mind some tea. Perhaps a blanket, too? I still have the one with orange ducks, you know, the one your mom made you. Come inside. It is your home, after all.”

You tilt your head, beast turned confused puppy, inch your way towards the frame. Your fingers are too long and you seem to be dragging darkness behind you like a fish rising from murky water. You reach your hand outside and you hesitate to take it, but you do, you do.

You sit in the kitchen with two cups of tea and your duck-blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You smile at yourself. You do not return the gesture.

“I won’t hurt you,” you say. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Why?” you ask, voice rough with disuse. You shrink into your blanket in an attempt to take up as little space as possible, to hardly exist at all. “I was going to.”

“I know. I know.” You pour some more tea into your cup, let the silence rest. You have a scar on your right forearm from where you poured half a pot of boiling water and told everyone it was an accident, maybe even convinced yourself. It is currently hidden by the sweater. Lots of things are. You take a slow sip of your tea. “I just won’t hurt you anymore.”

You reach your hand out of the blanket, find the other cup, clutch into it like it’s the panacea. Your eyes are solid black and you do not open your mouth unless you have to.

“Most do.”

You sound hurt, not in the moment, something dragged up in your memory and played on repeat despite your will. You hug yourself. You hug yourself back. You spill some of the tea on your duck blanket and it doesn't matter at all.

You live with yourself. It's something everyone does and yet it collects some glances, whispers woven into half-formed stories. You made a deal with a demon who took your twin's body. You summoned your reflection to be a helper and it went all wrong. You should have dealt with it, but you're too kind, you sentimental sob, or perhaps the unsightly creature got tangled up with your soul. Off-putting but tentatively judged to be harmless. One more strangeness in a strange land.

You sleep in the bed and sometimes under it and sometimes in the closet. You melt into shadow and you stare at lamps for too long. You are afraid of touching gentle things, but you use your claws for gardening and snipping weeds. You let out every bug you can find and whisper to the ones you found too late, still and weightless on the windowsill, words that are only between you and the bug.

You dance with yourself in the evenings, in clumsy, uncertain motions dictated by nothing but joy. You share your clothes and braid your hair. You teach yourself to cook, you read books out loud and do ridiculous voices. You venture into the forest for berries and mushrooms but you, all of you, make sure to return before dark.

You can walk through mirrors, where you are the reflection and you are the observer and the world is shadow and you are hardly anything at all. Your teeth are sharp and you dislike showing them, the way you dislike showing your scars. You know what the forest whispers and you know what the townsfolk gossip and it is not really anything new.

You have dreams in which it’s ten years ago and you would have put a knife through the throat of anything that looks like you and in the morning haze you struggle to remember what changed.

You have nightmares in which you never get to be anything more than hurt, a distorted echo of what a person is supposed to be. You hold yourself until sunlight puts everything in its place.

Sometimes you still linger by windows, looking in, forgetting it's okay to enter. Sometimes you don't fit in your body right with all of your emptiness and all of your claws and all the feelings that you were pretty sure you worked through years ago, and on those days you hold yourself tight, tell yourself about tomorrow, about the day after that, about how you can get a cat and a bird and a weird talking fish who is probably omniscient, you saw an add for one scribbled on the bottom of a rock at the edge of the forest.

They now refer to him as their little brother and pet his buzz cut like a cat :]

Mars in Aries

The importance of your presence; The things you want and envision being a reality; Physical strength; Your direction; Your passions; Your assertive power/influence

Mars in Taurus

Your body; Your comfort; Your values; Your comfort foods; Your habits; Your properties like money, jewelry, land or a house; Your self esteem; Self worth

Mars in Gemini

Your voice; Your thoughts; Your childhood/The childhood of others you care about; How you communicate; actually standing up for your siblings (if you have any) or constantly having fights and tussles with them; Your versatility and ability to be multifaceted (basically fighting to not be put in a box or seen as a monolithe due to what ever stereotype)

Mars in Cancer

The validity of your feelings; The respect of your feelings; Your family/loved ones; People you feel are less privileged; Your home

Mars in Leo

Your identity; Your dreams and aspirations; The spotlight; Individuality; Keeping the excitement alive; Creativity; Romantic pursuits; Children

Mars in Virgo

🐟 I'm yet to understand the mechanism behind Pisces Mercuries appearing lost in their own world and head at some times, yet having such vivid memories that'll surprise even the seemingly "attentive" people.

🐟 Pisces in 2nd house likes money but don't really giving af when they don't have it. They be manifesting and mentally in another reality where they're comfortable

🐟 North node venus will probably have a very striking epiphany of allowing themselves to feel the moment and enjoy the ride. It'll become one of their biggest blessings when they allow their hearts to breathe and understand the inexplicable tides of life.

🐟 Pisces stellium in 2nd house and having a lot of water themed ornaments and décors in their home (like mermaid sculptures, fish paintings, water filled glass structures yada yada)

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