Mystical Mountain Alchemy

20/05/2025

🧜‍♂️ Since 2011, the house in your chart that is Pisces dissolved even more than it usually does because Neptune dove deep beneath the ocean waves to the unseen....

🪐 And then Saturn showed up, returning form and function to the sea foam and teaching you how to say "No!" again since 2023.

Let's look back now at what you learned according to the house that Pisces is in for you:

1️⃣ how to define your personal space.

2️⃣ how to materialise your needs versus wants.

3️⃣ how to speak unspoken languages between souls.

4️⃣ how the protect your sacred space.

5️⃣ how to be the artist and the muse.

6️⃣ how to manage your energy without forcing it.

7️⃣ how to speak up for yourself.

8️⃣ how to discern quality over quantity.

9️⃣ how to connect with your spiritual lore.

1️⃣0️⃣ how to release control of how people see you.

1️⃣1️⃣ how to unf**k the world.

1️⃣2️⃣ how to allow rest to fuel you.

♡ Astrology Seer xxo

I've re-crafted my bespoke astrology container, so if you want to come ✨️Future Trippin✨️ with me for the next 3 or 6 months to tune in to the rhythms of your chart so we can start moving the stars to get what you want then comment "Shine Time" below and we'll chat more about your goals.

Artwork titled '21st Century Woman' by Georgia Scholes, 2022.

19/05/2025

From about 9:30am to 11:30pm PDT on Saturday (tomorrow), Uranus will enter into cazimi conjunction with the Sun. The exact to the minute marriage of energy occurs around 4:30pm, but the energy will reverberate all day.

A planet in cazimi sits within 17 minutes of the Sun, less than 1/5 of a degree. This isn’t a weakening of energy like a combustion, it’s a purification. Uranus, the planet of shocks, liberation, rebellion, innovation, and disruption, plugs directly into the Sun’s core. Its signal becomes impossible to ignore, this is lightning inside the solar throne room.

And Uranus doesn’t whisper, there's no subtlety. He shatters, awakens, catalyzes, abruptly changes our fated lot. This cazimi happens at 27° Ta**us, sitting right next to fixed star Algol at 26° Ta**us, known across traditions as one of the most malefic stars in the sky.

Algol is known for its brutality as it represents Medusa’s severed head, held aloft by Perseus as a trophy within his constellation. It captures a moment that, depending on your point of view, looks like victory, or violation.

From Perseus’ eyes, he’s slain a monster. But from Medusa’s perspective, she was never a monster at all. She was a woman assaulted, transformed, and then punished again for learning how to protect herself. Her power became a weapon of survival, only to then be weaponized against her. Algol holds themes of abuse, domination, loss of bodily autonomy, and the desecration of the divine feminine. It’s a raw, cruel and visceral point in the sky, it doesn’t ask for forgiveness, and it offers no illusions.

It holds a mirror to the ugliest dynamics humans enact on each other. Last year, on May 13, 2024, Uranus was cazimi at 23° Ta**us, and asteroid Karma (now conjunct Mars in transit) was in that same conjunction at the same degree.
Then in July, Mars and Uranus came into exact conjunction directly over Algol, this was the same day of the unaliving attempt of Trump in Pennsylvania.
What was karmically set in motion last May is being exposed now. On May 17, 2024 CNN published hotel surveillance video from 2016 that showed Combs kicking and dragging Ventura, this was the first visceral public exposure for them both, although the storm had been brewing since fall of 2023.

And here we are, with this activation unfolding as the Diddy case continues to surface grotesque details of what Cassie endured. The timing could not be more literal. We’re watching real-time disclosures of degradation, cruelty, and how her image and body were brutalized and controlled for years. And the internet is handling it with all the grace of a stampede.

These headlines are surfacing during an astrological moment that mirrors exactly the energy Algol holds: the exploitation of something sacred, turning of survival into shame, and the public spectacle of power wielded without mercy.

This is especially triggering for survivors of DV, SA, public shaming, and/or systemic control. If that’s you, you don’t have to witness any of it. You don’t owe anyone access to the energy from the memories retained within your body as a battleground to public discourse. The collective energy is intense, and the debates and "hot takes" have been harsh and dehumanizing.

If you’re feeling vulnerable, this is your permission to log off. Unfollow people. Snooze them for 30 days. You don’t need to witness more trauma to validate your own. You don’t need to read the gory details to stay informed. If this all has brought up grief, fear, rage, or memories, please acknowledge those feelings pour love all over those old versions of yourself. You’re reacting to truth that’s hard to carry, so please let yourself step away. Go to the earth. Go breathe deeply.

Uranus cazimi is a shock to the system. It can bring awakening, yes, but sometimes it’s the painful clarity of how much has gone unseen or excused. If you feel the tremble in your chest or a heat in your throat, honor it. Not everything that breaks is meant to be destroyed, some things break open because they’ve been sealed too long. Some revelations are meant to liberate you.
Others, you can lay down at the feet of the Sun and let them burn up and away from you.

To the survivors, you are not alone. You are not too sensitive. You are not what they made of you. You are not what happened to you. You are sacred, and I hope this weekend, you are sitting in safety, surrounded by love.

19/05/2025

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magdalene
her name means tower
not w***e
not sinner
not infidel of the seven
devils

they labeled her
less-than
because they feared
what her tower held

not sin but scripture
not shame but sacredness
not filth but flame
a tower of truth

but towers fall, don’t they?

when men build stories
from stone
and forget the word
was born in woman’s body
at the edge of things
cracked open with knowing

she was never the footnote
not the soft epilogue
to his ministry
she was his equal
mirror to messiah
goddess to god
his counter-spell
his mirror myth
his ritual in red
not w***e not slave
but beloved

a woman undone
by the very thing
that made her divine:
her desire

but listen, love—
she didn’t break the jar
because she was desperate
she broke it
because she was called

called to speak
when silence was safer
called to stay
when the others fled
called to embody
the towering truth:

that strength and softness
are not separate
that holiness can wear hips
that god grew inside a womb
but also walked beside one
loved and worshipped one
when the world bloomed
in bruises and blessings

this kind of power
will not do
if we let a woman
be beloved
be equal
be tower
what’s next?
a tabernacle?
a sanctuary?
a truth that eclipses all the lies
of smallness and inferiority?

so they silenced her
with ink and pulpit
turned her hips into heresy
her hair into sin
her hands into something
not fit to beckon or bless

they scraped the sacred
from her body
and called it repentance
scrubbed her clean
of her wildness
tried to bleach her into silence
folded her
into a cautionary tale

the scarlet stain
on holy scrolls

but history is porous
and so is the grave

after centuries of redacted gospel
after pulpits built on her silence
she is waking from shadow
in boots of fervor
incense clinging to the brazier
of her spine

this is not a tale of repentance
this is a story of
theft

and now
it is a tale of return
another kind of resurrection

the tower stands again, friends
not in lace and halos
but barefoot
with red clay on her soles
and a voice like an earthquake
wrapped in linen

she does not walk back into scripture
she bursts through the margins
mud-footed and mythic
pulling the divine back into the body

she has risen again
not with trumpets
but with soil under her nails
the rhizome gospel
under her tongue
green and feral
and determined to grow

she’s coming back
to reclaim
every woman
called ruin
for daring to know spirit
by touch
and tenderness
she’s here to walk
the crooked path again
the one where myth
and marrow meet
she is not looking for apology
she is looking for fire

in the eyes of humans
who remember
that holiness
can wear hips
that sacredness
is not silence

and that sometimes
the most faithful thing
you can do
is stand tall
a tower of truth
a sentinel at the beginning
of a new story
rooted in love
that outlasts hatred
a tower of belonging
that outshines fear

poem "Magdalene's Tower" by Angi Sullins from the upcoming book "unmasking a myth" - join my newsletter on www.angisullins.com to get news, signing dates and appearances.

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art by lars doerwald

20/04/2025