COSMIC CHAOS::: You will rise. Taller. Wilder. United.

It Will Look Like We’re Losing. That’s When the Empires Start to Fall.

Pluto goes backward. The machines break. The future sharpens its teeth. You were born for the world that comes next.

 

AS ABOVE, SO WTF BELOW:

The Revolution Is Already Breathing Under Your Skin

Pluto retrograde in Aquarius does not politely ask if you are ready.
It does not send an invitation gilded with gold.

It kicks down your door.
It sets the carefully curated lies on fire.
It snarls in your face. Choose. Change. Create. Or be forgotten.

And during this retrograde, it will look like we are losing.
It will feel like the empire is growing stronger.
The machines may shout louder.
The systems may grip tighter.
The networks of rebellion may fracture and bleed.

But this is the oldest trick in the book of collapse.
Retrograde is a mirror cracked just wrong enough to convince you that power is out of reach.

In truth, this is the season where the rot inside broken systems reveals itself.
False leaders will fall.
Corrupted movements will fracture.
The weak links will tear themselves loose, not because the revolution failed,
but because it is carving off its own dead weight.

This is sacred surgery.
This is strategic compost.

It is supposed to look like loss.
It is supposed to feel like betrayal.
That is how healing starts -- with the breaking of the false bones.

When Pluto swings direct again on October 13, 2025,
we will not be weaker.
We will be purer.
Sharper.
More untouchable than before.

This is not the time to despair.
This is the time to rise higher.
This is the time to grow louder, wilder, and more united than ever.

As the sky scrapes itself backward,
the Earth trembles not in fear, but in anticipation.
We are standing at the fault line.
We are holding the match.

This is not collapse for collapse’s sake.
This is sacred disassembly.
The old gods of order --profit, surveillance, obedience -- are trembling because they know their time is ending.

You were born for this.

You were born to plant forbidden gardens.
You were born to encrypt forbidden dreams.
You were born to invent forbidden languages.
You were born to love louder than any empire could silence.

When the machines break,
when the networks fray,
when the glass castles shatter,
you will not fall.

You will rise.
Taller. Wilder. United.

In chaos, we remember:
The future was never their fortress.
It was always our fire.
And now it burns through everything they built,
leaving only fertile ash behind.

The future looked back.
It saw you standing there.
And it chose you.

Let the machines break.
Let the old codes rot.
Let the impossible gardens rise.

Stay Stellar,

Grey Galaxie

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You were BORN for this!