
Truth
You’re escaping into mysticism while the dishes rot and your bank account cries. The Neptune fog is thick, and you’re calling it enlightenment. It’s not. It’s avoidance with incense.
The Way Through
Balance spirit with form. Meditate, then do your paperwork. Channel dreams into actions. Mars pokes your domestic house — clean it like a ritual. Your magic isn’t out there. It’s in how you live, minute by messy minute.
You’re floating again. Mercury’s shouting from Leo and Mars is jabbing at your home zone, and you’re somewhere in the astral kitchen baking existential muffins. This week, disconnection is the enemy — but not because it’s lazy. It’s because it hurts. You’re escaping because things feel too much — too loud, too sharp, too uncertain. But here’s the secret: you can survive reality. You can even thrive in it. But you’ll need to come back to your body. Your room. Your actual life. This is a week for sacred housekeeping — inner and outer. Clean one drawer. Answer one message. Say one thing you mean. That’s all it takes. You are allowed to be soft. Just don’t vanish.