Shadows of the Ancestors

The Sun is burning through Magha right now, hitting Ketu’s exact degree. It’s heavy.

August 19th feels like the world is holding its breath. We aren't just sitting in summer heat; we’re feeling the pull of the ancestors. Magha is the seat of the Pitris, the ones who came before us. When the Sun sits here, you can't escape your lineage. It’s like hearing a whisper from someone long gone.

Don't ignore the restlessness. Mars in Ardra is jagged, itching to cut away what doesn’t belong. It’s not comfortable, but it’s necessary.

I’ve been lighting a lamp for my grandmother every night this week. It’s a simple tradition—just ghee and a cotton wick—but it centers the chaos. In this cycle, we’re looking at what we’ve inherited, not just in blood, but in karmic baggage. If you’re feeling triggered by old family ghosts, know it’s just the transit doing its work.

Take a minute to stop running from your past. It’s right there, waiting to be acknowledged so you can finally let it go.