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As the veil of autumn thins, the Beaver’s Supermoon rises, vast, luminous, and fierce, carrying forward the last embers of October’s Hunter’s Moon. This celestial bridge between moons marks a shift: the transformation of pursuit into purpose. What was once the fire of the chase now becomes the forge of truth.
In the real sky, beneath the sidereal constellations, this Supermoon stands in Aries, the warrior’s field, while Aldebaran, the Bull’s Eye of Taurus, burns red in the east, a cosmic target drawn in fire and silver. It is as if the universe itself has taken aim.
Below, Earth answers with its own fire. Bonfires rise in memory and myth: Guy Fawkes Night, Bonfire Night. It is not merely the gunpowder and the plot we remember, but the ancient rite of burning the false so that the true may rise. Fire as rebellion. Fire as revelation. Fire as renewal.
The Celestial Chorus
In the sidereal heavens, the planetary alignments echo the same refrain:
Moon in Aries: the courage to act; the spark that refuses to be hidden.
Sun in Libra: the balance of justice; the mirror that measures truth.
Mercury in Scorpio: the unearthing of secrets; the voice that pierces silence.
Venus in Virgo: devotion through honesty; beauty made practical.
Mars in Cancer: the flame that protects what is sacred.
Jupiter in Gemini: wisdom shared through speech and learning.
Saturn in Aquarius: systems tested and held to account.
Uranus in Aries: rebellion made revelation.
Neptune in Pisces: compassion refined through clarity.
Pluto in Capricorn: power purified; old orders collapsing.
Together they declare a simple truth: no empire is eternal. From Babylon to Rome, from monarchies to modern machines, towers built on deceit inevitably fall when the heavens demand integrity.
Even the Ancient Athenians knew this. They carved names into pottery shards, votes to exile corrupt politicians for ten years, a ritual reminder that leadership answers to the people and that truth must have teeth. Tonight, the stars echo that same accountability.
The Tarot Mirrors the Sky
In the reading, three cards rose from the deck: The Two of Wands, The World, and The Tower, a trinity that perfectly reflects the night’s celestial message.
The Two of Wands stands poised on the threshold of creation, one hand holding the spark of intention, the other the map of possibility. Li
ke Guy Fawkes before the match, he asks the most dangerous question of all: What kind of world are we building, and what must we risk to remake it? It is the breath before ignition, the quiet that precedes courage.
The World follows, revealing the whole pattern of existence, complete and shining, brilliant in design but yet shifting beneath the weight of necessary change. It is the moment of culmination, of seeing the grand design, but knowing that even completion demands transformation.
Then comes The Tower. Lightning strikes the highest spire, as it always has, not to destroy but to reveal. The bonfires below mirror the heavens above: both burn to cleanse. Every lie, political, personal, or imperial, must fall so that air and truth may return.
Diana and the Falling Crowns
Above it all stands Diana, the huntress and protector, bow drawn, her arrow steady. She hunts dishonesty, not hearts; her aim is for justice, not born from wrath. Tonight her aim is sure, from the marble halls of power to the quiet corners of conscience.
History hums the same refrain: empires rise, empires fall, and the stars remain.
As Pluto in Capricorn cracks the scaffolds of control,
Saturn in Aquarius weighs justice in the public square,
Uranus in Aries ignites the people’s spark, and
Mercury in Scorpio names what has been hidden.
This is not collapse; it is cosmic renewal, the purification that comes when truth demands light.
The Spell in One Breath
The Hunter’s flame endures; the Beaver’s Moon builds.
Aldebaran aims. False towers crack; clean structures rise.
Empires fall, and the people remember.
Bonfires answer the sky.
Aim true. Let truth land. Let integrity stand.
Look up. The Bull’s Eye is lit. Truth never misses its mark.
Postscript from the Shore
Tonight, as the moon climbs above the tide, I will be watching from the shoreline, sea wind in my hair, candlelight flickering over the cards. The same moon that stirs the ocean stirs the soul, calling us toward courage, clarity, and creation. When truth shines this bright, even shadows cannot hide.
All the Aces Tarot
Reading the Real Sky, where the stars steer the soul.
All the Aces Tarot blends ancient intuition with real-sky astrology, offering grounded spiritual insight for modern seekers. Readings follow the stars as they truly appear, combining celestial navigation, myth, and the art of tarot.
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