As Jupiter languorously rolled into formation overnight in Leo, the giant geometry begins to lean on a lever most of us did not know we had inside. Its siren activation was in February when Neptune and Saturn met at the initiating degree in Aries. An alert from the future, origin and source resonant, that may not have landed like a feather in your path. Perhaps it was a bomb, or hit like a lightning bolt, or conjured an old storm that finally had its way with your life. Something caught fire in the most fertile way, incendiary conditions required to blast open the husk so the seed could travel beyond its early protection, hectic but effective.

Perhaps it has taken until now to pick your jaw up off the floor. The outrageous glitching is more than just a herald of revolution well underway. The constant shock horror two-step isn’t just a relentlessly awful avalanche meted out by the monsters in charge. In the stars constant alarm bells are the calling card of Urania, clanging against all that remains sleeping in our souls. Waking us like our lives depend on it, and they do.