Art by Dora Abodi
In the blazing glare of that bull of a full moon still mooning this next day square between Venus and Chiron exacts like a blow. One that could really bring things to even more of a head. To a close. To a point of no return. An intensifier like salt in a dish or a wound or a circle. Careful the fire you play with today, darklings. Sparks become infernos that burn all the houses down.
Venus in the hidden driver’s seat of spooky season is not the Lady rogue, she’s gone dark. Dark dark. Her retrograde's death valley spells out the most terrible secret of life, often only revealed in its full gawping splendour when something is no more. There is still no point pretending. Some things can never be undone, unsaid or unsent. Be careful as the still full moon rolls hard over your latest best resolve or tenuous sanity.
Remember that Libra Aries eclipse tussle that held us in its thrall through 2023? All fun and mindgames until we finally flung its false fun gods from the eclipse altar of 2025 and swore never again? If the carcass was ever going to zombie itself back into your worst nightmares and remind you why closure is the gift you give yourself, this could be the week for it. Don't let the hexagram of retroshade whisper nostalgia like a truth. Boundaries prove what you learned then, now.
From the drippings it will be hard to tell if this day is circled in rust or blood. Don’t let it be yours, either way. Objects appear closer in broken mirrors than they actually are.
Art by Dora Abodi // Words by Bohomofo ⚔️ AI Free Zone