To My Readers,
There aren’t quite enough thank-you notes in the cosmos—or metaphors in my back pocket—to express what it feels like to share this wild, lunar-lit, soul-tingling journey with you…
But I’ll try.
It is with joy in my ribcage and gratitude braided into every hair on my head (and if you know me you know that’s an endless idea lol) that I say: thank you.
Truly. Deeply. Wildly. Reverently.
Thank you for opening your hearts to my words. For letting my metaphors waltz with your Mondays. For holding space for my astrology, my devotion, my dandelion-tender reflections... whether you read every post with a candle lit or catch a line between commutes, in the am or the pm, I feel you—and I honor you.
It’s not lost on me how rare it is—to find readers who meet me in the misty middle between mysticism and mischief... who can ride the constellations and the compost pile, who understand that the sky is not separate from the soul…
So here’s to you.
You brave, brilliant, moon-soaked humans—you’re the fire under my feet and the constellation over my keyboard.
Thank you. For trusting me. For orbiting with me.
With love that stretches beyond the zodiac and into the marrow,
Jamie James
PS—
It’s one thing to read the moon.
It’s another to live the sky…
And you, my dear cosmic kin, could be doing both—with soul, grit, and a wild kind of grace.
It is my joy, my honor, and my slightly ridiculous cosmic thrill to write for you—to offer forecasts not just for the moon, but for the whole planetary cast of characters—every one of them whispering, roaring, nudging, and awakening us into who we are becoming…
You’re not just readers—you’re co-dreamers.
You’re the flame that keeps this lantern lit…
And if you’ve been dancing with my Moon Moods and longing to dive deeper—into the bones of time itself, the breath of Venus, the mutterings of Mercury and the long slow ache of Saturn—I invite you to join me in the Planetary Planner…
It’s where the full story really unfolds…
The cosmic map, the undercurrents, the invitations written in starlight and sealed with soul—via Decan Delineations; Solar Spotlights; Mercurial Machinations; Venusian Ventures; Mars Movements; Junctures of Jupiter; Structures of Saturn; Magical Miscellany and more…
In this first quarter of the year, I wrote 90+ celestial love letters for The Planetary Planner—each one stitched with metaphor, mood, and moonshine... that’s 28 in January, 37 in February (because Pisces demanded poetry), and 25 in March, all in service of cosmic clarity.
And for this wild waltz with the entire zodiacal cast?—this cost paid subscribers a princely sum of 27 CENTS PER POST.
That’s right—for less than the cost of a gas station pickle, you got a miniature sermon from Saturn, a soft whisper from Venus retrograde, and a lunar transmission steeped in the tea of eternity…
Now that’s devotion. Or lunacy. Or maybe both?
So here’s to you—
You who read the sky and walk it with wonder.
You who rise with the tides and grow toward the fire.
You who support my insights with a quarter per post…
You’re why I write.
You’re why this whole thing sings...
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