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Mars, still waterlogged in the sign of Cancer, moves like a soldier returned from battle—soaked to the bone, carrying both the ache and the armor of memory…
He’s not charging this time.
No, Mars is tender-footed here, tiptoeing across the tidepools of your inner world, squaring Chiron in Aries at 22°—that old wounded healer with a rebel yell and a philosopher’s gaze.
This isn’t just a clash. It’s a crack in the sky. And from that crack? Something glorious spills.
Because let’s be honest: Mars in Cancer squaring Chiron in Aries is not easy.
It’s not clean.
It’s not the heroic kind of healing that gets you applause and a crisp diploma.
It’s the messy, mother-dripping, under-the-floorboards kind of medicine—the kind that makes you cry in the car and speak to ghosts. The kind that breaks you into blossom.
This square is like a birth canal—tight, fierce, holy. And right now, the cosmos is crowning.
You’re being invited—no, summoned—to turn your deepest sensitivity into your fiercest strength. To stop pretending your pain is a problem and start understanding it as a portal. Because, my darling, the wound isn’t the end of your story. It’s the birthplace of your power.
We’re in the terrain now of ancestral aches and embryonic epiphanies. This energy wants you to dig deep—not with a shovel, but with your bare, beating heart—and find the spring that never stopped flowing. That holy aquifer of soul-sap, bursting beneath the bruises.
And the moment you say yes to it—truly, wholly, throat-wide open—everything responds. Worlds multiply. Magic magnetizes. The inner kingdom unfurls its velvet tapestries and says, “Welcome back, wanderer.” Because this isn’t just about healing—it’s about repopulating reality with your truest, most vital self.
But here’s the test: whatever lives inside you right now? That’s what gets amplified. If you plant fear, fear grows vines. If you stuff down doubt, doubt throws a rave in your ribcage. This is a full-body broadcast of your inner broadcast. The universe is turned up to eleven, and it’s playing your frequency.
So be mindful of what you whisper to yourself in the dark. Those whispers have legs now. Wings, even.
Because after this, Mars begins his sacred choreography toward Saturn in Pisces and Uranus in Taurus—two gods of form and shock, timing and tectonic shift. The choreography isn’t about control; it’s about attunement. The moves you make now will ripple into April, into embodiment, into revolution.
For now? Mars square Chiron is the moment the amniotic waters part.
It’s your cue to midwife yourself.
To let go of inherited suffering and make way for the magnificent unknown.
To trust that your sacred weirdness, your tender electric ache, your ridiculous capacity for rebirth—that’s the very stuff of life.
So close your eyes.
Dive in.
And let the waters reintroduce you to the world you’re meant to create…