SOLAR SPOTLIGHTS

The Cosmic Knockdown & the Wild Invitation: The Sun Meets the North Node—with Zodiacal & House Perspectives

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On March 17, the sun sidles up to the North Node at 28 degrees Pisces, and if the universe had a sense of humor—and it does—this would be the part where the grand performance is interrupted by a rogue gust of wind, toppling the set, scattering the scripts, and leaving the actors standing dumbfounded in their underwear…

This is the moment where life, in its infinite trickster wisdom, decides that your carefully curated identity is a little too well-constructed, a little too certain, a little too… polite. And so, with the chaotic grace of a fox slipping into a henhouse, the cosmic forces step in—not to destroy you, but to undo you just enough to set you free.

Because that’s the thing about Pisces at the tail end of its cycle: it doesn’t do status.

It doesn’t care for crowns or accolades or the illusion that any of us are standing on solid ground. This is the part of the zodiac where titles and reputations dissolve like sugar in water, where whatever pedestal you’ve been clinging to is suddenly yanked out from under you, not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. The ego gets thrown to the waves, and the tide doesn’t ask for permission. You are cast into the abyss, stripped of specialness, made hyper-receptive to the strange, the forgotten, the whispers from alleyways and the wisdom of the street prophets.

At this degree, possession is not just metaphorical…

The veil is thin, and spirits—mischievous, restless, half-drunk on their own laughter—slip in and out of your field like unexpected guests at a party you never meant to throw. Inspiration comes in flashes, erratic and untamed, a drunken muse that refuses to sit still. One minute, you are a conduit for brilliance, scrawling poetry on napkins and carving divine truths into the air with your fingertips. The next, you are chasing shadows, unsure whether you are the dreamer or the dream itself. You are not just visited by spirits; you become the haunted house.

And here’s where it gets tricky: this isn’t a polished, mystical enlightenment…

This isn’t the kind of awakening that comes with a cup of herbal tea and a knowing nod. No, this is the raw, unfiltered variety—the kind that requires losing yourself first, getting desperately, fantastically lost, before you have any hope of finding a new way forward. This is the regressive loop with teeth, where the past comes knocking in full force, parading its mistakes, its ghosts, its old scripts that you swore you had already burned.

There is a frantic energy here, a feeling that something must be done, but no clear direction on how to do it. And that’s the trap—the belief that action, any action, will fix what is unraveling…

But the medicine of this moment isn’t found in more movement.

The answer is in the surrender.

This degree of Pisces demands a change of heart, but it won’t let you choose it from the safety of logic. It needs you to be so disoriented, so stripped of false certainty, that the only path left is the one that leads inward.

And so, the sun and the North Node lock eyes in the deep, swirling waters of Pisces, and the lesson is laid bare: humility is not a punishment.

Being unmade is not the same as being undone.

Sometimes, the fall is not the failure—it is the invitation. The invitation to be remade, not into something grander, but into something truer.

And if that requires a little desperation, a little madness, a little holy chaos—well, so be it.

Zodiacal Perspectives: The Sun Meets the North Node at 28° Pisces

This is not a transit for the faint of heart, nor for those who insist on keeping their shoes clean while wading through the floodwaters of fate. When the sun collides with the North Node at the last gasp of Pisces, the cosmic current sweeps everyone into its undertow, but where it deposits you depends entirely on your willingness to let go. Each sign gets a different vantage point on this particular reckoning—some tumbling through the waves, others grasping at the last remnants of control, but all learning the same fundamental truth: you cannot outmaneuver your own becoming…