The PLANETARY PLANNER
MAY 2025| PART 1
SOLAR SPOTLIGHTS •••
The sun lounges through Taurus at the beginning of May, basking like a lazy cat in a sunbeam, until the cosmos calls it to more serious business…
On May 15, when the sun sextiles the North Node and trines the South Node at 25° Taurus, the mirror between the inner world and the outer one cracks slightly, letting a little truth leak through. This is no polished affair—this is a day when you could believe you’re a legend in your own mind and find yourself either gloriously self-enchanted or tragically in your own way.
The gift here is choice: stay entangled in the thickets of ego, or turn your gaze toward the living, breathing infinite—the frequencies most people miss when they’re too busy checking their reflections. If you listen carefully, the light hums: There’s more to build than your image. There’s a world to tap into, and it begins behind your eyelids.
Two days later, on May 17, the annual sun–Uranus conjunction sparks into life at 27° Taurus.
Here, the sacred prankster of the zodiac peels away false layers like old wallpaper to reveal the raw brick of being underneath. It’s a day of subtle lightning strikes, of feeling yourself less as a “person” and more as a breath—a seed—blown by some mad, benevolent wind.
There’s sweetness in this stripping down, a homecoming to the original blueprint that still smells of stars and wild grass. Enter the process. Hand yourself over. Every real revolution starts with surrender to what was seeded inside you long before you learned to name it.
By May 20, the sun sextiles Saturn at 29° Pisces just as it packs its bags for Gemini, and nostalgia clings to its ankles like stubborn mist.
Past lives, old mistakes, lost loves, the whole heavy, holy haul of history—all of it flickers behind the eyelids now.
There’s temptation here: to scorn the past as foolishness, to grumble and curse the slow grind of earthbound lessons. But don’t.
The earth is pregnant with alternate futures. The one you give life to will be the one you honor—not the one you dismiss. Reflection is the raw material of creation. Use it wisely. Bow to the bones of your old selves. Bury them in fertile ground.
Fresh in Gemini’s crisp air, the sun sextiles Neptune in Aries on May 22 at 1°40’, and the mind—clever beast that it is—clicks its puzzle pieces neatly into place. Everything makes sense, maybe too much sense...
Beware the seduction of coherence.
It’s easy to mistake neatness for truth.
Underneath the perfectly balanced categories, a deeper longing stirs: to break free, to color outside the tidy lines, to taste life messy and raw again. This is the itch of the wild self, whispering from the sidelines: There’s more than this, and it doesn’t have a spreadsheet. If you dare, let the pattern dissolve. Let living grow stranger and freer again.
Then comes May 24, and the sun trines Pluto at 3°44’ Aquarius—an electric handshake between the old frameworks and the future’s wild blueprints. The outward twin may still be paying bills and nodding at meetings, but the inward twin? Oh, the inward twin is scaling secret ladders into future worlds, mapping territories no GPS has ever dreamed of…
It’s a day for revelation, for lightning-struck visions, for meeting the unnameable face-to-face. The air itself tastes different when you breathe this deep. The message? New worlds are real, and they’re not waiting for permission. Neither should you.
Finally, on May 29, the sun meets Mercury in superior conjunction at 9°02’ Gemini, and the mind flares into overdrive. Epiphanies hit like rogue waves: some real, some imagined, some born of ancient hunches finally proven right.
This is the cosmic jumpstart, the holy disruption that smashes assumptions and flips your favorite narratives upside down. Be wary of cynicism today—the mind loves to poke holes in even the brightest dreams. Trust instead the deeper motion: not the immediate “aha!” but the long arc of understanding beginning to spiral you closer to the next true thing.
•••
The stars spill secrets daily. But the juiciest ones?—the ones with teeth, tenderness, and time-bending truth?—those are reserved for the inner circle. The Planetary Planner is a reader-powered, soul-fueled operation.
If you’ve been floating on the free ride, consider this your nudge from the cosmos:
Upgrade. Go deeper…
MOON MOODS •••
The first quarter moon on May 4 catches fire at 14° Leo, and the sky dares you to be nothing less than quintessentially yourself—messy, magnificent, gloriously over-the-top. It’s a day crackling with dramatic potential, when your gifts, talents, and larger-than-life love can spill out into the world with the richness of a river cresting its banks. But there’s a catch: ego can singe the very radiance it tries to spotlight. The moon reminds you that true greatness isn’t about performance—it’s about presence. To hold all that brilliance in your bare hands without clutching, without flaunting, without apology—that’s the tightrope walk. And in the spaces between showmanship and sincerity, between mourning and rejoicing, between the ache for love and the limitlessness of it, you find a kind of quiet royalty that no crown could ever buy.
By May 12, under the Scorpio full moon at 22°, the inside of things takes the reins—and the ego, bless its chatty little heart, is politely escorted offstage. This is the moon of soul-smoke and molten vision, where outward appearances dissolve like old paint under rain. The true architects of this world—the dreamers, the outlaws, the ones who refuse to be hemmed in by the merely visible—gather here, working unseen magic in the roots of reality. It’s a night of ruthless reclamation: burning away dead skins, stripping existence down to the flame at the core, and insisting that what was meant to live shall live. If you’ve been waiting for permission to defy consensus reality, here it is. Bring your secret fire. Build something invisible and enduring with it.
On May 20, the last quarter moon hums at 29° Aquarius, and the sky folds into a collage of memory, karma, and futuristic blueprints all tangled together. This isn’t nostalgia for the sake of sighing over the past—it’s integration, synthesis, the mindful threading of a thousand lessons into a new garment you might just wear into the next lifetime. You hold paradox in your hands like juggling balls—sorrow and hope, memory and invention, gravity and flight—and somehow, impossibly, you manage not to drop them. The only caution: don’t let the past sour your taste for the future. Bless your ghosts. They carried you here. But your business now is with what comes next.
Then, on May 26, the Gemini new moon at 6° casts its mischief across the sky. Here, the story hasn’t been written yet—it flutters between realities, a flickering thought, a joke, a dream half-formed. Outward appearances might betray you today; they rarely match the strange, wide-open possibilities blooming inside. Doubt and conviction lock arms and spin you dizzy. Doubt says, “You fool. It never works.” Conviction grins and says, “It’s yours if you dare name it.” The new moon isn’t handing out guarantees. But it is whispering that whimsy can hold treasures, and that faith, outrageous and barefoot, might just be the sharpest tool you own.
MERCURIAL MACHINATIONS •••
Mercury opens May roaring through Aries, wearing boots too big and a grin too sharp, moving so fast that most thoughts don’t even have time to finish dressing before being flung into the world...
But on May 6, when Mercury conjuncts Chiron at 24° Aries, something ancient stirs beneath the noise.
Here lies the crossroads between restlessness and revelation: the karma of voices not yet given form, the ache of messages stored up for centuries, pressing like ghost notes behind the ribs. You may feel stranded—adrift between the old world and the next—but that’s the point. There’s nothing to fix today, nothing to rush. The restlessness isn’t a flaw; it’s the rehearsal for the moment the floodgates finally open, and all your stored-up magic roars out with the force of futures unmet.
On May 10, Mercury softens into Taurus, trading wildfire for slow-blooming thunder…
Here, the mind thickens, roots itself, learns the difference between speaking and communing.
By May 12, Mercury trines Pluto at 3° Aquarius, and the threshold between this world and the next grows thin as onion skin. States of revelation bubble up from somewhere older than thought—visions, dreams, the deep hum of a future world breathing underneath the paved-over present.
It’s a call to remember the parts of yourself not tethered to linear time. If you surrender to the dream and let it dream you back, you’ll find yourself seated at the roundtable of the next revolution.
But May 17 brings a different kind of test: Mercury squares Mars at 13° Leo, and the mind turns combative…
Here’s the rub: you no longer fit where you came from, but you haven’t yet arrived where you’re going. It’s the classic soul-warp—suspended between what you grieve and what you can barely imagine.
Don’t panic. Don’t shove. Don’t pick fights with shadows.
Instead, strip away the brittle husks of self-importance and make yourself nimble enough to carry a seed from paradise into whatever battered ground awaits you. Self-seriousness will strangle your future before it flowers. Only humility will get you through the keyhole.
By May 23, Mercury, still in Taurus, cozies up to the nodes of fate—sextiling the North Node and trining the South at 25°.
It’s a moment of internal alchemy: the mirror between who you thought you were and who you’re becoming fractures, shimmers, reforms. You may see yourself suddenly, startlingly, as a force beyond personality—a living filament of the great unknown. But beware: the temptation to over-identify with the image is strong. True humility here isn’t self-erasure. It’s self-transparency—becoming clear enough that spirit can pour through you without distortion.
The next day, May 24, Mercury fuses with Uranus at 27° Taurus, and the lights inside your mind flicker, short out, reboot in strange, glorious configurations…
Revelations come unbidden.
Ideas spark like dry brush in lightning season.
You may feel less like a thinker and more like a conduit—a seed blown by some sacred, mischievous wind, stripped of your cleverness and saturated instead with the wild ease of being exactly where you are, exactly when you are, without apology.
Mercury moves into Gemini on May 25, stepping into the quicksilver realm of wordplay and winged thoughts…
Here, Mercury feels at home—nimble, double-jointed, blessed with a thousand tongues. And on May 27, Mercury trines Pluto again, now from Gemini to Aquarius, electrifying the soul’s secret cartography.
The twin inside you—the one who dreams new worlds into being while the other twin nods at grocery lists and deadlines—gets free rein to explore new territory. It’s a day for visionary leaps, for seizing altered states of consciousness, for building networks not made of wires but of shared longing and strange hope. The ground floor of tomorrow is being poured under your feet even as you walk it.
Finally, Mercury meets the sun in superior conjunction at 9° Gemini on May 29, igniting the mind with a furious, holy brightness…
Expect sudden turnarounds, eureka moments, and disorienting flashes of insight. Expect also the temptation to fall into cynicism—to assume every wonder hides a trap, every brilliance casts a double-shadow. Don’t let the mind collapse in on itself. Ride the wave. Let yourself leap—not away from meaning, but into the paradox where meaning and mystery dance together at last.
VENUSIAN VENTURES •••
Venus kicks off May by kicking down the door—swaggering into Aries on May 1 like a wild-eyed heroine in a rebel movie you didn’t realize you were starring in…
No more velvet and soft whispers: Venus here is leather jackets, bare feet on hot asphalt, a match struck on her own teeth.
And when she kisses Neptune by conjunction on May 2 at 1° Aries, the fantasy isn’t all sugarplums and happy endings—it’s wild, volatile, raw. Barriers crackle and shatter. Desire wrestles with rebellion. Love here is shadowboxing with yourself under a broken streetlight—fierce, flawed, unmistakably alive. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t ask permission and wouldn’t recognize it if it was offered. Expect to feel alive in places you’ve long left for dead—and don’t bother trying to tidy up the mess. The beauty is in the mess.
By May 6, Venus sextiles Pluto at 3° Aquarius and suddenly, a secret door in the alley wall swings open…
This is the magic of raw discovery—the kind that demands you dance, barefoot and laughing, before you even know the words to the music. There’s a giddy, electric pulse here, a call to throw off the dull caution of the common day and plunge headlong into something luminous and unformed. Connection today is like wildfire: contagious, consuming, and absolutely necessary. Wonder floods back into the bloodstream, and you remember—body, heart, and soul—what it feels like to believe again in impossible, irrepressible beginnings.
Between May 17–22, Venus in Aries and Mars in Leo move in tandem, weaving a trine from 13° to 16°, and the world smells like rain and gunpowder…
This is when the sparks really fly.
Creativity doesn’t walk politely into the room; it barrels through the walls, draped in fireworks and hollering your name. You are a walking fuse. Gifts and wild ideas spill from you like coins from a broken purse, extravagant and effortless.
But beware the seduction of your own brilliance—there’s a fine line between inspired genius and blind self-certainty.
Venus reminds you: love and creativity thrive not from proving you know it all, but from remembering the dance between knowing and unknowing. Stay open, stay moving, and trust that even when you feel blindfolded, your deeper sight knows exactly where it’s going.
As Venus approaches Chiron at the end of May, tightening toward their exact conjunction at 25° Aries (which lands on June 1), the pulse quickens…
Love and wound, gift and grief, vulnerability and victory—all braided together now.
This is not the soft falling-in-love of lullabies. This is falling in love with the raw, exquisite mess of your own becoming.
It’s the fierce tenderness of catching the spark as it flies, even knowing it might singe your fingertips. Living on the edge isn’t a hazard now—it’s the whole point. Venus here doesn’t offer guarantees, only a glittering, roaring invitation: Live now. Love now. Risk everything that isn’t real to claim everything that is.
MARS MOVEMENTS •••
Mars barrels through Leo for all of May like a trickster king in a lion’s costume—roaring when necessary, preening when irresistible, but always carrying a deeper fire tucked under the theatrics…
The most notable dance begins in tandem with Venus mid-month (May 17–22), as these two cosmic hot-wires weave a golden trine through the fire signs, electrifying the atmosphere with reckless, radiant possibility.
Sparks fly between courage and creation, passion and wild intuition.
Mars in Leo isn’t here for half-hearted gestures. It’s here to claim the full stage, the full voice, the full truth. Where Venus invites the messy love of becoming, Mars charges into it, brandishing not a sword but a flaming paintbrush, splattering color on every future you dare to imagine.
Even beyond that blazing trine, Mars prepares for a deeper alchemy brewing just out of sight—applying slowly toward a trine with Chiron in Aries, exact on June 10.
The energy starts stirring by late May, and you can feel it in the spaces between actions: a hum, a crackle, a memory of a song you knew before you were born.
This is no ordinary bravado. This is the emergence of the hidden self—the cosmic self—behind the personality’s dazzling grin.
Outwardly, you may seem conventional, approachable, gloriously “normal” (whatever that is). But underneath? Oceans. Galaxies. Infinite playgrounds of soul discovery. Mars here carries the double flame: working the surface world with visible charm while tunneling deep into invisible dimensions, making secret pacts with the sacred.
The catch? The playground is wide open, but it’s also lined with mirrors…
Everywhere you go, you’re liable to bump into yourself—your shadows, your projections, your unresolved rebellions—hollering back at you in strange costumes.
The rush for stimulation, the thirst for affirmation, the craving to be seen… it can spin into hysteria if you’re not anchored to something deeper.
Mars in Leo, triumphant though he may appear, can’t out-roar the truth. Only through the naked courage of seeing himself clearly—of dropping the “on-stage” persona when the mask grows too heavy—can he claim the true inheritance waiting in the wings: authenticity, sovereignty, soul-deep sovereignty.
This month under Mars, the lesson rings loud:
Be dazzling, yes.
Be daring, hell yes.
But above all, be real.
Because the wildest thing you can do in a world of performance is to show up unarmored—and still burn brighter than ever.
Stay tuned for Part 2…