The PLANETARY PLANNER

JUNE 2025| PART 2

JUNCTURES OF JUPITER•••

June finds Jupiter riding the final gusts of Gemini’s raucous air, eyes wide, pockets bursting with unfinished stories and half-formed prophecies...

By June 9th, Jupiter splashes into the tides of Cancer at 0° and immediately begins tightening the tension wires of a square to the Saturn–Neptune conjunction brewing in Aries. The mood shifts from dazzled distraction to gravitational pull, and fast. First, the square to Saturn sharpens on June 15th, then to Neptune on June 18th, and the whole cosmic stage begins to tremble under the weight of choices that can no longer be deferred.

At first, Jupiter gallops forward without a backward glance. The call is to indulge, to dive deep, to scout the frontiers of any obsession that grabs the heart and ride it to its absolute limit and beyond. There’s extravagance here, wildness, the kind of creative excess that burns down the last illusions of control...

Fantasy becomes fuel. Mania becomes muse.

Every micro-world teems with meaning; every seemingly small act bursts with the grandeur of unseen universes. Ordinary moments shimmer with the secret splendor of existence, and even the mundane becomes a temple if you can see it rightly.

But as the square tightens, the innocence of discovery collides with the gravity of stewardship...

Jupiter in Cancer feels the ancestral pull, the bone-deep loyalty to memory and belonging. Suddenly, the need to protect, to nurture, to shelter rises alongside the drive to explore. The urge to build sacred containers for what matters most becomes undeniable—but so, too, does the danger of constructing palaces so perfect that you exile yourself from the wildness you were meant to dance with. The temptation is strong to edit reality down to a version you can love without complication. And yet the real magic—Jupiter reminds—thrives where shadow and light are allowed to wrestle freely.

Underneath it all, a deeper self-schooling is taking place...

Jupiter, the great celebrant, is being tempered by something fiercer and rarer: the wisdom to know when to release control, when to pour out the heavy buckets of inherited fears and calcified beliefs, and when to lean, fully, wildly, into trust. Every bias, every assumption now becomes an anchor to be lifted, an old garment to be shrugged off. There is a fierce intelligence awakening here, a luminous capacity to choose affirmation over dread, precision over projection.

And always, always, there is the undertow of memory—the ache of everything you have ever been, everything your blood remembers…

Jupiter in Cancer steeps in this: the layered ripples of story and sentiment, the home fires burning through lifetimes of exile and return. Yet even as these energies long to linger, the squares to Saturn and Neptune pull at the edges, demanding that they not merely replay the past, but evolve it.

By the time the final degrees of June roll in, Jupiter stands half-baptized, half-bruised, having wandered through cycles of radical externalization only to find its influences shadowed by what one may try to forget. The rush outward cannot shield this... the goals amassed cannot satisfy the gnawing truth: that every dream built on self-alone crumbles, and only those rooted in soul can endure.

This month, Jupiter does not offer simple expansion. Jupiter offers the crossroads: to break from the shallow urgencies of personal ambition and rediscover the vast, trembling beauty of belonging—to something older, something deeper, something only the humbled heart can claim.

STRUCTURES OF SATURN•••

Saturn trudges through the early degrees of Aries this June, moving from 0°30’ to 1°49’, and with every step these energies carve a deeper groove into the crust of reality...

This is not a transit for dreamers or dilettantes. This is the hammering phase, the grinding phase, the moment when spirit buckles down into bone and sinew and learns, again, the hard virtue of engagement with the brute facts of existence. Saturn here demands your full-bodied, no-excuses participation. There is no escaping to a loftier realm. No spiritual bypass will save you from the sweat of what must be built, reworked, repaired.

It’s a fierce probationary period for the soul: penance for past indulgences, yes, but also a sober and holy hunger to get it right this time...

An omnivorous appetite for doing floods the field. Every errand of body, every small task or repair, every moment of showing up without frills or flair becomes its own sacrament. Will is activated—not for conquest, but for construction, for reclaiming the straight and narrow with a new ferocity.

And yet, stitched into the fabric of this discipline, the shadows wriggle and taunt…

Saturn’s journey here throws you up against yourself like a battering ram: the old rebel archetypes flare, the familiar temptations to flout the rules for the sake of it, to sabotage progress just to feel distinct and different. The outlaw mask, the rage of adolescence, the delicious seduction of being the one who won’t bow—these rise like smoke from a burning field. Shadowboxing becomes a daily sport. It feels righteous. It feels intoxicating. But Saturn isn’t fooled, and neither, deep down, are you.

Reality itself becomes a projection screen, and everything you rail against outside you is just another echo from within. There’s no shortcut through this passage, no easy transcendence. Saturn in Aries demands that you sit in the heat of your own contradictions until they melt into something more essential. Until you can carve your way through rebellion into genuine sovereignty.

In June, Saturn’s slow, deliberate pace reminds you that the new cycle has barely begun...

The ground is rocky. The weight is heavy.

But inside the grind, something irreversible is being forged—not the sparkling fantasy of liberation, but the slow-breathing, stubborn birth of strength—the kind you can build worlds on.

UPHEAVALS OF URANUS•••

Uranus drifts through the last wild miles of Taurus this June, from 28°08’ to 29°43’, and the world hums with the strange static of endings inside beginnings...

Here, imagination crystallizes—not into monuments or manifestos, but into a kind of shimmering play: a whimsical remembering of the inside of the inside.

Nothing binds. Nothing holds.

The structures that once caged creativity now float like dandelion seeds in a lazy hurricane. Life tangents wildly, beautifully, answering only to the muse, twinkling sideways into futures not yet named.

This is a realm of inventive abandon, where dreaming the world into being is a birthright and no map survives contact with the currents. You are exultantly, gloriously answerable to nothing but the whisper pulling you further down the rabbit hole. Yet even amid the wide-eyed freedom, another current stirs—a deep rumbling beneath the revelry.

Because Uranus in these final degrees remembers everything…

The karmic scrolls unfurl behind your every step. Myriad pasts shimmer at the edges of sight: some familiar, warm, even bittersweet; others sharp-edged, restless, thick with the ache of unfinished business. Nostalgia and regret weave a subtle spell here, tempting you to linger in the long corridors of what-was. It is easy, in these moments, to scorn the past for its weight, to curse the density of Earth’s long journey. Easy, too, to feel yourself superior to the great messy sprawl of it all.

But Uranus asks for something harder—and more luminous: to affirm the whole damn process: to bless even the jagged edges, even the failures, even the bewildering tangles.

To look backward without turning to salt…

In this space of retrospective upheaval, the real decision is forged: Will you subtly sour your future by cursing your history? Or will you spiral outward with a lighter heart, still reverent of the labyrinth that made you?

Uranus in June dreams of a future not dictated by cynicism or collapse, but by the mischievous, miraculous audacity to say yes—yes to the earth, yes to the ache, yes to the bright, borderless becoming that trembles just beyond the last known edge.

NOTIONS OF NEPTUNE•••

Neptune drifts between 1°52’ and 2°10’ Aries this June, and the dreamtime gets rowdier, rougher, and far less polite...

This is Neptune not as a misty sea-god, but as a wildfire anarchist—driven, hungry, incorrigible. Here, you’re up against yourself in the most naked way imaginable: shadowboxing with every impulsive urge to rebel simply for the taste of it. You can feel it—the thrill of rupture, the seduction of standing apart, wearing your difference like a tattered flag stitched out of every fight you ever refused to lose.

But Neptune in early Aries is no fool’s rebellion...

It’s a cosmic gauntlet: can you survive the self you mythologize without losing the self you are?

It’s easy to get swept, to fall for the allure of pure antagonism, of being the outlaw simply because the role is there to play… in this energy, everything becomes a projection; reality morphs at the whim of whichever version of yourself you clutch most tightly. Identity flashes like a neon sign, but meaning slips through your fingers.

And yet, underneath the wild swings and the burning need to be distinct, another Neptune rises—stark, brutal, blessedly clear. The candor of this passage is searing. There are no costumes, no soft landings, no sweet distortions to make it palatable. Neptune in Aries now goes straight for the nerve, for the blunt, jarring honesty of soul without makeup. It jackhammers through the layers of pretense and expectation, leaving behind only what is real enough to stand naked under the pressure.

This month, Neptune dares you to tell the truth about yourself—not the curated truth, not the rebellious mythology, but the raw fact of your being, whatever it happens to be when no one else is looking…

It demands the kind of self-disclosure that costs you comfort but wins you your life.

To dance this Neptune is to risk it all: to lose the story, the mask, the defensive snarl—and find, still standing, the unvarnished brilliance of your soul in revolt against every lie you’ve ever been taught to wear.

PENETRATIONS OF PLUTO•••

Pluto drifts retrograde from 3°39’ to 3°08’ Aquarius this June, and the undercurrents grow electric, heavy with signals from the far future.

This is no gentle retrograde...

It’s a seismic stirring in the bones of collective life, a call vibrating straight through the scaffolding of the ordinary. Suddenly, you become aware—staggeringly aware—of the immense and brittle smallness of what you once called normal. Assumptions disintegrate under your fingertips. Old ideologies wheeze and collapse like paper houses in a monsoon.

In their place: the raw breath of the unknown.

Pluto here is a relentless awakener…

Pluto doesn’t coax you forward with promises. It shatters the comfortable ceilings of the common day and demands that you lift your eyes—higher, wilder, into landscapes still shimmering on the cusp of creation. You are pulled, irresistibly, toward threshold states, altered visions, moments when the veil thins and another way of being hums just outside your reach.

You are meant to feel the awe.

You are meant to be destabilized.

The deeper invitation now is collective: to gather not just as survivors of the old, but as architects of the astonishingly new. It’s an era where the tired stories of power, progress, and identity fall flat, and something else, raw and breathtaking, rushes in to take root. Those who heed the call are not here to reform the world—they’re here to re-dream it from the molecules up.

This Pluto retrograde is not about control… it’s about surrender to the revelation already breaking through the cracks—about learning to stand in the naked wonder of a world that is not yet born, but already stirring wildly in your bloodstream.

NODAL NUANCES•••

The nodes inch backward from 23°58’ to 21°04’ Pisces–Virgo this June, pulling the great tides of destiny deeper underground, where the old fractures crack and the new seeds catch fire.

Pressure builds from the inside out—a slow, seismic revolt against inherited weight, collective doubt, ancestral grief. It begins subtly, like a whisper between the atoms, and crescendos until the form constraints can no longer hold.

The pressure valve blows…

Something forbidden, something magnificent and long-forgotten, surges up to meet the light.

Yet the shadows stir just as fiercely. Unconscious realms boil over, saturated with old trickery and lingering menace. Denial thickens the air, and the conscious mind falters at the sheer density of the unseen. You can feel it: that gnarled craving to break free, the desperation to slip the old chains, even while the ghosts of choices not yours to make cling like smoke.

It’s a karmic tangle, a holy mess, and the path forward requires not innocence, but relentless reclamation.

The nodes this month demand a different kind of heroism—the stubborn, brutal craft of world-making from broken soil…

Meeting the hard substance of life and refusing to flinch.

Becoming the kind of soul who, through patient scars and earned humility, can turn even the most unyielding material into living form—not with perfection, not with polish… but through a slow-won mastery that bends the impossible toward the inevitable.

At the same time, there is a deeper vigil underway...

A soul-deep stationing at the edges of time, tuned not to chatter but to the great silent hum beneath it all. You are tapped into the collective frequency now—sent to the outposts of consciousness to bear witness, to hold the line, to wait, invisibly, for the seasons of the spirit to turn. Service is silent here. Integrity is non-negotiable.

You are not called to fix the world in June—you are called to stay true to what is real, what endures, what cannot be compromised.

By month’s end, the nodes have carried you through a crucible where conviction is tested and crystallized...

Where the autobiography of your soul is stitched more tightly into the great tapestry. You are sharper, more self-consistent, less willing to abandon the story you were born to live. June offers no easy victories—but it does offer a rare, irreversible clarity: the knowledge that you are exactly where you are meant to be, calling the shots on a road only you could walk.

CONCERNS OF CHIRON•••

Chiron gallops across the last wildlands of Aries this June, from 25°43’ to 26°47’, a wounded centaur in full exultation and full exposure all at once...

It’s a month of edge-dancing—of leaning so far into change that you become change itself.

Every breath, every choice, every reckless lunge into the unknown is drenched in the fierce, chaotic joy of self-emergence. Destiny doesn’t whisper now—it shouts from every corner, dares you to catch the spark mid-flight and spin it into something only you could create.

But the playground of the world, wide open and humming, is not without its tricks…

Everywhere you turn, your own shadows wait—dressed as circumstance, disguised as distraction. What you most crave to deny ricochets back at you through a thousand thematic echoes.

It is dazzling. It is hysterical. It is brutal.

The world, in June, becomes a merciless hall of mirrors where your unresolved self slips into every reflection you chase.

There is no clever exit from this labyrinth…

No grand narrative to stitch over the raggedness—only the stark, unrelenting feedback loop that insists: the wild personality you constructed to outrun your rawness was never a disguise good enough to fool the soul.

This month, Chiron asks not for control but for communion with the real—these energies strip the false flags from the march of identity and reveals the tender, chaotic heart beating beneath…

The wound is not a mistake.

The nakedness is not a failure.

It is, and always has been, the point…

Fall in love with your own becoming. Fall harder into the places that sting—that’s where the wild healing lives now—fierce, uncontainable, and gloriously yours.