The PLANETARY PLANNER

JUNE 2025| PART 3

WHAT THE PLANETS ASK OF US•••

The Sun asks us to surrender the comforts of certainty in order to step into a wild, unpredictable becoming. First through Gemini’s sharp-edged visions and then into Cancer’s tide-pulled memory halls, the sun shines merciless light on both the brilliance and the burden of who we’ve been. It asks us to burn down old illusions, to refuse nostalgia when it cages us, and to stitch new worlds out of memory and audacity combined.

The Moon demands intimacy with change, not in theory but in blood and breath. From Virgo’s anxious urgency through Sagittarius’ ecstatic flood, into Pisces’ aching dissolution, and finally Cancer’s vulnerable planting, each lunar turn strips another layer of pretense. The moon this month asks us to feel the pulse of collapse and emergence and to stay loyal to the cycles even when they shred the maps we were using to navigate.

Mercury asks us to risk unfiltered connection with both mind and instinct. Moving from Gemini’s brilliant mania into Cancer’s ancestral heart, Mercury demands we stop spinning our wheels in cleverness and instead speak from the place that aches, the place that remembers. It calls for radical honesty, for fierce discernment, and for the willingness to rebuild communication as an act of soulful craftsmanship, not surface performance.

Venus asks us to recover the forbidden beauty hiding inside our brokenness. Starting in Aries’ battle cries and then rooting down into Taurus’ fertile fields, Venus insists that desire isn’t a detour—it’s the map itself. She demands we meet the depths without denial, seduce the shadow back into wholeness, and sculpt the sacred out of the dust and longing of all that was once considered too messy to love.

Mars asks us to discipline our fire… from Leo’s bright and reckless heart to Virgo’s careful, painstaking craft, Mars demands that we stop wasting energy on rebellion for rebellion’s sake. Instead, we are asked to channel the raw force of becoming into the small, sacred tasks that make real change possible: carving, tending, reworking, and sweating our way into true, durable presence.

Jupiter asks us to bless the whole messy sprawl of existence, and then to grow up enough to choose what matters most. As Jupiter leaps from Gemini’s exuberant noise into Cancer’s soul-soaked devotion, this demands we let go of half-baked dreams and root our expansion into something real, something ancestral, something the bones themselves can believe in.

Saturn asks us to reckon with the pure, brutal material of life. No more short cuts, no more side doors. Saturn demands we show up on Earth as apprentices again—learning patience, strength, self-command, and the willingness to sweat it out when nothing sparkles. It’s the kind of labor that reshapes destiny one stone at a time.

Uranus asks us to dream recklessly, to remember everything, and to choose wonder over cynicism. Sweeping through the last degrees of Taurus, Uranus invites a paradoxical revolution: remembering the past vividly enough to bless it, but refusing to let it dictate the future. It asks us to affirm life even in its gnarliest forms—and to midwife what has never yet been seen.

Neptune asks us to burn down every false version of ourselves and stand in the raw, unedited truth. Early Aries Neptune doesn’t float off into fantasy—it jackhammers into the marrow of the soul, insisting on authenticity that costs you your illusions. It’s a time for stark honesty, radical exposure, and naked courage at the very edge of the becoming.

Pluto asks us to surrender the scaffolding of the old world and open our lungs to the thin, sweet air of the unknown. Retrograde in Aquarius, Pluto pulls the plug on inherited systems and stirs a primal, terrifying awe at the sheer vastness of what could be. It demands wonder. It demands vision. It demands we lay our worn-out identities down at the altar of what wants to rise.

The Nodes ask us to sit in the pressure cooker of collective karma without blinking. They demand we recognize the heavy, shadow-soaked layers of history that still cling to our skin—and to stay with the tension long enough to find the gold buried inside the weight. No easy escapes. No shortcuts through the rubble. Only a fierce, stubborn faith that even the hardest places can be turned into holy ground.

Chiron asks us to fall in love with our own wounded, astonishing emergence. Dancing wildly at the end of Aries, Chiron doesn’t ask for neatness. This asks for wild grace, for reckless participation in the mess of becoming. This demands that we see our bruises not as shame, but as living proof of the unscripted, ecstatic dance that is only just beginning.

OVERALL OVERVIEW•••

June is not a month for walking the straight and polished roads—it is a month for slipping barefoot into the half-lit alleys of becoming, for shouldering the blessed mess of change like a second skin.

The cosmos hums with thresholds now—each planet a different doorway, each square and sextile and conjunction a different invitation to drop the costume, the cleverness, the half-life performance of the past.

It is a month where the bones of the old world rattle in the breeze even as the first fragile tendrils of the new one push stubbornly through the cracks.

A month that demands radical courage: to face the mirrors, to outgrow the masks, to remember how to build not from ego or exhaustion but from that thin, golden thread of soul that somehow, miraculously, still remembers the way.

June asks us to be bruised and unashamed.

To be astonishing and afraid, all at once.

To bless what collapses and to bow just as deeply to what stubbornly, wildly, insists on living.

The tides of destiny surge beneath every step now.

All you have to do is say yes—and mean it.

ZODIACAL PERSPECTIVES•••