The PLANETARY PLANNER

JUNE 2025| PART 1

SOLAR SPOTLIGHTS•••

The sun, now swaggering through Gemini like a mischievous twin in two sets of shoes, squares the lunar nodes on June 13th, dragging the personal story into cosmic court...

The ruling is clear: intervention from the higher self is underway, and it doesn’t come with a polite knock—the truth blows in like a crowned tempest, rattling your paper defenses and insisting that something vast and uncompromising must be born from the shattered pieces. Shadows crawl at the edges, too—old tricks, old ghosts, old seductions of denial—but this time, no mask fits quite right. Somewhere in the cracks, a revelation is waiting: that integrity isn’t a Sunday best you put on when someone’s looking—it’s a feral, relentless grit that holds fast even when the whole world slips into sleight-of-hand illusions.

What matters now is how stubbornly, how gloriously, you show up for what’s real…

By June 17th, the sun casts a sextile toward Chiron in Aries, and the energy goes primal. Forget your well-rehearsed tricks. Forget your bag of polished tools. It’s time to move like the animal you are—naked, raw, sensing with every hair and heartbeat.

There’s a stripping down here, a dare to operate without your arsenal of foreknowledge. Yet tucked somewhere deep in the marrow is the knowing: that you are more gifted than the game presently demands, and when the moment is right, those buried stars inside you will ignite in ways you can barely fathom yet.

For now? Stumble gloriously forward…

When the sun slips into Cancer on June 20th, the mood swings like a compass needle seeking true north through a fog of ancestral perfume. You feel the tug of roots, the weight of belonging. It’s sentimental. It’s ancient. It’s the memory of every place you’ve ever called home—even the ones you only visited in dreams. And almost immediately, the sun squares Saturn on June 22nd, and the test tightens—you are asked to hold steady when the world misreads you, to carry the vision in your blood even when accused of aloofness or arrogance.

Stay lit from within—the real work hums on a frequency few can hear.

A day later, June 23rd, the sun squares Neptune in Aries, and the illusions swirl like smoke in a funhouse mirror...

Every preconception, every rigid belief about how life “should” work, gets tossed overboard. It’s radical unlearning time. Stark, blistering honesty cuts through the glamour and leaves you standing raw and real, no apologies offered, no masks tolerated. If you can tolerate your own nakedness under the cosmic spotlight, you’ll find yourself free.

On June 24th, the sun cozies up to Jupiter in Cancer, and the doors to wonder fling wide open. Memories flood in—personal, ancestral, collective—a great tide of stories, scents, half-remembered songs. You’re not here to resist it. You’re here to let it rip through you like a river of reunion, to gather the sparks, the soul seeds, and to stand flaming in the name of everything that has ever mattered. Enthusiasm surges. You will want—no, need—to share it, to run laughing with your kin across the thresholds of new worlds.

Finally, June 26th brings a sextile between the sun and Mars now sharpening its blade in Virgo...

It’s a wild but grounded call: karma is on the move. The past echoes in your bones, demanding a response, but not the tired old kind. Redemption here is not through penance; it is through resurrection. You have the chance to transmute darkness into momentum, shame into sovereignty. And meanwhile, your body, your instincts, your sheer love of being alive are singing in your ears like a marching band. This month doesn’t just want you awake—it wants you on fire, wildly present, laughing through the battle, still hungry for the dance.

MOON MOODS•••

The month cracks open with the first quarter moon at 12°50’ Virgo on June 2nd, and it’s not the kind of day you ask politely to borrow a cup of sugar. The air bristles. The nerves twitch. Born ready and itching for friction, this moon hurls itself into existence like a firecracker trapped in a mason jar. Self-righteousness runs high. Every grievance feels carved in stone, every cause too urgent to question. And yet, beneath the bickering and the bluster, there is a deeper ache—a soul hunger gnawing for a way out of the mental thickets we’ve tangled ourselves in. This moon demands: will you keep feeding the old polarities until you burst, or can you wrench yourself free and taste the sweeter air of a life not built on endless feuds? The secret is containment, purity cultivated inside, building the new not by shouting down the old, but by mastering the art of silent, stubborn blossoming.

By the Sagittarius full moon at 20°39’ on June 11th, the world hums like a charged wire stretched between heaven and earth. This is no ordinary full moon—it plants itself smack at the heart of a grand cross with the nodes, and X, dear traveler, marks the spot. The great currents of the cosmos surge through you, singing ancestral songs you barely remember knowing. You are tapped in, tuned in, turned on. The sacred circle draws tighter, the cone of light sharpens, and all those borderlands you’ve flirted with—between now and then, here and there—crackle with possibility. But there’s a catch: the gifts you carry, the dazzling downloads you channel, cannot be worn like jewels or traded like currency. They must be stripped down, lightened, made fluid enough to ride the winds. Greatness here demands surrender, not spectacle. The call is to weave yourself into the great becoming without choking on your own knowing.

Then, on June 18th, the last quarter moon at 27°48’ Pisces arrives, draped in the surreal and the sacred, a dreamy stumble across invisible thresholds. With Saturn and Neptune humming in the background, and the sun whispering with Jupiter, it’s like falling into a myth you can’t quite remember and can’t entirely forget. Possessed by the playful spirits of the in-between, you are tossed out of certainty, out of stature, straight into the thick soup of humility and wonder. It’s messy. It’s exhilarating. And it’s necessary. Randomness rules the hour. The mind whirls with images too quick for language. Here, the work is deep soul alchemy: to accept the chaos not as punishment, but as passage—to find, amid the glittering wreckage, the vessel through which your vast, vivid inner seeing can find its way into the waking world. Evolution is not something to wait for. It’s already unfurling under your feet.

The grand finale lands on June 25th with the Cancer new moon at 4°08’, locking arms with Jupiter and squaring the wild Saturn/Neptune tangle in Aries. It’s a moon of getting lost spectacularly—and then getting found, battered, weeping, and profoundly more whole than before. Underneath all the fervent striving, the relentless building of empires personal and professional, a soft, relentless whisper persists: this is not enough. External achievements falter under the weight of internal hunger. What once seemed dazzling and urgent now rings hollow unless it roots itself in soul truth. Fate steps in as trickster and teacher, tripping you, humbling you, forcing you to feel what you would rather outrun. This moon doesn’t strip you to punish—it strips you to prepare you. Because what comes next isn’t just about what you can build in the world. It’s about how wholly, how nakedly, how magnificently you can remember who you really are when the walls fall down.

MERCURIAL MACHINATIONS•••

Mercury, high on Gemini’s quicksilver winds, stirs the pot into full boil by June 5th, forming a t-square to the lunar nodes at 23°54’…

This is no ordinary mental scramble—this is the mind turned tuning fork, vibrating wildly with every frequency in the room, the street, the universe. Instincts flash across the screen of awareness in multicolor lightning. Words, images, sensations—everything is speaking, everything is alive.

In this dazzling flood of impressions, the future shows its face, not with thunder but with the simple, staggering obviousness of body-knowledge remembering itself. And yet, beneath the brilliance, a pressure valve blows: old doubts, ancestral doubts, doubts you never knew you carried detonate inside you, demanding that the mind become not just a beacon but a bridge.

Mercury stands vigil at the crossroads, torn between frenzy and clarity, yearning for a collective reckoning that can finally bring peace.

By June 6th, Mercury sextiles Chiron at 25°58’, and the mind—still darting like a dragonfly across dimensions—catches glimpses of futures lost and pasts unlived. Reality feels like a hologram built on the wrong frequency. You hover at the edges, a stranger in your own moment, profoundly aware that true sense runs counter to common consensus. The brilliance is real, but so is the exile. It is the classic ache of the edge-walker, the one who sees too much too soon, and is left to cradle the knowing until the world catches up.

Then on June 8th, Mercury kisses Jupiter at 29°46’ Gemini, and for a brief, luscious moment, everything lights up…

Worlds within worlds glitter, each mundane gesture charged with cosmic radiance. Rinsing a dish, brushing a shoulder, glancing at a stranger—all become acts of invocation. The macrocosm hums inside the microcosm, and you live inside the miracle without needing to escape it. It is holy, it is hilarious, and it is happening now.

But as Mercury slides into Cancer’s waters, the tone shifts. June 9th brings back-to-back squares—first to Saturn at 0°60’ and then to Neptune at 1°59’…

Thought tightens like a fist. The mind, so recently flooded with sparkling reflections, now meets the heavy grind of reality: the need to carve, to discipline, to aim. It’s grueling but necessary. You’re asked to cultivate a fortress of focus without armoring your heart. To build something real while still flowing with the unseen.

The temptation to rebel, to snarl, to lash out runs high—after all, what feels like discipline can sometimes smell suspiciously like confinement. But the secret is in using this tension as kindling, not a cage. The sharpest sword is the one forged under duress, and Mercury now dares you to shape your mind into a vessel that can carry spirit clean through the storm.

Mercury keeps flowing, and on June 11th, a connection to Venus at 5°50’…

Here, after the rough climb, tenderness returns. The heart speaks in gestures too soft for words. The past—personal, collective, ancestral—rises, demanding reckoning and reclamation. Here, honesty is not a weapon but a balm. You can see clearly now where the thorns lie, and with your vision sharpened by fire, you move forward lighter, clearer, and closer to the seed of grace pulsing inside all things.

June 21st finds Mercury trining the North Node and connecting to the South Node at 22°11’, and the mind slips between timelines like a lucid dreamer.

There’s a temptation here to reassemble the old world—to hold the cracked pieces together with sheer will. Yet every elegant mental construction trembles on the edge of collapse, whispering that true power lies not in preservation, but in radical surrender. Still, there’s honor in this dance, this attempt, this bittersweet love song to everything you once knew. Learning to let it go without bitterness becomes the silent triumph.

By June 26th, Mercury sextiles Uranus at 29°30’ Taurus, and the energy electrifies…

Suddenly, breakthrough is everywhere. The walls you’ve been pushing against dissolve into air. The truth spills forth, messy and magnificent. Creative release floods the field. There’s no room left for restraint—you are swept into the pageant of life, remembering not through thought, but through trust in the brilliant, unruly current of existence itself.

And just as Mercury moves into Leo’s golden blaze on June 26th, the game shifts again.

On June 27th, Mercury trines Saturn at 1°45’, and now the mind finds its backbone—old blockages, old traps of ego and defiance, reveal themselves not as prisons but as ladders. You are face-to-face with yourself at every turn, hammering out the final stubborn kinks in the forge of self-realization. The labor is raw, relentless, and essential.

On June 28th, Mercury trines Neptune at 2°10’, and a wild, ecstatic honesty takes hold. No more filters. No more polite fictions. What’s real demands naked telling—and the courage to stay with it. It’s a breathtaking release into truth, the kind that scalds even as it heals.

Finally, on June 29th, Mercury opposes Pluto at 3°10’…

This is the reckoning: the confrontation with the deep undercurrents beneath all your practices, disciplines, and projections. You find sanctuary not by fleeing but by diving headfirst into the immediate task, the sacred work of becoming a vessel for what wants to move through you. Mercury’s journey this month ends not with answers, but with a deepened, ripened capacity to stay awake amid the turbulence, to trust the process even when the surface wobbles—and to recognize that the real revolution was inside you all along.

VENUSIAN VENTURES•••

Venus barrels into June with a wild spark in her eye, conjoining Chiron at 25°44’ Aries on the 1st…

This is the edge where beauty breaks its bones to be reborn wilder. You’re poised on countless brinks, swept by tides too fast to name. It’s not a time to hold back, and Venus isn’t asking for subtlety—she’s asking for your whole, unfiltered being, ecstatic, overwhelmed, exultant. Destiny’s dance floor is slippery and brilliant, and you’re spinning across it, catching fireflies of genius in the folds of your newly blazing heart.

By June 4th, Venus, still sizzling, connects to Jupiter at 28°56’ Gemini—here the unconscious rises like a chorus, demanding a place in the song. The hidden chambers of your being—long-neglected, long-shamed—want out, want in, want everything. There’s a playful mischief to this unveiling, a decadent delight in letting the shadow and the miracle step into the same light. You are offered the rare permission to saturate yourself in your chosen passion, to wear it out or transmute it, with no apologies and no regrets. A grand game is afoot: plunge into it with both arms open.

Then, on June 5th, Venus calms her fevered step and slips into Taurus, her home ground, where the lushness thickens and the sensual rhythms slow. But even here, storms brew below the surface.

By June 9th, Venus squares Pluto retrograde at 3°32’ Aquarius, and the sweetness of Taurus is disrupted by a violent throb from the underworld. Dreams grow teeth. The deep-sea currents of karma rise up and pull you inward. Altered states, half-forgotten visions, ghost trails of who you once were—all swirl thick in the bloodstream. The creative powers you crave are dammed up, waiting not for force, but for profound attunement. You are cracked open by remembrance and riddled with revelations. This is the place where mere wishing dies and true vision is born.

The 26th brings a potent grace note as Venus sextiles the North Node and trines the South Node at 21°22’…

You find yourself standing outside of time, half-seer, half-farmer, one eye on the stars and the other on the soil. Past and future stream through your hands. You become a keeper of the bones, a midwife of the old dreams needing new breath. Practical, earthy, and salt-of-the-Earth wise, you see through the noise and into the enduring shapes beneath. The work is stubborn, slow, demanding. But for those willing to dig into the tough clay and stay until the spark is struck, miracles gleam like flint hidden deep in rock.

Venus in June does not whisper. She floods. She doesn’t linger politely in doorways—she tears them off their hinges and invites you to dance, to dig, to dazzle, and to drag forth the lost magic sleeping at the root of things. If you let her, she will show you that beauty isn’t a luxury—it’s a reclamation, an uprising, a revolution waged in velvet and fire.

MOVEMENTS OF MARS•••

Mars storms through Leo as June ripens, and on June 10th, he strikes a trine with Chiron at 26°06’…

It’s a strange and dazzling mirror: the outward bravado, the gleaming armor of action and will, hides the shimmering nebula of inner worlds quietly unspooling beneath. You move through the stage play of life with impressive conviction, while elsewhere—beneath the floorboards of consciousness—you are charting star maps no one else can see. The carnival of existence spins wildly around you, a blur of faces and wants and wars, but sooner or later, no matter where you run, you find yourself staring into the face of your own naked soul. The echo chamber tightens. The disguises fray. The only true postponement left is the one that forces you deeper into the reckoning you thought you could outrun.

Five days later, on June 15th, Mars squares Uranus at 28°55’—the ground under your feet trembles, and something ancient in you cracks open like a seed struck by lightning. This is the end of the old road, plain and brutal. You can’t force your way backward, and no familiar signs point forward. Consecration is demanded here: a giving-over of personal will to something vast, wild, and unnamed. It’s terrifying. It’s liberating. The old saga has lost its audience; even you can no longer mouth its lines. What is asked now is surrender to the radical pulse of change. The heart must open where it has been armored. The future must be dreamt not from memory, but from the unformed clay still glistening with possibility.

By June 17th, Mars sheds his golden lion skin and enters the careful, deft domain of Virgo. The muscles tense differently here: the grand sweeps of Leo give way to the intricate weaving of purpose into action, the honing of the blade rather than its flashing.

On June 22nd, Mars in Virgo connects to Jupiter in Cancer at 2°52’, and the work becomes holy...

Painstaking labors ripple across multiple dimensions. You are restringing not just the loom of your own life, but the very strands connecting heaven and earth. Every subtle echo, every half-remembered hum of ancient wisdom, threads itself into your fingertips. Here, Mars is not the warrior—but the craftsman, the weaver, the one who knows that intelligence must be purified, refined, and tuned to an almost impossible pitch if it is to serve the future rightly. Your task is not to win, not to conquer, but to stay in rhythm with a transition that has already begun. To witness, to adjust, to bring yourself into resonance with the music of what is coming.

Mars in June is no longer simply the sword and the roar. He is the hidden navigator, the burning artist, the silent craftsman of worlds invisible to most eyes. If you listen, if you lean in, he’ll show you the shape of courage not as a battle cry, but as a devotion—the steady, sweating, sacred labor of becoming new.