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Venus in Pisces: Conjunctions to the NN & Saturn| April 22-25, 2025

On April 22–23, 2025, Venus drifts into a fated embrace with the North Node at 27° Pisces, and the air thickens with the scent of forgotten dreams and half-remembered vows…

This isn’t love as we’ve known it—this is soul retrieval dressed in seafoam and longing, a magnetic pull toward the parts of ourselves we’ve left circling in spiritual holding patterns.

The beauty here lies not in perfection, but in perception: how we hold the ache, how we see the loop, and whether we’re willing to rewrite the dream instead of reenacting the myth.

Just days later, on April 25, Venus wades deeper into the mystery, conjuncting Saturn at 28° Pisces.

Here, the glamour gets stripped bare.

The goddess loses her laurels and gains a haunted kind of grace…

This is the underbelly of devotion—the part where you get kicked out of the temple and told to find God in the gutter.

It’s not punishment. It’s purification.

Venus meets Saturn not to freeze, but to feel the ache that humbles, to touch the aching root beneath beauty, and to surrender—fully, wildly—to the school of spirit disguised as mischief, mess, and magic…

Allow me to explain further—

If Venus were a woman—and she most certainly is—then in Pisces, she’s a barefoot mystic dressed in sequins and shadows, weeping at the beauty of a dying starfish. She’s the one whispering poetry into conch shells and calling it a love letter. She doesn’t walk—she glides. But this week, she doesn’t just glide—she submerges.

On April 22 and 23, when Venus meets the North Node at 27° Pisces, the waters shimmer with a kind of fated ache. This is the kind of aspect that doesn’t ask what you want—it asks what your soul signed up for before your body was given a name.

You might find yourself revisiting love stories that never made it to the final chapter, or dreams that dissolved in someone else’s hands. There’s a trance here—a regressive loop looping back one final time to ask: Are you still dreaming the same dream? Or have you changed enough to dream it better?

Because this isn’t just a loop—it’s a Möbius strip of karma and longing. And right now, Venus has her hands pressed against the glass of the subconscious, looking for the version of you who got stuck, who never made it out of that old spell, who chose familiarity over flight. That version wants rescuing.

But here’s the twist: it isn’t rescue that saves them—it’s revision.

It’s seeing the old heartbreak with new eyes.

It’s feeling the ache and not confusing it for failure.

It’s turning back, not to wallow, but to retrieve the part of you who once believed in magic—and who’s been waiting all this time for you to believe again.

Then, just as the air thickens with salt and sacrament, we reach April 25, and Venus slides into Saturn’s lap at 28° Pisces—and baby, it’s no honeymoon…

This is where beauty breaks.

Where the silk slips.

Where you lose the story and find the spine.

Saturn doesn’t want your poems—he wants your presence. And Pisces? She wants your pain turned into prayer.

Venus conjunct Saturn in Pisces is a cosmic come-to-Jesus moment in a thrift store cloakroom…

The illusions collapse, the fairytales fracture, and the glamor loses its gloss.

This is not cruelty—it’s compost.

The goddess of love meets the lord of karma, and together they strip your attachments down to bone and breath. You might feel abandoned, ousted from the kingdom of specialness, dumped in the alley behind the divine.

But you’re not being punished.

You’re being invited—to go deeper than aesthetics, to love what’s real, to see that true beauty is what remains after the delusion dissolves.

And oh, what remains…

Beneath the trance, the ache, the sticky sentimentalism and spiritual bypass, there is something wild and clean waiting. It doesn’t beg. It doesn’t explain. It just is. And you? You’ll only meet it when you stop looking to be adored and start remembering how to adore the world again—broken as it is, whole as it’s always been.

This is a week of sacred rupture and redemptive recovery. Of losing your footing and finding your soul. Of kissing the last illusion goodbye and watching, in the ripple that follows, the return of your truest longing—clear-eyed and trembling, but finally free to begin.

Because when Venus dreams with the North Node, she remembers what love was always meant to become.

And when she kneels before Saturn, she learns how to carry it.

With both hands.

And a wide open heart…

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Here is a zodiacal breakdown of this exquisite Venus/NN/Saturn symphony in Pisces… each sign’s perspective swims through the mythic waters of release, retrieval, and rededication—