In case you're wondering why I'll never be a cult leader.

Beyond that being objectively wrong, and my having a very autistic understanding of the concepts of truth and justice...

Everyone's always pointed to my Libra stellium between my 2nd and 3rd houses, with Jupiter in the 3rd house party but with one toe over the line at the 1st degree of Scorpio, 20 degrees away from my moon in the 4th house, not to mention the Leo Ascending, and Sun and Mercury in Gemini in my 10th house, to explain why I am what/who I am. Communication and community building is kinda my fate. And you'd think this would make me the most beloved person ever, with so many strong, positive placements. But in reality? Everyone hates me. Neurotypicals hate how my brain works, jealous 304's hate my creativity and influence. People will love me for my kindness and integrity one day, and believe the worst things they hear about me the next. I've literally survived death curses. And it wasn't any TikTok witches casting them.

I've always been a mirror, by the way. It's that whole natal moon in Scorpio thing. You're always going to see yourself reflected in me, whether that's your strengths or your weaknesses. Which means I get blamed for the things other people are ashamed of about themselves. And others believe the slander because they see their own guilt in me, too. I'd love it if people would come to me with what they hear, and not believe it until they hear it directly from me... but they never will, because again, mirror, it's too easy to just believe the rumors and scapegoat me.

And you have to put up with Gal Gadot "acting" into you...

Thanks to tonight's new moon in the later degrees of Taurus, and an astrologer's urging to compare tonight's heavy player, the fixed star Algol (you may know her as Medusa or Maa Kali), to where she's located in your birth chart. So, I load my birth chart up, and zoom in on the 26th degree of Taurus, where Algol hangs out...

And Chiron, the Wounded Healer, is ope, just sliding past her, uncomfortably touching butts as they squeeze past each other, as you do in the best of tight circumstances, butt (heh) being a centaur makes that extra hard... yeah, bro's at the 24th degree. And they're both in my 10th house, the one that rules career and public perception.

I'm laughing and not raging only because the image of Chiron squeezing past Medusa while apologizing profusely and trying to avert his eyes is pretty funny.

But that would be why I'm either slandered, stolen from, or passed over or all of the above at every single turn. Including some very specific instances.

This would also be why my Chiron return in July is so intimidating, heh. It's not just Chiron.

And when it comes to how to innovate my way out of this... I'm going to have to figure out how to make that natal Mercury retrograde making speedy boi run away from my natal Gemini sun and towards my awkwardly butt-touching doom bringers in Taurus work for me. Something tells me a blog where I write under a personal brand, and not my own name, is going to help with that.