It all started when my mate—a proper, textbook Pisces—got this totally manic look in his eye one Sunday morning. He was going on and on about some forecast he’d just read, saying it nailed exactly what he was feeling that week. I’ve always been super skeptical about all that star sign stuff, you know? But he was so intense about Jonathan Cainer’s write-ups specifically, I finally snapped. I decided I was going to actually track it. Not just glance at it and nod, but full-on journal the darn thing and see if it was legit or just a cleverly worded load of rubbish.
The Deep Dive Into The Archives
My first task was figuring out how to even start this little project. I needed data, right? I went hunting for old Cainer columns, specifically the Pisces ones. Man, that took some digging. I pulled archives from a couple of different places—some were tucked away on news sites, others were on dedicated fan pages. I decided a six-month window would be enough to get a decent feel for the cycle. I didn’t want to mess with daily stuff; that’s way too much noise. I stuck strictly to the weekly forecasts.

I grabbed a fresh notebook—an old spiral-bound one I found shoved in a drawer—and I physically wrote down the key prediction sentences for my Pisces mate every Sunday night. I didn’t just copy the whole thing, I zeroed in on the big themes: money, relationships, a big decision, stuff like that.
Then came the actual labor. Every night that week, I’d make a little note about what happened to him. Did he have a massive fight with his girlfriend? Did his boss suddenly give him more responsibility? Did he just sit around eating crisps and watching telly, completely ignoring the cosmic prompt? I didn’t tell him what I was doing, obviously. I just kept asking him subtle questions—you know, the usual “how was your day” kind of interrogation.
For the first month, it was a total mess. Everything was vague. The prediction would say something like, “You will face a choice that requires deep emotional honesty.” And then he’d spend the entire week trying to decide if he wanted pizza or Chinese takeout. I started thinking, “Okay, this is a waste of time.”
When Things Started To Align (Or Did They?)
About two months in, things started getting weirdly on point. I remember one forecast specifically talked about a hidden financial matter coming to light. The very next day, my mate’s bank called him up because of some weird charge from three months ago he never noticed. Boom. Hit. I wrote “Bullseye” in my notebook, all excited.
But then it went straight back to vagueness. It felt like a one-in-five ratio of true hits. Most of the time, the forecast was just covering life’s basics. Something about “connecting with a loved one” or “taking time for inner reflection.” I mean, who doesn’t do that at some point in a week? That’s when I realized my sample size of one was way too small, and I needed to see what the other readers were saying to complete my little practice.
What The Real Readers Said
My next step was hitting the forums, and this is where the real fun began. I stopped tracking my mate and started diving into comment sections and old archived web discussions about Cainer’s Pisces column specifically. I wanted to see if others were having that same feeling of “it’s either a total miss or a total mind-blow.”
I spent a couple of weekends just wading through thousands of posts on Reddit and some seriously old astrology message boards. What I found was a pattern. It wasn’t about the actual events, it was about the feeling of the events.
I saw these main themes popping up everywhere:
- “It validates how I already feel.” Loads of people said the forecast didn’t predict a new event, but it perfectly described the emotional state they were already in.
- “It gives me permission.” This was a huge one. If the forecast said “Be impulsive this week,” people suddenly felt okay about spending money or quitting a bad habit. It wasn’t a prediction; it was a psychological nudge.
- “Miss, but who cares?” Tons of readers admitted the literal event never happened, but they still loved reading it because it was comforting or inspiring.
The common thread wasn’t accuracy in the sense of a weather report. It was accuracy in the sense of emotional resonance. People were filtering their chaotic week through the lens of a beautifully written, often hopeful little note from Cainer. They were making the forecast fit their lives, not the other way around. My own six months of tracking, with those few “hits,” suddenly made perfect sense. I was looking for literal events, but everyone else was looking for a feeling.
I closed my notebook on my little experiment and realized I had been trying to measure poetry with a ruler. It wasn’t about whether my mate got takeout or pizza; it was about whether he felt like he was facing a “deep emotional choice” in the process. The readers knew the secret all along.

