Man, I remember hearing whispers about Saturn moving into Pisces a while back. Honestly, I didn’t pay much mind to it at first. Sounded like just another cosmic event, you know? Like, “Oh, another planet moving, great, what’s new?” My head was buried deep in other stuff then, real-world problems and daily grind, like most of us are.
But then, without me really noticing it at first, things started feeling… different. Not like a sudden jolt, but more like a slow, thick fog rolling in, real gradual. I began picking up on this weird, subtle shift in how I looked at things, especially about stuff I used to be so absolutely sure of. This was around, well, the past year or so, when the chatter started to pick up steam.
I recall this period pretty vividly now. I was trying to launch this little side project, something I’d been dreaming about for ages. I had all these grand visions, real airy-fairy stuff, you know? Like a castle in the sky. And I just kept hitting walls. Not external ones, necessarily, not like bureaucratic red tape or anything tangible like that. It was more like internal ones. Like my own motivation would just… dissolve. Or the clear path forward, which I always prided myself on finding, would get super blurry. I felt totally adrift, questioning everything I thought I knew about getting things done.
This went on for months. I’d try to nail down a schedule, a solid plan, like I always do. My whole life, I’ve been a planner, a list-maker. But it felt like trying to grab smoke. Every single time I thought I had a clear direction, something would shift inside me, or the external landscape would morph just enough, and I’d be right back to square one, feeling utterly lost in the woods. I started keeping this messy, scribbled notebook, not for plans, but just jotting down feelings, trying to make some kind of sense of why I couldn’t just do things the way I used to, the way I always had.
My usual logical, structured approach, my tried and true methods, they just weren’t cutting it anymore. It was through this deep, murky experience of feeling directionless and genuinely confused that I started looking into what the heck was actually going on. My usual tools were failing me. And that’s when I stumbled back onto those whispers about Saturn being in Pisces. And suddenly, it wasn’t just whispers anymore; it just clicked, like a missing piece of a puzzle.
My Journey Through the Fog
It wasn’t some kind of punishment, I realized. What I was going through wasn’t a sign I was failing. It was like the universe, or whatever you want to call it, was telling me, “Hey, buddy, those grand illusions? Those ungrounded dreams? Those castles in the sky with no foundations? Time to bring ’em down to earth, or let ’em go.” Saturn, that tough old teacher, that reality check planet, was asking me to get real about my ideals, to find structure in the mist, to actually commit to something concrete even when the path wasn’t perfectly clear or laid out.
My “practice” during that time, and what I ended up recording in my messy notebook, became about really listening to that inner fuzziness. Instead of fighting it, instead of trying to force clarity, I started to just observe it. I forced myself to simplify everything, to pick one tiny, almost invisible thread in the thick fog and just follow that, even if I couldn’t see the whole tapestry, or even the next few steps.
I learned to accept the confusion, to sit with it, to not panic. It wasn’t about having all the answers right away. It was about finding a little foothold in the fluidity, like trying to build a solid sandcastle that could still stand strong when the tide slowly, but surely, came rolling in. I started being brutally honest with myself about what was truly sustainable in my dreams and aspirations, and what was just plain wishful thinking or fantasy.
This process was slow, man, agonizingly slow at times. There were days I wanted to throw the whole notebook across the room. But I kept at it, kept observing, kept trying to discern the subtle shifts. And that’s when things, very slowly, started to shift. The fog didn’t lift completely, not like the sun bursting through. But I found ways to navigate through it. I started solidifying some small, actionable steps that actually aligned with my true, deeper values, not just my fleeting fantasies or what I thought I “should” be doing. It was humbling, difficult work, forcing me to confront what truly mattered versus what I just wished would happen.
So, how’s it affecting you, you might ask? Well, if you’ve been feeling that same kind of drift, that dissolution of old boundaries, that challenge to your established beliefs or your grand visions, especially if they feel a bit unmoored and lacking solid ground lately, then you’re probably feeling it too. It’s that subtle, persistent call to bring structure to your spiritual side, to ground your dreams in some reality, or to face the uncomfortable truths that lie just beneath the surface, the ones you might have been avoiding. It’s not about escaping the fog; it’s about learning how to walk through it with intention and purpose. It’s about figuring out what really lasts and holds true when everything else around you feels like it’s washing away.
