Man, let me tell you something. I didn’t start tracking Bejan Daruwalla’s Pisces forecast for fun or curiosity. I started it because I was totally screwed, okay? Life had punched me in the face, stolen my wallet, and then asked me for change. I was desperate for some kind of sign, any structured guidance, because my own instincts were clearly broken.
This was maybe two years ago. I had just liquidated the last remnants of my savings after a terrible foray into cryptocurrency mining that went belly up faster than a cheap tent in a hurricane. I was financially gutted and emotionally exhausted. I needed a roadmap, but professional consultants and self-help books just sounded like noise. I needed something simple, something external, something that didn’t rely on my own failing judgment.
I stumbled onto BD’s weekly forecast while scrolling through some random news aggregator. I used to laugh at astrology, the whole idea felt totally hokey. But when you’re broke and sleeping on the couch because your failed business attempts have alienated your family, you stop being so picky about where the advice comes from. I decided to treat this weekly forecast not as entertainment, but as an unforgiving, mandatory project plan for my life.
The Practice: Converting Cosmic Vague Statements into Concrete Tasks
The first thing I did was commit. I grabbed a huge, ugly, physical ledger—the kind old accountants use—and titled the first page “BD Success Tracker – Operation Get My Life Back.” I printed the forecast every Sunday night and forced myself to translate every prediction into an actionable instruction or a strict warning. I needed verbs, not flowery nouns.
- I Grabbed the Vague and Made it Specific. When BD wrote, “This week favors communication breakthroughs, especially early in the week regarding legal matters,” I translated that into: Monday 9 AM to 12 PM: Draft that apology email to the old client. Call the bank about the overdue notice. No exceptions.
- I Assigned Strict Time Blocks. If the forecast warned, “Avoid major financial risks or partnership disputes around mid-week,” I literally blocked out Wednesday and Thursday on my calendar in bright red Sharpie: ABSOLUTELY NO PITCHING, SIGNING, OR DEBATING MONEY. JUST DO DATA ENTRY.
- I Documented Every Outcome Immediately. This step was the most painful, but the most important. I meticulously logged every interaction that fell under the forecast’s guidance. Did I follow the advice to be ‘patient’ on Friday and delay a tough phone call? I recorded the outcome when I finally made the call on Saturday: Result: Client accepted the lower rate. Success metric: Green. Did I ignore the warning on Tuesday and try to strong-arm a vendor? Result: Vendor walked away. Lost the potential gig. Success metric: Flaming Red.
For the first few weeks, my ledger was a mess of red. It wasn’t because the forecast was wrong, but because I kept second-guessing the instructions and overruling the plan. The forecast would tell me to wait, and I’d see an opportunity and jump, convinced I knew better. I didn’t. I kept blowing up easy chances because my internal panic switch was stuck in the ‘ON’ position.
The Discipline and The Real Secret to Success
I maintained this practice for almost eight months. I didn’t stop, primarily because I had nothing else to follow. It became the only structured part of my day. I was literally using an astrological prediction to force discipline onto a chaotic life. It was bizarre, but it worked.
After six months, the sheet started showing more green entries than red. And the revelation finally hit me. The real secret to success wasn’t necessarily in the planetary alignments—though BD seemed freakishly accurate about energy flows—it was the external, non-negotiable structure the forecast imposed on my highly impulsive behavior.
Bejan Daruwalla’s weekly update wasn’t a magic wand; it was an unpaid, highly effective project manager who didn’t care about my feelings. It forced me to:
- Pre-schedule emotionally taxing tasks when I was mentally prepared.
- Consciously delay high-risk actions until the “timing” felt calmer.
- Avoid mixing money and emotional decisions on designated ‘high-conflict’ days.
The success I started achieving—landing stable freelance work, building up a small emergency cushion again, just generally calming down—wasn’t the universe smiling at me. It was the direct, mechanical consequence of being disciplined enough to follow a strict schedule for nearly a year. Something I was incapable of initiating or maintaining on my own.
So yeah, I still check the forecast. Not because I wear crystal beads, but because that process taught me that sometimes, you need an arbitrary, completely external set of rules to override the frantic, self-sabotaging voice in your own head. That is the only real secret to success I ever learned: find a system, log the results honestly, and follow the damn plan until the discipline becomes habit, regardless of where the plan came from.
