🔥 Why Everyone's a Raging Dumpster Fire Right Now: A Witch’s Guide to the Current Cosmic Chaos

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🔥 Why Everyone's a Raging Dumpster Fire Right Now: A Witch’s Guide to the Current Cosmic Chaos

Seriously, it’s not just you.

You know how you’ve been snapping at your barista for blinking too loudly? Or how you’ve had approximately zero patience for your neighbor, your inbox, or the fact that the moon still rises every night like it owns the place?

Yeah. Same.

Here’s the deal, witches, warlocks, and weary soul-havers—there’s a metaphysical reason for all of it. The sky is throwing a full-on temper tantrum right now, and we’re the emotional piñatas getting whacked.

Let me break it down for you, blunt truth style:

🌕 The Full Thunder Moon in Capricorn (July 10)

This moon is like a spiritual HR meeting. It drags out all your goals, insecurities, and unhealed capitalism wounds and asks, “So where are you really going with your life?”
It’s about structure, stability, and responsibility—so if you’ve been free-floating in your magical practice or mundane life, this moon shoved you into your emotional inbox and hit “select all.”

You feel tense? Heavy? Kind of like screaming into a void while wearing adult pants? Blame Capricorn.

☿ Mercury Retrograde Incoming (July 17 – August 11)

Start pre-screaming now. Mercury’s about to moonwalk backwards through Leo. That means drama, tech malfunctions, miscommunication, and your ex texting you "hey."
In Leo, it’s extra theatrical—think soap opera, not documentary.

You’re not overreacting. You’re reacting retrograde-style.

♄ Saturn Retrograde in Pisces (Starts July 13)

Saturn is the universe’s strict dad, and when he goes retrograde, you’re suddenly under curfew again. Pisces is dreamy and spiritual. Mix them? You start questioning everything: your spiritual path, your faith, your self-worth, and whether you’re “doing enough.”
Spoiler: you are. But Saturn doesn’t care. He’s here to make you feel like you’re failing so you rebuild stronger.

♅ Uranus in Gemini (Since July 7)

This one’s a doozy. Uranus is the chaotic rebel yelling “revolution!” and Gemini is already juggling 13 tabs open in their brain. Together, they blow up how we communicate, learn, and connect.
Expect wild revelations, brain fog, tech collapses, and people arguing just to argue.

Conversations are gonna feel like trying to meditate on a rollercoaster with a megaphone in your ear. You’ve been warned.

🌀 Neptune Retrograde in Aries (Ongoing)

Neptune rules dreams. Aries rules action. So when Neptune backpedals here, we’re all squinting at our life goals like, “Wait… is this real or just a very well-filtered fever dream?”
Delusion lifts. Illusion burns off. It’s uncomfortable, but necessary.

💀 Why You're Moody as Hell

Because you’re being:

  • Emotionally audited (Moon in Capricorn)

  • Repeatedly interrupted (Uranus in Gemini)

  • Spiritually gaslit (Neptune Rx)

  • Time-looped through your own mistakes (Saturn Rx)

  • And communication-blocked (Mercury Rx incoming)

It’s like a group project in Hell and everyone thinks you’re the team leader.

🧹 What to Do About It

This is where you stop screaming into the void and start working the energy:

🧂 Cleanse Everything

House, altar, social media feed. Hit that metaphysical refresh button.

🪨 Ground Like You Mean It

Dirt. Stone. Ocean. Root chakra screaming “help me” vibes.

🪞Wards Up, Mouth Shut

Protect your peace. Not every fight is yours. Not every message needs a reply. Sometimes silence is the hex.

🔥 Burn Something (Safely)

Write what’s pissing you off. Burn it. Yell at the flame. Offer it to the spirits. Let it go.

🗝️ Recommit to the Craft

Pick one thing—tarot pulls, ancestor prayers, knot magic—and do it with consistency. Saturn demands it.

Final Word from the Ether

You’re not broken. The world’s just glitching hard.
You’re not lazy. You’re recalibrating.
You’re not alone. You’re aligned with the storm.

Keep your feet on the ground and your wards like iron, darlings. This storm will pass—but it’s gonna be loud as hell until it does.

Want a spell to help ride this out?
Drop a comment. I’ve got a few scorched-earth specials in my back pocket.

🗝️🔥🕷️
Sage McIntire, Burnt Sage & Blunt Truths


Comments

  1. Laugh. It's Life in ProgressJuly 13, 2025 at 7:24 AM

    Boy howdy! This explains it, can we build a blanket fort and hide out for awhile instead?

    ReplyDelete

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