This is the End of the Status Quo

This upcoming solar eclipse is hitting the United States chart. Specifically, it is bang on America’s Moon.
And that matters.
That matters to us.

Because the Moon is we the people.

Not the sovereigns that rule over us.
Not the institutions that run everything.
Not the figureheads that jabber on all day on the news.

We the people.

Who we are.
How we feel.
What we tolerate, or don’t.
What we emotionally carry on behalf of the state.

And eclipses don’t gently suggest change like some gentle-parenting program.

They end things.
With a hard slap to the face.

This eclipse says it quite plainly:

Where we are traveling from is not where we’re going.
Who we’ve been as a people is no longer sustainable.
The status quo is finished.

The truth is being revealed—has been for years, even—but only a few had the eyes to see.

Chaos is coming.
Not because it’s summoned, but because it’s overdue.

America’s people have become the scapegoats.

When a solar eclipse hits a nation’s Moon, the people can no longer absorb the emotional cost of the entire system.

This isn’t ideology.
This isn’t opinion.

This is somatic memory.

The body rejects what it can no longer hold. Whether that’s a few, or many.

Mood shifts.
Tolerance collapses.
Compliance erodes.

The collective says enough, even if it can’t yet articulate what comes next.

And with the Moon in Aquarius, there’s a freezing out of emotional reactivity. An attempt to step back, observe, and look at things logically and methodically.

That’s what this eclipse does.

It severs emotional allegiance.

Now layer this on the current office.

This same solar eclipse is hitting Donald Trump almost exactly on his Descendant.

The Descendant is not identity.

It’s agreements.
Contracts.
Negotiations.
Open enemies.
Who you are bound to, and who stands across from you.

Eclipses on the Descendant don’t stay private.

They surface deals.
They fracture alliances.
They expose negotiations that relied on shadow and silence.

This is not about personality or spectacle.

This is about power dynamics being dragged into the open.

Here’s the part that can’t be ignored.

In the American birth chart, the Moon represents the people.
And that Moon is also on Trump’s Descendant.

Which means we the people are not passive observers in this moment.

We are the counterweight.
The opposing force.
The mirror.
The pressure point.

This is not symbolic fluff.

This is angular, mundane astrology.

It describes a moment where public sentiment becomes adversarial—where the emotional body of the nation directly confronts leadership through exposure, refusal, and disruption.

As if that weren’t enough, this eclipse is square to Uranus.

Uranus doesn’t negotiate.
It shocks.
It destabilizes.
It bypasses authority.

And we are approaching the United States’ Uranus return in the next few years. An event that happens roughly every 84 years.

Systemic reckoning.

A Uranus return doesn’t ask whether a system wants to change.

It asks whether it deserves to survive.

Let’s be clear.

Chaos isn’t being invited to the party.
It’s being uncovered.

Eclipses remove light so we can see what’s been operating underneath.

This is the end of pretending.
The end of inherited myths.
The end of emotional labor performed by the people to uphold structures that no longer serve them.

We are not who we were.
They are not as protected as they believed.
And where we are going will not look like where we’ve been.

This is Exile Astrology.

I’m not here to soothe or smooth over the roughness of current events.
Not here to pacify with the pacifists or placate anyone.

I’m here to name what is,
so we can recognize what comes after.

To be very clear:
I am not calling for violence.

I am saying that we have choices to make in the coming days, months, and years.
For ourselves,
our loved ones,
our unborn,
and our young.

When extremists get the microphone. And yes, I’m calling out liberals just as much as conservatives. No one wins.

This pendulum isn’t just swinging.
It’s being kicked, hard, by forces most people aren’t even looking at.
It’s spinning on its axis.

Finding the truth means putting our own ego aside long enough to be humbled into real thought.

There’s a word for this.
People on both ends of the spectrum keep throwing it around.

But they haven’t been listening.

Discernment.

We have little information.
And what we do have is carefully curated. What they want us to see.

So if chaos isn’t the end goal,
what is?

Will people cry out for a savior as the powers that be seemingly want us to do?
Or will we save ourselves?