Mercury Retrograde is a Scapegoat: Confronting the Alchemical Rot in Your Own Shadow
Your phone glitches. A contract falls through. An ex crawls back from the astral woodwork, sliding into your messages like a resurrected ghost. A flight is delayed. An email is sent to the wrong person, unraveling a carefully spun web of social diplomacy. And what do you do? You look up. You point a trembling, accusatory finger at a rock spinning backward in the sky. Mercury Retrograde. The ultimate celestial scapegoat. It is comfortable, isn't it? Blaming the cosmos. It absolves you. It allows you to safely ignore the festering, stagnant energy pooling in your own auric field. It provides a convenient, socially acceptable excuse for the absolute chaos that you, yourself, have woven. But true practitioners know the bitter, unfiltered reality: the planets do not cause your chaos. They do not care about your text messages. They merely illuminate the rot you have been desperately, exhaustingly trying to hide. The Bastardization of Hermeticism To understand why this planetary s...