Eyes on the Stars Weekly Vibes — June 25th 2025
A myth woven from soil, truth, and the ancient orchard that lives beneath all human lies.
Eyes on the Stars Weekly Vibes — June 25th 2025 - Introduction
This week, I've chosen to write something different, focusing on the New Moon, and I've decided to write in Fable — enchanting stories.
A myth woven from soil, truth, and the ancient Orchard that lives beneath all human lies.
My stories may raise some eyebrows and touch others in ways I cannot predict — this is no longer my concern. I must write what lives in my heart, for it is the frequency that now speaks through me. Some will like it, others won’t. So it is. I no longer care for opinions — they have never taken me anywhere worth staying. Over time, I’ve learned that not all eyes see, and not all hearts express gratitude. And since this is free for whoever chooses to read, I have no loyalty to honour except my own.
Wednesday, June 25th, the Moon returns to her Orchard — to the deep house of Cancer, where roots remember and secrets ferment — I find myself called to reflect on natural law.
Our world has grown thin, shameless, and driven by lust and greed.
Too many take from the Orchard and forget to water its roots.
Too many gorge on the grain of plenty while others bow at the feet of dust.
Too many think they can outwit the law of the Orchard, the soul, the root, the truth.
And for a very long time, they have succeeded, while many worshipped their glory and shaped themselves by their reflections.
But the Orchard does not forget. The soul does not sleep forever.
Natural law — the ancient law that breathes beneath courts, beneath coins, beneath even the whispered prayers — waits patiently for its season.
And as we stand at its gate currently.
It is time to call the soul back into the body of this world.
It is time to call the Orchard back to bloom, even if the bloom splits rotten trunks wide open.
It is time for those of us who keep our hearts clean — who remember what is sacred — to hold steady as the truth rises.
It will not be pretty. But it will be honest.
And that honesty will free what has been hoarded in shadow.
May this Moon, this Orchard, this return of ancient justice remind us:
What is right must stand.
What is wrong must fall.
What is stolen must feed the roots.
And what is true must rise, unashamed.
Let's begin through the enchanted eyes of the current astrology, Fable and myth-
New Moon in Cancer — June 25th 2025
Fables for the Collective:
Under the Orchard Moon + The Fairy Queen’s Lost Gold
8:28pm AEST | Mercury at 28° Cancer — words become roots
Allow your imagination to journey into the mythical land of story… where everything holds a greater truth, that can be heard by the heart and soul.
"Under the Orchard Moon"
There is a night in the middle of this long human year
When the Orchard breathes deeper than ever before.
On this night, the Moon roots herself in her home sign — Cancer at 4°.
The Sun warms the Orchard beside her, also at 4°.
And Jupiter, the great benevolent scribe, sits at 3° in Cancer,
holding a scroll written in lost languages:
The Orchard’s record of promises, betrayals, and unpaid debts —
debts forgotten by men, but never by the roots beneath their houses.
In the Orchard of the world, a thousand hidden seeds lie sleeping- buried secrets, unpaid promises, blessings stolen and hoarded.
For lifetimes, these seeds slept beneath courtrooms, vaults, and unspoken words.
Now the Orchard’s boughs hang heavy: secrets ripened like unpicked fruit.
Promises whispered in shadows, gold hidden beneath false floors,
blessings betrayed by sweet lies.
For centuries, the Orchard has waited.
Tonight, it remembers its keepers — and calls the thieves home to answer.
Far across the Orchard, a restless god stands at 1° Aries.
His name is Saturn — the Keeper of Consequences.
Beside him drifts Neptune — the Dreamer — also at 2° Aries.
Together, they hang a single lantern at the orchard gate:
“Make real what was dreamt.
Make fair what was cheated.
Bring structure to the vow.”
Among the Orchard’s garden walls hum two unlikely gatekeepers:
Venus at 19° Taurus, the soft bringer of beauty and rightful wealth —
She gathers sweetness and love owed to those who tended the roots.
And Uranus at 29° Taurus — the sudden spark at the final degree,
The last heartbeat of the Orchard’s locked vault.
He rattles old safes and cracks secrets open with thunder:
“Release it now, or lose it forever.”
Deep underground, Pluto at 3° Aquarius, retrograde, prowls like a ghost
tracing old betrayals buried in the Orchard’s soil.
Above him, a Yod — the Finger of the Divine — points sharply:
Mars at 4° Virgo (the Orchard’s sharp shovel)
and Jupiter in Cancer (the Orchard’s moral scribe)
Squeeze Pluto’s door until the roots spit up the rot.
Nothing buried stays hidden tonight.
Above it all, the North Node in Pisces whispers:
“Dissolve the illusion.
Return the soul to its rightful current.”
The South Node in Virgo cautions:
“Stop overthinking
Trust the Orchard’s law instead.”
So the Fable says to the people:
This is the night the Orchard reclaims its truth.
What was stolen grows too big to hide.
What was betrayed returns as fruit — or as ruin for the thief.
This is not punishment. It is balanced.
Stand still under the Orchard’s Moon.
Speak no more lies to yourself or others.
Let the roots bring you what is rightfully yours —
And take back what was never yours to hold.
The Orchard loves its keepers,
But devours its thieves.
So it was.
So it is.
So it shall be — under the Moon of the Restored Orchard.
“The Fable of the Fairy Queen’s Lost Gold”
Once, when the world still remembered that every tree's roots are deeper than any lie,
There lived a Queen who carried the Orchard inside her chest.
Where she walked, horses grew strong, harvests swelled sweet,
and coins in vaults glittered brighter than before.
Her laughter was the sunlight on the Orchard’s leaves —
Her forgiveness, the rain that made kings prosper.
A mortal man, cunning and honey-tongued, saw the Orchard and wanted it for himself.
He bent his knee, wove soft vows, pressed lips to her hair.
Under moonlit branches, he whispered:
“Yours is mine. Mine is yours.
What gold you spin, I protect.
What fruit you tend, I harvest with you — forever.”
But forever is a fragile word on a forked tongue.
When the Queen was most soft, when her roots tangled deep in trust —
The man carved a hidden path through the Orchard.
He slipped silver into secret vaults.
He bottled her light in his pockets.
He forged paper promises in mortal courts, so if she cried foul, the Orchard would stand silent, bound by human ink.
And when his bag was full, he fled —
Leaving the Orchard Queen bare under winter stars,
while he paraded her golden apples in another’s arms.
There is an Old Irish Folk Law That States:- (This is true, you can research it, the Irish believe the folk law, and I do too, it's all a matter of time)
“Who tricks the Fairy Queen, who steals the Orchard’s hidden gold,
Plants rot in his own house.
The Orchard does not rage — it waits.
Roots remember what men forget.”
As he drank her light, so did his thirst deepen.
As he lied to new lips, so did his luck sour.
What once bloomed turned worm.
What once clothed him in velvet grew moths at the seams.
The Orchard’s roots crept beneath his floorboards, whispering:
“Return what you took.
Or lose it in pieces — money, crown, health, name.
No fortress holds stolen orchard gold forever.”
The Queen’s Blessing
The Fairy Queen, meanwhile, sat alone in her hollow Orchard,
learning the oldest truth:
Forgiveness is not pity.
Mercy is not forgetfulness.
A true Queen reclaims the Orchard by standing still —
while the roots pull back every coin, every horse, every breath of sunlight she lent.
She rose, crowned only in her own name, and whispered into the Orchard’s boughs:
“I forgive the thief his trespass.
But the roots forgive nothing.
What was stolen feeds me now — or devours him until balance is true.”
And the Orchard bloomed again — iron-strong, guarded by moonlight and vow.
Moral of the Fable
The Orchard is the Earth/ Our Soul. Our Earth. Our collective responsibility is to feed her, and for her to feed us. We don't steal her vitality to hoard it all for personal gain while she suffers, draining her health and strength. Without her, we are nothing and have nothing. Part of the Earth consists of the people, the animals, the vegetation, and the care we provide or neglect we impose upon her, which must come to light. Without respect for her, we cannot respect ourselves. Does the Earth mean more than on our wallets?
“Steal from the Fairy Queen, and you borrow luck on poisoned credit.
Trick the Orchard, her heart, the curse will remain, and your house and your soul will carry the pain until you pay back the roots—stone by stone, child by child, coin by coin.
Only full restitution softens the curse.
Only truth returns the Orchard’s blessing.
So it was. So it is. So it shall be.”
Quotes to Weave Alongside
1. “What was taken in deceit returns as rot or restitution.”
2. “Roots remember what mortal ink tries to silence.”
3. “To betray the orchard is to mortgage your soul to its roots.”
4. “The Fairy Queen forgives — but the orchard never forgets.”
Collective Ritual
On the night of Wednesday, June 25th 2025, step outside — stand by a tree, a plant, or place your hands on a bowl of living soil.
Whisper: “What was mine returns to me. What was stolen feeds my roots now. I stand forgiven by Orchard. So it is.”
Light one candle if you wish. No begging, no fear.
Let Orchard do the rest.
May this New Moon feed you deeply.
My Closing Notes -
To those who believe they can take —
and take — and take again, unseen by Orchard and untouched by the old law: you are mistaken.
Natural law is not a court that can be bribed, nor a contract that can be reneged on or shredded.
It lives in the marrow of this earth.
It moves like sap beneath bark — patient, unstoppable, incorruptible.
The soul always pays the price.
The law of Counting Coup (Native American Quote)—
The ancient practice of striking truth without needless bloodshed does not sleep.
It waits.
It counts.
It strikes at the hidden hour.
What was taken by cunning returns as ruin or restitution.
What was stolen under the night’s cloak blooms in the open daylight of truth.
It is hard for the honest to stomach the spectacle of lies prospering —
But The Heart Knows. The orchard /The Soul knows. The True Intelligence Knows.
The soul remembers that what was wrong will be made right.
And may our eyes live long enough to see that light pierce every shadow, once and for all.
So remember: Keep your Feet in Orchard —
Your Heart Sovereign. And Your Soul Free and Untangled.
Let us remember who we are.
Let us remember what this soil owes back to the soul.
Truth is rising — let it rise.
Greed will fall — it must.
It is Natural Law:
What is stolen must be balanced and returned.
This is pure Alchemy — but first, the crumbling must come.
And that is what we are witnessing now.
So do not fear the ruin — prepare your heart to see the thieves revealed, exposed, laid bare.
This passage has only just begun.
We have much more time to watch and feel as these next years peel back the curtains on centuries of hidden rot.
The Age of Aquarius.
The patterns of the old cannot and will not continue. It's simply a matter of time, and all will eventually come undone.
We are far too awake — far too intelligent — to be gaslit into believing all the forked-tongue lies ever again.
So be it. So it is. So it shall be.
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Happy New Moon Seeding.
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Below is some further research on Alchemical Texts and known mythic Folk Laws—not fantasy.
Celtic & European Fairy Lore: The Theft of Fairy Gold
In Celtic folklore — predominantly Irish, Scottish and Breton tales — it is well attested that:
To steal from the Sidhe (the fairy folk) is to invite a curse that ruins your house until restitution is made.
Common motifs:
Humans who steal fairy gold or a fairy bride always find that wealth rots: crops fail, cattle die, and heirs fall sick.
The only cure: return what was stolen or win back the fairy’s blessing with a true act of contrition or restitution.
Example:
In the old Irish stories, a farmer who stole a pot of fairy gold found his fields turned barren — each new coin he spent returned tenfold in debt and misfortune. The tale ends only when he begs the fairy queen of the mound for forgiveness and offers a token back: fresh milk, a share of the harvest, and a public confession.
The Fairy Bride Myth:
A classic fable is the “Fairy Wife” or “Swan Maiden” tale, told in countless cultures:
A mortal man tricks a fairy or swan maiden into marriage by hiding her magic garment (her wings or cloak).
He gains prosperity as long as she stays.
When she finds her wings again (truth, freedom), she leaves — and the man’s fortune collapses immediately.
The loss is not just material: he is fated to wander or die sorrowful unless he releases her fully and sometimes makes offerings at her sacred place.
Symbolically:
This is the vow: To bind or exploit a fairy queen is to borrow luck on credit. It must be paid back or fate collects with interest.
Alchemical Parallel: The Green Lion
In Hermetic alchemy, the Green Lion is an ancient symbol of nature’s raw power and the uncorrupted prima materia. Some texts say:
“He who tries to devour the Green Lion unprepared is devoured in return.”
The fairy queen archetype and the Green Lion overlap: she is the raw life force that feeds kingdoms. If you extract her gold but do not honour the living source, the gold turns to poison in your vault.
Paracelsus and later alchemists wrote in veiled language about the stolen green gold — an echo of this same law:
Energy taken without true alchemical marriage always destroys the thief in the end.
Literary Echo: Yeats & Fairy Wrongs
The poet W.B. Yeats, deeply versed in Irish fairy tradition, wrote in his essays that:
“A man may gain the fairy’s coin, but must lose his mind or home until a fairy charm undoes the wrong.”
He tells how families whose ancestors had offended the fairy host would find themselves unable to hold onto wealth: generations would taste prosperity, but it would slip through their fingers until someone made peace with the fairy mound through an act of reverence.