The New Codes of Love Are Here
It is prime time for seeding.
Dear Beloveds,
As a Virgoan whose sun, Venus, and midheaven sit unceremoniously at 0° in the constellation of Virgo, crowned by the fixed royal star of Regulus, the past few weeks have felt like a threshold of no return. I am still in the belly of Sekhmet, undergoing her fire of further transformation. 0° degrees means 0° degrees. It means no eaoic loop is left untouched by smouldering fire. Sekhmet made sure of it.
The ecliptic corridor brought with it an unexpected gift: a gift of love.
A gift I had prayed for since the end of my previous marriage in 2012.
It took me thirteen years — the number of the Goddess — to finally allow myself to fall in love again. Thirteen years of blood, sweat, and tears, of raising two neurodivergent children in a world hostile to vulnerability, especially to women and children. Thirteen years of failed attempts, of recognising at last that since I was the common denominator, I must be the problem. And I was right. That recognition was my first stroke of genius.
I wanted love at any cost, and the Universe obliged. What I received was not easy romance but a crucible. I had to learn that the price of love is not “deserving” it, but becoming capable of receiving it, holding it, containing it, and reciprocating it.
The truth is: there is no greater fear than the fear of love. Systems have taught us to prize separateness, independence, and accumulation — all the while stoking suspicion of intimacy, dependence, and surrender. Love threatens these structures. To love is to need nothing but presence, and so entire empires have been built on the fear of intimacy, the fear of sacred union.
Because it is easier to kill when you do not love. To stop seeing another as human, you must amputate your own humanity. They must kill the essence of the Divine Mother within you.
This is why we are struggling in relationships: because we are fragmented by fear, terrified of love itself. We are walking shards of our true selves.
My own journey through this labyrinth was long. Along the way I became a certified sex and relationship therapist, an oracular astrologer, a teacher of metaphysics and alchemy, a seeker through plant medicines. And one day, in the silence of my temple, I heard a voice I can only call God say:
“It took you this long to fall in love with Me.”
And I cried, because I realised I had built fortress after fortress within myself to keep out the very thing I had been longing for. When all love wanted was to sit in my heart and give me peace.
Now, in 2025, I can finally say: I have found the capacity to love unconditionally.
Love for myself.
Love for the God-self.
Love for all creation.
Love for my enemy, both within and without.
Love for Love itself.
And as the Sun shines in Libra beside Mercury, as Venus struggles in her fall in Virgo — the sign of Esset (Isis) — and as Mars in Scorpio squares Pluto in Aquarius, I see it clearly: the new codes of relating have dawned.
In the Temple of Abydos.
In the Temple of Abydos, I was able to connect all the dots, that connected my lineage. My ancestors were heard and seen. They honoured my return. And in turn, I honoured their call to stand powerfully into my purpose.
The Transmission of the Codes
It is time. Time for love—the only force that can free us. And yet, love cannot grow in captivity. It needs freedom: freedom to love, freedom to be love, freedom to dissolve every mask we’ve learned to wear.
We live under Libra’s scales, the season of union and balance, yet our relationships remain anything but balanced. And now Mars, plunging into Scorpio, cuts through the illusions we have been rehearsing. It arrives like a blade, merciless in its clarity. No performance can endure its gaze.
So much of what we have called “love” has been theatre. Scripts handed down from capitalism and Disney, dressed up as romance. Instagram smiles, hollow hashtags, curated intimacy. A pantomime of devotion. But performance is not love. Survival disguised as partnership is not love.
And how could we have known true love, when all we were ever shown was the diluted version? We were fed trauma soup—wounds reheated and recycled across generations—then told to call it love. Yet somewhere deep within, the soul remembers. It remembers the primordial fire: the love that births universes, the love that dissolves the illusion of separateness, the love that teaches compassion not through ease, but through the crucible.
Rumi whispered it centuries ago: “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” That is the work of this moment. To dismantle the fortresses erected to shield the ego from intimacy. To lay bare the heart so that wholeness, completion, union may finally enter.
The world fractures because love has struggled to take root through our fear. But something has shifted. The new codes have landed. They arrive like seeds blown in on cosmic winds, seeking soil in the depths of our being. They are not abstract ideals; they are instructions for embodiment. They are asking to be lived.
For those entering new relationships now, you are stepping into this crucible. You are setting the new paradigm into action. Nothing but unconditional love will help you survive the next stage of evolution. This is not the airy fantasy of romance novels; this is love as alchemy, forged in fire. It will burn away manipulation, poor communication, disconnection. It will demand your wholeness, your transparency, your surrender.
Harmony, you will learn, is not the absence of conflict. It is the absence of the need to be right, the absence of the illusion that separateness is real. None of us are separate. And those you find yourself in greatest conflict with are often the very souls you are most bound to.
Prepare, then, to upgrade your understanding of love. The childish version that seemed effortless will no longer hold. Love is not effortless; it is the hardest and most sacred labour of the soul. Nor will it ever be something you can outsource to AI or to systems built to numb.
This is a cosmic mission. We are weaving love not just between two individuals, but with the ancestors, across time, space, and dimensions. As above, so below. Love is not bound to earth; it is a law of the cosmos. And as the dark forces sharpen their weapons of fear, so too must we sharpen our capacity for love. Fierce, relentless, uncompromising love.
I shall be writing again soon to tell you what I’m going to do next to seed these seeds in true Virgoan style. The process of complete purification (0° really did mean 0°) requires that I create equally pure containers that will hold the depth of the alchemy I’m being trusted to hold for others.
In the meantime, I send you my love and light and service in honour of your highest becoming.
Venus
xo
