Venus Conjunct Saturn in Pisces – April 24, 2025
Because it’s not just Venus and Saturn.
It’s your deepest longing sitting across the table from your oldest fear. It’s the ache to be met… paired with the cold truth of what hasn’t been. It’s the softness of Venus saying, “Please hold me,” while Saturn answers, “But will you still be here when it hurts?”
And it’s all happening in Pisces. The last sign. The undoing. The floodplain.
This isn’t an easy kind of hard. This is the kind of hard that’s cosmic and cellular. The kind that wraps its hands around old grief and says: “You can’t carry that into the next life.”
We are trying to grieve and grow at the same time. Trying to forgive what never came, and still stay open for what might.
That’s brutal. That’s sacred.
Venus in Pisces wants to believe in love beyond logic. Saturn in Pisces says: Show me it works in real life, or let it go.
And the Moon? She feels all of it— every lost dream, every closed door, every tiny spark that’s still glowing in your chest despite it all.
This conjunction is hard because it’s a funeral and a vow renewal. A eulogy and a blueprint.
We’re being re-formed by love that wants to last.
And that kind of love— the kind that ages well, the kind that stays— asks for everything.
Venus and Saturn feel like the couple who keep breaking up and getting back together. Every time they part, they see the one and the many more clearly. It’s bigger than them. It’s never just about them. They fear losing themselves—but instead, they meet themselves in new dimensions.
And it’s not happening in a vacuum. The Moon and North Node hover close—whispering of fate, memory, and ancestral contracts. The Sun squares Pluto—tension at the threshold, ego facing the underworld. Mars approaches opposition to Pluto too, turning up the pressure with precision.
This isn’t just the end of something. It’s the end of the end. The part where we almost get relief… and then realize we’re being asked to hold on a little longer. To endure. To choose. To grow.
The dream is dying so something real can live. You’re not doing it wrong. You’re just being remade. Again….and again…and again!
Let this be the friction that makes the pearl. The pressure that reveals what’s precious.
Let it break open what you thought love had to be. And show you what it can be.
Because Venus and Saturn? They don’t do easy. They do forever.