So I kept seeing folks raving about that Frank Pilkington guy and his astrology stuff, and honestly? Felt kinda suspicious. But last month was rough with Mercury retrograde bullshit—like my printer jammed five times and my Uber got canceled thrice in a row—so I caved. Figured I’d try his Virgo guide just for kicks.
Finding the Damn Thing
First step? Google search. Typed “Frank Pilkington Virgo monthly” like an idiot. Took twenty minutes scrolling through outdated links and weird fan forums till I found his actual website. Almost quit when it asked for a damn email sign-up, but whatever. Gave my spam address. Instantly got a PDF download with last month’s guide. Already felt annoyed ’cause I wanted this month’s predictions. Had to hunt again.
Skimming Through Star-Speak
Opened that PDF and man—so much jargon. “Mars sextile your 6th house” sounded like sci-fi gibberish. Started highlighting stuff that made sense in my bullet journal:
Green for money stuff
Yellow for relationships
Red for career warnings.
Frank kept ranting about Neptune “clouding judgment”—whatever that meant. I just noted: double-check contracts.
Putting Planets to Practice
Frank said Venus in Libra meant “resolve old conflicts,” so I awkwardly texted my sister about that fight from Christmas ’22. She replied:
“Who dis?”
Total fail.
Then Mercury crap—Frank warned about tech breakdowns.
I backed up my phone.
Next day, spilled coffee on it.
Bought a waterproof case. Frank: 1, Me: 0.
Life Updates vs. Star Nonsense
Two weeks in, my boss suddenly assigned a huge project right when Frank’s guide mentioned “career surprises.” Coincidence? Maybe.
But that Jupiter transit prediction about “opportunities from past connections”?
Nope. Emailed an old client begging for work. Ghosted.
My Dumb Verdict
Turns out Pilkington’s guides are mostly obvious crap wrapped in space words. BUT—forcing myself to plan money moves and backup files actually saved my butt twice. Worth it? Eh. My Virgo anxiety needed a placebo anyway. Next month? Maybe I’ll just flip a coin.
