The Absolute Mess That Started This 2015 Virgo December Breakdown
You see that title up there? That “deep analysis of the stars” crap? It sounds like I was sitting in some fancy observatory, robes flowing, chanting Latin. Nah. I was sitting at my kitchen table, late November 2015, staring at a printout that said my sister was about to make the single dumbest financial decision of her life.
She’s a Virgo. Textbook, down to the last detail. And she was obsessed with this idea of quitting her stable, high-paying engineering job to launch a specialty dog food delivery service in the middle of winter. I told her straight up, “Mags, you’re nuts. The timing is terrible.” But you know Virgos—once the plan is set, logic is irrelevant. She just kept pointing to some terrible, vague free horoscope she read online, claiming December was her time for “bold entrepreneurial ventures.”
I didn’t mess around. I knew if I couldn’t give her a concrete, painful, detailed breakdown of exactly why December 2015 was going to be a financial grinder for her, she’d ignore me. So the practice wasn’t about being a professional astrologer; it was about trying to use any tool necessary to pull my family back from the cliff edge. That’s how this whole deep dive started—pure, unadulterated sibling panic.
Dragging Out the Tools: The Data Hunt and Manual Labor
I hadn’t seriously cracked an ephemeris book since college. I had that old, cracked-screen laptop, the one running Windows 7, that still had a pirated version of some clunky astrology software I bought back in the day. My first step was just getting the damn thing to boot up without freezing. That took an hour of yelling at the screen.
Once I finally wrestled the software into submission, the real work began. I didn’t rely on the program to spit out some generic reading. I needed granular data. I needed to see exactly where the heavy hitters were sitting for that entire month, focusing specifically on her natal chart placements for money and career—the Second and Tenth Houses.
Here’s the stuff I had to manually track, day by day, for thirty-one days:
- Mars in Libra: Tracking exactly when Mars, the energy and drive planet, would square her natal Pluto. Mars squaring Pluto in the financial axis means things are going to get brutal, fast. I circled December 12th in red marker on my printout.
- Saturn Square Neptune: This was the big, sloppy transit of 2015. Neptune dissolves reality, and Saturn is reality. This combination was sitting right on her mutable signs (Virgo being one of them), screaming “massive confusion and impractical plans.” I tracked how long this energy would last into the new year. It looked messy.
- Mercury Retrograde Shadow: Mercury hadn’t actually gone full retrograde yet, but the shadow period was already creeping in by early December. Trying to launch a logistics business during a communications slowdown? Forget it. I highlighted every day between December 4th and December 19th as high-risk for contractual errors.
I spent two full days just tracking these aspects, drawing lines on graph paper like I was planning a battle strategy. It was exhausting. The goal was to prove the stars were saying “NO,” or at least, “WAIT SIX MONTHS.”
Synthesizing the Pain: The Delivery
My notes ended up looking like a lunatic’s whiteboard. I had piles of paper, sticky notes everywhere, and enough coffee grounds to start a compost heap. The final analysis wasn’t some gentle guidance; it was a brutal, pragmatic breakdown of why her bold move would lead to ruin.
When I finally sat down with Mags, I didn’t lead with “Your stars say…” I led with “Here is the timeline for when your bank account will scream.”
I walked her through the December 12th Mars/Pluto event, explaining that her aggressive push for inventory purchasing would hit a wall of unforeseen bureaucracy or hidden debt. I showed her how the Saturn/Neptune fog meant she would totally misjudge the local market demand—she’d be left with a thousand bags of organic duck kibble and no one buying it.
The beauty of the process was that the astrological data wasn’t abstract anymore; I had translated it into tangible business risks. I showed her my scribbled notes on the Mercury shadow: “The payment processor will fail. The supplier contract will have a loophole. The dog food bags will be mislabeled.”
Did she listen? Eventually, yes. It wasn’t the “deep analysis” itself that convinced her; it was the sheer effort and the level of detail. She saw I had put in more work analyzing her dog food idea than she had. She held off the launch, kept the engineering job, and thank God she did. By late January, the only competing local service that launched that December went bust in three weeks, exactly due to the logistical nightmares I had warned about. My personal practice of analysis, born out of necessity and a complete lack of sleep, paid off. Sometimes, you just have to use whatever crazy tools you have to keep the family safe. And if that means dusting off some old astrology books and going full-tilt analyst on a Virgo’s chart, then that’s what you do.
