The Attempt to Correct Fate
267 Words
When a human argues with fate for the first time, they learn how to pray.
But prayer is not always innocent.
That night, Lâl did not open a chart.
Not because she couldn’t.
Because she didn’t want to.
Seeing what was coming was no longer enough.
She wanted to change it.
The transit was clear.
Time was tightening.
Saturn was approaching the place it was meant to reach.
It was a warning.
But Lâl perceived it as a threat.
She lit the candle.
Set the clock.
Chose the moment she believed was “right.”
The first mistake was time.
In astrology, time is sacred.
In intervention, time becomes arrogance.
The words she whispered were old.
This was not an astrologer’s prayer.
It sounded more like a bargain.
“Not yet,” she said.
“Just a little more time.”
The second mistake was intention.
Fate was believed to be delayable.
But fate only relocates.
Lâl didn’t realize it, but the sky answered.
With silence.
The third mistake was this:
Accepting the absence of an answer.
When the ritual ended, a heavy scent remained in the room.
Burnt wax, old fear, suppressed hope.
And then…
Something shifted.
The transit was still there.
But it was moving through a different house now.
Approaching a different body.
Fate had not been corrected.
It had been redirected.
And the universe does not forgive a wrongly spoken prayer.
It teaches.
Lâl fell to her knees.
For the first time, she understood the greatest truth an astrologer must know:
Seeing the future is power.
Trying to fix it demands a price.
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