"The Hill You Die On": NEW MOON at 28°11' SCORPIO, Thursday, November 20, 2025, 6:47 UTC Every life has a hill worth dying on. The trick is recognising it before you waste yourself defending the wrong one. Ang Stoic Nov 19, 2025

https://angstoic.substack.com/p/the-hill-you-die-on-new-moon-at-2811?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=1144662&post_id=179349481&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=1h1g29&triedRedirect=true&utm_medium=email >>>>> [image: Aron Wiesenfeld] Whether we realise it or not, Scorpio season marks our approach to the moment of truth—and leading into it, we are saying goodbye, perhaps for the final time, to those people, places, behaviours, patterns that, much as we loved them, are holding us back from accomplishing what the full transition requires: a new life, one with more meaning. We need at least that much to survive and prosper. When the light stops doing us favours. That’s how you know Scorpio season has properly arrived. Whatever you’ve been avoiding—in yourself, in others, in the arrangement you’ve been tolerating—steps out from behind the shadows and lurks ominously, as if it’s about to crawl on you. The Scorpio Sun behaves less like a bright, illuminating light and more like a seething-hot cauldron over which alchemists toil, throwing salt, sulphur, quicksilver, vitriol, antimony, lead filings, dragon’s blood, pulverised obsidian, and whatever volatile tincture they believe will force a hidden essence to reveal itself. Concentrated heat. Directed purpose. The kind of intensity that melts through pretence and exposes the raw nerve, with little pomp or ceremony. What impurities rise to the surface now aren’t new to us. It’s what our gut knew all along while our mind practised its clever little denials. Motives become readable. Weak seams tear under intense pressure. The bonds we thought were solid turn out to be noxious, interdependent habits dressed up as loyalty pacts. The preservation of privacy becomes a power unto itself. The less we say, the more we observe, and we discover which connections can withstand scrutiny and which were always just hanging by a thread of mutual convenience, waiting to expire. This is the brutal annual review of things we believed were vital to our existence but can no longer justify themselves. Winter is approaching. It’s a harsh, unforgiving season, because if it saps your life-force, it’s gone. Scorpio’s unavoidable death sentence is handed down in silence. Only those that can survive the ultimate test are allowed to come with.