Healing is the Battlefield: A Journal from the Front Lines of Soul Awakening
- Karen Di Gloria
- Aug 2
- 4 min read
Updated: Aug 5
August 2, 2025
Early this morning—somewhere between sleep and soul—a voice pierced the dark.
“Healing is the Battlefield.”
Not an idea. Not a symbol.
A transmission.
It dropped in like a thunderclap—undeniable, direct, and coded.
I woke with my body buzzing and my chest cracked open.
I knew this wasn’t just a dream.
It was a message, timed to perfection.
Two Days Before: Uranus Opposes My Ascendant (July 31)
Two days ago, Uranus in Gemini reached the exact degree opposing my Sagittarius Ascendant.
This is a cosmic identity rupture.
A confrontation with every version of me built for survival rather than truth.
Uranus brings sudden awakenings, liberation through disruption, and revolution of self.
It doesn’t whisper. It electrifies.
And so it makes perfect sense that the voice arrived after the shockwave—
as if Uranus cracked the shell, and the message flew in.
First the shatter, then the signal.
I Am the Battlefield
With my Pluto–Sun–Moon conjunction, Chiron in Aries in the 5th, and Scorpio North Node in the 12th,
I’m not here to dance around truth.
I am the battlefield.
Not because I want to be—but because I’m wired to metabolize chaos into clarity.
Because I carry codes that can transmute trauma into truth.
Because I’m learning to speak from the wound, not just about it.
Chiron Return: Still in Progress
Chiron, retrograde in Aries, just passed 26°, the exact point of my natal Chiron in the 5th house—the house of joy, self-expression, and radiance.
My Chiron wound has always whispered:
You’re too much.
You’re not safe when you shine.
Be quiet or be abandoned.
Now? I’ve just survived the first pass of my Chiron return.
The retrograde ensures two more.
Two more initiations into the fire of full visibility.
Two more layers of false identity burning off.
And right now, as this unfolds in my chart, a comet from outside the solar system is approaching the orbital path of Mars.
Interstellar Object (ISO) 3I/ATLAS: A Mirror in Motion
3I/ATLAS—our third known interstellar object—is crossing the space where Mars orbits.
Symbolically?
It’s a messenger passing through the wound-field.
Through the territory of action, trauma, rage, ego, survival, masculinity, karmic heat.
Just like me.
The interstellar object is tracing the same arc I am—
crossing through the place where everything burned.
But it doesn’t stay there.
One pass. One awakening. One re-entry into cosmic flow.
Maybe that’s what I’m doing, too.
Saturn & Neptune Trining Natal Saturn in the 8th House
Saturn and Neptune in Aries are trining my natal Saturn in Leo—deep in the 8th house, the terrain of shadow, sex, death, fear, and rebirth.
Saturn: the karmic architect.
Neptune: the veil dissolver.
Together: they are softening my armor, but asking me to build something real in its place.
I’m being asked to rewrite my contract with pain.
To rewire my instinct to over-manage, to intellectualize, to keep going when my soul needs stillness.
Pluto: From Pressure to Possibility
Pluto in Aquarius has just finished opposing my natal Saturn, a pressure cooker that demanded I destroy old scaffolding held up by fear.
Now it approaches a trine to my Moon in Libra—
a moment where emotion, power, and trust in my own feeling body begin to re-align.
For the first time, I’m beginning to believe I can live as my true self without bracing for loss.
That I can feel deeply and still be safe.
Code-Breaker. DNA Activator.
This interstellar object is no accident.
It’s a symbol of soul frequencies entering a wounded system.
And so am I.
Just like 3I/ATLAS, I’ve entered this realm to cross the battlefield.
To pass through war, division, suppression—and activate codes that awaken something ancient.
The voice in my dream didn’t just tell me what healing is.
It reminded me what I am.
I’m not here to heal like a soft breeze.
I’m here to heal like a lightning strike.
Healing is the Battlefield
This isn’t about “healing” as soothing.
It’s about rewriting the codes of identity, survival, and trauma at the root.
I’m not here to fix what’s broken.
I’m here to see it clearly, feel it fully, and transform it into fuel.
And maybe—just maybe—help others do the same.
Integration Prompt (for me, and maybe you too):
If healing is the battlefield, what part of me is still in combat?
What part is finally ready to lay down the weapon?
What code is trying to emerge from beneath the wound?
The voice came because I’m ready.
The interstellar object came because we are all being called.
This is not breakdown.
This is reassembly.
Cell by cell.
Code by code.
And I’m here for it.
Are you?
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In divine alignment,
Karen Di Gloria 🧬
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