My calculations were off, in my last post, and I wrote about the beehive cluster in my last celestial sanctuary article. I am still learning so much everyday about the celestials, and astronomy is not strong suit, but I continued to be pulled into it, and will easily share when I have made a mistake. I will be rewriting Celestial Sanctuary 10, but for now I am gaining the physical sensations of these weeks when the Earth is traveling through each slice of sky, so that I can have a clear idea of the energetics year after year, through doing this work. As I feel it is vital to regain an actual knowing of the sky, its affects on us personally and how we are connected in reciprocal relationship to the cosmos.
128.573° – 141.429°
January 27 – February 9, 2026
I felt the shift the moment Earth moved into these coordinates.
Not gradually. Not as a thought I had later, looking back. Immediately. Like stepping from one room into another and the air pressure changes so completely you know, in your body, that you are somewhere different now.
This slice of sky, 128.573° to 141.429°, is dominated by a single presence. Not a lone star. Not a binary. A swarm.
Praesepe. The Beehive Cluster. M44. Over one thousand stars, gravitationally bound, moving together through space, 577 light years from where I’m standing. Not a single point of light but a cloud, a living, swarming mass of light that has held its shape for 600 to 700 million years. When you look at it with the naked eye, it appears as a soft smudge against the dark, like something breathing just at the edge of what you can see. When Galileo turned his telescope on it for the first time, he wrote: “The nebula contains not one star only but a mass of more than 40 small stars.” He had seen the swarm for what it actually was.
I understand that now. Because that is exactly what this sanctuary has felt like.
Not one thing happening. Not a single fire to put out. A swarm. Everything happening at once, everything buzzing against everything else, impossible to address in isolation because nothing, not a single thing, is actually separate.
What the Beehive Actually Is? The Beehive is an open cluster. That means its thousand-plus stars were born from the same collapsing cloud of gas and dust, at the same time, and have been moving together through space ever since. They are not random neighbors. They share an origin. They are bound by mutual gravity.
The cluster contains: 68% red dwarfs: small, dim, long-burning, the quiet majority. 30% Sun-like stars, F, G, and K class: middle-temperature, middle-mass, the ones with confirmed planets orbiting them. 2% bright blue-white A-class stars: hot, fast-burning, luminous. And within it all: five red giants in late-stage expansion, eleven white dwarfs that have already burned through their fuel and collapsed into their final form, and one peculiar blue star that doesn’t fit neatly into any category.
Every stage of stellar life, all in one place. Birth, burning, expansion, collapse, the strange anomaly that defies classification. All swarming together, all pulling on each other, all affecting each other’s trajectories.
The Beehive has also undergone what astronomers call mass segregation. The brightest, most massive stars have sunk to the center of the cluster, pulled there by the collective gravity of the whole. The dimmer, lighter stars have been pushed to the halo, the outer edges, where the gravitational hold is weaker. The heaviest at the center. The vulnerable and the small at the periphery, where tidal forces slowly strip them away.
Read that again.
The heaviest concentrated at the center. The smallest, the lightest, pushed to the edges where they are most exposed to being stripped away.
This is not metaphor. This is physics. And as Earth moved through this slice of sky, the entire surface of this planet was watching this exact dynamic expose itself in every system of power humans have ever built.
So much is swarming simultaneously.
January 28. Moltbook launched. An AI-only space. Built on the same day this swarm of digital fabrication became impossible to ignore.
On January 30: the Trump administration released AI-generated video of Alex Pretti, a man who was actually beaten, shot, and dragged away by ICE agents in real time, on camera, depicting him instead as the aggressor, agitating and breaking government vehicles. They took the reality of what was happening to a human being and manufactured a different version of it. Not a lie you could easily catch. A fabricated visual truth, designed to replace what people’s own eyes had already seen.
Also on January 30. More Epstein files released. The names and the networks and the mechanics of how it worked, spilling out into the open. The root system of how power actually operates, not through the faces it presents, but through what it does to the most vulnerable when no one is watching.
I went into it fully. I didn’t look away. I let my body do what the body of a sacred human animal does when it encounters evidence of children being treated as objects: I let the rage move through me like fire. Not performed rage. Not rage I managed into something palatable. The actual biological response of an animal confronted with harm to the young of her species.
I let any remaining part of me that had been willing to give them the benefit of the doubt, any residue of the lie that these systems exist to protect us, burn.
The swarm buzzed. All of it at once. The files. The fabricated video. ICE operations. Children taken from schools. CEOs stepping down with their millions intact, no arrest, no consequence, just a quiet repositioning while the files were supposed to distract us into thinking something was actually being done.
This is the Beehive. Not one crisis. Not one fire. A thousand things happening simultaneously, all affecting each other, all making noise, all demanding to be the one you respond to first, while the actual center of power sits heavy and consolidated right where it has always been.
In 2012, astronomers confirmed two planets orbiting Sun-like stars inside the Beehive Cluster. Pr0201b and Pr0211b. These were the first planets ever found orbiting stars similar to our own within any star cluster. They are hot Jupiters — massive gas giants in extremely close, fast orbits around their stars, scorching in proximity to the source of their light.
What this proved: planets can form even in an environment this dense. Even surrounded by a thousand other gravitational forces pulling in every direction. Even in a swarm.
Something coherent can be built in the middle of the chaos.
Not after it settles. Not when everything calms down. In it. While the swarm is at full intensity.
I wrote about Kali Ma during this sanctuary. The Dark Mother. The one who does not stop until every drop of poisoned blood has been consumed, so that no new demon can rise from what remains.
They say she had to be stopped. That Shiva lay at her feet to break her rampage.
What they don’t say clearly enough: she calmed down when the work was done. Not when she was asked to. Not when the destruction made others uncomfortable. When the demons were finished.
The fury that moved through my body as I read the Epstein files, as I watched the fabricated video, as I tracked what ICE was doing to families, that is not a malfunction. That is the oldest, most uncorruptible system I have. The nervous system of a female animal confronting harm to the young of her species does not have a crisis. It has an appropriate response.
They have built entire systems, legal, social, pharmaceutical, spiritual, to manage that response in women. To contain it. To name it hysteria, pathology, spiritual imbalance, something to be healed.
Mass segregation. The vulnerable to the edges, where they can be stripped away. The small and the light pushed to the halo while the heavy and the bright consolidate at the center.
The Beehive has been doing this for 600 million years. Humans have been doing it for as long as we’ve had enough surplus to build hierarchies.
But here is the thing about an open cluster: it is not a closed system. It does not hold forever. The tidal forces at the outer edges eventually win. Stars are stripped away, yes, but that stripping is also how the cluster evolves. How it changes. The Beehive, astronomers now believe, may actually be two separate clusters in the process of colliding, which would explain its unusually high star count. Two distinct populations, merging. Creating something larger, something different from either of what came before.
Collision as origin.
Everything is being revealed, and there are no more excuses to be given to those in power.
The files releasing are not the revelation. The revelation is that anyone is surprised.
Every government, every kingdom, every empire that has ever accumulated power has done so by using the vulnerable as its foundation. Not as a side effect. As the mechanism. The Epstein network is not an aberration from how power works. It is a very clear, very documented example of exactly how power works: leverage, access, the trading of children and bodies and silences, the understanding between men with power that certain things will remain unspoken.
What this sanctuary is stripping away is the last remaining option to look at all of this and say: but America is different. But this administration will be different. But this file release will be different.
They are stepping down from their CEO positions with their millions intact. They are pointing fingers at each other while making sure nothing touches them. The swarm of revelations is designed, in part, to keep us moving from buzz to buzz to buzz, never landing long enough to demand what would actually change the structure.
I see it. I name it. I let my rage burn through it rather than letting it burn through me.
That is the difference. The difference between being consumed by the swarm and being the thing that moves through it.
A beehive does not produce honey because the individual bees are in control. It produces honey because the swarm as a whole has an intelligence that no single bee possesses. The chaos, the buzzing, the constant motion, the overwhelming density of activity, is not the enemy of what is being made. It is the process by which it is made.
Everything coming to the surface right now, the files, the fabrications, the systems of exploitation being named out loud at a scale that cannot be managed back into silence, this is the swarm doing what swarms do. Moving all at once. Impossible to address in any single direction.
But underneath the chaos, something is being built.
I have to believe that. Not because I am naive. Because the cluster has two confirmed planets in it, circling stars just like ours, in the middle of all that density and interference and gravitational complexity. Something coherent formed there and has stayed.
For the Sacred Embodied Human Animal this is what this sanctuary is asking of you:
Let yourself be in the swarm.
Not managing it from outside. Not choosing which buzz to respond to based on what is most palatable. Actually in it, letting your body respond to what it is built to respond to, letting the rage move through rather than collecting in your tissue as something that will have to come out sideways later.
The human animal who goes feral at the sight of harm to children is not malfunctioning. That is the most ancient, most reliable system you have. It predates every institution that has tried to convince you otherwise.
They want us to be okay with the horrors. They need us to be okay with them, because our outrage, at full biological intensity, is the one thing they have not yet found a way to contain permanently.
They build the swarm of distractions specifically because the alternative is us, swarming.
And underneath all of it, underneath the files and the fabrications and the chaos deliberately manufactured to exhaust us, there is a world being built. By the ones who have left the system behind. By the women who will not calm down until the work is done. By the communities placing children at the center. By every person who chose to feel it fully rather than turn away.
The Beehive has been producing something sweet for 600 million years.
In the swarm.
Welcome to Sanctuary 11.
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