The conclave begins—and I feel it in my bones: the next pope will not be chosen for the world. He will be chosen for God.
Saturn is entering Aries. That means spirit is coming into form—discipline, structure, fire in flesh. The age of softness is ending.
I believe a traditionalist will be chosen.
Not a reactionary.
Not a politician.
But a man of prayer. Of silence. Of weight.
Maybe Cardinal Sarah. Maybe someone unexpected. But he will walk with Peter’s spine.
The apostles are whispering again.
They are not calling for novelty.
They are calling for purity.
And I, for one, am listening.