Horoscope today, June 29, 2025: Daily star sign guide from Mystic Meg
OUR much-loved astrologer Meg sadly died in 2023 but her column will be kept alive by her friend and protégée Maggie Innes.
Read on to see what's written in the stars for you today.
♈ ARIES
March 21 to April 20
Any hesitation in love can disappear as Neptune stirs up your emotional self, and Venus makes you bolder in words and actions.
Partners old or new can be longing for this moment and be more than ready to respond.
But stay on the side of common sense when it comes to promising more than you can deliver.
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♉ TAURUS
April 21 to May 21
Your dreamier side can be a surprise, but as Neptune flips into reverse, this is the part of you that can fuel practical plans.
Do give what may seem impossible hopes a chance.
In love, Venus underlines security in feelings, rather than finances.
This can erase a recent cash shadow.
Luck revisits a series of numbers.
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♊ GEMINI
May 22 to June 21
You start your Venus time with a trove of positive personal feelings.
Instead of talking down your true self, you can boost it and believe in your right to succeed.
This can highlight love choices and the kind of work moves that enrich every part of you – even the hidden bits.
Friends who seem so together may need help.
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♋ CANCER
June 22 to July 22
Neptune's retrograde may affect your goal-setting sector in unexpected ways.
You could take a deal in a new direction, or switch your focus from cash-rich careers to ones that centre on caring.
If it feels right, you should press on. A cash 'yes' may come with conditions – don't forget, you have the right to refuse.
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♌ LEO
July 23 to August 23
Retrograde ripples radiate through your chart and a sense of facing the unknown can be strong.
But you have the loyal embrace of Venus to protect you and help you make plans, keeping your inner balance positive.
In love? Friendship can counteract hot tempers.
Single? The One has many qualifications.
♍ VIRGO
August 24 to September 22
Venus starts at the top, and so do you.
Your name can be leaping up a passion list, so stay in the game, even if you feel defeated.
Attached? Shared goals are good, but solo ones are also vital to keep the spark alive.
Your deepest sense of self is challenged by Neptune's retrograde in ways that reinforce what you believe.
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♎ LIBRA
September 23 to October 23
Enjoyment and success can go hand in hand – and finding a study path you love is more feasible now.
Be realistic about where you want and need to go next.
Your relationship style may be rocked as Neptune reverses, but this can show where a close bond needs work.
You'll savour the chance to show your true self.
♏ SCORPIO
October 24 to November 22
A working style that is more instinctive and less by the book may feel a risk, but this can be right for you.
So relax some rules and see what happens.
If you're in love, Venus intensifies feelings and you will adore the thrill of this. If you're single, someone you have dismissed as 'too much' can start to seem exactly right.
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♐ SAGITTARIUS
November 23 to December 21
The key to creativity is an open mind and heart, which Neptune helps you achieve.
The less you expect this week, the more you receive – plus, you are ready to get more sensitive ideas and feelings out there, no matter the risks. In love, this breaks down a final barrier.
Single? Your soulmate stands while others sit.
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♑ CAPRICORN
December 22 to January 20
You're not afraid of hard work, and love may demand it of you this week.
But big rewards are on the horizon and you can finally see them.
In a family setting, sensitive feelings may seem overwhelming, but stay calm and kind and you can navigate through.
Mars may try to speed up a journey, but set your own pace.
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♒ AQUARIUS
January 21 to February 18
The kind of romance that movies are made of can be your reality this week – so don't overanalyse. Just go with the flow.
All you have to do is say 'yes' to happiness, instead of seeking reasons to say 'no'.
A task that has taken a lot of juggling can be near to closure, so do make sure all figures and facts are in line.
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♓ PISCES
February 19 to March 20
That forever home for your heart is moving closer, and advice from a family member may be unwanted but could be good.
So take time to listen and learn.
Hanging on to objects, ideas and maybe even people you no longer need can be a Pisces trait.
Neptune urges you to deal with this.
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