THE END OF EVERYTHING

Why 2026 Will Trigger a Cultural Revolution We Haven't Seen in 60 Years

For many years, it’s felt like we’ve been living in a cultural graveyard, stuck in a creative coma where the past is endlessly repackaged and sold back to us. We’ve been trapped in a perpetual loop of nostalgia, a feedback loop so intense that it’s become hard to tell which decade we’re even in. Is it the 2020s, or just a watered-down, algorithm-approved version of the Y2K era?

This isn’t just a feeling; it’s an observable reality. Our culture has been running on the fumes of the past. Every hit song seems to be built on a sample of an older, better song. Every blockbuster movie is a reboot or a sequel. We’ve been consuming cultural slop, and the internet, which once promised a future of infinite possibility, has instead become a machine for regurgitating the past.

But it wasn’t always like this. Look closely, and the patterns of history show that these stagnant periods are always followed by a revolution.

Interestingly, these massive cultural shifts seem to align with vast, slow-moving cycles in the sky. Whether you follow astrology or not, looking at history through this unconventional lens reveals some fascinating correlations. It’s less about crystal-clutching fortune-telling and more about pattern recognition.

Take the late 1980s. The dominant cultural force was hair metal, a decadent empire built on image, partying, and power ballads. It was a rock-and-roll peacock display of hyper-masculinity wrapped in androgyny—moussed hair, spandex, leopard print, and makeup. Regurgitated New York Dolls and Sweet meets Sex Pistols. Bands like Mötley Crüe, Whitesnake, and Poison were rock gods, their slick, overly produced anthems dominating MTV and radio. This mood aligned with a planetary cycle known as Uranus in Sagittarius—an archetype of wild, fiery, over-the-top expansion. The kingdom was stretch-limo decadent, cocaine-bloated, and ripe for a fall.

And fall it did. The execution was swift, brutal, and total.

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Out of the damp, overcast Pacific Northwest, a sound crawled out of the gutter that was the antidote to hair metal’s garbage. The “Smells Like Teen Spirit” video wasn’t just a hit; it was a cultural atom bomb that detonated in 1991. Gone were the pyrotechnics and soundstages, replaced by a dingy, piss-stained high school gym and cheerleaders inked like old-time sailors. Instead of preening leather-clad falsetto rock gods, you got three guys who looked like they could pump your gas in Olympia. Kurt Cobain, the anti-frontman, wasn’t posing; he was a bundle of raw nerves, hunched over his guitar and mumbling with palpable pain. It was unvarnished glam, zero glitter. Nirvana had excommunicated the last spandex fumes of the 80s and exhaled pure, raw power. The world wasn’t ready, but when that music video premiered on MTV, it was an immediate global addiction.

The sound was raw, sludgy, and visceral. It wasn’t about technical perfection; it was about authentic angst. This shift coincided with a new celestial mood, as planets moved into the grounded, serious sign of Capricorn. The 80s party was over. Radio stations and MTV dropped hair metal bands almost overnight. Their aesthetic became instantly outdated. Nirvana didn’t just offer a new sound; it offered a new ethos. It replaced fantasy with reality, excess with authenticity.

This new, heavier sound defined the early 90s. The planetary cycle shifted to Pluto in Scorpio, a sign associated with themes of power, secrets, and the taboo. Our culture seemed to develop a fascination with these very themes. It was the era of grunge angst (I hate the word grunge), new jack swing, the gritty realism of gangster rap, and a darker, more cynical worldview.

Then, around 1995, everything lightened up again. This shift happened to align with Pluto entering Sagittarius, a sign whose archetypes are all about expansion, optimism, and global connection. The brooding darkness of the previous era dissipated, replaced by the vibrant fun of bubblegum pop. This was the moment modern pop music, as we know it, truly exploded with Max Martin-infused artists like Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys. This “Pluto in Sagittarius era” was also one of globalism.

The nostalgia trap we’ve been stuck in for the last decade has its own celestial correlation: Neptune’s long transit through Pisces, which began in 2012. Pisces is an archetype of dreams, dissolution, and the past. During this time, the boundaries between decades have blurred, and our culture has been swimming in a sea of its own memories.

But that cycle is ending.

Looking ahead, the planetary alignments of 2026 suggest we are on the verge of another major cultural reset. Several large-scale cycles are changing at once, including a particularly potent conjunction of Saturn and Neptune. Consider the last time a similar alignment occurred: 1989. That was the year the World Wide Web was invented, quietly laying the foundation for the modern world. At that very same moment, Nirvana was just a van full of guys driving across the US, playing to handfuls of people in toilet-bowl clubs, completely unaware they were about to become the sound of the next decade.

So what does this mean for us? If these patterns hold, we are about to witness a massive surge in DIY culture and a return to originality. The coming era promises a radical emphasis on personal identity. The age of the perfectly curated, monolithic influencer is dying. It will be replaced by a chaotic, vibrant landscape where individuality reigns supreme. The message will become clear: Fuck the influencers. Do it your way. Anything goes.

The convergence of these celestial cycles is a rare event. It signals a period of profound transformation. And as if that weren’t enough, 2026 also happens to be the Year of the Fire Horse in the Chinese zodiac—a cycle that occurs only once every 60 years and is legendary for bringing dramatic change, passion, and rebellion.

The creative coma is ending. The fever of nostalgia is about to break. Get ready for a cultural revolution. Long live the future.

Welcome to 2026. It’s going to be incredible.

Thanks for reading,

Scottie Diablo ✌🏼